#Sirius Orion black

[my-castles-crumbling]

based on @waytootiredforthistoo 's post - background jegulus

"Even for your four, this is a new low," Minerva ranted, blood boiling as she stared down at her four favorite students, who were all seated in chairs in her office, looking less-than-contrite. "Breaking in to the Slytherin Common Room in the middle of the night? Sticking every single student to their bed?"

"We don't discriminate," Sirius Black nodded, sending her a grin. "Though James's boyfriend will be a bit mad."

"Oi! Shut up about Re-"

"Boys!" Minerva interrupted, trying not to laugh. "This is unacceptable. I have to take fifty points from Gryffindor!"

All four Seventh-Years paused, staring at her. "Fifty?" Remus Lupin asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Each!" Minerva nearly-screeched. "And detention every night for a week!"

"So that's two hundred points total," James Potter said sadly.

"Yes," Minerva nodded, trying not to feel too badly. "So if you-"

"Can you make it three?" Sirius asked, interrupting.

She blinked, quite sure she'd heard incorrectly. "I- what?"

"It's just, we're trying to set a record," Remus explained calmly, eyes wide. "We need to beat two hundred and fifty."

Minerva's heart began beating erratically. No. Surely they hadn't found out-

"We recently came across this, you see," James continued, grinning and pulling a paper from his pocket. "Peter, here, had a detention where he had to rewrite some old detention cards. And look at this one!"

Hand shaking slightly, Minerva looked at the card. On it, written in a scrawl, were the words:

Minerva McGonagall, sixth year, Gryffindor, a month's detention and a loss of 250 points for hexing all of the Slytherin team's brooms. (Most points lost in a single day.)

Sighing, Minerva tried to school her expression before she looked back at the four boys. But she knew it was far too late to do anything about this. The secret was out.

"You're our biggest role model, Professor," Peter said sincerely, an awed look on his face. "A record of the most lost points in a day? We just want to beat your record."

"Yes. Oh, well. We'll have to try even harder next time," James smirked, taking the card back from her loose grasp.

It was at that moment that Minerva McGonagall new she was absolutely fucked.

[corwnvus]

[fantisyoflove]

This song is so perfect for them 😍

[katsutaaki]

[outromoony]

Sirius could have escaped Azkaban any moment during those twelve years but he didn’t because he thought he deserved to be there. He spent every day drowning in guilt, convinced James and Lily’s deaths were his fault, punishing himself for years for a crime he didn't commit, and yet people still call him selfish.

[rottensouldier]

sweetest perfection

early valentines gift for you bc i couldnt wait any longer whoops

[heaven4lostgirls]

me when people remind me that sirius’ middle name isn’t actually orion💔

Happens wayyy more than it should

[racoon3lizabeth]

Art critics at work: part two

part 1 | part 2

summary: remus dislikes a lot of things. not just the teachers lounge but the cafeteria as well. But what he didn’t know is that someone else is using his secret place to eat.

notes: this was sort of rushed and not as well written as the first part. I’ve been having a lot of writers block so that’s why. but next part will be longer and much more well written! buuuuuut I hope you like it either way!!

remus lupin x fem!reader

Eating lunch at school should be illegal if you ask Remus. At least as a teacher. Not only does he sneak into the art classroom to print papers, which he had completely forgotten to do when he stumbled upon the new teacher, he also tries to sneak away during lunch to eat in peace. Hence as to why he always brings his own lunch.

Sirius and him usually eat together. Sometimes outside on the benches or in Remus' classroom. But that’s why Wednesdays are the worst. Their lunch breaks are normally at the same time but unfortunately not in the middle of the week. So he’ll have to eat alone because there’s no chance he’s eating in the cafeteria.

With his salad in hand he walked out the front door, turning right to continue down the path which leads down to three couples of tables. The wooden tables are all rectangular with two bench seats. Lightened up by the yellow spring sun.

It’s still in that early phase of spring where the sun shines the brightest but offers the least of warmth. Not even his dark brown leather jacket and red scarf could save him from the chill air.

Remus is once again too caught up with his own thoughts. If he hadn’t been repeating the lessons he’ll be holding later today in his head he would’ve been able to stop before you saw him.

“Remus?”

The professor looks up from the ground at the sound of your voice, only a few metres from the benches, stopping in his pace when he sees you. “Hi,” his lips curled into a quizzical smile. “What are you doing here?” He questions. Even though it’s obvious due to the sandwich in your right hand.

You regard him with a nervous twinkle in your eye. You’ve only talked once, about a week ago and you’ve only seen him in the hallways since then and once during a meeting. Always sending each other subtle glances as you walk past each other.

But you haven’t truly spoken and the mere thought of sparking another conversation sends a chill down your spine.

“Eating lunch,” you explain, raising your shoulders in a half shrug. “I’m too nervous to talk to the other teachers.” You add, letting out an anxious chuckle. Taking a bite out of your sandwich.

Remus takes your words as an invitation to sit down with you, which it also was. It’s not like he’s any more confident than you, he’s just as nervous at the thought of having a conversation. But he hasn’t got anywhere else to sit. There’s two other tables but he obviously can’t just ignore you and choose to sit at another table.

That’s like experiencing the teenage drama that’s happening around them everyday.

He could also go back to his classroom and eat his lunch in peace. But he needs some fresh air. The stuffy air in his classroom can get a bit too much sometimes, even if he tries opening a window. There’s always someone who complains about the cold or noises from outside since a few of his students always stayed behind.

He settles down in front of you, placing his salad on top of the table. “Most of them are alright,” the cold wind blowing through his curls. “Sirius is nice.” he remarked. Observing her with a gentle gaze as he opens the plastic lid to his food.

Your eyes flick back and forth over his face, studying him as you raise one of your eyebrows. “Who’s Sirius?” You inquire, voice not over a whisper, embarrassed by the fact that you don’t know who he is.

Remus pauses in mid action, fork just above his lips. “Mr Black?” Tilting his head to the side. “Music teacher?” He questions, lowering his hand to rest on the table.

Your mouth forms a small O shape as the realisation dawns upon you. You had actually seen Sirius talk with Remus multiple times. Perhaps you had just been too busy peering at the handsome history teacher to notice Mr Black. “Right,” you snicker. “Yeah I know who that is.”

The history teacher starts to eat as you talk. Having a hard time concentrating when you’re just sitting there in front of him looking effortlessly radiant. “He’s one of my best friends,” he elaborates when he finishes chewing. “I’ve known him and two other blokes since we were eleven.”

“Really?” You raise a curious eyebrow. “How come?”

“We went to school together.” He explains simply. It actually wasn’t more complicated than that at all. They all met when they were eleven and very mischievous. Though he doesn’t have to tell you about the number of pranks he pulled through his youth. Maybe he’ll tell you one day, on the first date. Or maybe that’s more of a third date thing?

His heart rate goes from normal to abnormally fast at the thought. Immediately regretting his stupid daydreaming. He barely even knows you.

“That’s nice,” you responded, your beautiful voice causing him to snap back to reality. “Weird coincidence that your friend Sirius also works here.” You comment, lips twitching into a small smile. Taking another bite of your sandwich, the cold breeze makes its way into your thin jacket, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Remus quickly finished his salad, placing his cutlery inside of the box before he closed the lid on top. Chewing on his lower lip as a grin spreads on his face. “Not really,” your eyes meeting for a few seconds before Remus peers down at the table. Crossing one leg over the other. “I worked here first and then my mate Sirius needed a job.” Remus recalled.

You manage to nod slowly as you observe him. His chocolate coloured eyes turn more hazel as the sun shines down on them. A small, almost unnoticeable scar stretching from his right eyebrow down the slope of his nose. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, not that you’re complaining, but you can see his pretty face much clearer.

“Are you going to that teacher parent meeting tomorrow night?” You questioned, changing the subject since the small dusting of freckles on his nose had made you completely forget what you talked about in the first place.

Remus drums his fingers against the edge of the table, your piercing although kind gaze making him restless. “Yeah,” he confirms. Running a hand through his hair. “Are you?” Not knowing if you’re aware that those meetings are pretty much mandatory since you just started working at the school.

“Yeah,” you echo, finally finished with your lunch. “So I’ll see you there?” You ask, eyes lightening up just by the thought of it.

Remus clears his throat, folding his hands in his lap. “Yes.” He replies, tugging at his scarf that suddenly felt extremely tight. The cold wind didn’t feel so cold anymore. His hands had even started to grow clammy due to how fast his heart thumped inside of his chest. “I’ll save you a seat.” He adds, chuckling nervously as he realises what he just uttered. Why on earth does he always tend to make a fool out of himself?

Your entire face reddens, turning crimson as a flush creeps up your neck. “Great.” You only mutter, not really trusting your voice at the moment.

“Great.” He repeats, voice cracking slightly.

Based on your reaction it wasn’t that out of place for him to say. Maybe just a little.

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tags: @amatoanima @po3tbbygirl @lettertovera @allformoony @ladyaida

[messingwithmoony]

just saw a numberplate abd the end part was -RAB

Im insane.

[my-castles-crumbling]

breath/e - jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 462

When James awoke, the first thing that he registered was that he was not in his bed. The sheets were foreign, the sensations of the space around him were different, the dim light cast unfamiliar shadows on the walls. It took him a few moments to realize exactly where he'd fallen asleep- who he'd fallen asleep with.

Slowly, he turned, eyes falling on the sleeping silhouette of the boy next to him.

Regulus lay there, eyes closed, breathing evenly. And for a moment, James allowed himself to admire him, to be thankful for the peacefulness on his face, after the horrors of the night before. Memories of holding the shaking, weeping Slytherin while he gripped his shirt and soiled it with tears flashed behind his eyes, and James couldn't help but wince as he realized he must have fallen asleep while comforting Regulus while he cried. Indeed, he'd sat there for hours, rocking him, trying to calm him, murmuring reassurances that he was safe, that James would never leave him. It had been both heart-breaking and the biggest sense of relief, to hold Regulus there in that moment..

But he was interrupted from his memories when the younger boy moved, whining a bit in his sleep, like he was having a nightmare. James quickly reached out, wrapping his arms around him again, pulling him close to his his chest, reveling in the warmth of the protective hold. Finally, finally, Regulus was here, at James's house, safe from his parents. And James didn't have to worry about anyone finding out about how he felt, how Regulus felt.

Well, he did still have to worry about one person.

As if by magic, James heard the faintest creak, and his heart sank to his toes when he looked up slightly to see familiar boy peeking his head into the room. For one brief moment, he considered running, but he knew there was no use.

Shocked gray eyes met nervous hazel, and James held his breath.

The emotions that flickered over Sirius's face were vast. First concern, then confusion, then incredulity, then for a brief moment anger. But the anger melted into something softer as Sirius looked at the way James held Regulus close, his head tucked into James's chest, and then his eyes widened into acceptance.

"Is...is he alright?" Sirius asked, whisper so low that James could barely hear him.

Shocked that Sirius hadn't thrown a hex, James nodded slowly. "Yes...he, er, fell asleep a few hours ago. I'm sorry, Pads, I fell asleep too, I didn't mean-"

"He's safe. And he looks happy. That's what matters," Sirius interrupted firmly, expression tired and genuine.

James swallowed and nodded. "Thanks, mate."

"Love you, Prongs," Sirius mumbled as he backed out of the room. "Love you Reg."

[moonyscribe]

P-Padfoot???? I am SIRIUSLY so Sirius rn this is amazing 🩵

good news! you're an animorph! bad news! you didn't know about the two-hour limit and got stuck in your first morph, which is whatever this wheel lands on

[starkayezer]

Regulus, who, yes, has friends, but they're all online. He lives in England, but Barty, oh, he lives in Italy. Evan and Pandora live in France. Dorcas? Who knows where she is right now, her family's always moving around.

Regulus, who has no friends in person. Regulus, who has nobody to lean on.

His parents don't love him, and he can never be sure how Sirius feels about him. He's just his annoying little sister anyway. Usually he just gets ignored.

Regulus, who tries to hang out with his brother and his friends. Peter, who will occasionally indulge him, and Remus, who's kind to him. James, who he used to have a crush on when he was little, as he made his older brother, the most important person to him, the person he idolised, happy. But Sirus always pushes him off.

Sirius, who once screamed "I hate you" at Regulus for the most mundane thing, and Regulus, who's not been able to push the memory out of his mind for years.

Regulus, who has no friends. Sirius, who's had the same group of friends since he met them.

Sirius, who has plenty of friends, plenty of people who love him. Regulus, who has nothing of the like. You can never tell tone through texts anyway. Online friends are much different than in person ones.

Sirius, who's turning 18 soon, who will be graduating and moving out. Regulus, who's terrified to be left alone. Regulus, who knows Sirius doesn't care enough to deal with the younger sibling who just wants someone to love them.

Regulus, who will miss his brother, and Sirius, who will only ever see him as his annoying younger sister.

[gwrfelds]

I fully believe that Sirius and Regulus’ relationship is like: I would die for you but if you ask me for a glass of water I refuse to bring it to you and I think that’s beautiful

[beesunshiny]

Sirius Probably: Would you still love me if I was a worm?

[chinike]

🖤

Sirius

[im-a-mess-of-a-person]

how the marauders & co. would dance

james: he’s so confident that he looks cool even when he’s doing stupid moves, which is most of the time. he always looks really relaxed and chill. when he really gets into it though, he’s gooooddd, and no one can look away.

sirius: he had to learn ballroom dancing when he was younger, so he has really good rhythm. ho matter what other moves he’s doing, his hips are always swinging with the beat, and it drives remus insane. he’s also just a realllyyy good dancer over all

remus: he thinks he’s an awful dancer so he won’t do it at all unless he’s drunk. but even when he finally loosens up a little, he’s still kind of stiff and self conscious. it’s kind of adorable though. he’ll dance when sirius drags him out to the floor.

peter: he has so many fun dance moves that make everyone laugh. they’re lowkey impressive though like i feel like he would randomly be able to breakdance really well and everyone is just like ??? he definitely can’t slow dance for anything though.

mary: she should be illegal. she is an absolute goddess. hips, shoulders, butt… she is a master and she knows it. she loves to dance and show off, especially for lily. she’s also always wearing the perfect clothes that swish and flow with her body.

lily: she can dance, and she knows it. she doesn’t usually go too hard until she’s had something to drink, and her moves slowly become for suggestive. lowkey feel like she had a ten things i hate about you dancing on the table moment one time and she’s never living it down.

marlene: she doesn’t like dancing. it feels unnatural and weird and the only person she’ll do it with is dorcas, or maybe mary if she’s feeling particularly tipsy generous. she’s not bad at it at all, she just doesn’t like it very much.

dorcas: she can take it or leave it. she’ll usually dance a little at parties, and occasionally she gets in a mood randomly where she really wants to dance in the middle of the day or night. marlene will always sometimes indulge her and dance with her.

pandora: nobody dances like her. she loves to dance, she can feel the music run through her soul. it possesses her, and she flows so beautifully and perfectly with it. she’s so elegant and mesmerizing and the entire room is transfixed and just stops to watch.

evan: he doesn’t much care for dancing. he can ballroom dance, but club/party dancing just isn’t really his thing. he can occasionally be convinced by barty, and he’s pretty decent at it, but he just doesn’t get the hype. he’d rather just watch

barty: oh, he is downright sinful. how does one even move like that?? he loves to dance with sirius when they both know evan and remus are watching. they get so into it and their boyfriends are over there pretending to be jealous but actually just drooling over them.

regulus: he also learned ballroom dancing, which he much prefers to anything that goes on at parties. he loves to watch james, and although he’ll deny it, he loves when james pulls him out on the floor to dance, even if it’s not a waltz. he has impeccable rhythm too, so he’s naturally good at any kind of dancing.