#orionisms: prince

[orionisms]

fathers (theodore and prince) and son (pyrhus)

[moonstruckme]

Using this request again: I am once again asking for Prince!Sirius, perhaps a tryst in the royal gardens? A stolen kiss while practicing a waltz? An eventful evening at the opera for the “engaged” couple? A midnight motorbike ride throughout the city, away from the palace guards? Sneaking out in the night to see each other?

Thanks for the double inspo babe ;)

cw: hint at abusive dynamic between Walburga and Sirius, arranged marriage

prince!Sirius x princess!reader ♡ 1.8k words

Sirius has grown really terribly fond of you. It’s been happening for a while. First you were a curiosity, then an amusement, and then somewhere along the way he came to care for you more than he should likely admit. 

You’re resplendent in the glow of the lights from the opera house stage, warm yellow kissing the curves of your face and reflecting in your pupils. Your gown spills half out of your chair and into Sirius’ lap, gentle blue like the twilight sky. It looks lovely on you. When you sat down, the skirt poofed out in front of you and you shot Sirius a look like are you seeing this?

Being seated next to you is, he has learned, a privilege of betrothal. Your engagement happened overnight, swift and unromantic. Sirius had simply woken up yesterday morning to be informed by his mother that he was to be married, presumably around the same time that a courtier or your grandmother was delivering the news to you. It was a bit surprising, though Sirius reminds himself continually that this is a part of the plan you and he made together all those weeks ago; it is possible, however, that in Sirius’ fanciful imaginings of how he might one day ask someone to spend the rest of their life with him, it did not involve his mother listing it off like one of the day’s appointments as she vengefully drew back his curtains. 

Your engagement was announced to the press by later that day. Tonight marks your first outing as a betrothed couple, the opera chosen specifically for its visibility and silent nature; you’re to be photographed, but not to chat to the press. Every now and again, Sirius will catch you rolling your shoulders like you’re being conscious of your posture. 

You lean close to him. “Can you understand what they’re saying?” you murmur. “It’s so slow.” 

Sirius has to cover his snicker by pretending he’s clearing his throat. “No, babe. It’s Italian, I can’t understand it either.” 

“Oh. Oops.” He glances over, and your expression has gone adorably sheepish. You look to be repressing a smile. “Don’t tell anyone I asked, then.” 

“Philistine.” He tugs playfully on the fabric of your skirt. “I’m leaking that to Bazaar.” 

You make a stymied giggling sound. Something flares in Sirius’ chest. “Hey, we’re engaged now. If I’m going down, I’m taking you with me.” 

Sirius grins. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, beautiful.” 

“Sirius,” his mother hisses. 

Your lips disappear inside your mouth. Sirius rolls his eyes but obeys the implicit command, going quiet again. He reaches for your hand underneath the armrest, squeezing. 

Now that your relationship is public, your families know better than to let you and Sirius slip from their sights. During intermission you’re both kept in your seats while attendants leave the box to replenish food and drink. You shift a little in your seat, smiling and nodding politely at comments about the performance. Sirius suspects the gauzy underskirts of your dress are bothering you. You rarely complain, but when prompted Sirius can usually coax you into admitting some discomfort or another. You seem never to get used to the threads and trimmings of royalty. He’d pay a handsome fortune to see what you used to wear in your day-to-day life. Occasionally seeing you in your sleep clothes is treat enough; if he let his mind roam free, Sirius might indulge in fantasies of cutoff shorts, sweaters with threads pulled loose by age, thrift store sundresses and grass-stained trainers. 

You tap Sirius’ hand meaningfully before asking your grandmother to point you toward the facilities. The lights are down again, the press gone back to the foyer, so you’re waved off with no courtiers to follow you. Sirius waits a few minutes before saying he needs them as well. His mother snatches his wrist as he stands, but he’s made his announcement just loudly enough to be overheard; she can’t avoid letting him leave, though she makes sure to pin him with a baleful stare as he does. 

He finds you in a sitting area nowhere near the facilities, leaning against a wall with your lip caught between your teeth. You free it when you see Sirius, pushing off the wall to come towards him. 

“Hi,” you sigh, hugging him. 

Sirius enfolds you in turn. “Hi,” he says back, strangely breathless. It’s not unheard of for you to touch him, but to put your arms around him so unthinkingly, like you’ve been waiting all day to do it…Sirius wouldn’t have guessed such a gentle motion could knock the air out of him so entirely. He’d happily never breathe again. 

“Are you alright?” he asks. 

“Yeah. Sorry.” Your hold tightens on his shoulders for a moment before you let go. “It’s just a lot.” 

“Is your skirt irritating you?” He grins. You mirror it, and Sirius watches with approval as some of the tension in your posture uncoils. 

“How’d you know?” you ask, something soft and almost coquettish in your tone.

“You’ve been squirming like someone let a colony of ants loose under there.” 

Your face becomes serious. “Really?” 

“No. You’re the picture of poise and good manners, I just have an eye for itchy formal wear. Stop worrying, sweetheart; the camera loves you.” 

“My grandmother said someone released a picture of me last week where I looked like a hunched-over tortoise.” 

“Well, your grandmother—and I say this at risk of a war between our nations—is a dunce.” 

There it is again. Laughter like fireworks popping in Sirius’ chest, hidden regrettably behind a raised hand. Your eyes are all impish delight. 

“You’re awful.” 

“You’re not a tortoise. It would be the flattery of a tortoise’s life to be compared to you.” 

“Isn’t it just…” You shake your head, expression unguarded in that way Sirius loves to think only happens around him. “Don’t you find all this engagement stuff a bit much?” 

He feels himself frown. “You’re upset about the engagement?” 

“Aren’t you?” 

“I thought,” Sirius says, somewhat offended though endeavoring not to be, “this was what we wanted.” 

“No, I know.” You blow out a breath. “I know. I just wasn’t expecting it to happen this fast, I suppose. Have they started talking to you about venues for the wedding yet?” 

Sirius lifts a brow. “No. Those sorts of decisions typically go through my mother, not me.” 

“Well, they’ve been talking to me about it.” You begin pacing, the layers of your dress swishing with every step. Sirius finds himself watching your restless hands. “Apparently, every member of my family has gotten married in the same church, but every member of your family has gotten married in a different church, and it’s only recently been brought to everyone’s attention that the members of both churches have been involved in some suspicious activities over the years. So now our advisors want to pick a new location, but your family wants to stick to tradition.” 

“Rather predictable of us,” Sirius owns.

“I’ve already had people asking me about floral color schemes. I don’t even recognize half the words they threw at me there.” You go by him once, twice, three times, your pace quickening with what Sirius presumes is the quickening of your heartbeat. “They want me to get allergy tested to be sure I won’t cause some sort of unexpected scene because of anything they serve at the reception. And—oh, I don’t know if you know, but we’re meant to taste cakes on Tuesday.” 

“That sounds fun,” Sirius says. “I rather hope I’m invited to that one, actually.” 

“It’s—yeah, that one does sound fun,” you allow, steps faltering slightly. “If we could just taste cakes, there really wouldn’t be any problem, but it’s not just that, you know? I’m supposed to start looking for a wedding dress soon.” 

“Alright. Hey.” Sirius catches your arm before you can pass him by again. You stop, looking down as though surprised to see his fingers denting gently into the crook of your elbow. He doesn’t let go. “Sweetheart, we can call it off. Okay? It’s alright.” 

You look confused. “Call off what, the engagement?” 

He nods. “We were never going to see it all the way through, right? We can end it whenever you like. Right now, if you want.” 

“I…” Your eyes move over his face. Sirius looks right back at you. “I don’t want that.” 

It’s absurd, the relief that washes through him. Sirius has a horrible feeling that he is setting himself up to be so, so heartsick. 

“No?” he asks, just to be sure. 

You shake your head. “I’m just…I’ll get used to it.” Your fingers find the end of his tie, toying with the silky material. “What about you? How are you doing with it all?” 

Sirius smiles. “There are worse fates than to be betrothed to a beautiful girl.” 

You get that look you do whenever he compliments you. Gaze fleeing his, lips curving bashfully, like they’re not sure if they’re allowed. “You don’t need to flirt with me,” you say. “We’re alone.” 

“Oh, but I love flirting with you,” he confesses. “Would you really deny me one of my scant joys in life?” 

Your eyes flick up to his, mirthful. “Your scant joys? The palace staff had out-of-season oranges sent from Brazil last week because you wanted an orange cake.” 

Sirius shrugs. 

“I’m just saying. There’s no one around to hear it.” 

“Lovely, I’ve been flirting with you since the moment we met.” He sweeps his thumb over the back of your arm, partly to tease you and partly just because he wants to. He pretends not to feel the goosebumps that rise from the action. “I’m not sure I could stop if I wanted to—or if you’d even recognize me. You might not like me without my flirting, did you ever think of that?” 

“I’d like you,” you say. Simply, unhesitatingly. 

“I suppose we’ll never know.” 

You shake your head again, your expression earnest. “I would.” 

Sirius’ heart thudders. He is suddenly, inescapably aware of the thickness of the air between you. It’s lessened in distance, somehow, heavying from your warm breaths and the heat of your bodies. His hand is still curled around your elbow. You have his tie between your fingers. Without thinking, Sirius closes the gap. 

You draw in a little breath. Your lips are soft and giving, and Sirius is terrified of you, he really is. You have his heart in the palm of your hand. 

When you don’t move after a moment, he draws back, his hand slipping down your forearm. Rejection is hot and sharp as a fire poker between his ribs.

He opens his eyes to find yours never closed. 

“I—” 

“Wait.” Your hand tightens on his tie, the other gripping his arm back. Your chin tips up, and your voice is breathless, ardent, pleading. “Sirius—” 

You push up at the same time as he pushes down, and your mouths crash together. 

[silly-sugar]

Art trade with my friend ♥♥♥

[squidinu]

my fairytale prince line-up. they all hate each other

[tricksterringmaster]

AU where my version of the Prince family lives, and Tobias isn't a jerk but is still hot-headed. After the prank families' meeting: Orion: Almost losing a half-blood isn't such big of a deal to- Tobias, pulling out a gun: Let's check if losing a pureblood's head is such a big deal.

closups:

[synergysilhouette]

Just throwing it out there: why does Disney get so much criticism for not being original when Dreamworks has made a bunch of adapted films and hasn't gotten as much criticism?

Several Dreamworks films have been based on novels, fairy tales, shows, and other well-known properties. And I'm not talking about specific content. Growing up, I always heard people saying that Dreamworks was better than Disney because Disney did nothing but adaptations (which wasn't true; that's just what they were known for). I feel like on several occasions, situations pop up where people are quick to overlook or criticize Disney while Dreamworks isn't held to the same standard. A lot of Disney's adaptations have been received positively, either from critics, fans, or both. But it's still seen as too reliant on adaptations; Dreamworks also heavily relies on them, yet is seen as superior, with no one saying "they've run out of original ideas."

Note: I'm NOT criticizing adaptating works. I'm just saying those who do pertaining to Disney seem to be biased.

[dailydccomics]

New Gods and Justice League by Nimit Malavia

[karioke13]

Anyone else think these pictures give off the same energy?

Now that I think about it the plot of Transformers One and the Prince Of Egypt do have a similar plot. Think about it! Two supposed “brothers” who used to be close but then the horrors of slavery and war unravel before them which cause the two to fall apart as one of them chooses the side of good and just while the other chooses the path of evil and corruption. No? Just me?

[uhhlifeig]

First Dance - Jan. 22nd - word count: 396 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Remus swirled the champagne in his flute nervously as he stood at the edge of an opulent ballroom. 

He did not belong there; he was only at the ball to keep an eye on King and Queen Black and report back to the Order.

“Hey,” a voice said behind him, effectively startling Remus out of his thoughts. He turned around, only to be practically nose-to-nose with the older Prince Black.

“O-oh, hello, your majesty,” Remus forced out. “Do you need anything?”

“Oh please,” he waved his hand dismissively. “No need for that. I’m no prince- I’m just Sirius. What’s your name?”

“Remus. Nice to meet you, Just Sirius,” he smirked playfully.

Sirius barked out a laugh. “Oh, you’re funny. And cute, too.” He winked at Remus, who felt himself blush.

“Well, you’re not looking too bad yourself, Sirius.” Now it was Sirius’s turn to blush, turning a pretty pale shade of pink. He fanned his face like a true noble did, Remus noted.

Then Sirius cleared his throat. “Say, Remus… can I have this dance? Everyone else here is a gold-digging prick, so…”

“Well, I don’t much know how to dance,” Remus shrugged. 

(Actually, that was a total lie. He had been coached in ballroom dances since he joined the Order for this reason exactly.)

“That’s fine,” Sirius grinned. “I can teach you.” He took Remus by the hand, gliding onto the dance floor and effortlessly blending in with the crowd of nobles.

“Here,” he said, putting Remus’s hand on his shoulder. “I’ll lead.” He guided Remus into a beautiful waltz, twirling around and around effortlessly.

Remus smiled as they slowed down and made it back over to the refreshments table. He was beginning to feel comfortable, but then Lily, disguised as a serving-girl, came up to him to refill his flute. 

“They’re on the move,” she whispered.

Remus frowned, and upon looking at a confused Sirius, he made a decision. He shot him an apologetic glance and made for the door.

“Ask for Ariana Dumbledore in the kitchens if you want to talk to me again,” Remus whispered to Sirius as he brushed past him.

He thought that Sirius hadn’t heard, but he called for Remus just a year later.

“Can you get me out of here?” he asked upon seeing Remus for the second time.

“Of course,” Remus replied. “Anything for you, Just Sirius.”

[peaky1wh0re]

I'm OBSESSED

[orionisms]

the classic tale of an elf falling in love with a human. theo loves his human husband, prince, very much btw !

also I couldn't decide which angle and dof I wanted so just did them all LMAO

[moonstruckme]

I am once again humbly requesting more Prince Sirius, especially smut💜💜💜whatever floats your boat tho, it’s always a joy to read what you write

Thank you lovely! So this was gonna be smut but then I decided to dial it back haha, hope you enjoy <3

cw: we're gonna call this PG-13—while there is no smut, there are sexual undertones, so read at your own discretion

prince!Sirius x princess!reader ♡ 763 words

Sirius’ mouth is warm and welcoming, soft where his hands are rough. He bunches his fingers in the fabric of your dress, grasping you closer like he’s worried you’ll slip away. You have no intention of going anywhere. 

The kiss turns frantic fast, Sirius urging you backwards and you tripping over your feet until he hoists you up, your thighs locking around his hips like they’ve done it a thousand times. The many gauzy layers of your dress’ skirts bunch between your stomachs and flare out at your sides. 

Sirius presses you into the wall. The friction makes a low, needy sound rise in your throat. Your eyes open in surprise at yourself, sure that he’s going to laugh at you. You can see the pained crease between his brows as he makes a similar sound back, his hips pushing up against yours. 

“Fuck,” he rasps. “You really are the sweetest fucking thing.” 

A little laugh stumbles out of you, delirious. “Not very princely language.” 

“Always so caught up in titles.” Sirius nips at your bottom lip. “You can be the polite one, sweetheart, how about that?” 

You clutch at the back of his head, fingers tangling in dark, silken hair as he kisses down your throat. “I’m not very good at that,” you pant. 

Sirius’ hand slips beneath your dress, navigating expertly through the layers of fabric to find the soft underside of your thigh. He hefts you up. “You’ll learn.” 

It’s not just kissing, then. You gasp into his mouth as his fingers tease the hem of your underwear, adding to the mess you can already feel pooling in the fabric. Sirius holds one of your buttcheeks in his hand, the other cupping your face as if to soothe you. His thumb sweeps over your cheek, a question to be read in the touch. Is this okay? Do you like this, do you want to stop? Are you happy? 

You open your mouth further to his and attempt to answer them all. 

He calls you the sweetest names. Lovely, gorgeous, sweetheart. All ones you’ve heard before, though you tried to ignore them then. They were only playful flirting, fodder for the flames in your cheeks. Now, though…something about the way Sirius says them now, murmured like prayers into your mouth, makes them feel real. He says your name in a voice slow like honey. 

By the time you’ve built up the confidence to seek out the beauty mark you’ve often spotted peeking from the collar of his shirt, Sirius is kneading the dough of your asscheek in his hand, squeezing each time you rock into each other. 

“Sirius,” you breathe. 

“Hm?” He nibbles your earlobe. “What, darling?” 

That’s a new one. “Shouldn’t we…” 

“Oh, no. Let’s not.” 

“But the show—” 

“I don’t care about the show.” 

“And our families.” 

“Can we not,” he asks, kissing your neck enticingly, “talk about your grandmother right now? Or my mother, preferably.” 

You make a soft sound, gripping his shoulder. “They’re gonna come find us.” 

“Shhh.” 

“They’re gonna be so angry.” 

“I won’t let them be angry with you,” Sirius promises. His mouth moves down to your clavicle, warm and distracting. “You’re the princess. I’m the wicked, corrupting prince.” 

He gives you a brief scrape of teeth as though to prove it, and you gasp, clutching him tighter instinctively. 

“Sirius,” you plead. 

“Don’t worry, lovely. I won’t get you into trouble.” 

“If they don’t find us, the press will—” 

“Lucky them.” 

“—and that would be even worse.” 

With a low, reluctant sound you’d laugh at him for under any other circumstances, Sirius stops kissing you. He raises his head to look you in the eyes. You’re surprised to find that familiar dove grey obscured nearly entirely by dark pupils. He licks his swollen lips. 

“You want to go back?” he asks, sincerely. 

“No,” you admit. “I just don’t want to get in trouble. Either of us.” 

Sirius softens. His hand draws down the length of your thigh, a calming touch that has no clue of the ache it worsens in your core. “Okay.” His voice is tender. “Let me have five more minutes with you, and then we’ll go back. Can you give me that?” 

He waits for you to answer. Between his hand underneath your skirt, the bitten, sore feeling of your lips, and how Sirius looks with his collar all askew, it’s a losing battle. You’re not even sure if you’d want to win. 

You bring your mouth back to his, tunneling your fingers into the hair at his nape. “Five more minutes.”

[melissarz]

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[squidinu]

three cursed princes

[marvelwizardz]

[maxdibert]

Imagine that both Sirius and Severus survive at the end of the series, and it also comes to light that Severus was a double agent all his life and everything he did. Do you think Sirius's view of him would have changed? Do you think they would have had a good relationship or at least a cordial one?

I want to preface this by saying that I don’t think we should focus on Sirius when considering whether the two of them could get along civilly, because Sirius’s perspective is not the one that matters—it’s Severus’s as the victim. Severus was the one who was mistreated, Severus was the one who was harassed and tormented by Sirius, so if the two of them were ever to have a relationship, even a merely cordial one, it would depend on Severus and whether he was willing to move on. And he has no obligation to move on. Victims do not have to forgive their abusers or get along with them or give them the satisfaction of feeling forgiven or free of guilt. That’s not something they are required to do because they don’t owe them anything.

But well, to answer the other questions…

When I’ve read some Snirius fics, this is often the trigger for Sirius to change his perspective—Sirius finding out that Severus is, in reality, breaking his back to save everyone. This realization makes him "see reason," but I’ve always felt that this oversimplifies Sirius Black’s personality. I see him as more complex, or at least I like to think he is. I think Sirius despised Severus not only because he wanted to fit into a world Sirius hated but also because of Sirius's aristocratic upbringing, which deeply influenced his disdain. Severus didn’t just want everything Sirius had rejected—he was also a poor, working-class, half-blood kid who didn’t belong to the world he aspired to. Severus did everything he could to climb socially, trying to earn a place in a social stratum that didn’t belong to him and that isn’t achieved through effort but through birthright. I think Sirius, in addition to resenting Severus for aspiring to what he despised, found him pathetic. He thought it was pitiful and pathetic for a nobody to want to reach the top of the social hierarchy, and he basically considered Severus a ridiculous, laughable loser. When it came to Severus, I think Sirius had two issues: on the one hand, Severus wanted what Sirius rejected, and on the other, he aspired to a world that wasn’t his. And I believe that Sirius, just as his family viewed Muggle-borns as "others," as depersonalized beings, as people whose humanity they stripped away to justify their disdain, did the same to Severus. Sirius reflected all the elitist and violent education he had received at home in his bullying of Severus.

If we look at their relationship during Order of the Phoenix, we can see that Sirius has been reduced to a burden, someone who serves no purpose to the Order beyond providing a headquarters. It’s obvious that the balance of power in their relationship has flipped. Severus is no longer the defenseless kid at a disadvantage, the one with "bad" ideas that served as an excuse to treat him as a punching bag, the one you could try to kill without facing consequences because Dumbledore didn’t care. Now Severus is an adult who has become an incredibly powerful wizard but, more importantly, an extremely efficient agent. So efficient, so useful, and so competent that he’s Dumbledore’s right-hand man and knows things no other member of the Order does. Severus is now a key player, and Sirius is basically a wreck—and he can’t stand it. He really can’t take it. This is clear in their confrontations. The only reason Sirius gets away with it is that Severus lowers himself to his level because of the immense trauma he carries; he can’t help but be triggered when his abuser says something to him. But if Severus weren’t so emotionally broken, he could have easily left Sirius crying in a corner.

If it were revealed that Severus was actually the linchpin in Dumbledore’s plan to defeat Voldemort while Sirius was still alive, and it was also known that he did it all for Lily, I think Sirius would not only question everything he thought about him but also feel a surge of rage and humiliation. Suddenly, the kid he used to hit and torment, the one he almost killed, the one he didn’t even consider a person, the one he gleefully mistreated because he told himself Severus deserved it, turned out to be someone far more efficient, competent, and useful than him. To top it off, Severus managed to deceive and manipulate half the wizarding world, sacrificed his life for the cause, let everyone believe he was the worst scum imaginable for the greater good, and ultimately helped Harry far more than Sirius ever did. That would truly eat Sirius alive. It would feel like a massive blow to his pride because Sirius Black, the rebel, but most importantly, a Black—someone destined for glory, someone who chose the right path from the beginning, someone who was always on the side of good, who spent years in prison unjustly, who always protected his friends—couldn’t manage to do even a tenth of what that jerk he bullied in school did.

Severus is like the prodigal son in the parable: the one who strays from the path and, when he returns, the father showers him with gifts and blessings for coming back. Sirius is the brother who reproaches the father, saying he’s always been there but the father seems happier about his ungrateful brother returning, and he doesn’t think that’s fair. I believe that would be Sirius’s initial reaction—without a doubt. I’m sure of it. I also think he’d try to influence Harry, telling him that Severus wasn’t that great. But Harry would shut him down, telling him to stop hating because he’s wrong, and that would frustrate Sirius even more.

Personally, I think that if Severus had survived, he would want nothing to do with the people connected to his miserable past, except perhaps McGonagall, with whom he’d likely remain in contact, and maybe the Malfoys, though I imagine his relationship with them would need years of healing due to the years he spent deceiving them. I don’t think he’d want much to do with Harry and his gang, and certainly not Sirius Black. However, if they had to be in the same room or ran into each other occasionally, I believe they would still dislike each other. Sirius wouldn’t be able to handle the frustration of Severus being the epitome of bravery and sacrifice, and Severus would never fully forgive Sirius. I think their first encounters would end in fights, but perhaps over the years—many years—this could evolve into what’s called a "friendly rivalry," in the sense that they’d never truly like each other but would develop a strange, dysfunctional kind of camaraderie due to knowing each other for so long. If they got to know each other better, they might transition from outright hatred to merely having a healthy rivalry. But there would always be that aura of a divorced couple who can’t stand each other.