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♱ 𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 ♱ they/them, frustrated poet, certified sirius black lover, history enthusiast, the moon is my muse, focused on erotizicing the horrific and horrifying the erotic.
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Anonymous asked:
One of my favorite little details about your poly!marauders works is how fit and strong James is, especially with how often, and how easily, he picks up or carries around y/n. Could I request a fic with the four of them but he gives the same treatment to his boys as well for whatever reason? Both sounding so exasperated but secretly loving every second of it because they love their sweet strong boy so much and love being babied as well? 🥺
Ahhh yes I can't believe I haven't done this more! It will definitely have to become more common in the poly marauders drabbles, thanks angel <3
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 670 words
By the time the credits roll, you’re all drifting off. Sirius’ eyelids are drooping where his head rests on your chest; Remus is snoring softly on James’ shoulder. You and James share a fond look as you turn off the telly.
You sit in silence for a few moments, your sitting room dark but for the orange glow of streetlights coming in through the window. Unwilling to end the peaceful night.
“Alright,” James sighs after a moment, worming his arms underneath Remus’ legs and torso. Remus begins to rouse as he does, but he’s in the air before he catches onto what’s happening, hoisted up against James’ chest.
He makes a sleepy, demurring sound.
“You’re alright,” James reassures him in a soft voice. Your heart thumps, smitten. “We’re only going to bed.”
Remus mumbles something like, “You don’t have to…”
James shushes him. Remus is easily mollified, letting his head settle in the crook of James’ neck as he’s carried down the hall. You watch them go with a warm, goopy feeling in your chest and a tickle of amusement at your own fascination with the way James’ arm looks hooked under your boyfriend’s knees.
You coil a piece of Sirius’ hair around your finger absently. “That was rather fit,” you murmur to him, “wasn’t it?”
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can't help myself
Sirius Black x reader who aren't great communicators ✩ 6k words
summary: you and Sirius sleep together for the fun of it. no strings. you decide to call it off when it all becomes too much and the cons outweigh the pros. and maybe you have some feelings.
cw: allusions to sex, friends with benefits with feelings, miscommunication, angst with a happy ending, accidental wingman james
“Hello?” you call, letting yourself into the Potter’s house, frowning a little when it seems oddly quiet. James had insisted the first warm day of the year called for a proper get-together—and really, who could say no to seeing all your friends in one place?
You’d pulled on your sweetest summer clothes, ready to soak up the sun and laugh until your stomach hurt.
James’ head pops around a doorway, curls a messy halo around his face, and he grins the moment he sees you—that big, eye-crinkling kind of smile that makes it impossible not to smile back.
“There you are,” he says. “You look very nice.” He nods toward the back door. “Everyone’s in the garden. Want a drink?”
“I’m alright for now, thanks,” you say, walking toward him.
You give him a quick hug—though, he turns it into a full-body squeeze—before he leads you outside.
The garden’s full of chatter and laughter, warm in every way. You give out quick hugs, a few hellos, before settling into a fold-out chair next to Lily.
“God, you look like you're ready to pop,” you say, leaning in to give her forearm a friendly squeeze.
You haven’t seen her and James as much lately, with the baby on the way and everything. It makes these little moments feel even more special. They’re glowing, both of them, like love has settled around them in something soft and golden. It twists at something in your chest—not jealousy, exactly, just a strange ache. Being loved like that, freely and without question, is… unfamiliar.
“I feel like it too,” Lily says with a groan, glaring half-heartedly at her belly. “Still a few months left.”
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sirius x fem!reader who is scared to sleep after watching a scary movie/ playing a scary video game!!!
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 697 words
The storm is making things worse. You’ve forced Sirius to put on a sitcom as a palate cleanser after his thriller, but every time the wind shrieks or a tree branch thwacks against your window you go stiff with anticipation. Sirius thinks it’s hilarious. He mumbles teasing endearments into the ticklish part of your neck as he holds you tightly under your shared blanket.
Eventually, you can’t stall it any longer. The television goes dark, the only sound left the storm raging outside, and Sirius says, “Alright, I’m done in. Ready to call it a night?”
“Yeah,” you say, because you’re undeniably tired too. You don’t move, though.
Sirius eyes you amusedly. “You going to be able to sleep?”
“If I can’t, I’m blaming you.”
“No poltergeists are haunting this house, gorgeous.” He starts to get up, forcing you to do the same or be dumped off his lap. “And if they were, they’d have to go through me to get to you.”
“Not too difficult,” you say wryly, “seeing as getting through things is one of their specialties.”
Your boyfriend’s eyes gleam with mirth in the low light as he folds up your blanket. “We’re safe,” he promises.
The edge of a tree branch scrapes across your window. You tense. “I think I’m going to grab some water before bed.”
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hi! can i request a fluff with sirius where he and reader has a slow morning? like only two of them in their apartment lots of cuddles etc.
Sure you can! Thanks angel
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 477 words
Like most Sundays, you’ve spent the first half of the day lying in bed with the comforter pulled up to your chin, watching Sirius sleep.
It fascinates you a little bit. That he can be so dead to the world while light streams through your windows and birds chirp outside. Lying on his side with one arm tucked underneath his pillow and his lips slightly parted, a thin stream of drool seeping from one corner. He’s the loveliest thing you’ve ever seen.
You kiss his nose.
Sirius makes a low, sleepy sound. “No.”
You smile, taking a piece of his hair and running it between your fingers. “Good morning.”
“No,” he groans.
You laugh. “I was wondering if you’d like it if I went and got some—”
You don’t get to finish before Sirius is rolling on top of you. His lips mush to your clavicle. He holds your shoulder as if to pin it lazily to the bed.
“No,” he says again. “Stay here.”
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rosekiller but they're the lead singers of rival bands, the sexual tension, hate sex, all that. them constantly dissing each other's music in interviews, on twitter, in person, between kisses, on stage and while getting awards.
their fanbases hate eachother, toxic fanbase discourse, doxing eachother for opinions. it's awful. but as all fandoms have, there are shippers, the shippers get the most hate
one day rosekiller just decide that yeah you know what, we've been hooking up for years at this point let's just start dating.
three days after they officially get together Barty walks straight up to Evan and they start making out, full disgusting making out, zero shame, at one of Evan's bands biggest concerts of the tour
the fanbases are in so much shock that they don't even know what to say. twitter trending page is just: WHAT, IM CONFUSED, and ROSEKILLER
rosekiller then immediately announce their engagement on twitter. zero proposal Barty and Evan just decided to get married cause why not
twitter doesn't survive the day
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Anonymous asked:
THE DARK NIGHT — sirius black + "don't forget to kiss me" from glue song by beabadoobee ty hehe
omg yes I freaking love that song
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You’re up early for work, as always. Sirius, the lucky bastard, gets to sleep in. You mourn his warmth as you get ready in the ensuite, peeking through the half-open door to see him fast asleep in bed, bare arm stretched out over your empty side and his hair all fanned out over his pillow. He looks unfairly pretty when he sleeps.
It makes you want to cry. And to ditch your makeup and get back in bed with your boyfriend. You sigh and turn back to the mirror. You manage to get through your makeup and your hair before you allow yourself to look at Sirius again. Only, he’s not in bed anymore. He’s standing in the doorway, watching you in nothing but his boxers.
“Sirius,” you gasp, half-shocked to death. “Jeez. How long have you been standing there?”
Sirius mumbles something unintelligible. His eyes are still plagued by sleep, lips pulled into a tired frown. He is very clearly not a morning person. It’s amusing, and very cute.
He shuffles into the bathroom and across the tiles until he’s right in front of you. His bare chest staring you in the face. His tattoos stark against his pale skin. He smells like sleep. Like the laundry detergent you’d used on the sheets yesterday and his conditioner that you both share. It immediately makes you want to fall asleep against his chest in the middle of the bathroom.