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51. What’s a non verbal way they say I love you?

Of course, anything for you my love <3 and anything for an excuse to write some prongsfoot

Send me an OTP question from the list and a ship and I’ll respond with a drabble.

It’s not really a surprise to anyone, when James and Sirius announce the “big news”, he is pretty sure that it is more of a surprise to them, than to the actual people around them. It is definitely not a surprise for Remus, who spent almost seven whole years watching them dance around each other prior to that, that’s for sure.

He does not know how it’s not as obvious to other people as it is to him. Sure, they might not actually say it outright, but James and Sirius are both very physical people, they show it with their actions better than they could ever tell it with their words.

He sees it in the small gestures.

He sees it when James falls asleep studying over a pile of books the night prior to a big exam, and Sirius will reach over and gently pry the glasses off the tip of his nose so it does not leave marks on his face the next day, pausing just for a moment to admire his restful, sleeping face with a small, fond smile before he settles down to sleep besides him instead of going to his own bed.

He sees it in the way James is the first to tell that his friend is agitated by something, even when it isn’t obvious to anybody else, just by the very subtle change in his breathing pace, or the way he rests his hand against the wooden surface of the desk to drum his fingers against it; in the way James instinctively reaches out his hand to close it over Sirius’ under the table, squeezing it tightly and rubbing soothing circles into his skin.

He sees it in the way Sirius can wear his stern, cold mask around everybody else, purposefully making himself as unapproachable as possible, even so much as harsh on his worse days, but all it takes is one small pout or a shy smile from James to break that facade and pull a genuine laugh out of him; when James drapes himself all over him upside-down from the back of the couch, blinking up innocently and grinning at him like he is completely oblivious to whatever it is that’s so visibly been on his mind all day, and Sirius is suddenly smiling, and calling him names, pulling him closer to ruffle his hair and to strangle him in a chokehold.

In the way they both always save the seat next to them - whether it’s a Quidditch match, or breakfast at the Great Hall, or a studying session at the library, it’s an unspoken rule of sorts that Sirius Black and James Potter always sit together, and if you have any intentions of messing up that order, then you are in for some very big trouble.

In the way they both have their eyes on the ball during a match, but on each other first. In the complete, absolute look of pure fear in Sirius’ grey eyes when he sees the bludger hit James; in the way he almost falls off the broom himself in his hasty rush to descend so he can catch him before he hits the ground; in the way he refuses to let go even for a second, does not want to leave him alone even after Pomfrey has assured him over and over again that he will be completely fine, and that nothing critical has happened;

In the way James only stirs, showing a first sign of consciousness the morning after, when he hears Sirius’ voice, leaning into it and reaching out for the other, clutching at his hand weakly on instinct even before he is fully awake; in the way Sirius looks like he wasn’t really properly breathing up until that moment, his eyes shining with relief, voice a little wet as he leans closer to press a kiss to the other’s forehead, laughing shakily when the first thing that James lets out through a low, sleepy mumble is “did we win”.

Sirius will roll his eyes at any half-arsed insult directed at him, but when someone mentions James it makes fire ignite in his eyes and his hands curl up into fists. James will brush off any comments thrown at him, even Remus and Lily’s, completely disregarding any warning, or request, or plea they might have for him unless it fits his current agenda, but just one quick look from Sirius is enough to stop him in his tracks, suddenly prepared to abandon everything just for him.

He sees it in the way they hurt for each other and celebrate for each other; cry together and laugh together.