#happy orion day

[yuncheoligans]

Game Night

Lee Jihoon x Reader

Summary: It's your turn to host game night, but your friend has a suggestion on what to play.

W/C: 1420

~Masterlist~

Rating: MDNI (Highly Suggestive, Metions of stripping, and drinking.)

a/n: Happy Birthday to my absolute best friend on the entire planet @nebulousbrainsoup I can't wait to spend it with you and basically this summer!!! We're going to have the time of our lives!! Thank you for always always being there and being my voice of reason when I need it. I love you so so so so so so so much!! another year around we go!!

also big BIG MASSIVE thank you to @kwanisms for giving me this perfect banner, and for also helping with the idea and being super supportive while I was writing this.

When my friends invited me over for a game night I expected something more like Monopoly, Mario Kart, Mario Party, Trivial Pursuit. Candy Land, or maybe even Sorry would've been better than this. Somehow Joshua wanted to show me what they did for this week's episode of Going Seventeen, but he wanted to add a twist.

“Oh come on you know Strip Poker.” Joshua said as my face warmed up. “Of course, I know Strip Poker you fool!” I said and hit his shoulder. “It's just like that but Rock Paper Scissors cards. And strip poker!” He smiled. “Why would I want to play that with you idiots?” I deadpanned at the man. “Because it'll be fun, having the attention of all of us-”

That is the exact opposite of what I want, Three very attractive idols staring at me while we bet clothing??? No. “Sorry, I'm late.” Jihoon announced coming in from outside.

Fuck.

Make that 4 attractive idols staring at me while we bet clothing.

“Ah, Jihoon-ah, you’re just in time my friend.” Joshua smiled and sent a wink my way. I grabbed the closest bottle of wine to me and made my way to the couch, if I had to be stuck here, no way was I going to be sober doing it. “y/n?” Jihoon asked. “Are you playing?” “I thought our dear could join in the fun tonight.” Joshua said. “So you normally play strip poker with your friends?” I asked eying Joshua. Chan did a spit-take. “We’re doing what?” he asked. “Oh no this is a special occasion brought to you by the one and only, Xu Minghao.” Joshua smiled. “Don’t give me all the credit, I said it as a joke.” Hao hit him. “And who better to be our fifth for the night than our dear friend y/n?” I was nudged by the oldest in the room.

Of course, this was a plan, of course it was all Joshua’s doing, that horny bastard, the only way it could be worse would be if Jeonghan was here, those two would cheat while the rest of us would be entirely naked, meanwhile they’ve only lost a sock. Does anyone want to remind me why I’m even here? Why I agreed to this?

“You don’t have to play if you’re really that uncomfortable.” Jihoon looked at me, a slight concern in his eyes. “What and miss Jisoo in his tighty whities? No way, he’s losing today.” “Okay well rules are the same as always, we won’t make you go full nude, but if you keep playing and losing, you’ll have to take a shot once you run out of clothing.” Joshua clapped his hands and handed the cards to Jihoon. “You’re going down pretty boy.” I smiled at Joshua. “Bring it on.”

Fuck Lee Chan for looking like a schoolboy! Fuck Xu Minghao for wearing that fucking tank top, Fuck Hong Jisoo for his smug fucking face, and fuck Lee Jihoon for looking so goddamn tasty in those stupid suspenders. Here I am, with no shirt, no socks, just a bra, shorts, and underwear still on. Chan, our poor baby, just keeps losing he’s down to his boxers at this point. Hao decided his indoor sunglasses count so he’s faring better than anyone mostly still clothed, and that punk Joshua just has his shirt off, claiming he would’ve taken it off anyway he was getting hot.

Jihoon’s arm flexed as he poured a shot, it’s unfair! I’m stuck here! I’m being tortured! I’m stuck with my 4 hot friends playing strip poker, and I don’t even get to see them not wearing anything! How am I the one losing!!! Well….I guess Chan is worse off than I am. He’s fine! “How many more rounds are we playing?” I huffed “Scared those shorts are coming off next?” Chan raised his eyebrow. “No! But it’s getting late, and I’m getting cold.” I stated, suddenly there was a warm jacket around me. “Jihoon-ah! That’s cheating!” Joshua protested. “They’re cold.” he brushed off the elder. “Fine, final round? All or nothing?” Joshua raised an eyebrow and looked at the others. “What all? I don’t have an all I’m down to my underwear.” Chan protested. “Aww, cute little Channie.” Joshua smiled. “Okay, all or nothing, the losers take 2 shots and lose the rest of their clothing, minus the underwear.” “Deal” we all said in unison. The cards are dealt, we look, the room is silent….Minghao flips his card first, Scissors, Chan next, also Scissors…. “Well boys looks like you are gonna be losing those clothes-” I started, flipping over the rock card. “Not so fast Y/n” Joshua chuckled and produced the paper card. “YOU’RE A GOD DAMN LIAR AND A CHEAT HONG JISOO!!!” I yelled at the male across from me. “I’m just lucky I guess.” he shrugged the smirk never falling off his face. “Come on. I won.” he made a look behind me I didn’t quite catch.

I shimmied the shorts off myself and gave them a dramatic spin, I had worn a nicer set than usual today without knowing the consequences of my own actions. The blue set was adorned with lace, and accompanied by the same shade and lace for the bottoms, but in the form of hipsters instead of traditional underwear. “Yeah yeah, you’ve had your look now get out.” I chuckled and threw my thumb at the door signalling the men to get lost. “I can’t believe you dragged Jihoon into this too.” “I don’t think he minded much.” Joshua winked and helped Minghao put on his long coat. “I’ll help you clean up y/n” Jihoon smiled at me calmly. There was a quiet darkness in his eyes. Something bubbling behind that sweet smile and gentle nature. “You don’t have to Ji, it’s okay.” I threw my shirt back on to cover up. “This is the last time I host game night at my place.” I mumbled as the others began leaving. “Goodnight y/n!” Chan called out as the Uber arrived to pick them up, Minghao still red in the face after having lost to Joshua at strip poker. I waved to them from the window.

“Did you have fun tonight?” Jihoon asked coming up behind me, making his presence known, his hand on the small of my back. The ever-present partner stance he took in private. “Until Jisoo very clearly cheated I did yeah.” I rolled my eyes and turned around to pick up the various beer cans strewn about the floor from the times we would throw them at said male. “I’m never letting him come up with the ideas again.” I chuckled to myself. “What makes you so sure this was Joshua’s idea?” Jihoon raised an eyebrow. “Strip Poker? Come on he clearly came up with it.” “Maybe…with a little suggestion.” he shrugged. “And who else would suggest such a thing besides Jeonghan?” “It may have been mentioned in passing when we were working on a song.” he tried playing nonchalantly. “Lee Jihoon are you trying to tell me that strip poker was your idea?” “Oh don’t act so surprised doll.” he smirked and tied off the trash bag. “I’d been looking for an excuse for them to see something they could never have.” “You sneaky little mastermind! You wanted me to strip in front of your friends?” I looked at the man who had started spending more time with me than in his studio. “I said I wanted to keep us private, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find ways to show you off.” “A warning would’ve been nice!” I slapped his arm away from me slightly. “You don’t mean that you love surprises.” he moved behind me, his hands on my waist. “Besides, you know how worked up I get having to play pretend all day.”

This side of Jihoon was dangerous, the side that came out when he had been pent up, he had overworked himself and wanted to let go and have fun, he loved the feeling of when you let go and basically crawl into his lap. Just having you encompass him, he just loves having you to himself after showing others what they can’t have.

“Now it’s time for the real fun?” he raised an eyebrow. “Uuujiiii,” I whined out at the man and he effortlessly picked me up carrying me away to the bedroom.

He truly is a mastermind when it comes to games and game night.

[cosmic-orange-milkshake]

hiii... umm.. mothers day... or something.. yeah

(hehee i actually really like the relationship shown between orion and codexa! very cute! he still runs back to his mum when he's scared hehe!)

[g1rld1ary]

new year's day - sirius black x reader

wc: 2608

cw: drinking, smoking, swearing, kissing, r is an anxious overthinker

me: inspired ofc by miss swift. happy happy 2025 lovelies!!!! this was supposed to be out for my new years (it is currently 12am on the 3rd lol) but the words were not wording. hopefully because of time zones it's still only just passed NYD for some of u?? either way wishing u love + light for the yr ahead <33

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There was glitter on the floor after the party. A wonderful idea at the time, sparkles falling softly as couples kissed and champagne was popped to welcome the new year in, but now it was just something else to clean up.

A couple of people you knew, friends you weren’t that close with, were still making their way out from the night before, heels thrown over shoulders and bare feet braving the winter streets. You waved out a few more guests with a forced smile, trying not to think about how much you would rather be back in a warm bed, preferably cuddled up with someone.

“Happy New Year, darling.” Alice Fortescue kissed your cheek on the way out, pressing a stack of Polaroids in your hands. The top one was you and Sirius, hugging tightly with megawatt grins on display. You flipped it over so fast you might have made an earthquake. You couldn’t think about him.

You shut the door behind the final group of stragglers, wishing them all a happy New Year as they went, and sighed. The party was a success, there was no denying it, but somehow you didn’t feel any satisfaction. Not after making what might be the biggest mistake of your life. Not that it felt like that at the time, but… Not everything that feels good is good.

Tense silence settled over your house and you felt dangerously alone despite knowing that all your best friends were still asleep somewhere upstairs. You allowed yourself a moment, quiet before the inevitable storm of the day, and sat on the couch with your head in your hands.

You felt stupid. You’d probably just fucked up the most important relationship in your life for five minutes of pleasure. And what was worse was that you couldn’t even talk to him about it so you just wallowed in your own self-pity, feeling your best friend slip through your fingers.

Something dumb was pumping through the stereo, accompanying the raucous noise already occupying your house.

“Dance with me,” You whined, grabbing Sirius’ hands to make him move along to the music with you. He laughed at you, shaking his head softly but moving with you all the same. He twirled you around easily, handing his drink to a laughing Remus.

Sirius followed you further into the cleared-out living room, pulling out all his most embarrassing dance moves to make you laugh. You took it as a challenge, moving to the music with the wildest movements you could create, the two of you unintentionally creating a bubble between you and the rest of the party.

You eventually tired out, though, and made Sirius accompany you through the first story of your house, wine-drunk and giggling as you let all your thoughts travel from your brain and out your mouth.

Sirius helped you up until you were sitting on the railing of your back porch and staring at the stars, him standing next to you, your shoulders brushing every so often. You talked about everything and nothing, the things you wanted to leave in this year, what you were excited for in the next.

James, Remus and Peter came tumbling out the back door and into your garden with a small crowd following, setting up in anticipation of the new year and the fireworks they were going to let off.

“Sirius?” You asked, and your tone must have worried him because Sirius was up in an instant, standing in front of you.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me,” You said as your friends began to count down.

“What?” His silver eyes widened, hands finding purchase on your knees.

“Kiss me. Please.”

And as the new year made itself known, you were finally kissing Sirius Black, your best friend in the world and longtime crush. His lips were soft, same as his hair, and all you wanted was for him to be closer, closer, closer until you weren’t even two people anymore. Just one combined being so you’d never have to stop kissing him.

His palm on your cheek was warm, cradling you gently like you’d slip away at any moment. Had he been wanting this as much as you had? You weren’t in any shape to consider it, lost in his smell and his closeness.

Champagne bottles popped behind you, fireworks releasing into the sky and you were kissing Sirius Black. You thought life could not possibly get any better, except for when he pulled away and simply rested his forehead on yours, your two breaths mixing in the winter air.

You didn’t say anything, too afraid to pop the blissful bubble you were in, so the two of you remained in silence, Sirius’ hands still holding you.

“Come on, we’re gonna play a game inside!” Mary called as she swung around the balcony pole. You and Sirius parted, intense eye contact sending chills down your spine. He nudged you gently. indicating for you to come along with him and participate in whatever terrible drinking game your friends had cooked up. Neither of you mentioned the kiss for the rest of the night.

You groaned, wiping your hands down your face to pull you back to earth, slapping your knees and standing up. Back to real life, where your best friend might never talk to you again.

You stepped over the bodies littered across the hallway leading into your bedroom, switching on your stereo as a wake-up call. The gaggle of teens moaned and groaned as you went about your business, clearing up some of the stray litter that had found its way in last night.

“Come on, clean up crew. None of you will be let out the gate until I no longer live in a shithole!” You said with forced cheer, burying your angst deep inside. Your friends whined a cacophony of complaints but roused nonetheless, ready to clean still in their sparkly attire from the party.

“Didn’t your parents know about the party?” Lily asked, rubbing tired eyes.

“Yes, but they still don’t want to come back to filth! So let’s get on it!”

Despite originally being the leader of the cleaning crusade and being the primary inhabitant of the house in which you were all cleaning, you’d somehow been bossed into the one role you’d been praying against: taking on the living room with Sirius.

Tense silence blanketed the room. You had no conversation to provide, and clearly neither did Sirius, so you were both loading empty bottles into garbage bags trying desperately to think of something to say.

You looked up to say something, anything, but divine timing made you catch the precise moment a ray of sunlight threaded through Sirius’ inky hair and onto his face, making him all but glow in the daylight. You bit your lip, unable to make conversation when he was literally golden.

“Here,” Sirius was the one to eventually break the silence, tossing a glass beer bottle into your waiting rubbish bag. You played along, making a game of catching it. You passed the time that way, making a dull chore into a competition to make it bearable.

It wasn’t until one of the bottles shattered that you sobered up, freezing in place as glass scattered across the hardwood floor.

“Shit. Stay right there,” Sirius ordered, rushing out of the room for a brush pan and broom. You stared at your sock-clad feet, both to ensure there wasn’t any glass on you and to reconsider the dynamic you had with Sirius. He’d been acting normal but hadn’t mentioned the kiss at all, maybe he was politely ignoring it so nothing would change. Or, you realised with a start, maybe he didn’t even remember it. You’d all been drinking and you were pretty sure you’d seen Sirius smoking something with Remus, there was a chance he really didn’t even know it happened. The thought was a little like a knife through the heart but it was better than losing him, so you chose to believe it.

Sirius returned, carefully cleaning away the glass shards littered by your feet as you stood dutifully still. It was strangely intimate, you could hear your friends chatter in a distant other room, a Beatles record floating through the air, but you felt a million miles away with Sirius.

“You’re all good,” He said, tipping the glass pieces into the rubbish, holding thick eye contact. You swallowed, mouth dry as you searched for a familiar quip to move the moment on. Nothing came and you were stuck staring at each other until someone called for you both in the other room.

“Hurry up, you two, we’re making vision boards!” You both snapped to attention, tossing the last remaining bits of rubbish into the bin and hurrying over to where the rest of your friends sat around a long dining table.

“What the bloody hell is a vision board,” Sirius muttered and you giggled at his side, quickly quietening down when he looked at you in a way you couldn’t decipher. Your brain chose to interpret it as discomfort.

“A vision board,” Remus explained with a stern emphasis, “Is where you collage the things you want to bring into the new year. So attitudes, things you want to happen, whatever you want.”

Sirius grumbled a bit more but sat down nonetheless, examining the collection of photos the girls had prepared a few days before new year’s eve.

You all quietened down as the craft progressed, scissor snips and paper rustling filling the room. You were mostly engaged with your own approaching new year visions, gluing down inspirational quotes and images you wanted to live out.

By chance you glanced down at Sirius’ board as you reached over to take a picture from Lily’s hands, eyes catching on one of the photos glued down already. Two figures kissing in the snow, the girl’s hand on the man’s jaw.

You dropped back into your chair aggressively, slumping back slightly.

“Woah, you alright?” James asked, trying to rub glue off his hands. You nodded before he could even finish the question, putting your head down to focus on your board.

What did the photo mean? Was Sirius finally ready to settle down and get a girlfriend? Was it you? Was it because of you? Holy shit, you were such a bad kisser that you made Sirius Black want to stop hooking up with people.

You knew you were being quiet but you couldn’t help it. It was hard to look forward to the year ahead when it was clear to you that something would be different between you and Sirius.

You excused yourself to get another glass of water, sighing as you watched the winter landscape out the window above the sink.

“Alright, dove?” You jumped at Remus’ voice but turned with a small smile. You nodded with a noncommittal noise, taking a sip of water to avoid speaking. He shot you a look you could almost picture McGonagall giving you when you lied about not being stressed during exams.

“Are we not talking about the kiss, then?” You paused. Obviously someone would have seen it, you weren’t exactly hiding anything, but it still sent fear through your veins. Not only would it now be weird with Sirius, people would start to pick sides as you drifted and soon enough your whole friendship group would be fractured down the middle. The tears burned in your eyes without any notice and you bit the inside of your cheek to stop them from falling.

“Everything’s going to fall apart,” You broke down, collapsing into Remus’ arms. He held you for a minute, letting you get the worst out.

“Nothing’s going to fall apart.” He pet your hair softly, “If you like him you just need to tell him. Don’t avoid him because of things you’re imagining might happen. Live in real life, dove.” You considered Remus’ words. They kinda hurt, but you thought you needed to hear them.

No one mentioned your red eyes as you returned from the kitchen with Remus, and Mary kindly told you the group had moved on from vision boards to new year’s resolutions.

You wrote your list in pensive silence, doodling with a sparkly pink gel pen. Staring across the table you were struck with inspiration, scribbling quickly like you were leaving a smoking trail.

The group dispersed after you’d all finished, teenagers filling every corner of your house. Each were tending to their own business, mostly setting up sleeping spaces so they could all stay while your parents were travelling.

“Hey,” You said awkwardly, approaching Sirius as he smoked on the back porch. He turned to face you, lips twitching up in response. “Is this your resolutions list? Can I read it?” You swiped the folded up piece of paper from his long fingers. He looked as if he was going to put up a fight but relented easily, turning to fully face you.

“Only if I get to read yours.”

You traded papers, the unfolding sheets rustling in the otherwise silent air. Your eyes scanned the list, smiling when you saw “buy a motorbike” in unnecessarily formal script.

And then, number five. In trembling hands, you re-read the words several times, not sure if you wanted it to be true or not.

“Tell her how I feel?” You asked, scared to even make eye contact.

“Tell him how I feel,” Sirius read off your list, a joyful spark making its way to his eyes.

“So…”

“I really like you. So much. And when you asked me to kiss you I was so scared that we’d fuck everything up but I can never say no to you. And I wanted to so, so much.”

Holy shit. You felt ridiculous, stressing about this all day when the whole time — the whole time — Sirius felt exactly the same. Your mouth dried up as you searched for words, anything acceptable for the current moment. You gave up, doing instead what you’d been thinking about all day.

And suddenly you were kissing Sirius Black. Again. His lips were just as soft as they were last night but tasted smokey and sweet from the leftover treats you’d all been snacking on throughout the day. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him as close as you possibly could.

You thought it was far too easy to get lost in kissing Sirius Black. Despite the cold air around you, you wouldn’t have been able to say whether it had been minutes or hours and you wouldn’t have dreamt of pulling away.

Cheers and hoots came from your bedroom window, reluctantly pulling yourselves off each other. Your friends were all hanging out the window making right fools of themselves, and you could tell the warmth in your cheeks wasn’t just from the cold. You buried your head in his chest to avoid the stares, revelling in being close.

“So…” Sirius said once the cheerleaders had had their fun.

“We’re certainly productive,” You joked, “I mean, how many people are ticking off their resolutions on New Year’s Day?”

“Maybe I should make another one then.” Sirius grabbed his paper back and pretended to write, “How about ‘get a girlfriend?’” You pretended to think, tilting your head as you pondered.

“I guess I could help you with that.”

[lulublack90]

Prompt 25 - Cosy

@wolfstarmicrofic December 25, word count 413

The next morning of yesterday's Prompt - Sleigh

He woke up the next morning feeling all cosy and warm. It took him a moment to understand what was going on as the sleepy fog cleared from his mind. He was curled up in bed with someone. It was not his bed. He shuffled his head, craning his neck to get a better view of the face of the person he was tangled with. He drew in a soft gasp when he realised it was Remus. The entire night before, suddenly came rushing back to him. They’d kissed and then Effie had caught them in the sleigh, not that she realised that was what had happened. Then he’d laid awake unable to sleep, so he’d snuck into Remus’s bed. 

Remus stirred, and his eyes slowly blinked open. “Hi,” He smiled sleepily at Sirius as he stretched around him. 

“Hi,” Sirius was suddenly feeling nervous. What if Remus regretted it? What if he got upset that Sirius was in his bed? All of Sirius’s worries were quickly quelled when Remus opened his arms, dragged Sirius on top of him and kissed him. 

They were very late going down for breakfast, but Effie didn’t mind, simply sending plates that had been kept magically warm of scrambled egg and bacon over to them and went back to reading her newspaper after wishing them a Merry Christmas. 

“How much did you have to drink last night, Sirius darling? Because when I went to check on you, you were in Remus’s bed, sprawled over the poor boy. It’s a wonder he could breathe the way you were clinging to him,” She chuckled. “Oh, and Remus, dear, don’t be afraid to kick him out of your room if he ever does it again,” Remus’s cheeks flamed red as he nodded sheepishly to Effie. Sirius beamed, he loved it when Remus’s cheeks did that. 

“You guys ready for presents?” Monty asked, popping his head around the kitchen door. Sirius’s and Remus’s eyes met. 

“Presents!” They exclaimed excitedly in unison and shot up from the table and rushed into the living room where James waited, surrounded by piles of brightly wrapped gifts. 

Remus timidly held out a small, neatly wrapped parcel for Sirius and moved to the pile James pointed out was his. Sirius put Remus’s present in his pocket, deciding to leave it until last. 

They caught each other's eyes again, and the smile Remus gave him made his stomach swoop. He couldn’t wait until they were alone again.  

[siriuslygay1981]

Regulus' muscle memory making him hurt in every way possible, he walks down the right side of the stairs because Sirius always took the left. Him knocking on the bathroom door because Sirius always forgot to lock it. He throws the door open in anger, bursts into tears while in the shower right after.

Regulus making an extra cup of tea or coffee (depending on the day) for Sirius because he always liked the way Regulus made it. He throws the cup across the room, ignores the blood from the broken pieces touching his fingers.

Regulus going to Sirius' room in tears hoping he'll comfort him after a bad nightmare just to remember as he opens the door that Sirius is gone. He lays on his bed curled up and aching.

And why can't you come back?

Why aren't I brave enough to leave?

[plutoids-thoughts]

Orion says Happy Valentines Day!

He loves you very much and wants you to know you’re doing great!

(click for better image quality!)

[channnel]

Did anyone ask for the brothers in a bunny suit!? Specifically Jules!?

[in1-nutshell]

Me before watching the latest Transformers One trailer: *Pure excitement and buzzing happily* "OH MY!!?!!?!!" Me during and after watching the trailer: *suddenly remembering what's going to come for each character in the future* "Oh my..."

[thefluffyrailway-official]

ℍ𝔸ℙℙ𝕐 𝕄𝕆𝕋ℍ𝔼ℝ'𝕊 𝔻𝔸𝕐!!!

𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚝, 𝙾𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗 (𝚠𝚑𝚘'𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚕)

𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚡 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕.

(𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚘: @steam-beasts <𝟹)

(𝙿𝚂𝙳: 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚘𝚕.)

[hotdamnitsmoony]

happy birthday sirius black <3

[mymoonynight]

3rd chapter of When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace almost almost done, but since it's Sirius' birthday today I thought I'd post a snippet in appreciation of our favourite diva whom I love an absolutely insane amount. Anygays here you goooo:

Sirius, whose prideful smile never faltered even when he knew it would cause him more trouble.

Sirius, who reserved his warm, true joyful, reassuring smile for only Regulus to see. That smile that truly lives up to his name, Sirius shines brighter than any star in the universe. He brings the sense of safety that Regulus has been missing for a painfully long time. He brings a unique type of calm and ease that only he can manage. Many would argue that Sirius is anything but calm, but Regulus knows the brother he grew up with. Sirius is the calm and the storm together at once. Sirius brings love and chaos and strength and so much goodness with him. Regulus has always admired his big brother for that. Sirius was his role model, the coolest person he knew. He always looked up to him and wanted to be just like him. How brave and adventurous he was, how he stood up to their parents with his head always held high no matter how much they tried to break him down.

That was from Regulus POV in case u couldn't tell. Anygays I'm gonna ramble a bit about how much I love Sirius after this, so if u'r not interested u can skip it.

Okay let's be real now, Sirius is so very fkn precious to me, he's the most comfort character that ever comforted me (and absolutely destroyed me at the same time) ever. He means so fkn much to me, my most beloved little pookie princess who I love with all my heart, she deserves the absolute bestest things in the world :((( my precious beautiful gorgeous ethereal divine babiest babygirl. I love Sirius so so so so sickingly fkn much I'm ILL like they're just so very fkn important to meeee hgnfjrhrjyi

So anygays, happy 65th birthday Sirius Padfoot Black my most beloved, have a blast and throw the absolute sickest birthday party a 65 cool ass leather jacket wearer flying motorcycle rider year old wizard hottie could have, and wear ur absolute most stunning red dress for it u ARE the life of the party u ARE the center of attention u ARE THE MOMENT and everyone knows it and everyone sees it SLAYYYY AND KEEP SLAYING MY LOVE! LIVE UR HAPPY LIFE WITH UR LOVER AND BEST FRIENDS AND EVERYONE U LOVE U DESERVE NOTHING LESS💗

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The picture of Sirius Black

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Prompt 2 - The Room of Requirement

@wolfstarmicrofic November 2, word count 483

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“You would do well to remember your place, Sirius,” Walburga said sternly before she strode from the Great Hall. Sirius ignored her and kept stroking Remus’s fur, willing him to wake. 

“Please forgive me, Remus. I am so sorry,” Tears spilt from his eyes for the second time that day. He hadn’t realised how much Remus had come to mean to him. If only he hadn’t hung around after he'd struck their deal, but Remus had been like no other soul he’d met. His bargain had been for selfless reasons, unlike most of his clientele.

“Sirius, Sirius, I found a loophole!” Regulus came racing into the Great Hall. 

“It’s too late, she already got to him,” Sirius said sadly, looking up from the beast on the floor. Regulus gasped. 

“She turned him into a Grim?” Regulus said, taking a step backwards. 

“What was the loophole?” Sirius asked, it didn’t matter, but he’d like to know just the same. 

“The contract says the 31st of October, but it doesn’t specify which 31st of October,”

“But it’s always been the first Samhain after a deal is made. That’s the way it’s always been.” Sirius stopped petting Remus's fur and gave his undivided attention to his brother.

“No, that’s the way our family does it, but it’s not actually in the contract that it has to be the first one after the deal is made,” Regulus told him, getting excited by the stream of information he was giving. 

“Is there any hope? Can I get him back?” Sirius felt a spark of hope igniting inside him. Just maybe he could fix things. 

“Maybe you should go to the Room of Requirement and see if Dorcas has any insight on the matter,” Regulus suggested. 

“I can’t just leave him here,” Sirius said, looking back down at Remus. 

A large yellow eye stared back at him, contracting as it focused on him. His ears moved, pinning back on his head, his hackles rose, and he bared his teeth. “Remus,” He whispered. The Grim growled at him and jumped to his feet in one fluid movement. “Reggie, get out of here,” Sirius ordered, placing himself between Remus and his brother. 

“Sirius, come on, he’s dangerous,” Regulus called out to him as he backed towards the doors. “Just leave him,” Sirius looked sadly at the feral beast before him. 

“I can’t. I love him,” The Grim blinked, and the yellow eyes turned to a more familiar honey. “Remus,” He breathed, and the Grim bowed his head. 

Sirius raced forward and hugged Remus around the neck. “I’m so sorry; I’m going to fix this, I swear. I’m so sorry, Remus,” He buried his face in Remus’s soft fur and felt Remus’s giant head press into him as he hugged him back. They’d figure it out together. 

“Lucifer, you’re fucked,” Regulus scoffed as he left them to it. Sirius didn't even notice. 

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lvl 26 -> lvl 27