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Daily Prongsfoot Prompts - January 2026
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@dailyprongsfoot doing for the day 5 prompt: Infect. It's also based of a oneshot I did last year
<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/73553441"><strong>When it rains</strong></a> (1378 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/DomsdayFire"><strong>DomsdayFire</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/1<br />Fandom: <a
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“You better put that dog on a leash!” a voice yells to their right.
Sirius as Padfoot can see that the woman, who has pushed her child behind her as she stares at Padfoot, worriedly.
“He’s fine,” James retorts. “He’s well-trained and very friendly.”
“Yeah, Padfoot’s the best dog ever,” Harry adds.
The woman looks at him with distain. “He’s huge and scary, I highly doubt that.”
“Really, he’s friendly…”
“There are leash laws!”
James huffs. “Fine, fine.”
He whistles for Padfoot and Sirius has no choice, but to accept James attaching the for-show leash to his for-show collar to appease the woman.
“Happy, now?”
She huffs and moves away.
James looks at him and then, Harry, and says, “Let’s go home. We’ll play there, instead. Sound good?”
Sirius gives a soft woof, and Harry nods.
Looks like he’ll have to enjoy the leash until they get home, but at least it’s not for long, the teasing will probably last longer.
But that’s okay, he knows it’s out of love.
So, James can tease him all he wants.
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One of the best things about having an invisibility cloak or at least, James’ invisibility cloak, is that it is incredibly easy to find a peaceful place to just think.
Sirius had always believed that peace would be hard to find for him, but James brings him peace. Whether it’s to some hidden space he’s found in the castle or the comfort of being out in the middle of nowhere with no one around or simply … this.
He’s surrounded by people, but no one knows he’s there.
That’s for the best since he’s a fugitive.
He needed to get out with his kid and his partner and not as a bloody dog, so James had given him his cloak and led the way with Harry to the nearby park.
The weather is warm.
There’s a freedom to summer that Sirius should be enjoying, but despite James’ return and Voldemort gone, Sirius’ case is moving slowly through the Ministry. Being forced to appeal it through James and Harry’s testimonies and the Ministry not exactly being helpful.
Someday, though, Sirius will have the peace of freedom.
For now, he’s got this.
His partner, his kid, and a promise of someday.
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leash - prongsfoot - @dailyprongsfoot - slightly NSFW - word count: 357
“Remus, I need your expert knowledge on something,” Lily said seriously, drunkenly tugging Remus over to a group of girls standing in a circle in the middle of the impromptu holiday party the Gryffindor had thrown.
Remus, who was at least as tipsy as Lily, chuckled and walked over to the group. “What’s up?” he questioned, looking around at Lily, Mary, Marlene, and Alice. “Need to know something about Defense?” It was his best subject.
“We need to know if Potter and Black are dating or not,” Marlene said bluntly, always the first to get to a point. “And don’t play dumb, we all know there’s something there between them, they’re all over each other half the time!”
This made Remus laugh out loud. It was true: Sirius and James were more affectionate than most of the couples of Hogwarts. But they still didn’t seem to realize that they both had feelings for the other. “Sorry, ladies,” he grinned, shrugging. “If you ask them, they’re just friends.”
“Okay, but what about the leash and collar?” Mary pressed, eyes narrowed. “Potter gave Black a bloody leash and collar for Christmas, I heard about it! You’re saying that’s just a joke and note some fucking sex thing?”
Remus let out a loud bark of laughter, remembering the moment when Sirius had unwrapped the package. It was true, it had been intended as a joke, he was sure. But as soon as Sirius had clipped the collar around his neck and handed James the end of the leash? He’d seen the looks on both of his friends’ faces, like they were going to devour each other. The room had gone very hot, and Remus and Peter had made sure to exit as quickly as physically possible. “Again, if you ask them? It was a joke.”
“But if we ask you?” Lily questioned, lips curving upward.
“They’re both idiots,” Remus surmised, laughing. “And I really don’t want to be close by when they figure that out, because if this is how they are now, then I’ll hate to see how disgusting they are when they do date.”
Everyone dissolved into laughter.
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Day 6 - Gallery - 167 words - G
Finally
James is marrying him, and Sirius should be happy. He's happy. But part of him still thinks he's not worthy.
One day, he jokes, hiding his bitterness behind laughter:
- Your parents are lucky they didn't see this moment, Prongs. They'd have been horrified if they had seen you getting married to someone like me. They're always worried that you would end up with someone reckless and vicious...
On the same day, James takes him to Potter Manor, where there are portraits of his parents.
Among the gallery of portraits of many generations of Potters, they easily find familiar faces that greet them with gentle smiles.
Although these are only echoes of their souls, James holds Sirius' hand tightly as he tells his parents' portraits that they'll become husbands tomorrow.
Sirius tries to stop him, but before he can feel the fear that these kind portraits will turn into a screaming image like his mother, he hears Fleamont's quiet laughter and Euphemia's joyful exclamation:
- Finally, my dear boys!
P.S. very romantic, no shitty platonic weddings
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Never saw one without the other, did you?
@dailyprongsfoot Day 4: Accompany
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The day that the crown passed to him was the day that Sirius Black, King of the Black Kingdom, created the peace treaty with James Potter, King of the Potter Kingdom.
It had always been their plan from the moment that James had seen that Sirius, the Crown Prince, had met him and seen that he did not enjoy the barbarianism of his parents’ rule, determined to be a better ruler after they were gone.
James and Sirius had bonded and created plans for a better future, a more peaceful future.
Finally, they were here.
The peace treaty signed, and their kingdoms are united, finally.
They seal the deal with a kiss.
Finally, peace at last.
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“Holy shit,” Sirius yells when he sees James’ dive to get the snitch and instead of hitting the ground in a crunch like the Slytherin teams’ seeker, he pulls out of the nearly impossible dive with the snitch in hand without a scratch.
It’s fucking brilliant and absolutely terrifying.
He half wants to yell at him, but when there’s all sorts of cheering surrounding him, he can’t help, but cheer, too.
They won the quidditch cup!
It was amazing and he was proud of James, even if that was a dangerous play.
James, for his part, is clearly too happy about winning the cup because he rushes over to him still on his broom.
He yells, “Great job, James.”
“We won!” he yells happily and then, leans over and kisses him.
The rest of the team yells for him to come celebrate with them and he flies off after stealing another kiss and Sirius is just glad that James survived that damn dive.
It’s amazing and so is his man.
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@dailyprongsfoot - Day 9 - Treaty
The sun and stars are never visible in the sky together.
Who signed this cruel treaty?
That's what James thinks.
He shines so brightly that, of course, he outshines the light of any star.
That's what Sirius thinks.
Remus reminds them that just because they can't be seen doesn't mean they don't exist together. And they can be seen at the same time, if it's a very bright star and a special place. For example, if you're on the moon.
You can be seen. You shine so brightly that you merge into one endless stream of light.
That's what Remus thinks.
There's an old myth that Helios saved Orion's sight.
Didn't Orion thank his benefactor?
Maybe that's why there's a clause in the treaty. That Helios can exist hand in hand with the brightest companion star. He rides his chariot through the sky, followed by a large dog.
P.S. I'm not a native speaker, and I'm not sure if the word "holy" applies to the concept of Polytheism. In my language, it does (I think). So I used the prompt with the treaty
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Sometimes, James is surprised when the script gets flipped.
He expects the Slytherins, especially Sirius Black, to give him hell. To fight him just because he can because that’s been their dynamic for the last six years.
And yet, when they’re paired up together in transfiguration because they’re the only ones that are even close to becoming animagi, Black doesn’t give him hell.
Instead, he just keeps his head down and insists on revising.
It feels off and wrong.
James doesn’t like it.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asks as they leave the classroom.
“Nothing’s wrong with me, Potter.”
“Then, why were you normal?”
Black scoffs. “As if I am not normally normal.”
“Usually you give me hell, and today, you were just like a normal classmate,” James states. “You went off script, I don’t like it.”
Black rolls his eyes. “Well, if that’s off script, you’d really hate how I’d explain it.”
He tries to brush passed him, but James stops him. “Now you have to tell me.”
“Not a chance.”
“Come on, I need to know.”
Black scoffs. “You don’t need to know anything.”
“Yeah, I do,” James says, pushing him up against the wall.
“Fine!”
Before James can push further, Black’s lips are on his and suddenly, they’re flipped.
His back is against the wall, Black’s hands in his hair, his lips – soft and tasting like strawberries – are against his and it’s … brilliant.
He can’t lie (even to himself) and say that he hasn’t thought about this before, but it’s far beyond anything he ever thought it would be and it’s over far too soon.
“How’s that for flipping the script?” Black teases, eyes alight.
James laughs. “I think I’m going to like this script better.”
“Good.”
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script - prongsfoot - @dailyprongsfoot - word count: 501
“Fucking Merlin, we’re not dating, though!” James yelled, throwing his hands in the air as he recited the same script that he felt as if he’d been saying since the beginning of time. “Pads and I–we’re friends. Best friends, yes! Platonic soulmates? Absolutely! But dating–?”
“You cuddle together every night, Potter,” Lily Evans said with a small chuckle, smirking when several onlookers nodded in agreement.
“Maybe if you got more cuddles you wouldn’t be so uptight!” Sirius retorted from a couch nearby, grinning.
But James had had enough of these ridiculous claims. “What can I do to prove to you that Pads and I are just friends, hm?” he demanded, glaring at Lily. “Because I want to take you to Hogsmeade, Evans! A date with Padfoot would be ridiculously boring, and–”
“Oi!”
“--and you’re a lot prettier.”
“Arsehole!” But Sirius was grinning.
Lily, though, was raising a thoughtful eyebrow. “Kiss him. Now, in the middle of the Common Room.
Several people gasped. James, however, stayed perfectly calm.
Sure, he and Sirius had never snogged, but there was no reason why they couldn’t. They were best friends, and best friends did such things all the time! Shooting a ‘Fine!’ in Lily’s direction, he strolled confidently over to Sirius and straddled his lap. “Alright?” he asked with a grin.
“Never better,” Sirius replied, returning the smile with a challenging look.
And then, James’s entire life changed.
The moment their lips connected, he felt like his body was on fire. He could not have told anyone, on pain of death, what was happening outside of Sirius’s lips, Sirius’s body, Sirius’s hands on his waist and Sirius’s tongue tracing over his mouth. Electric sparks shot over his skin, leaving goosebumps as he groaned, and when he heard Sirius whine a bit, he eagerly swallowed the noise, filing it away in his mind to replay over and over again later. His hands were just as hungry as the rest of his body, roaming over every inch of his best friend, tangling in soft, beautiful hair, grabbing at his thin waist to pull him closer, closer, damn it, they needed to be closer.
He’d never felt anything more exhilarating and right in the world.
He probably would have stuck his hands down Sirius’s pants with absolutely no cares in the world, audience be damned, if Lily Evans hadn’t broken the honey-sweet spell encapsulating his mind by yelling his name several times.
“Potter….Potter….Potter!”
“What?” he roared, wrenching his mouth away from Sirius’s for a moment but leaving his hands firmly where they were.
“Want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?” she asked sweetly, eyes full of smug mischief as James struggled to figure out what the world had come to in the past five minutes.
But Sirius answered for him. “Fuck off, Evans, he’s got plans,” he shouted, lifting James to his feet as he stood, then grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs to the dorms.
Fuck yes, he had plans.
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@dailyprongsfoot | Day 7: Script
"According to my mother," Sirius said, blowing smoke rings at the Astronomy Tower ceiling, "I have a very specific life laid out. A pureblood wife. A seat on the Wizengamot. A miserable death in a velvet armchair."
"Sounds riveting," James drawled, lying next to him. "A real page-turner."
"It's the script," Sirius said bitterly. "It was written before I was born. Everyone expects me to follow it. Or to fail it spectacularly."
"We could rewrite it," James said easily. He rolled onto his side, propping his head up to look at Sirius.
"Rewrite history?"
"Rewrite the future," James said. "Toss the script. Burn the pages. We write our own."
"And what happens in your version?" Sirius asked, turning his head. He found James already watching him, his hazel eyes dark and intent in that specific way they got when he had a clear line to the goal hoops, seconds before taking the shot.
James smiled, that slow, secret smile he saved just for him. "The hero doesn't marry the pureblood girl. He buys a flat in London with his best friend. They burn the family tree. They grow old together."
Sirius felt his heart skip a violent beat. The air between them suddenly felt very thin.
"That sounds a bit… romantic," Sirius whispered, his voice trembling. "For a buddy comedy."
"Who said it was a comedy?"
James reached out, tangling his fingers tight with Sirius’s on the cold stone floor. Sirius stared at their joined hands, then back at James, feeling a terrifying, wonderful vertigo wash over him.
"I'm writing a love story, Padfoot," James murmured, squeezing his hand. "And I'm the author. So what I say, goes."
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James is anxious as he sits in the gallery of the trial chamber for Sirius. Despite the fact that he gave evidence after he came out of the veil with Sirius and everyone had seen Voldemort get destroyed and Pettigrew in the flesh, the Ministry was still insisting on a trial.
He hates it.
He hates that they’re trying to punish him for breaking out.
He hates that they’re trying to punish him for being in contact with Harry and whatever-the-hell happened that night that Harry and Sirius reunited, amongst other things that he did along the way.
He hates every moment of being on pins and needles as he waits for the verdict.
Sitting in the gallery instead of standing beside his best friend and lover. Having to pretend to be strong for Harry when he’s terrified of what they might do to Sirius.
After a long and annoyingly drawn-out trial, it’s time.
James ignores the reading of the charges. He ignores everything until … finally, finally…
“Sirius Orion Black, you have been cleared of all charges, and you are a free man.”
The relief that floods James’ veins is mirrored on Sirius’ face and Harry lets out a relieved breath beside him.
He’s free.
And now, they can be a family.
Finally.
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@dailyprongsfoot | Day 6: Gallery
"I hate polishing silver," Sirius groaned, dropping the rag onto the floor of the Trophy Room. "It’s a waste of my talents. I should be out there, inspiring the masses."
James didn't look up from the Quidditch Cup he was vigorously scrubbing. "You’re in detention because you inspired the masses to fill the Slytherin common room with dungbombs."
"Art requires sacrifice, Prongs." Sirius hopped up onto a display case, swinging his legs. He struck a dramatic pose, hand over his heart, chin tilted to catch the moonlight filtering in. "Look at me. I don't belong here with the dust. I belong in a gallery. Beside the renaissance masters."
James finally stopped scrubbing. He looked up, wiping sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He took in Sirius’s silhouette; the messy hair, the arrogant tilt of his head, the shirt untucked at the waist.
James stayed quiet for so long that Sirius faltered, dropping the pose. "What? Too much?"
"No," James said, his voice strangely rough. He tossed his rag aside and walked over to the display case, stepping between Sirius’s knees.
"James?"
"I'd buy it," James said, looking up at him with dark, intent eyes. "If you were in a gallery. I’d buy the whole collection just so no one else could look at you."
Sirius swallowed hard, his heart suddenly beating a frantic rhythm against his ribs. "That... that would be expensive."
James smirked, resting his hands on Sirius's thighs. "Good thing I'm rich."