#Orion Protected

[dzelonis]

J.N. Chaney, Jonathan Yanez - Orion Colony #1-4

[5wolfdog5]

So I found this detailed in Transformers One that I don’t think anyone has noticed yet.

D-16 released his own grip on the train so he could catch Orion to break his fall.

[outromoony]

"But it's not canon that Sirius was abused by his parents—" Let me stop you right there because I don’t know what your definition of child abuse is, but this definitely qualifies as abuse.

Sirius talking to Harry about Regulus and how he was constantly reminded that Regulus was a better son than him:

Walburga's portrait yelling terrible things at Sirius. If she's saying these things to him while dead, I can't imagine what she said while alive:

Kreacher (who hated Sirius since he was a kid because he was "hard work" for his Mistress) repeating things Walburga used to say to Sirius:

We also have this official article from Pottermore where they compare Harry and Sirius, confirming that Sirius had a miserable childhood and was hated by his mother:

And of course, the fact that he had to run away from that house at 16 and was disinherited (which is also child abuse). The mere fact that Sirius said he hated the lot of them and that being back at Grimmauld Place was something he never thought he would do—and that he hated it—is enough to understand the situation.

[my-castles-crumbling]

dreamless sleep - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 175

Sirius Black didn't know what it was like to sleep without nightmares until he was sixteen.

Until, late one night in their fifth year, he and Remus both fell asleep on the couch, too tired from the essay they'd been writing to move upstairs.

It was a mistake. Neither of them had meant to. And yet, when Sirius awoke so early the next morning that the greyish-blue light of dawn still shone through the windows, he was confused.

He was not on his bed.

Instead, he was laying on a firm, warm chest, inhaling the scent of chocolate and spices and safety. Enveloped in the feeling of something distinctly calm.

Remus's arms were around him.

Hardly daring to move, Sirius only sank deeper into the heavy weight of the arms, relishing in the feeling of being so protected and loved.

It was the first time ever he'd experienced a dreamless sleep.

Closing his eyes, Sirius chose to stay where he was. He would worry about what he was feeling later. For now, he was warm.

[megatronusprimedecal]

"Aren't you tired of being treated like we're nothing?"

Transformers One (2024)

[adharastarlight]

Jegulus being forbidden love but honestly its just Sirius being dramatic, will always have a place in my heart

[ralefaelle]

What if Megs didn't leave OP after the council meeting?

[rubeau-art]

He’s got his priorities right. She disagrees.

Jax ignores a lot that happens to him in favour of looking out for other people, and literally every one of his friends get upset by it at some point.

[les-fleurrs-du-mal]

regulus black x original muggle character {enemies to lovers}

Regulus Black x original female character (muggle)

Inspired by WizardGod's 'dirty old town' on ao3 (and honestly, Pride and Prejudice)

This is an unfinished, ongoing fic! I update consistently every weekend and there are currently 29 chapters.

Read here on ao3 or wattpad (note: I have just recently posted to Wattpad and I'm slowly adding chapters. All current chapters are on ao3)

Summary:

Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, is hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. It seems things cannot possibly get worse until Regulus Black, who has deviated from the fold of Death Eaters, also needs somewhere to hide.

Forced together by circumstance, their relationship is rocky from the start, but Flora won't be daunted by Regulus' arrogance and unpleasant airs. As they both slowly overcome their dislike of one another, mutual respect and understanding begin to grow, and their feelings start to shift from mere affection to something deeper and more profound.

"Touch me again and see what happens, you filthy muggle," he said. His voice was full of venomous, unbridled hatred, but he spoke in an even tone. It was too calm and for a moment it scared Flora.

But Flora straightened up, refusing to let herself be frightened by this boy. Because really that's all he was. Just a boy.

"Or what?" She challenged.

His surprise was obvious as she stood her ground. He blinked a few times, looking at her as he considered his next move. Flora was not very tall, or at least compared to Regulus she was not tall, as he completely towered over her; he stared fixedly at her face, enraged by the sheer audacity of this muggle girl.

"Go on," she prompted when he still didn't answer. "Or what? You don't even have a wand."

"I don't need a wand," he spat back. "I don't need it to deal with a little girl like you." He wanted to say something to terrify her, to make her back down and respect him as the superior, but he couldn't find the words. Instead, he settled for glowering at her like a shadowy spectre. This still didn't appear to have the effect he'd hoped for. Flora clearly was not afraid, or was otherwise doing a very good job of hiding it.

[sweetnnaivete]

every time someone makes sirius accuse james of being a “brotherfucker” an angel dies

[lulublack90]

Prompt 7 - Soulmates

@wolfstarmicrofic July 7, word count 594

Remus was getting a headache. He’d gone out with a group of his friends for what should have been a quiet drink, but the bloke at the next table over with the too-long hair and too-tight jeans kept jumping up in his seat and shouting loudly at his friends. Declaring this and that and, having loud cheers returned to him.

By the fifth loud speech, Remus had had enough. He picked up one of the beer mats from their table and expertly flicked it at the other man’s head. Unfortunately, the man had turned at the same time Remus released the beer mat, and it hit him square in the face. 

“Ouch!” He cried, toppling off his chair, clutching his nose. 

“Shit, Sirius!” His broad, messy-haired companion jumped to his feet and picked Sirius up off the floor. 

“Damn it,” Remus groaned as he hauled himself up and went to apologise. 

Sirius was sitting in his chair, refusing to let his friend look at the damage to his face. “Hi, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to hit you in the face,” Remus apologised. 

“That wasn’t very nice,” The broad man stood up. He was almost as tall as Remus himself, but his well-muscled body made him seem bigger. Remus bowed his head. 

“I know, and I’m sorry,” The man narrowed his eyes at him from behind the gold frames of his glasses. He moved aside, so Remus could see Sirius. 

“Don’t tell me, tell him,” He jabbed a thumb at Sirius. Remus swallowed and stepped forward. 

Sirius’s steely grey eyes flicked up to meet his own golden honey ones and Sirius gasped. His hands fell away from his face, revealing the thin cut between his brows where the card had sliced his skin. Remus returned the gasp on seeing Sirius’s full face. 

Sirius got to his feet and stood far closer than a stranger usually would. Remus’s hand rose of its own accord and his finger lightly traced the mark he’d left on Sirius’s skin. 

“I’m so sorry,” He whispered. Sirius took Remus’s hand and brought it down to his cheek, leaning into the touch. 

“Forgiven,” Sirius told him, their eyes never leaving each other. It was the most intense meeting he’d ever had. 

He returned to his seat slightly bewildered and with Sirius’s number saved safely on his phone. 

“Did you really hit a guy with a beer mat and end up with a date?” Marlene teased him. “Here Remus, throw one at the lass over there!” Marlene pushed a mat into his hands. He just stared down at it, not seeing it, as his mind replayed everything that had just happened. He was dragged from his thoughts when Sirius swooped down in front of him and pecked a kiss on his cheek. 

“I’m off now, sweetheart, can’t wait for tomorrow,” Sirius winked at him before following his friends towards the pub door. He had no idea what came over him, but Remus couldn’t wait until tomorrow to see Sirius again. He downed his beer and legged it after Sirius. 

He fell out of the door and straight into Sirius’s waiting arms. “I had a feeling you’d be coming too,” Sirius smirked, linking his arm with Remus’s and leading him home. Remus had never gone home with a stranger before, but Sirius didn't feel like a stranger. He could have sworn they'd met before. He felt like he knew him already even though they'd only exchanged a handful of words. Remus walked away with Sirius, feeling that he was finally home.

[dotpyenji]

happy bisexual day to those who celebrate

[orion4ever]

Author's Note: I was inspired by a recent post of mine about Cliff's protective nature towards MC and how he reacts when Baxter and MC reunite and get back together. I believe Cove keeps Cliff updated on EVERYTHING!

This would take place after the events of the Baxter DLC, The timing is up to you!

Pairing: Baxter Ward x MC

Cliff Holden was currently unboxing some new shipments When he heard the store's front doorbell ring a few times.

He emerged from the backroom to see his son and his group of friends. He instantly had a huge grin on his face as he welcomed them.

"Hey, Bud." He greeted nonchalantly, earning a small 'Hey' from his son.

"Oh! Hello, Terry and Miranda! It's always nice seeing you two" he greeted warmly, earning himself an enthusiastic "Heeyyyyy!" from Terry and a small wave from Miranda.

"And of course, MC and-" he paused when he saw the new face standing next to MC with a sheepish smile. He looked familiar but he couldn't put a name to the face.

"Oh! Hey! It's always nice seeing a new face, I am Cliff" he greeted with a grin.

The 'stranger' smile grows a little. "Hello. We've already met before...I was staying in the condo next to yours five years ago..?" The black-haired man said. "Baxter Ward?" He added.

Cliff deflated for a minute. He had remembered, now that Baxter hiked his memory. Cove had updated Cliff on the entire series of events about Baxter and MC.

He was told how the eccentric monochromatic tourist had gotten together with his long-term neighbor and son's best friend.

He was also told about how the same eccentric monochromatic tourist had dumped MC at the end of the summer and vowed to never see them again.

Baxter had always been very neighborly and amiable towards Mr. Holden himself, always greeting him and giving tidbits about his plans for the day.

But...

He couldn't forget how heartbroken MC was over the breakup. It always seemed like they had some unheeded feelings that will most likely never be addressed or explained; leaving MC confused and sad over it all.

Like Noelani and Pamela’s first reaction to the reappearance of Baxter; His excitement melted in the California heat.

“Oh.” Cliff mumbled.

He then walked to stand behind the register took out a long box and continued to talk with everyone.

“So , What brings you back in town, Baxter?”

“Well.-“ Baxter was then promptly interrupted by the sound of a box opening and a metal clanking sound hitting the counter.

Cliff casually unboxed a box of fishing harpoons while staring right at Baxter.

“Well, we wanted to visit the shopping district again to relax.” Baxter finished , he had his usual grin but it looked a tiny bit wobbly.

“Uh-huh,” Cliff said, placing another fishing harpoon on the table casually again. “Ignore me. These are new shipments.” Cliff reiterated, with a slightly forced smile.

Not wanting to stay in this awkward and slightly threatening silence, MC speaks up.

“Mr. Holden , me and Baxter are back together; don’t be too hard on him” they said both in a jokey and genuine sense.

Cliff chuckled a little. “I won’t , don’t worry!” He smiled , shining the threatening harpoons.

Miranda giggled a little , either out of nervousness or whatever was going on. Terry being the social butterfly he is bounced right back.

“B-man invited everyone to lunch so we gotta head out soon!” He stated , giving Baxter a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah. We just wanted to stop by , Dad” Cove said with a smile. Cliff nodded to that. “I appreciate you for thinking about your old man, Cove.”

“Your not old , Mr.Holden. Your only like 49.”

“Pfft-, 49?!? MC. I promise ,I am not that old” he cackled lightheartedly. Before he started waving the group off. “You kids go on now, You don’t have to stay to keep me company.”

As they all began exiting , he stopped Baxter. “Uh , Baxter. A word?” He asked , a serious tone in his voice.

Baxter didn’t say anything but he did move to properly look at the older gentleman. He had a abased frown.

“I don’t want any funny business with you,” Cliff said, crossing his arms. “MC has been a massive support to both Cove and myself for a long time. It would be sad to see them be heartbroken again.” He continued, he wasn’t joking around.

Baxter Ward stood up straighter and said. “Mr. Holden. I assure you that this time, I am here to stay.” He said, putting a pale hand to his purple button-up.

“I understand your concern. I haven’t made a good impression by doing that years ago. I am sorry for that. I truly do care for MC and I want to be with them.”

He finished it off with a slight bow of his head.

Cliff unfolded his arms and gave Baxter’s shoulder a strong but not painful squeeze. “Good. I hope we can become good friends then.”

Cliff then let Baxter go to join the rest of the group with a small hopeful smile.

[mxtxfanatic]

Random Thought #33: Idk how to say this without sounding like I’m tryna diminish Jin Zixuan’s one moment of unambiguous good, but I don’t think Jin Zixuan defending Mianmian would ever have happened if he had to do something more proactive than just…ignoring the words of a man he had been building a simmering hatred for over the course of a few weeks.

Jin Zixuan is shown (and explicitly said) to side with people he considers “his people.” While they are all hostages of the Wen during the indoctrination camp, outside of that shared victimhood, Mianmian is simply a stranger to Jin Zixuan, while his “defense” of her is simply refusing to move out of the way when Wen Chao—the man who had been targeting him for harassment every day for weeks on end—ordered him to. This is a very passive resistance. And not to say that this wasn’t a good deed or any less of a powerful moment, but if Wen Chao hadn’t singled out Jin Zixuan for bullying, would he have still ignored the former’s words to move out of the way? If Jin Zixuan hadn’t happened to be standing by Lan Wangji and Mianmian hid behind only the Lan, instead, would he have said anything in her defense? Would he have even physically moved to shield her? Is any of that in-character with the behavior we are shown of his throughout any of the rest of the novel?

[my-castles-crumbling]

avada kedavra - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 131

Remus had always known that he was a monster.

That he was capable of lifting his wand to harm. That he, too, could hurt someone, if he was pushed.

He was a werewolf, after all.

But it wasn't until the first time he and Sirius ran into a fight together. That a Death Eater pointed his wand at Sirius's heart and screamed, 'Avada Kedavra!' That he thought, for a very real moment, Sirius would crumple on the ground before him and never move again.

He just reacted.

He'd always known he would die for Sirius. But now he realized, fists clenched and jaw set, wand trained on the Death Eater who was now in a heap at his feet:

If it came down to it, he would kill for him, too.

[enbysiriusblack]

orion as the hunter, sirius as the hunting dog, and james as the prey.