Sirius Orion Black

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

"People stared at the makeup on his face. Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace. The boy in the bright blue jeans"

David Bowie (Lady Stardust)

Sexuality: Bi

Pronouns: He/him

House: Gryffindor

Blood status: Pureblood Marauder

If you don't know me already, I'm one of the cooler people you'll meet. I play guitar, pull pranks, win Quidditch, and rock out (Love you Bowie + Zeppelin)

People I know:

@whyarentyoustudying

My husband, Moony. He's lovely, and if you disagree, I disagree with your existence

@heir-to-the-house-of-black

Love ya Reg. My favorite grumpy Black

@the-greatest-stag-man

Twin

@frolickinginthemeadowes

My fav lesbians fav lesbian

@the-officalbartycrouch-jr

Literally a ray of sunshine, aren't you little bartykins

@evan--rosier

Icon. Arse.

@marlene-fucking-mckinnon

Lesbian me

@the-og-lily-evans

Fav ginger, keep up your Evans-ing

@pete-loves-jelly-beans

@pretty-little-mary

What would we do without you (let me steal your clothes)

@the-pandorarosier

@snifellus

Greasy arsehole

OOC: My main blog is @starman-01 , this is an RP blog part of the community the-real-marauders-rp

I had to rewrite this cause I lost the original post 😭

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Hey babe, welcome to the party.

The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.

Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?

Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @dog-in-a-leather-jacket @pete-loves-jelly-beans @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.

Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.

He groans. Yep. Should've stayed in his dorm.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius is officially water's number one fan.

Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.

Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...

Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus groans when he sees Sirius drunk--and yes, he can recognize Sirius drunk. But Sirius remains on the dance floor, and his fucking boyf--his friend isn't doing anything to get him off, and Regulus just knows that Sirius will get himself killed drunk off his ass on a dance floor filled with Slytherins.

So Reggie snatches Sirius, snarls at his friend, and practically shoves Sirius into a wall as they reach a more deserted area. "You need to get out," Regulus growls.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius stares into Regulus' stern eyes. How he got pinned against a wall, he's not quite sure, but one second he's dancing and the next, here he is.

"Hiyaaa Reg," he mildly slurs as he speaks but attempts a smirk. "You enjoying the party? I hear there's a load of fit Hufflepuff girls, if that's what you're looking for. "

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“Shut the fuck up,” Regulus snarls, because even despite Sirius’… friendship, that has to be a dig.

Fit Hufflepuff girls. Screw him. Reggie’s sure he must have heard, must be trying to mess with him.

But he shakes his head and forges on. “You’re drunk. Leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

"Was just starting some friendly conversation, mate, don't be an arse. Also, I'll have you know I've never been more sober, " Sirius sings, jabbing a finger into Regulus' chest.

"Come dance with the Maraudersss, little brother, dance with me"

A blue light shines across Regulus' face. For a second, he looks five again. He looks like the boy who used to sit under chestnut trees and listen to Sirius tell stories of the world away from home. To the boy who would look a Sirius with awe.

Without thinking, Sirius reaches up to touch Reg's face. The light moves, and the illusion is gone.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus is absolutely furious. Can't Sirius see that he's trying to help?

But Merlin, he can understand that woman from Muggle mythology--Eva, was it? The woman who bit the pear. Because for one terrifying moment, he wants to take Sirius' offer. Be his brother again. Meet this James fellow with the dark curly hair and dark beautiful eyes.

But then light streaks across Sirius' face, and Sirius' hand is on Regulus' face, and he thinks he might start crying, and Regulus cannot start crying here.

"Don't touch me," Regulus hisses, but his voice cracks and there might've been something in that drink, and oh fucking Merlin he's crying.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Fuck. Reg is crying. His icy eyes have begun to thaw. Somehow, his gaze remains stern through light sniffs.

Why was Regulus upset again? Sirius wonders. He wants to apologize for something, to make Reg feel better, but his brain is currently not being helpful.

"You like Pink Floyd any?"

Regulus' brow furrows. Waiting For The Worms has begun to play. Sirius prays the distraction will save him.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“What the fuck is Pink Floyd?” Regulus asks between shaky breaths.

But he will admit it’s slightly distracting from the humiliation of freaking out mid-party. Maybe that’s intentional.

Knowing Sirius, probably.

And the thought just makes another bloody tear spill over.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Another tear falls down Regulus' cheek, and Sirius rushes to use any leverage he has to fix the conversation.

"Uh, Pink Floyd is only one of the best bands out there," Sirius announces. A slight from has joined Regulus' tears.

Please don't keep crying, Sirius begs silently.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus buries his face in his hands, in part to hide it. “Muggle, I’m guessing?” he manages.

Muggle. God. Sirius is meant to be a good Pureblood, marry a good Pureblood girl, continue the bloodline. He’d never shown any interest in any of that.

And now it’s Regulus’ problem. Suspiciously eternal bachelors are eyebrow-raising even when they aren’t heirs, but when they are heirs… he is a disgrace. This party is only serving to prove it.

“I should leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Over Regulus' shoulder, Sirius catches sight of a pretty boy with messy hair and an old ripped tee shirt swaying.

"The party's only started Reg, come have fun," Sirius grinned. He grabs his brother's tense wrist and pushes through the sweaty crowd to the pretty boy.

Ooc: The Reg xenophobia 🥹

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus splutters as he’s pulled along in Sirius’ eternal mad dash for things he shouldn’t have. “Where—what—”

ooc: xenophobia??? Where?!

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

There he is.

Sirius lights up giddily at the glowing boy who has turned to smile at him. A curl falls across his forehead, plastered to his face.

Ooc: My sweet angel darling Reg just being pulled along <3. also sorry this took 25 days.... Also it's 3am so this may very well be shit

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus yanks him back once he realizes the target. “No, Sirius,” he hisses. “You can’t — you shouldn’t—”

He cuts himself off, near-helpless. “I won’t let you.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius doesn't know what Regulus' problem is. What's so wrong about wanting to see his Remus. What's so wrong about wanting to have fun with his best friend and brother.

But instead of asking these daunting questions, all Sirius chokes out is "What the heck!" As Regulus tugs him further away from his destination.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Hey babe, welcome to the party.

The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.

Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?

Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @dog-in-a-leather-jacket @pete-loves-jelly-beans @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.

Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.

He groans. Yep. Should've stayed in his dorm.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius is officially water's number one fan.

Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.

Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...

Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus groans when he sees Sirius drunk--and yes, he can recognize Sirius drunk. But Sirius remains on the dance floor, and his fucking boyf--his friend isn't doing anything to get him off, and Regulus just knows that Sirius will get himself killed drunk off his ass on a dance floor filled with Slytherins.

So Reggie snatches Sirius, snarls at his friend, and practically shoves Sirius into a wall as they reach a more deserted area. "You need to get out," Regulus growls.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius stares into Regulus' stern eyes. How he got pinned against a wall, he's not quite sure, but one second he's dancing and the next, here he is.

"Hiyaaa Reg," he mildly slurs as he speaks but attempts a smirk. "You enjoying the party? I hear there's a load of fit Hufflepuff girls, if that's what you're looking for. "

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“Shut the fuck up,” Regulus snarls, because even despite Sirius’… friendship, that has to be a dig.

Fit Hufflepuff girls. Screw him. Reggie’s sure he must have heard, must be trying to mess with him.

But he shakes his head and forges on. “You’re drunk. Leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

"Was just starting some friendly conversation, mate, don't be an arse. Also, I'll have you know I've never been more sober, " Sirius sings, jabbing a finger into Regulus' chest.

"Come dance with the Maraudersss, little brother, dance with me"

A blue light shines across Regulus' face. For a second, he looks five again. He looks like the boy who used to sit under chestnut trees and listen to Sirius tell stories of the world away from home. To the boy who would look a Sirius with awe.

Without thinking, Sirius reaches up to touch Reg's face. The light moves, and the illusion is gone.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus is absolutely furious. Can't Sirius see that he's trying to help?

But Merlin, he can understand that woman from Muggle mythology--Eva, was it? The woman who bit the pear. Because for one terrifying moment, he wants to take Sirius' offer. Be his brother again. Meet this James fellow with the dark curly hair and dark beautiful eyes.

But then light streaks across Sirius' face, and Sirius' hand is on Regulus' face, and he thinks he might start crying, and Regulus cannot start crying here.

"Don't touch me," Regulus hisses, but his voice cracks and there might've been something in that drink, and oh fucking Merlin he's crying.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Fuck. Reg is crying. His icy eyes have begun to thaw. Somehow, his gaze remains stern through light sniffs.

Why was Regulus upset again? Sirius wonders. He wants to apologize for something, to make Reg feel better, but his brain is currently not being helpful.

"You like Pink Floyd any?"

Regulus' brow furrows. Waiting For The Worms has begun to play. Sirius prays the distraction will save him.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“What the fuck is Pink Floyd?” Regulus asks between shaky breaths.

But he will admit it’s slightly distracting from the humiliation of freaking out mid-party. Maybe that’s intentional.

Knowing Sirius, probably.

And the thought just makes another bloody tear spill over.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Another tear falls down Regulus' cheek, and Sirius rushes to use any leverage he has to fix the conversation.

"Uh, Pink Floyd is only one of the best bands out there," Sirius announces. A slight from has joined Regulus' tears.

Please don't keep crying, Sirius begs silently.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus buries his face in his hands, in part to hide it. “Muggle, I’m guessing?” he manages.

Muggle. God. Sirius is meant to be a good Pureblood, marry a good Pureblood girl, continue the bloodline. He’d never shown any interest in any of that.

And now it’s Regulus’ problem. Suspiciously eternal bachelors are eyebrow-raising even when they aren’t heirs, but when they are heirs… he is a disgrace. This party is only serving to prove it.

“I should leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Over Regulus' shoulder, Sirius catches sight of a pretty boy with messy hair and an old ripped tee shirt swaying.

"The party's only started Reg, come have fun," Sirius grinned. He grabs his brother's tense wrist and pushes through the sweaty crowd to the pretty boy.

Ooc: The Reg xenophobia 🥹

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus splutters as he’s pulled along in Sirius’ eternal mad dash for things he shouldn’t have. “Where—what—”

ooc: xenophobia??? Where?!

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

There he is.

Sirius lights up giddily at the glowing boy who has turned to smile at him. A curl falls across his forehead, plastered to his face.

Ooc: My sweet angel darling Reg just being pulled along <3. also sorry this took 25 days.... Also it's 3am so this may very well be shit

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Hey babe, welcome to the party.

The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.

Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?

Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @dog-in-a-leather-jacket @pete-loves-jelly-beans @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.

Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.

He groans. Yep. Should've stayed in his dorm.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius is officially water's number one fan.

Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.

Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...

Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus groans when he sees Sirius drunk--and yes, he can recognize Sirius drunk. But Sirius remains on the dance floor, and his fucking boyf--his friend isn't doing anything to get him off, and Regulus just knows that Sirius will get himself killed drunk off his ass on a dance floor filled with Slytherins.

So Reggie snatches Sirius, snarls at his friend, and practically shoves Sirius into a wall as they reach a more deserted area. "You need to get out," Regulus growls.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius stares into Regulus' stern eyes. How he got pinned against a wall, he's not quite sure, but one second he's dancing and the next, here he is.

"Hiyaaa Reg," he mildly slurs as he speaks but attempts a smirk. "You enjoying the party? I hear there's a load of fit Hufflepuff girls, if that's what you're looking for. "

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“Shut the fuck up,” Regulus snarls, because even despite Sirius’… friendship, that has to be a dig.

Fit Hufflepuff girls. Screw him. Reggie’s sure he must have heard, must be trying to mess with him.

But he shakes his head and forges on. “You’re drunk. Leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

"Was just starting some friendly conversation, mate, don't be an arse. Also, I'll have you know I've never been more sober, " Sirius sings, jabbing a finger into Regulus' chest.

"Come dance with the Maraudersss, little brother, dance with me"

A blue light shines across Regulus' face. For a second, he looks five again. He looks like the boy who used to sit under chestnut trees and listen to Sirius tell stories of the world away from home. To the boy who would look a Sirius with awe.

Without thinking, Sirius reaches up to touch Reg's face. The light moves, and the illusion is gone.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus is absolutely furious. Can't Sirius see that he's trying to help?

But Merlin, he can understand that woman from Muggle mythology--Eva, was it? The woman who bit the pear. Because for one terrifying moment, he wants to take Sirius' offer. Be his brother again. Meet this James fellow with the dark curly hair and dark beautiful eyes.

But then light streaks across Sirius' face, and Sirius' hand is on Regulus' face, and he thinks he might start crying, and Regulus cannot start crying here.

"Don't touch me," Regulus hisses, but his voice cracks and there might've been something in that drink, and oh fucking Merlin he's crying.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Fuck. Reg is crying. His icy eyes have begun to thaw. Somehow, his gaze remains stern through light sniffs.

Why was Regulus upset again? Sirius wonders. He wants to apologize for something, to make Reg feel better, but his brain is currently not being helpful.

"You like Pink Floyd any?"

Regulus' brow furrows. Waiting For The Worms has begun to play. Sirius prays the distraction will save him.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“What the fuck is Pink Floyd?” Regulus asks between shaky breaths.

But he will admit it’s slightly distracting from the humiliation of freaking out mid-party. Maybe that’s intentional.

Knowing Sirius, probably.

And the thought just makes another bloody tear spill over.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Another tear falls down Regulus' cheek, and Sirius rushes to use any leverage he has to fix the conversation.

"Uh, Pink Floyd is only one of the best bands out there," Sirius announces. A slight from has joined Regulus' tears.

Please don't keep crying, Sirius begs silently.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus buries his face in his hands, in part to hide it. “Muggle, I’m guessing?” he manages.

Muggle. God. Sirius is meant to be a good Pureblood, marry a good Pureblood girl, continue the bloodline. He’d never shown any interest in any of that.

And now it’s Regulus’ problem. Suspiciously eternal bachelors are eyebrow-raising even when they aren’t heirs, but when they are heirs… he is a disgrace. This party is only serving to prove it.

“I should leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Over Regulus' shoulder, Sirius catches sight of a pretty boy with messy hair and an old ripped tee shirt swaying.

"The party's only started Reg, come have fun," Sirius grinned. He grabs his brother's tense wrist and pushes through the sweaty crowd to the pretty boy.

Ooc: The Reg xenophobia 🥹

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Hey babe, welcome to the party.

The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.

Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?

Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @dog-in-a-leather-jacket @pete-loves-jelly-beans @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.

Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.

He groans. Yep. Should've stayed in his dorm.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius is officially water's number one fan.

Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.

Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...

Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus groans when he sees Sirius drunk--and yes, he can recognize Sirius drunk. But Sirius remains on the dance floor, and his fucking boyf--his friend isn't doing anything to get him off, and Regulus just knows that Sirius will get himself killed drunk off his ass on a dance floor filled with Slytherins.

So Reggie snatches Sirius, snarls at his friend, and practically shoves Sirius into a wall as they reach a more deserted area. "You need to get out," Regulus growls.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius stares into Regulus' stern eyes. How he got pinned against a wall, he's not quite sure, but one second he's dancing and the next, here he is.

"Hiyaaa Reg," he mildly slurs as he speaks but attempts a smirk. "You enjoying the party? I hear there's a load of fit Hufflepuff girls, if that's what you're looking for. "

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“Shut the fuck up,” Regulus snarls, because even despite Sirius’… friendship, that has to be a dig.

Fit Hufflepuff girls. Screw him. Reggie’s sure he must have heard, must be trying to mess with him.

But he shakes his head and forges on. “You’re drunk. Leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

"Was just starting some friendly conversation, mate, don't be an arse. Also, I'll have you know I've never been more sober, " Sirius sings, jabbing a finger into Regulus' chest.

"Come dance with the Maraudersss, little brother, dance with me"

A blue light shines across Regulus' face. For a second, he looks five again. He looks like the boy who used to sit under chestnut trees and listen to Sirius tell stories of the world away from home. To the boy who would look a Sirius with awe.

Without thinking, Sirius reaches up to touch Reg's face. The light moves, and the illusion is gone.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus is absolutely furious. Can't Sirius see that he's trying to help?

But Merlin, he can understand that woman from Muggle mythology--Eva, was it? The woman who bit the pear. Because for one terrifying moment, he wants to take Sirius' offer. Be his brother again. Meet this James fellow with the dark curly hair and dark beautiful eyes.

But then light streaks across Sirius' face, and Sirius' hand is on Regulus' face, and he thinks he might start crying, and Regulus cannot start crying here.

"Don't touch me," Regulus hisses, but his voice cracks and there might've been something in that drink, and oh fucking Merlin he's crying.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Fuck. Reg is crying. His icy eyes have begun to thaw. Somehow, his gaze remains stern through light sniffs.

Why was Regulus upset again? Sirius wonders. He wants to apologize for something, to make Reg feel better, but his brain is currently not being helpful.

"You like Pink Floyd any?"

Regulus' brow furrows. Waiting For The Worms has begun to play. Sirius prays the distraction will save him.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“What the fuck is Pink Floyd?” Regulus asks between shaky breaths.

But he will admit it’s slightly distracting from the humiliation of freaking out mid-party. Maybe that’s intentional.

Knowing Sirius, probably.

And the thought just makes another bloody tear spill over.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Another tear falls down Regulus' cheek, and Sirius rushes to use any leverage he has to fix the conversation.

"Uh, Pink Floyd is only one of the best bands out there," Sirius announces. A slight from has joined Regulus' tears.

Please don't keep crying, Sirius begs silently.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Hey babe, welcome to the party.

The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.

Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?

Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @dog-in-a-leather-jacket @pete-loves-jelly-beans @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.

Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.

He groans. Yep. Should've stayed in his dorm.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius is officially water's number one fan.

Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.

Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...

Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus groans when he sees Sirius drunk--and yes, he can recognize Sirius drunk. But Sirius remains on the dance floor, and his fucking boyf--his friend isn't doing anything to get him off, and Regulus just knows that Sirius will get himself killed drunk off his ass on a dance floor filled with Slytherins.

So Reggie snatches Sirius, snarls at his friend, and practically shoves Sirius into a wall as they reach a more deserted area. "You need to get out," Regulus growls.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius stares into Regulus' stern eyes. How he got pinned against a wall, he's not quite sure, but one second he's dancing and the next, here he is.

"Hiyaaa Reg," he mildly slurs as he speaks but attempts a smirk. "You enjoying the party? I hear there's a load of fit Hufflepuff girls, if that's what you're looking for. "

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“Shut the fuck up,” Regulus snarls, because even despite Sirius’… friendship, that has to be a dig.

Fit Hufflepuff girls. Screw him. Reggie’s sure he must have heard, must be trying to mess with him.

But he shakes his head and forges on. “You’re drunk. Leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

"Was just starting some friendly conversation, mate, don't be an arse. Also, I'll have you know I've never been more sober, " Sirius sings, jabbing a finger into Regulus' chest.

"Come dance with the Maraudersss, little brother, dance with me"

A blue light shines across Regulus' face. For a second, he looks five again. He looks like the boy who used to sit under chestnut trees and listen to Sirius tell stories of the world away from home. To the boy who would look a Sirius with awe.

Without thinking, Sirius reaches up to touch Reg's face. The light moves, and the illusion is gone.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus is absolutely furious. Can't Sirius see that he's trying to help?

But Merlin, he can understand that woman from Muggle mythology--Eva, was it? The woman who bit the pear. Because for one terrifying moment, he wants to take Sirius' offer. Be his brother again. Meet this James fellow with the dark curly hair and dark beautiful eyes.

But then light streaks across Sirius' face, and Sirius' hand is on Regulus' face, and he thinks he might start crying, and Regulus cannot start crying here.

"Don't touch me," Regulus hisses, but his voice cracks and there might've been something in that drink, and oh fucking Merlin he's crying.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Fuck. Reg is crying. His icy eyes have begun to thaw. Somehow, his gaze remains stern through light sniffs.

Why was Regulus upset again? Sirius wonders. He wants to apologize for something, to make Reg feel better, but his brain is currently not being helpful.

"You like Pink Floyd any?"

Regulus' brow furrows. Waiting For The Worms has begun to play. Sirius prays the distraction will save him.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Hey babe, welcome to the party.

The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.

Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?

Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @dog-in-a-leather-jacket @pete-loves-jelly-beans @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.

Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.

He groans. Yep. Should've stayed in his dorm.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius is officially water's number one fan.

Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.

Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...

Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus groans when he sees Sirius drunk--and yes, he can recognize Sirius drunk. But Sirius remains on the dance floor, and his fucking boyf--his friend isn't doing anything to get him off, and Regulus just knows that Sirius will get himself killed drunk off his ass on a dance floor filled with Slytherins.

So Reggie snatches Sirius, snarls at his friend, and practically shoves Sirius into a wall as they reach a more deserted area. "You need to get out," Regulus growls.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius stares into Regulus' stern eyes. How he got pinned against a wall, he's not quite sure, but one second he's dancing and the next, here he is.

"Hiyaaa Reg," he mildly slurs as he speaks but attempts a smirk. "You enjoying the party? I hear there's a load of fit Hufflepuff girls, if that's what you're looking for. "

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

“Shut the fuck up,” Regulus snarls, because even despite Sirius’… friendship, that has to be a dig.

Fit Hufflepuff girls. Screw him. Reggie’s sure he must have heard, must be trying to mess with him.

But he shakes his head and forges on. “You’re drunk. Leave.”

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

"Was just starting some friendly conversation, mate, don't be an arse. Also, I'll have you know I've never been more sober, " Sirius sings, jabbing a finger into Regulus' chest.

"Come dance with the Maraudersss, little brother, dance with me"

A blue light shines across Regulus' face. For a second, he looks five again. He looks like the boy who used to sit under chestnut trees and listen to Sirius tell stories of the world away from home. To the boy who would look a Sirius with awe.

Without thinking, Sirius reaches up to touch Reg's face. The light moves, and the illusion is gone.

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Hey babe, welcome to the party.

The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.

Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?

Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @dog-in-a-leather-jacket @pete-loves-jelly-beans @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.

Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.

He groans. Yep. Should've stayed in his dorm.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius is officially water's number one fan.

Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.

Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...

Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus groans when he sees Sirius drunk--and yes, he can recognize Sirius drunk. But Sirius remains on the dance floor, and his fucking boyf--his friend isn't doing anything to get him off, and Regulus just knows that Sirius will get himself killed drunk off his ass on a dance floor filled with Slytherins.

So Reggie snatches Sirius, snarls at his friend, and practically shoves Sirius into a wall as they reach a more deserted area. "You need to get out," Regulus growls.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius stares into Regulus' stern eyes. How he got pinned against a wall, he's not quite sure, but one second he's dancing and the next, here he is.

"Hiyaaa Reg," he mildly slurs as he speaks but attempts a smirk. "You enjoying the party? I hear there's a load of fit Hufflepuff girls, if that's what you're looking for. "

[pete-loves-jelly-beans]

Did you guys know that like frogs absorb water through their skin?? Sick, right??

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

What do you think would happen if they like absorbed vodka

[pete-loves-jelly-beans]

Die Sirius they'd die

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Awww, so no drunk froggys?

[pete-loves-jelly-beans]

Did you guys know that like frogs absorb water through their skin?? Sick, right??

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

What do you think would happen if they like absorbed vodka

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Hey babe, welcome to the party.

The only thing in your ears is music. The smell of food and potions of unknown origin are everywhere. Paper cups are pushed into peoples' hand, and the crowd is on fire.

Everyone knows a war is around the corner. But tonight? No, tonight is for forgetting your problems and dancing. You don't even need an invite--the neutral Hufflepuffs just want to be friends with everyone, don't they?

Well, good luck to them--in this chaos, something's got to snap.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @dog-in-a-leather-jacket @pete-loves-jelly-beans @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Regulus slumps against the wall, surveying the scene. Sirius is here--his moronic friends in tow as well, because of course. He almost wonders if he would have even come had he known the attendees. But alas.

Regulus takes a sip of his punch cup and immediately spits it out. Is that potion mixed in? "What's in this?" he yells at a Hufflepuff over the music, who shrugs, cackles, and runs into the crowd.

He groans. Yep. Should've stayed in his dorm.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Sirius is officially water's number one fan.

Thirty minutes in, and five shots in, the plain liquid becomes something comparable to holy water, and Sirius is the fucking Pope. In the back of his mind, Sirius considers vaguely that maybe chugging a liter worth of water before dancing in the sweaty crowd may not be a good idea, but hey, the Pope can do what he bloody wants.

Somewhere next to him, he feels a warm body moving against him. Remus. He thinks absent mindedly.

Ooh, let me feel your heartbeat (grow faster, faster)...

Sirius will make Queen the new official hymn writers for the Catholic church.

@the-og-lily-evans @the-greatest-stag-man @whyarentyoustudying @fairest--of--them-all @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @heir-to-the-house-of-black @evan-a-rosier

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

I hate when people say like "fear me" and shit in their bios like bitch if you HAVE to say fear me to get me to fear you then you're not feary enough to be feared

@the-officalbartycrouch-jr

[the-officalbartycrouch-jr]

passive aggressive, much?

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Just stating my opinions, mate, I got freedom of speech. This is the UK

*sigh* conservatives these days, amirite

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

I found this and OMG it's literally @heir-to-the-house-of-black

[heir-to-the-house-of-black]

Watch it. I'm not the disgruntled lion here.

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

Always you with the big words Reg

He's literally you, I dunno how you can deny it

Back me up @whyarentyoustudying

[the-officalbartycrouch-jr]

𝔅𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔶 ℭ𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔍𝔯

Hello men, women, gays, guys, gals, fuckers, bitches, and everyone in between. I’m Barty Crouch Jr. if you’re expecting anyone similar to my father, get out. Fuck off.

Sexuality: Gay asf

Pronouns: he/him

House: slytherin

Likes: my friends, smoking (preferably with friends), Rosier, Reg, neon green, bleach

Dislikes: bigots, daddy dearest, assholes, being alone

(rps im in):

People I know and (for some reason) acquaint myself with

(Lost memories AU)

Who? : played by @unnecessaryheadache /

Plz get Slughorn to stop assigning us hw forever (ur his fav student 🥺🙏🏼) : @larapluma /

Hooligan : @reggblkk /

My bitch : @whatonearthisgoingon / @sirius-orion-black-the-third

That one guy who really likes bread for some reason : @mikeywaysbass / @peter-francis-pettigrew

Absolutely terrifying : @luauw0511 /

The only smart Gryffindor : @werewolfadmirer / @the-real-ms-evans

My bitch’s badass cousin : @butyoureastarr /

Don’t know her too well : @mochamoony /

My bestie for lifeeeee : @mushiegremlin / @evieisthebest

Vain little fucker : @thelesbiannextdoor /

The more sensible Black brother (aka my pookie af) : played by @blitzstoneshouldbecanon /

CASS!! Aka the only one whose fashion style is actually good (like lowkey let me snatch your wardrobe) : @hey-look-at-the-stars /

(marauders rp)

@evan--rosier - hot blond 🖤💚

@heir-to-the-house-of-black - Reggie my dearest pookie 🖤

@the-official-padfoot - Reggie’s moron brother (fear me: I am more punk rock)

@whyarentyoustudying - the respectable gryffindor

@marlene-fucking-mckinnon - the worthy gryffindor 👏

This is an rp blog. If you don’t like it politely (or not so politely) fuck off.

Main blog: @moonyscribe

Contact @starman-01 for information

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT MORE PUNK ROCK

I AM THE PUNKEST AND ROCKIEST OF ALL PUNK ROCKS

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

I found this and OMG it's literally @heir-to-the-house-of-black

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

I hate when people say like "fear me" and shit in their bios like bitch if you HAVE to say fear me to get me to fear you then you're not feary enough to be feared

@the-officalbartycrouch-jr

[rudamaruda520]

Regulus: I get a feeling that the two of you will get along really well! *immediately leaves*

*Sirius and Barty sitting in visibly uncomfortable silence for a long while*

Sirius: Quidditch?

Barty: Nah...

Barty: Serial killers?

Sirius: Not really...

Sirius: Motorcycles?

Barty: Maybe...

Barty: um... mommy issues?

Sirius: Kinda?!

Sirius: hmm... pretending to be straight but actually very much gay and in love with a grumpy best friend?

Barty: Omg! We'll really get along well!

[evan-a-rosier]

this is how it all started, huh.

@sirius-o-black @heir-to-the-house-of-black @the-officalbartycrouch-jr @the-official-padfoot @my-fathers-worst-creation

[dog-in-a-leather-jacket]

....potentially