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congrats!!!! how about fade into you with tasm!peter and touch starved!reader, in an established relationship???
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tasm!Peter Parker x touch starved!reader ⥠960 words
When Peter gets home, youâre in another long, hot shower. With no one to witness how pathetic it looks, youâve taken to sitting on the floor, letting the scalding water wash over your back and drip from your lashes. Your skin will be pinkish and puffy when you get out, but it wonât matter; youâve got nothing to do other than wrap yourself in blankets and sit on the bed for the rest of the night.Â
When Peterâs voice comes, it sounds muffled, faraway, but you snap to attention nonetheless.
âSweetheart?â A faint knocking. âCan I come in?â
âYeah,â you say without hesitation, scrambling up and shutting off the water.Â
âShit, itâs steamy in here,â he says as the door opens. âWant me to pass you a towel?â
âThatâs alright.â You grab the towel youâve hung by the shower, hastily scrubbing yourself dry and wrapping it around you.Â
Peterâs hands are on either side of the face the second you turn around, pushing your wet hair out of the way so he can kiss you properly. Itâs a sweet, brief thing, and your chest aches slightly when he pulls back.Â
âOuch, babe.â His hands feel cool as they move down to your shoulders. You shiver pleasantly. âYour skinâs burning hot. How long were you in there?â
You really should get another towel to stop your hair from dripping all over the floor, but you canât stand to move away from Peterâs touch. âI was bored,â you reply, âand the hot water is nice.âÂ
âSeems like it was more than just hot,â he murmurs, grabbing the other towel as if heâs heard your thought and beginning to squeeze the moisture from your hair. âSorry I was gone so long. I never know how these things are gonna go, you know?âÂ
âI know.â Peter had been attending a weekend conference on some scientistâs new research at a university in Chicago. He was supposed to be back days ago, but apparently he saw some fishy things while he was there that Spiderman felt an obligation to investigate. âDid you find the mutants?â
Peter shrugs, taking you by the shoulders to walk you into the bedroom. The air feels shockingly cold outside of the bathroom, but the warmth of his touch is enough to keep you from minding. âSorta. It was a group of guys pretending to be mutants. Projectors and stuff combined with actual explosives to make it look like superpowered attacks.â He sits you down and begins digging through drawers, tossing you a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts. âIt was super sophisticated, had to take a ton of planning. Honestly, if they werenât, like, bad guys, I wouldâve been really impressed.âÂ
You shrug the shirt on. âSounds like you were impressed anyway, honey.âÂ
âWell.â Peter makes a sheepish face. âJust because theyâre assholes doesnât mean theyâre not smart assholes, right?âÂ
âRight.â You say, standing to get the sweatpants on. You donât know where to go from here, feeling oddly hollow but with no good reason. Peterâs here; your loneliness should be vanquished. You hold your elbows awkwardly. âSo, how was the conference?â
âBaby.â Peter sounds almost disappointed, and hurt hooks its claws in your gut before you can even figure what youâve done. âWhyâre you all the way over there, huh? You havenât even asked for a hug yet. Is something wrong?â
You hadnât realized you were so predictable, but it is a bit odd for you not to tackle him the second he comes through the door. âI donât think so,â you say, and Peterâs brows twitch together at your uncertain tone. âI just really missed you, Pete.âÂ
He makes a pained, sympathetic sound, opening his arms and stepping toward you. âCâmere, sweetheart.âÂ
And apparently thatâs the permission your body was looking for. You meet him in the middle, his arms coming up slow and firm around your shoulder blades. Your chest aches again, but this time itâs almost pleasant, though you feel suddenly like you could cry. Peter seems to know, one arm tightening across both your shoulders while the other hand begins stroking up and down your back.Â
âDid you have a bad week?â he asks softly, breath tickling your ear.Â
âNo,â you reply honestly. âI thinkâŚI think I just needed this.âÂ
Peter gives you a squeeze in response, and you tighten your grip too.Â
âLetâs just do this forever,â you say, only half joking. âThink you could come to work with me tomorrow to hold my hand all day?â
Peter doesnât seem willing to roll with your lightness. âNobody else hugs you when I���m not around, do they?â he asks, and when you donât respond, he pulls back slightly, taking your face in his hand. âDo they, sweetheart?â
âNo,â you say, and youâre not sure why it feels like an admittance. Youâre not touchy with your friends, and your coworkers arenât close like that. When else would you have the opportunity for hugs?Â
âNo wonder you get so lonely when Iâm gone.â Peterâs voice is fraught with tenderness, and he pulls you close again, petting your damp hair. âIâll hold you as long as you like, babe, but after that, we should look into getting you a cat or something.âÂ
âA cat?â You twitch in his hold, perking up hopefully. âI thought your landlord didnât let you have pets.âÂ
âHe doesnât, but he also doesnât have to know,â he says easily. âIf itâll keep you from getting sad like this while Iâm away, a cat is a small price to pay. Gotta keep my girl happy, you know?â
âI think,â you counter, âthat we should get a cat and you should never leave again.âÂ
Peter chuckles, kissing the top of your head lightly. âDeal.â
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hi hun!! i have another in a week :]] it's a little less cute than sunshine reader, but i read the fic where reader swore at someone and everyone was shocked and i thought it was so funnyy
i was thinking a.. hothead!reader who's got a sailor mouth and quick temper, so naturally she curses a LOT. and the boys dare her to try not to curse for just one day, and she accepts it, but without them even doing anything mischievous to tick her off, she drops something and she's like "fuck- shit, damn it!" and the boys are just giggling their head off and constantly reminding her to put money in the swear jar
ooh and maemae, i love the way you write descriptions omgg <333 especially when you write from james' pov, he's such a sweetheart!! ahh you're such an amazing writer, your stuff gives me all the warm fuzzies :] i hope you're taking care of yourself in the midst of writing all these requests!!
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poly!marauders x hothead!reader ⥠677 words
You know your boyfriends are plotting something. You eye them suspiciously as Sirius whispers to James, both of them giggling like children.Â
âWhat,â you say flatly.Â
James doesnât even bother trying to hide his grin. âNothing, sweetheart.â
You huff, biting your lip before you can call him any name thatâll make you lose your prize. Itâs nine in the morning, and youâve only got about sixteen hours to go with no cursing. Twelve if you go to bed early as a measure of self-censure.Â
Remus had raised an eyebrow at you after a particularly colorful stream of expletives the night before, asking as you made your contribution to the swear jar, âDo you think you could go even one day without swearing like that?â You said you could, and Sirius had pounced on the opportunity for a wager, betting you that you couldnât go the entire next day without using a single curse word.Â
Youâre sure the boys were hoping youâd forget overnight, but you werenât accustomed to losing, and damned if you werenât going to get your prize. Sirius had so little faith in you that heâd agreed to letting you pick what movies you all watched for the next month if you won the bet. The next month. That meant a month-long reprieve from those stupid fucking heist movies they all loved so much.Â
Youâre also certain that, failing their first plan of your poor memory, your boyfriends are going to be cooking up some other scheme to make you falter. One of their famous pranks, to be sure. They tease you incessantly for your short fuse, and theyâre bound to try and ignite it any way they can today.Â
You wonder what itâll be. Dog breath potion slipped into your water bottle? Stink pellets tossed into your room? Or maybe something so simple as salt in your coffee?
You look down at the mug Remus handed you a minute ago, sniffing at it. They always use Remus when they want to be inconspicuous; itâs so hard to suspect him. But he wants you to lose the bet as much as anyone.Â
You stand, carrying your still-full mug into the kitchen.Â
âNot this time,â you mutter.Â
Remus looks up from his paper, frowning at you as you stomp over to the sink. âDove, what are you doing?âÂ
âYou must think Iâm so gullible,â you drawl, pouring the hot coffee down the drain. âThereâs no way Iâm ingesting anything youââ the handle of the mug slips from your grasp, the dish shattering in the sink ââah, fuck!â You look up to see Siriusâ eyes widen, glee sparking to life, and realize what youâve done. âShit. Damn it!âÂ
Remus puts a hand over his mouth while Sirius hoots, and James simply collapses in giggles, disappearing behind the couch.Â
âThaâthat was too easy,â Sirius cackles, using his forefinger to wipe under his eyes. âWe didnât even do anything yet!âÂ
âSweetheart, Iâm almost disappointed,â Remus says, shaking his head even as he grins from ear-to-ear. âI thought youâd make it to the afternoon at least. Get your money for the jar.âÂ
âThatâs, what?â James' voice comes from behind the couch. âThree dollars?â
âFive,â you say gravely, holding up your favorite finger on each hand. âFuck you, you assholes.âÂ
âPretty sure thatâs six, babydoll.â Sirius cheeses at you. âGestures count, donât they Prongs?â
âA dollar per hand,â James agrees, now recovered enough to sit up on the couch.Â
You seethe at them, and Remus comes into the kitchen to help you clean up your mess, patting your shoulder consolingly.Â
âWeâll put it towards date night,â he says.Â
âGood idea.â Sirius kicks his feet up on the table, making a show of lounging in his chair. âIâm thinking tonight, we order in from that Indian place and watch The Italian Job. What do you think, lads?â
You bristle, but Remus sees the comeback sizzling on your tongue and squeezes your shoulder warningly. âSave your money, dove. Want me to make you some more coffee? Seems like you might need it today.â
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I saw you did royal Bodyguard poly!marauders to sunshine!reader, ans I was wondering if we could get something like that but instead reader is a little sneakt bitch who uses escaping her bodyguards as a fun pastime?????
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bodyguard!marauders x fem!reader ⥠979 words
Youâre about to take a sip from your cup when your wrist is gripped by a strong hand, stopping it from reaching your mouth.Â
âYou have no idea whatâs in there.âÂ
âHi, Jamie,â you shoot him a smile, warm and loose all over from the drinks youâve already had. âSure I do. Itâs a rum and coke. Pretty straightforward, actually.âÂ
âHe means,â Remus says, prying your fingers from around the cup and setting it on the bar, âthat you probably werenât watching to see if anyone slipped something into it, and unfortunately for you, we werenât here to do it for you.âÂ
You donât have to look around to know Sirius will be here as well, your three bodyguards relentless and nearly impossible to shake. Still, youâre a bit proud youâd managed to get free for a little over an hour tonight. Thatâs not an easy task.Â
âNo one here is going to drug me,â you say, though you know thatâs not strictly true, and you go on before one of them can contradict you. âHowâd you find me anyway?âÂ
James gives you a deadpan look, the closest thing you ever get to anger from him. âIf we told you, youâd just figure out how to get around it next time.â He sets a hand on your shoulder, pushing you gently away from the bar. âCome on, letâs go home.âÂ
âI donât want to go home,â you say, and despite your best intentions, your voice comes out with a petulant edge. âWhy canât we stay here?â
âYou know very well youâre allowed to go out,â Remus says as he and James steer you towards the exit. âBut we havenât had time to look around this place, and youâre supposed to be studying at Kateâs.âÂ
âSo this is a punishment.â Itâs not a question, but Sirius answers you anyway, draping an arm around your shoulders as you meet him by the door.Â
âYes, it is,â he says lightly. âYou almost killed Remus tonight, doll, and attempted murder deserves a time-out at the very least.âÂ
Even whilst scolding you, Siriusâ voice is teasing. Between the three of them, you know heâs the least upset with you. He might be a bit frustrated, sure, but he seems to also harbor a tiny bit of respect or understanding for what he calls your ill-timed rebellious phase. Though to be fair, youâd never had much cause for rebellion before your mom had forced a security detail upon you. You were used to doing whatever you wanted, and what you wanted had never seemed so wild until one day you needed permission to go outside and your privacy was blown to smithereens.Â
You step out into the cool night air, and Sirius rubs your upper arm when you shiver. Remus leads you all towards the parking lot, and youâre secretly glad to be able to get into a warm car even if youâre still stubbornly yearning for the mundanity of the bus.Â
âI know you think of running off as trying to get back some sort of freedom,â James says, and his voice is gentler now if not quite friendly, âbut itâs not going to feel like freedom if while youâre off by yourself one of your mom���sâŚcritics,â he decides, using the most delicate term possible, âtakes the opportunity to kidnap you.âÂ
âOr kill you.â Remus says gruffly, his posture extra-stiff as he scans the parking lot, eyes skimming over every dark corner and potentially occupied vehicle.Â
âTheir issue is with her, not me,â you sigh, somewhere between frustrated and resigned. âYou should be protecting her.âÂ
âSheâs got her own detail,â Remus reminds you. âAnd it wouldnât be the first time extremists have targeted a politicianâs family to get at them.âÂ
Youâre silent at that, and the boys let you stew in it, the memory of your motherâs face when sheâs gotten the news that her coworkerâs son had been killed in their home. Sheâd grieved for her friend that day, but her panic had been for herself. For you.Â
âWeâve got to find a way around this need to escape, angel,â James says, opening the door to the backseat and offering you a hand in. You nod hello to Marcus, your momâs driver, whose duties have apparently been extended to picking you up when you go âmissingâ for an hour or two. Sirius gets in on your other side, Remus taking the passenger seat. âAre we really so awful to be around?â
âNo,â you say, though you know the question was meant in jest. They deserve to know anyway. âYou guys are great. Itâs your job thatâs the problem.âÂ
âUnfortunately, itâs still our job,â Remus says, turning around to fix you with a look. It works, and you shrink in your seat. Remus is such a kind, gentle soul, especially considering his profession, so when he focuses his disapproval like this, it always leaves you feeling thoroughly shamed. âEvery time you slip off, we have to act as if youâve been kidnapped, even if we know better. And you very well could be kidnapped. You justââ He shakes his head, and guilt sprouts, winding and thorny, in your gut. ââI donât think you understand the danger youâre putting yourself in when you do this.â
You nod, forcing yourself to look him in the eye so he knows youâre really listening. âIâm sorry. IâllâŚâ you sigh, indignation eating at you even as you give in. âIâll try to work with you guys more.â
âThatâs all weâre asking, sweetheart,â James says, bumping your shoulder with his lightly, and you know youâre at least mostly forgiven.Â
âFor tonight,â Sirius drawls, âare you going to actually stay in your room, or is one of us going to have to tie you to the bed?â He winks. âBecause if you need me to, I can totally do that, dollface.â
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any chance you'd be willing to do disassociating!reader with sirius as a fade into you prompt?
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cw: mentions of blood, reader is in shock/dissociates after injury-related trauma
Sirius Black x reader ⥠1.1k words
Youâve long since stopped shaking by the time you get back to your apartment, but it still takes you a few tries to get the key in the door, your movements robotic and seeming somehow separate from you.Â
âHey, youâre home late,â Sirius greets you as you walk through the door. âI was just starting to think about dinner. How would you feel aboutâŚshit.â He stops as he comes into the living room, gaze snagging on your legs, dried blood staining them from the knees down. Your shoes, which used to be white but are now a rusty brown. âWhat happened to you?â
âItâs not mine.âÂ
âOkay.â Heâs still standing a good few feet away, like youâre characters in a play, reciting your lines without moving. âWhose is it?â
âMacyâs.âÂ
âAlright.â The word is meaningless, but not any more than the rest of them, you suppose. Sirius steps closer, slowly, as if wary of spooking you. âIs she okay?âÂ
âShe, uh.â You swallow. âYeah, sheâs okay. Or she will be. She fell and hit her head, but they said sheâll be okay.âÂ
âWho said, darling?âÂ
âThe nurses. I just got back from the hospital.â You remember the ambulance ride there, the ridiculous quiet of it all. Youâd thought that when someone was hurt that bad, hospitals were all beeping and yelling and people running around. But theyâd only asked Macy questions in calm, measured voices, no beeping or alarms to be heard. What did you have to eat today? Do you know why you fell?
âSweetheart.â Sirius looks gutted, and you donât know why heâs using that tone with you. Youâre not the one who cracked your head open. âYou should have called me, lovely. Iâm so sorry I wasnât there for you.âÂ
âYou were at work.â Itâs simple, a fact. âAnyway, there was nothing you could do.âÂ
Sirius takes your face in his hand, and it feels like heâs touching someone else, your skin waxy and foreign. âI would have left work to be there with you. It sounds like it was an awful thing to have to deal with by yourself.âÂ
You guess it probably was. Youâd had to put pressure on Macyâs head until the paramedics got there, kneeling in a pool of her blood as it seeped from the wound and time seemed sluggish and unreal. You know, objectively, that it was one of the more awful experiences youâve had, and youâll probably be dreaming about it for years. But it doesnât feel that way right now. Nothing feels any sort of way right now.Â
âHow long were you at the hospital for?â Sirius asks. âWhen did this happen?âÂ
You donât know. It wasâŚthe sun was still out, when she fell on the sidewalk. But the length of time you were sitting there with her, or the time in the ambulance, is all stretched out and murky. You know you got back to your car and drove home, but you canât recall any part of the journey. You leave that last bit out of what you tell Sirius, but his frown deepens anyway.Â
âThatâs okay,â he says. âLetâs get you cleaned up, huh? Here, let me take those off.âÂ
He bends over, untying your shoes for you, and you watch as dried blood flakes off the laces where they bend unwillingly. Sirius doesnât comment on it, slipping your shoes off one after the other and setting them by the door. His hands are delicate about your shoulders as he steers you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet. Youâre distantly cognizant of him moving about, opening and closing a cabinet and turning on the faucet, but itâs not until he crouches in front of you that he enters your awareness again.Â
Sirius takes your ankle in his hand and begins just below your knee, rubbing a warm, wet washcloth over the blood staining the skin there. Heâs talking, still, in a low voice, but the murmurings donât seem to have much importance other than placation. Itâs more ambient noise than anything else. He works the washcloth down your leg, the rough fabric scrubbing gently at your skin. He presses harder in some areas where the blood is stubborn, and thatâs where you feel it most. The beginnings of real sensation, connected to you rather than some shell that you occupy and that moves when you tell it to.Â
By the time he starts on your other leg you feel as though youâve been thinking through a dense fog thatâs beginning to lift; youâre able to feel the warm droplets of water running down your calf and make out some of the quiet words spewing from your boyfriendâs mouth. He finishes with your legs, and you hold up your hands, now trembling again. The blood there is cracked around the lines of your palm, and Sirius takes your hand in his, wiping it away gently. You can feel the cloth even more there, where it brushes against your sensitive fingertips. You can tell now that Sirius is telling you stories, various anecdotes of when he or his friends had gotten hurt.Â
âItâs scary to see someone you care about in pain,â he goes on at a murmur. âEven when you know theyâll be alright, I think it hurts worse than when weâre in pain ourselves.âÂ
A tear dribbles down your cheek, landing with a splat on your thigh, and Sirius looks up, surprise morphing into heartbreak when he sees your expression. He drops the cloth on the floor, rising to an awkward height so that you can put your head against his shoulder when his arms come around you.Â
âI know, baby.â His voice sounds almost fragile, as though heâs feeling this as acutely as you are. âIâm so sorry you went through that. Are you feeling a little more like yourself?âÂ
âYeah,â you sniff. Your tears are still coming slowly, and you know the majority of your panic is still buried somewhere safe inside of you, but this is enough for now. âSorry, I donât know whatâs happening to me.âÂ
Sirius pulls back, thumbing away your tears as he studies your face, eyebrows set close together in concern. âI think youâre in shock, sweetness. It makes sense, thatâs a lot for anyone to have to see.â He strokes at your hairline, just beside your eye. âDo you want to talk about it? If not, we donât have to. We can just watch a movie or something, try to forget about it for tonight.âÂ
You take a deep breath, trying to find the voice inside yourself that usually tells you who you are, what you want. Itâs still quiet, but you think thatâs answer enough. âThe second one, please. I donât think Iâm ready to think about it yet.âÂ
âAlright, whatever you want.â Sirius nods, rising and offering you his hands to help pull you up. You take them, and he presses a kiss to your forehead as soon as youâre standing. âWhenever you feel ready, lovely, Iâll be here.âÂ
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Hello you wonderful, WONDERFUL creation of brilliance! I have another request for the 1k if thats alright.
I think it would be two ghosts?? But its reader x remus (again) where she know hes a werewolf without being told and uses halloween to tell/show him because she can see how guilty he feels for not telling her and scared to tell her.
How/why she knows and how she tells him is up to you love!!
Thank you love x (hopefully that's coherent, toddlers suck and ive only slept 3hrs đ)
Thanks for requesting (and omg, I hope the toddler(s) become more manageable) <3
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Remus Lupin x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
Remus comes to the door looking endearingly rumpled. Heâs wearing pajama bottoms and a wrinkled t-shirt, his hair is fluffy from lying in bed all day, and his pillowcase has left a faintly pink crease on his cheek. You gather all this from the split second between him opening the door and promptly shutting it in your face.Â
âRemus?â you knock again. âCome on, let me in.âÂ
After a moment in which you can picture him sighing laboriously on the other side, the door cracks open just wide enough for you to see one eye, narrowed with displeasure. Were it anyone else or under any other circumstances, youâd really be quite offended. âWhat are you doing here?â he asks.
You hold up your bag. âI didnât think youâd want to face the slew of trick-or-treaters bound for your house alone. I brought movies for us and candy for them. Or, well, the candy can be for both, actually.âÂ
Remus is silent for a moment, and you press at the door insistently. âLet me in, Rem.âÂ
He capitulates with a sigh, stepping back to let the door fall open. His apartment is dark, every curtain drawn, and it takes your eyes a second to adjust after stepping out of the sunlight. Thereâs half a dozen empty takeout containers strewn about the coffee table, and the space has the stale aroma that comes from lack of movement.Â
Remus has that aroma, too, you realize as you step closer to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek regardless. He looks like he could use it.Â
âSorry about the mess,â he says dully. âI wasnât expecting you.âÂ
âCourse you werenât,â you wave him off. âHow could you have been? Youâve been avoiding me all week.â
Remus closes his eyes as if this conversation is already too much for him, and you feel instantly guilty.Â
âItâs okay, honey,â you say gently, stacking the takeout containers to clear some space for your candy. âYouâre allowed to take some time to yourself. Itâd be nice if youâd let me know in the future, but Iâm not upset at you. I promise.âÂ
His features relax slightly, a tension youâd barely noticed around his eyes easing. âThanks, love. Sorry.âÂ
âItâs really alright,â you promise, taking him by the hand to pull him down onto the couch with you. âListen, you seem like youâre not feeling well, so I know you might not want company right now, but would you be open to just having a relaxing night? We can watch Halloween movies and eat sweets, and Iâll handle all the trick-or-treaters.âÂ
âYeah?â Remus looks at you with something between hope and sadness, and your heart breaks for him. You squeeze his hand lightly, like your boyfriend is a sponge that you can squeeze all the woe out of and force to absorb your love instead. âThat sounds really nice, dove. Thank you.âÂ
âCourse,â you say brightly, and youâre unable to resist pressing your lips to his cheek again before you turn back to your bag, laying your small collection of movies on the table. âOkay, we have some options.âÂ
Remus hums. âWell, thereâs Halloween, the obvious choice.âÂ
âBut too obvious?â you muse. âI mean, we definitely have time to watch more than one, but we only get to watch these at a certain time of year, love. Letâs not be hasty.â He chuckles, and your heart flutters. âI know The Exorcist is a classic, but it might be too scary for me, honestly. UmâŚDracula is goodâŚoh! This oneâs my favorite.âÂ
Remus looks to where youâre pointing. âThe Werewolf of Washington?â
You pretend you donât hear the slightly hoarse quality of his voice. âYup! Itâs so funny, and I like that itâs technically a Halloween movie even though werewolves arenât really scary.âÂ
He pauses. âYou donât think so?â
You do your best to appear blasĂŠ, knowing you have to tread carefully here. âNo, of course not,â you say, as if the mere idea is foolish. âI mean, theyâre dangerous, sure, but as people, they donât really mean any harm. Itâs not their fault.âÂ
Remus is being oddly quiet, and you babble on anxiously.Â
âIf I were a werewolf, Iâd hope my friends wouldnât care about me any less. Itâs not like itâs me, itâs just something I have to deal with once a month. I mean, would you stop loving me if I turned out to be a werewolf?â
âNo,â Remus says slowly, eyes narrowed to the point where theyâre just amber. The circles under his eyes look really dark, you note with concern. You wonder if he hasnât been sleeping. âIs there something youâre trying to tell me?âÂ
You take a breath, gnawing on your lip. âI think itâs more about if thereâs anything you want to tell me.â
He slouches into the cushions, features slackening in resignation. âSeems like you already know.âÂ
âIâm sorry to do it this way,â you say genuinely, grateful that he hasnât pulled his hand from your grip as you run your thumb over his knuckles soothingly. âI know itâs your secret, and you should get to tell anyone whenever you like, but Iâve known for awhile, and when James told me how down youâve been this weekââ
âWhat,â Remus says sharply, âdid James say exactly.âÂ
âHe only told me that you were sick. I asked if you might like a visitor, and he said he thought youâd rather be alone.â Remus sighs, tipping his head back against the couch. You can see the strain of the upcoming full moon on his face, his features pale and gaunt.Â
âHe didnât have to tell me, honey,â you say quietly. âI guessed on my own. I know itâs a big deal, and Iâm sure itâs been a massive burden for you." You run your thumb tenderly over the dark circles under his eyes. âI just wish you wouldnât assume itâd be a burden to me, too. Give me some credit here, Lupin.âÂ
You feel his cheek twitch as he resists a smile, however small.Â
âI donât care, you know,â you go on, emboldened. âI just want to be there for you. Itâs killed me not being there for you every month. Iâm sorry, love, I couldnât take it anymore.â
Remus opens his eyes, and your heart swells at the fondness in his gaze, even if it's mingled with wariness.Â
âWould you watch some movies with me, please?â you ask enticingly. âOr we can nap, or just sit here. Whatever you want to do.âÂ
âYou sure you want to stick around?â he asks, and you know heâs talking about more than just tonight. âThis time of the month is not pleasant. Iâm not pleasant.âÂ
You let your hand slide from his face down to his shoulder, rubbing delicately. âI donât need you to be pleasant,â you tell him. âI just need you to let me be here.âÂ
Remus sighs. âAlright, but weâre watching Halloween. That werewolf movie is shit.â
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This celebration is so cute ahhhh
Two Ghosts - send autumn/Halloween-specific prompts!
anyway, imagine picking out your halloween costume with the marauders
Remus is so supportive of whatever (as long as you don't make him do anything too weird), James wants to do something that matches, and Sirius is all like "this one would make your tits look great, ah babe this one would show off your lovely thighs, I've always wanted to fuck a nurse :)"
I hope I'm doing this right, this is my first time having the pleasure of participating in a celebration!
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You're good, lovely! Thanks for participating :)
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poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠474 words
âNo,â Remus says as Sirius comes pulls up yet another picture of a group costume. âPads, my one condition is that I get to be fully clothed. Iâm not going to change my mind.âÂ
âBut weâd look so hot as the sexy Scooby Doo gang,â Sirius whines, but when Remusâ expression doesnât change, he switches tactics. âYou canât tell me you donât want to see me in a collar, Moony.âÂ
Remus rolls his eyes, seemingly unaffected. âI could have you in a collar anytime I wanted to. Next.âÂ
âOoh, I like this one!â James says, swiveling his laptop around for you all to see. âWe could be smurfs!â
Sirius sighs heavily, tipping his head back against the couch cushions. âNone of you sees the vision,â he laments.Â
While you canât say youâre totally on board with Siriusâ plan of walking around in essentially underwear on whatâs bound to be a chilly night, you agree with him about this one.Â
âI donât love the idea of painting my face and everything blue,â you tell James gently. âHavenât you seen the videos where it wonât come off?â
âWhat if we just all went as ghosts,â Remus suggests, patting Jamesâ head consolingly when he pouts. âItâs simple, itâs easy, we all already have sheets.âÂ
âGhosts,â Sirius says severely, âare not hot.âÂ
âYou know what else isnât going to be hot?â Remus counters. âThe weather, on October thirty first.âÂ
âIâm sure we can find a compromise,â you say, moving further onto Siriusâ lap before he can get too amped up. You lean your head against his chest placatingly, looking at the screen of his laptop. âMerlin, these are skimpy.âÂ
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing,â Sirius murmurs, kissing the crown of your head absentmindedly. He scrolls a bit further, and then you feel him perk up in excitement even before he speaks. âOkay, okay, compromise: nurses and doctor. Rem, you can be a doctor if you want to wear, like, pants or whateverââ he shakes his head as if such a desire is unbelievable ââbut the rest of us can be sexy nurses. Look, sweetheart, this neckline will make your tits look great.âÂ
You gaze at the tiny bits of white fabric covering the model in the picture, dread settling like a weight in your gut. âItâsâŚa lot of skin.â
âYup.â Sirius nods, pleased with himself. âGotta show it off, sweet thing. And I get to show you off in the process.âÂ
James gets up, peering over your shoulders to see. âMerlin,â he breathes. âAlright, Iâm willing to freeze my ass off if you guys are. So long as weâre doing it together, yeah?âÂ
âWeâre gonna be so cold,â you agree.
âAw, donât worry sweetheart.â Sirius rubs your shoulder eagerly. âIâm sure Moony will lend you his doctorâs coat if you need it, wonât you handsome?â
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Congrats on 1k love!!! Im so happy for you, you deserve all the love đŠś
Could i request a ravenclaw!reader who's a little volatile (i suppose like dark acadameia) that the slytherins have kind of adopted (because shes volatile not violent and they think its cute). But shes been in a relationship with Remus on the down low and they realise at a halloween party?
I imagine Remus as an angel while reader is a devil and the slytherins were already concerned by the costume but then they notice you and Remus and just loose their marbles. Barty's having a meltdown, evans im shock and Sirius is cackling because Regulus is trying to stand tall but Remus is so much bigger than him its just impossible.
Anyway, tysm for your wonderful self and feel free to twist this however fits you, love!!
Hi lovely, thank you so much! I'm assuming you meant this to be for the Fade Into You part of the celebration since it's a specific reader, and also I don't know the Slytherin boys very well so I feel like my characterization could be wayyyyy off but I hope this is alright!
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Remus Lupin x Ravenclaw!reader ⥠930 words
Youâre dancing with your friends when your drink is plucked suddenly from your hand.Â
âHey!â You spin around to find the thief, and then your tone changes completely. âHey, Remus, you came!â You crash into him, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. Remus hugs you back the best heâs able, a drink in each hand. âAnd you wore your costume!â You grin as you pull away, resting a hand on either side of his face to admire how soft and sweet he looks in seraphim white. âIs that glitter on your cheeks?â
Said cheeks grow warm under your hands. âThatâs Siriusâ touch.âÂ
âYou look very pretty.â He grins, and you stand on tiptoe to whisper sweetly in his ear, âNow give me back my drink, pretty boy.âÂ
Remusâ smile doesnât waver, but he becomes a tad more serious about the eyes. âHow many have you had?â
âOh, donât be such a drag, Lupin,â Barty pipes up, coming up behind you to sling an arm around your shoulder. âSheâs fine, and not that itâs any business of yours, but we wonât let anything happen to her.âÂ
âShe just seems like maybe sheâs had enough,â Remus replies, and his tone is far from unkind, but thereâs an edge of admonishment to it that has Barty bristling noticeably. He turns back to you, voice softening. âWhat do you say, lovely, want to go sit down for a little while?â
You look at Barty, who raises an eyebrow at you. Behind him, Reggie stands with his arms crossed, looking bored with the whole thing. Â
âI wonât be gone long,â you say in apology, and Barty scoffs disgustedly, but releases you.Â
âFine, go play with your costume buddy,â he says. âWeâll be here when you get sick of him.âÂ
You take Remusâ hand in one of yours, flipping Barty off with the other.Â
âAre we really going to sit down?â you whisper hopefully, and Remus chuckles.Â
âYeah, we are. Sorry, sweetheart, but youâre not exactly walking in a straight line right now.âÂ
You grin, tugging at his hand playfully. âThatâs just âcause Iâm a rebel. The boys would never let me hang out with them if I walked the straight and narrow.âÂ
âThat so?â Remus hums, pulling you down onto a couch beside him. âHave I mentioned how nice you look yet? You really do.âÂ
âIâm not supposed to look nice.â You roll your eyes, shuffling closer to him. âIâm a devil, Rem. Iâm supposed to look hot and salacious.âÂ
Remus graces you with a smile, brushing a piece of hair from in front of your eye. âYou do look hot, but you look nice too. I donât think you can help that one, dovey.âÂ
âYeah?â You bat your eyelashes, moving into his lap. Remusâ eyebrow quirks up slightly, cheeks glittering with the movement, but he doesnât stop you. âIs it just that I radiate sweetness?â You kiss his jaw. âAnd patience?â Remusâ cheek is faintly pink where you press your lips. âInnocence, certainly,â you tease, breath hot on his ear, âbut what else?âÂ
âDove,â he whispers, âI think your friends are watching.âÂ
âHm?â You look up, and sure enough, Regulus, Barty, and Evan are standing just a few feet away by the punch bowl, expressions ranging from bewilderment to abject horror. âOh. Oops.âÂ
âIâI canât,â Barty sputters. âI canât be seeing this. Are you plastered? Get off him.âÂ
You donât, but Remus does it for you, standing and setting you on your feet as Regulus stalks forward. He stops with his arms crossed in front of the two of you.Â
âIs this who youâve been ditching us for lately?â he asks you.Â
You start to reply, but Barty talks over you. âNo.â He shakes his head. âNo, thereâs no way. Thereâs no way.âÂ
Others have started migrating toward you to watch the show, among them Remusâ friends. Normally you wouldn't care, but Remus is beginning to squirm, so you try to calm things down for his benefit.Â
âYou guys are overreacting,â you say, as peaceably as youâre capable of. âAs if it really matters what house my boyfriend is in.âÂ
âBoyfriend?â Barty despairs, and you should have known better than to think anything could quell his dramatics once theyâve begun. âGod, as if the costumes werenât bad enough, you have to throw lovey-dovey terms like boyfriend around.âÂ
A peal of laughter sounds from somewhere nearby, and you look around to find Sirius, eyes already wet with mirth as he watches his younger brother. âReggie,â he manages between giggles, âare you trying to look taller than him?â
Reg raises an unimpressed brow, and anyone who didnât know him well might not notice the flicker of embarrassment in his gaze. âDonât be stupid,â he says, but his posture is better than youâve ever seen it, his neck elongated in an attempt to look Remus in the eyes without having to tilt his head.Â
âReg.â Sirius swipes under his eyes. âYou may be taller than me, but youâre never gonna get all the way up there.âÂ
âAlright,â you say decisively, taking Remusâ hand and proceeding to push past Regulusâ stiff form. You shoot Evan a half-apologetic look as you go by, still standing frozen like heâs been stupefied, and Barty follows your movement with eyes blown wide. âJust for that, weâre going back to you guysâ dorm, Black. And weâre going to fuck, loudly, all night.â You shoot your most winning smile in his direction, even as Remusâ face takes on a fiery hue beneath the white glitter. âI wouldnât recommend coming home. Goodnight!â
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woo!! my little mix-up is a mix of in a week ( au character ) and fade into you ( specific reader )!!
poly marauders as royal guards to a sunshine reader? :) if it's not too much trouble
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bodyguard!marauders x sunshine!reader ⥠683 words
âPrincess.â James wraps a hand around your elbow as you try to go out into the garden, his grip gentle but firm. âJust wait a minute, Remus needs to do a sweep before we can go out.âÂ
âBut itâs leaving!â you cry, gaze fixed on the orange cat slinking into the bushes with something akin to longing. âHeâs gonna scare it off!â
Sirius chuckles. âRemus is great with cats, angel. Knowing him, heâll have the thing sleeping at the foot of his bed by tonight.â
âBut whereâll you sleep?â James asks innocently, snickering when Sirius shoves at his shoulder.Â
âItâs so cute,â you croon, eyes so heart-shaped James tenses in case you try to bolt for it. âDo you think my momâll let me keep it?â
âThink Kingâs allergic, so no,â Sirius says, squeezing your shoulder in apology.Â
âWhat if we keep it a secret?â
James smiles at you, ready to indulge you in your hopeless fantasy, but then Remus comes back.Â
âAll clear,â he says seriously, and James nods at him as you rush through the door.Â
It never fails to surprise him how quick you are when you want to be, and he and the others have to break into a jog to keep you within a reasonable distance as you dash for the cat, stopping a few feet away so as not to spook it.Â
âDonât do that,â Sirius says breathlessly, but itâs pointless. Youâre beyond listening, all your focus on the orange tabby in front of you.Â
It hisses as you get closer, and you coo, making little kissy sounds. James tries not to laugh at your obvious desperation, staying back so you canât blame him when the cat inevitably runs off.Â
âBe careful,â Remus warns. âWe donât know if itâs friendly, donât grab it or anything.âÂ
âOh, of course heâs friendly,â you murmur liltingly, advancing toward the cat slowly and low to the ground. âHeâs just scared, the poor baby.â Your voice is light and sweet as meringue, and Jamesâ heart turns to mush in his chest at hearing it. You start to extend your hand cautiously, and the tabby tenses, eyeing you warily. âItâs okay, honey, Iâm not going toââ you gasp as the cat lashes out with its claws, drawing your arm back reflexively as it dashes into the bushes and out of sight.
Remus had to have been anticipating it, because heâs at your side before James can move, crouching beside you and taking your arm in his hand. He shushes you softly as you call out after the cat, and James exchanges a look with Sirius, waiting for the dark-haired boy to nod in confirmation that heâll keep watch before James joins Remus beside you.Â
âI didnât even get to pet it,â you say morosely. James frowns at you, patting your shoulder consolingly.Â
âHe didnât deserve you, angel,â he says, and Remus tsks as he turns your arm over in his grip, four shallow but long scratches oozing blood down your wrist.Â
âLetâs go inside and get you fixed up,â Remus says gently, and he and James help you up, guiding you back towards the palace as you cast forlorn looks behind you.Â
âThis isnât a great look for us,â Sirius teases you. âThe three of us walking back into the palace with a bleeding princess.âÂ
You give a little laugh, your usual levity restored instantly by his joking. âItâs not like itâs a grave injury,â you reply, rolling your eyes good-naturedly. âI donât know why these two are acting like I canât walk by myself.âÂ
James chuckles but keeps his hand on your back. âLike Sirius says, itâs not a great look for us. May as well appear to be taking it seriously.âÂ
âSome guards we are,â Remus agrees lightly. âCanât even protect you from a feral cat.âÂ
âHe wasnât feral!â you say defensively. âHe was just scared. Heâs misunderstood.âÂ
âWhatever you say, gorgeous.â Sirius shrugs, opening the door for all of you. âAll I know is, youâre never getting near an animal again thatâs not pre-vetted by one of us. Too risky.âÂ
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In a Week - send a character + au and I'll write a blurb for it (like vampire!Eddie, bodyguard!Sirius, etc.)
ROCKSTAR!SIRIUS PLZ
Loveeee him! Thanks for requesting ml :)
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rockstar!Sirius x fem!reader ⥠612 words
Sirius pushes through the crowd of fans with all the politeness he can. Sorry, âscuse me, thanks for coming, excuse me. Itâs like trying to part the sea, but eventually he makes it to the door of his dressing room, slipping inside and shutting it hastily behind him.Â
âSirius!â Youâre upon him in a second, eyes ecstatic under your smudged makeup. âYou were amazing! Your solo, it was beyond anything Iâve seenâthat had to have been your best show on this tour.âÂ
âThanks, baby,â he says, and thatâs about as long as he can restrain himself. The adrenaline of the show is still thrumming in his veins, but itâs happy for a new outlet. You return the kiss with gusto, and Sirius isnât sure if itâs your sweat or his heâs tasting as you come up on your tiptoes, tongue sweeping over the inside of his top lip. Â
âPadsâChrist, mate, think you could hold off until the after party at least?â James says from the doorway. âYouâre neglecting your fans out here.âÂ
Sirius shoots him a sour look. âVIP pass gets them ten minutes each,â he says, leaving his hand tangled in your hair even when you step back slightly. âThey got what they paid for.âÂ
âSiri,â you say softly. âTheyâre your fans, they just want to see you. Be nice.âÂ
âI was nice,â he replies, though his tone is far kinder than the one heâd used with James. âI was nice to them for ten minutes each, sweetheart, and now I want some time with my girl.âÂ
âYou share a hotel room every night and sheâs at every one of our shows,â James points out. âYouâd think youâd get plenty of time with her.â He turns to you, brown eyes warm behind glasses still vaguely foggy from the exertion of performing. âNot that we arenât happy to have you, shortcake. We are.âÂ
You smile at him, speaking again before Sirius has the chance to reply. âWhat if you go out there for another half hour, honey, and then we can skip the after party and go straight to the hotel. Sound good?â
Sirius sighs, bending forward to lean his forehead against your shoulder dramatically. He knows heâs ruining his eyeliner, rubbing it against the sweaty skin of your collarbone, but he doesnât care. âI was already gonna skip the party,â he mutters.Â
You laugh, resting your hand atop his hair lightly. âJust an extra half hour. Then weâll go to the room, order room service, showerâŚâÂ
Youâre making your voice extra enticing, and it works. âFine,â he sighs, and James grins, slipping out and shutting the door behind him to give you two a moment of privacy. âTomorrow Iâm making you hold my hand all day,â he says, straightening with a groan. âIâm not letting you go until the next show.âÂ
âSounds good to me,â you reply gamely.Â
âIâll hold you to that,â he warns, heading for the door before he gets a chance to change his mind. âThere should be brownies in here somewhere, sweetheart. I requested them, you can eat them while Iâm gone.âÂ
Your lips part, features morphing into an adorable look of surprise. âYou made the venue bring brownies to your room for me?âÂ
Sirius shrugs, but heâs smirking. âYou said you were craving them. Gotta keep my girl happy.âÂ
You grab his collar, pressing your lips enthusiastically to his for a brief moment before you let him go. âThank you, baby,â you say, grinning hugely. âKnock âem dead out there. Donât let any girls make you sign their boobs.âÂ
âIâll do my best,â he promises, leaving you to your treat and stepping out into the hallway.Â
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well deserved 1k!!! i got inspired by the ones you posted yesterday
bodyguard!tasm!peter x reader (can be royal au or not)
i just love the use of spidey senses in fics, especially when being around reader fucks with peter's ability to focus đĽ°
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bodyguard!(tasm)Peter Parker x fem!reader ⥠845 words
Peter doesnât like to think of himself as being for hire. But, well, he does think of himself as a sort of civic employee. And money is tight. So if the mayor wants to pay Spiderman to keep an eye on his daughter after heâs gotten a few threats, itâs really his civic duty and a good business opportunity.Â
Still, heâd been expecting some bratty, snot-covered kid, not you, kind and his age and tongue-twistingly beautiful.Â
âIs this really the safest place for us to be?â you ask nervously.Â
âI, um, I think so,â Peter stammers, caught off-guard by how cinematic your hair looks blowing around in the wind (like, itâs fucking ridiculous). God, what is he doing? He doesnât think so, he knows so. Heâs supposed to be competent, in-charge, not some moony-eyed dunce. âNot many people can get this high other than me, so I figure if anyoneâs trying to get to you, we may as well make it difficult for them.âÂ
You hum your understanding, but you donât relax. Peter doesnât blame you; itâs easy for him to forget how scary heights were before he had the security of his web shooters, but he knows this drop must look terrifying. Youâre perched at the top of a tower across the street from where your dad is giving a speech. For reasons he hadnât seen fit to tell Peter (or Spiderman, whatever), the mayor seems to think that this would be a prime time for his political enemies to make a grab for you. Peter hopes itâs not because your dadâs about to say something stupid in front of this giant crowd and on live TV. Heâd only mentioned that heâd been getting a few more death threats than usual lately, and wanted to be extra sure you were safe.
Your shoe slips an inch, and you whimper, though youâre still feet away from the edge of the roof.Â
âYouâre okay,â Peter says quickly, moving closer to you. âListen, the last thing Iâm gonna do is let you fall. Itâd make me a pretty bad bodyguard, you know?âÂ
âI know,â you say, but youâre nearly panting, your chest rising and falling in shallow bursts as you try to keep your panic under control. âIâm sorry, itâs justâitâs a hard instinct to ignore.âÂ
âI get that,â he says sympathetically. Youâre all but sitting down against the sloped roof, fingers pressed to the metal as if you can dig your nails in to save yourself. Fuck, heâs gonna regret this. âI donât want to make you uncomfortable, but I could hold onto you if you want.âÂ
You donât even hesitate, nodding quickly. âThat would make me much more comfortable, actually.âÂ
Peter doesnât waste any time, breaching the gap between you and wrapping his arm securely around your waist. Youâre tense all over, and your nails bite into his shoulder as you grip it like a lifeline. Which, he supposes, you probably think it is. He feels his face grow warm under his mask as you press yourself up against him, but the proximity doesnât seem to phase you, all your concern still focussed on the hundred foot drop beneath you. Youâre shaking a little, and Peter feels guilty for not relieving you sooner, bringing his other arm around you to rub at the goosebumps on your upper arm hesitantly.Â
âThanks,â you murmur breathlessly, seeming to relax more now that heâs got both arms around you.Â
âNo problem.â Just doing my job, he thinks sarcastically. Feeling up a pretty girl.Â
He looks back at the podium across the street to realize the crowd has nearly doubled in size without him noticing. If you were distracting before, he doesnât even know what to call you now. He canât tell if his spidey sense is going haywire or if thatâs just his nerves, all fired-up from your proximity. Howâs he supposed to protect you if he canât think of anything but how good you smell?
âI really appreciate your help,â you say, voice sweeter now that itâs lost some of its panicked edge, âeven if I donât wholly approve of your methods.â Is that a teasing note he detects? He definitely wonât be able to split his focus if you start flirting with him. âMy dad doesnât let me in the loop on much, do you know if this is just a one-time thing? Or will I be seeing more of you?âÂ
Okay, fuck professionalism. âIâm not really sure,â Peter answers honestly, âbut your dad seems like a smart guy, and Iâm sure he doesnât want you to be vulnerable. I mean, youâre already a target because youâre the mayorâs daughter, but a pretty thing like you? You should probably be under full-time protection.âÂ
You really do slip then, gasping as your feet slide out from under you. Peter tugs you close to his side, not letting you move forward more than an inch. âEasy, easy,â he says as you clutch at him, trying to stabilize yourself. Now thereâs a little pink coloring your cheeks, too. âI gotcha.âÂ
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I'm not picky, can it be a jealous!fic with either poly!marauders or sirius or hell even peter parker????
Lol Iâm not sure this really counts as an au but sure! I imagine Sirius Black and his Slytherin babe arenât exclusive just yet, so I decided to use your request as an excuse to write him being a bit upset about that, thanks honey!
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Sirius Black x Slytherin!reader ⥠950 words
Sirius doesnât know why heâd talked his friends into coming to this stupid party in the first place. James is bickering with half of the Slytherin quidditch team, Remus is just emanating annoyance, and Sirius is watching you over the rim of his cup as you endeavor to swab the back of some seventh-yearâs throat with your tongue.Â
Heâd come to see you, obviously, but you donât even know heâs here, turned away from him where youâve backed the Slytherin boy up against the wall. Sirius knows itâs a bad idea, but he doesnât try to halt the natural course of his thoughts; he wonders if this bloke is biting your bottom lip the way you like, if he knows to kiss that place under your jaw that turns you to putty, if he appreciates how silky the hair heâs got his fingers tangled in is, how much work you put into making it that soft. Sirius knows too well what the fucker is feeling right now. How demanding you can be when you want something, fingernails digging into the soft skin of his shoulders, the way you tilt your chin to kiss up at him. He hopes this guy knows how good heâs got it, and he also hopes youâre not actually doing any of the things you do with Sirius.Â
The seventh-year grabs a handful of your ass, and thatâs it.Â
Sirius stalks across the room, pretending to be headed for the punch table before stumbling and tossing his drink down the boyâs pants.Â
âWhoops,â he says, not bothering to add much inflection to his voice as the boy looks at him in outrage. âSorry, mate.âÂ
âSirius.â Your eyebrows come together, lips swollen and eyes somewhat glazed. The sight makes Siriusâ blood thrum on instinct and memory, but he ignores it. âWhatâre youââ
âWhat the fuck, Black?â The Slytherin shoves him, and Sirius has to bite back a giggleâa giggle, how sadistic would that lookâitching for a fight. âYou and your friends are crashing Slytherin parties now just to pick fights?â
He thinks he sees a whoosh of red in his periphery, and wonders if itâs James or Remus thatâll be coming to his rescue, but then youâre stepping in front of him, so close that lovely hair is tickling his nose.Â
âRhodes,â you say sharply, and Sirius doesnât blame Rhodes for freezing. He would too, if you used that tone on him. âGo get cleaned up. Iâll handle this.âÂ
Rhodes curls his lip at Sirius as he goes towards the dorms, but Sirius isnât easily intimidated by people who run away. Then you whirl on him, and he sort of gets it.Â
âWhat the hell was that?â you ask, grabbing him by the sleeve and dragging him into a corner so youâre less of a spectacle. âWhat are you even doing here?â
âThought Iâd stop by and see what all the hype was about.â Sirius leans back against the wall, crossing his arms and looking about the room. âHave to say, Iâm not particularly impressed. The PDA at Gryffindor parties is at least usually tasteful.âÂ
You scoff at him, cocking an eyebrow. âYou wish we were having PDA at Gryffindor parties, Black.â Apparently Sirius doesnât respond quickly enough, or more likely something in his expression betrays him, because in the next second your own face sobers. âWe never said we were exclusive.âÂ
âI know that,â he says automatically, though in truth heâd never thought of it. Your relationship had been mostly casual thus far, but what needs could you have that Sirius wasnât meeting? What could you want from other guys? âI just didnât expect to be assaulted with the sight of it on a Thursday night.âÂ
You sigh as though Sirius is a difficult child you have to appease. âWell, when you come to my houseâs party without letting me know in advance, I canât exactly prepare to accommodate what you do or donât want to see.âÂ
Itâs all Sirius can do to keep his insouciant facade intact when you talk like that, as if heâs only one in your lineup of men, and the most demanding one at that. âOh?â he asks, flicking up a brow. âAnd would you not have been snogging whatâs-his-name if Iâd given you notice that Iâd be here?â
You look at him evenly. âIf Iâd known you would be here, I wouldnât have had to find someone else to snog.âÂ
âOh.â Oh. âWell, Iâm here now.â Not his best line, admittedly, but Sirius feels like he has whiplash, going from fighting to flirting in half a second. You had been fighting, hadnât you?Â
You actually smile at him, biting your bottom lip as if to contain it. âYou are.âÂ
âAnd apparently thereâs some sort of Slytherin distasteful PDA tradition to keep up, isnât there?â
You shrug. âDepends on who you ask, I suppose.âÂ
âWell.â Sirius presses his hand to the small of your back, getting in your space. âI think we ought to take up the mantle, gorgeous.âÂ
You cast your eyes about the room as if nervous who will see, and Sirius stops, pulling back a bit to give you a sober look.Â
âUnless you want to go somewhere else?â he asks, doing his best to let you know that itâs okay if thatâs what you do want.Â
You gnaw on your lip for a second, then shake your head, your eyes hardening decisively. âNo,â you say, placing a hand on either side of his face. âBest not mess with tradition, right?â
Sirius nods so ardently you have to hold him still to kiss him, feigning exasperation, but he can feel your smile as it lines up with his.Â
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you made think of royalty au princess!reader x bodyguard!sirius mutual pining where they have both harbored a secret crush on each other but had to hide it for years because of their duty/position, only to find out that princess!reader is the queenâs illegitimate child and therefore unfit to marry the neighboring kingdomâs prince, delighted that her engagement has been annulled she goes to tell her faithful bodyguard and to confesses her feelings for him once and for all, while he (bodyguard!sirius) hasnât heard the news yet goes to confess his feelings for her because he canât take it anymore and is surprised by her confession
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bodyguard!Sirius x fem!reader ⥠1.8k words
Sirius goes a little bit crazy every time he canât be with you. He tells himself itâs a side effect of his position, that every moment youâre out of sight carries with it the potential for danger, but heâs come to know better than that over the last few years. It doesnât matter if another very competent guard is on shift with you, or if youâre being escorted by a whole team of his best guysâitâs torture nonetheless, not necessarily because heâs worried about you, but simply because heâs away from you.Â
That probably explains the acute upset forming somewhere behind his sternum as he waits outside the doors to your parentsâ room. Though far from a ceremonial meeting place, itâs the most secure room in the palace, so when your mother had said she and your father needed to speak with you alone, Sirius had no choice but to comply. Youâve been having a lot of these family meetings in the weeks following your engagement, though he canât figure what about this one could call for such secrecy. Maybe confidential information on relations between your nation and your betrothedâs, or something like that. As much as he hates leaving you in there alone, Sirius is glad he doesnât have to stand impassively by the wall and listen to plans for your marriage.Â
He can tell you donât love the prince, not that it matters. He doesnât think the prince loves you either. All thatâs required of either of you is the appearance of affability in public. Romance was never part of the equation, and youâve long since accepted that even if Sirius hasnât. Heâs been thinking about it for weeks, how different his life would become once you're another manâs wife. Heâd have to help you weave yourself into the princeâs life, deliver you to your shared bed every night and pick you up every morning as if he didn't know what mightâve happened there, watch as you potentially fall in love with someone else. And love probably would blossom between you and the prince in time. Itâs not easy to avoid when you spend so long around someone; Sirius would know.Â
He decided just last night that he wouldnât be able to handle it. He wrote his letter of resignation this morning. Heâs going to tell you before he submits it to his boss because itâd feel like a betrayal to do it without you knowing, but he's made up his mind. Heâll stay for a few weeks to train his replacement and then bow out the day before your wedding. Sirius hopes youâre still open to being friends, but heâs not foolish enough to think heâll get to see you anywhere near as often while youâre running a kingdom thousands of miles away. Heâs just going to have to nurse his throbbing heart while he searches for a new job.Â
The door to your parents room opens softly, but Sirius stiffens as if it had screamed on its hinges. You emerge looking as graceful as you always do, but there are tearstains on your pretty cheeks. Sirius assesses you quickly, though thereâs no indication thereâs been any threat other than some sort of bad news. Your face isnât blotchy, and the tracks are faint, as though youâd tried to wipe them away without a mirror to guide you. Whatever caused your upset, you seem to have mostly recovered from it now. Still, Siriusâ heart aches at the sight of you.Â
âEverything okay, Princess?â he asks, and itâs a business question but put in his gentlest tone.Â
âYeah,â you say, and despite your prim appearance, the breathy quality of your voice gives away your discomposure. You glance out the window. âCan we, um, take a walk outside, please?â
Sirius has always appreciated that youâre kind enough to ask when you know you donât have to, though he wishes you wouldnât just now. âOf course.â He opens the door for you, nodding to the guard posted outside as he follows you through.Â
The weather has cooled recently, signaling the beginning of autumn even though the leaves have yet to change colors. Itâs your favorite season. (Another thing, Sirius thinks with some bitterness, which he knows and your future husband wonât.) You look to be enjoying it well enough, face tipped towards the sun and breathing deeply like youâre trying to rejuvenate yourself. Sirius decides to withhold his questions about your tears for the time being, to give you a chance to get back to your usual content self.Â
âIs something wrong?â you ask without opening your eyes.Â
âIâŚwith me? No,â he lies. âIâm just a little worried about you, angel. Why do you ask?â
âYouâre clicking your tongue like you do when youâre thinking hard.âÂ
Sirius almost laughs, itâs such a bizarre thing to pick up on. But youâre right, and he stops.
You grow used to someoneâs presence when you spend eight hours of every day around them. Sirius knows which of your laughs is the real one, and which is put on for someone elseâs benefit. He can tell which clothes youâre going to reach for before you decide what to wear based on how youâre feeling that day. He knows how you like your tea, and what dishes from the kitchen you secretly have to choke down, and that you prefer to use the servantâs passages when you can get away with it because you donât always feel like being stopped to talk in the hallways.Â
But Sirius is expected to know those things. Itâs part of his job. What had surprised him was when you started revealing how much you knew. It had started small (âYou okay, Siri? You seem quiet todayâ) but soon the stores of information youâd been covertly gathering on him began to spill out of you. You started making him coffee after lunchtime when you knew he'd be having his afternoon crash, youâd switched to candles when youâd noticed your incense irritating his allergies, heâd found the pantries stocked with his favorite foods and the chef told him youâd requested them specifically. You didnât have to do any of that, but the fact that you did anyway just shows the kind of person you are. Itâs part of why Sirius is so painfully in love with you.Â
âI have been thinking,â he says carefully, âand thereâs something I want to talk to you about, but it can wait. Do you want to tell me what got you so rattled in there?â
You take a breath, sitting down on a nearby bench and patting the space next to you. Sirius knows he should really stay standing, keep scanning the area, but he checks nonverbally with the guard nearest and, receiving a nod, sits beside you. You look like youâre steadying yourself.
âHey,â he says softly, placing his hand atop yours. âWhatâs going on, sweetheart? Are you alright?â
âYeah,â you reply, leaning closer to him in that familiar way heâs going to miss. âYeah, sorry, I am. It was a mix of good and bad, actually. Um, Iâm not the kingâs daughter.âÂ
Sirius blinks, almost pulling away in shock. Of all the things heâd been expecting you to say, that one hadnât made the list. âYouâre not?â
You shake your head, looking distantly at the rose bushes in front of you. âNo. My mom had an affair with someâsome merchant, I guess. Heâs dead now.â Your voice is detached, as if youâre talking of someone you read about in the paper rather than your biological father. âHe died a few days ago, apparently. Thatâs when my mom finally decided to tell myâthe king.â
Sirius turns toward you more fully, setting his hand on your knee. He canât imagine what youâre going through, all this information all at once, the fabric of your life torn and revealed to be thin as paper. âWhat does that mean for you?âÂ
âIâm still a princess, butââ you blow out a breath, disturbing the pieces of hair around your face ââitâs weird. The royal line is through my father, so I donât have any official power or anything. But I still get to live here, play the part. Like a figurehead or something.â You look at him for the first time, something surprisingly like hope in your gaze. âBut since I donât have royal blood, I canât marry the prince.âÂ
Sirius freezes, not allowing himself any outward reaction. His heart contracts for your loss even as his own selfish joy makes him dizzy.
 âAre you okay?â he asks. Itâs almost a whisper.Â
âI shouldnât be,â you reply, just as softly. âHeâs a decent man, and the best alliance we could have hoped for. But honestly, Iâm relieved.âÂ
Sirius lets out a breath, thumb stroking your knee soothingly. âThatâs understandable, angel. Youâve just had your whole world shaken up, itâd be a lot to have to move to another kingdom after all that.âÂ
âI mean, I didnât love him.â You shrug, and Sirius grins at the bizarre lightness with which you talk of your marriage. Youâre coming back to yourself slowly, even if there still seems to be something holding you back. Then you begin to gnaw at your bottom lip, your dead giveaway that youâre feeling nervous. Sirius waits. âI donât think I ever could have loved him, honestly. ThereâsâŚthereâs always been someone else Iâd rather be with.âÂ
Sirius thinks heâs stopped breathing. Itâs a good thing heâd put another guard in charge of watching your perimeter, because heâs definitely not capable of it right now. âYeah?â he asks quietly.Â
You nod, and he feels awful for your lip, the poor mistreated thing. âYeah. I, um, I understand if itâs too weird for you, Siri. I just, Iâm sorry. I feel like I have to tell you.â You let out a little laugh, pitched high by nerves but real. âItâs a day for confessions, apparently.âÂ
âSweetheart.â He squeezes your knee, and you jolt a little. He waits until youâre looking at him to speak. âI have loved you for so long, I couldnât even tell you when it started. I never wouldâveâŚâ he shakes his head, feeling as though heâs in a dream. âI didnât think there was anything I could do about it. I was about to hand in my resignation todayââ your eyes widen in horror ââbecause I couldnât stand to watch you marry someone else.âÂ
âSirius,â you say sharply, taking both his hands in yours like heâs going to run off on you if you donât secure him. âYou canât resign. Youâre going to stay, now, right? Youâll stay?â
âOf fucking course Iâm staying.â He grins, and you mirror it somewhat dazedly. âAngel, are you kidding me? Theyâre gonna have to drag me away from my shifts after this.â
âI could always hide you in my room,â you propose. âIâll bring you food and everything.âÂ
âTempting, gorgeous. I might take you up on that.â Sirius runs his thumb over your knuckles, relishing in the new intimacy of the familiar gesture. âCanât believe you go to confess to me first. Typical of you to have all the power.âÂ
You scoff incredulously. âShut up,â you say, but youâre smiling, and thatâs all he wanted.
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college au tasm!peter who's a photographer for the college newspaper and reader is a writer?
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photographer!(tasm)Peter Parker x reporter!reader ⥠761 words
âPeter, these are gorgeous,â you breathe, leafing through the pictures heâs brought you of the protest near campus. âI mean, itâs heartbreaking, and they show that, but theyâre soâŚjust, great job.âÂ
Peter grins, leaning against your desk with a smile thatâs half-sheepish, but you can tell heâs proud of his work. He should be. âThanks,â he says. âDid you already write the article? This is supposed to go out tomorrow, right?âÂ
You bite your lip. âI did,â you admit, âbut now Iâm thinking Iâve got some editing to do. Thereâs so much emotion in these, I feel like youâve definitely upped the bar for my writing.â You say it as if itâs a joke, but really you mean it, and Peter frowns like he can tell.Â
âYour writingâs amazing, and you always kill these kinds of community-minded, emotional stories.â He nudges your chair with his knee, reprimanding. âDonât sell yourself short. Can I read what you have?â
You hesitate. Letting someone else read your work before itâs finished always feels weirdly vulnerable, even when youâre mostly reporting on facts. You havenât picked the exact right words yet, phrased your ideas the way thatâll convey them to readers exactly like you want, but Peterâs eyes are soft and warm in the light from your desk lamp, and he always gets what he wants out of you in the end.Â
You turn your laptop toward him, letting him scroll freely.Â
Peter stoops over your desk, and he nods as he reads, eyes moving quickly over the typed lines. Youâre doing your best not to look like youâre watching him, but you grow uneasy when a crease appears between his eyebrows. At first itâs shallow, then not so much.Â
âWow,â Peter breathes as he finishes, looking up at you like youâve broken his heart. Whatever youâve done, youâre immediately sorry for it. âThat wasâŚshit, you donât have to worry about missing the mark on emotion. The passion in that, it was incredible, sweetheart.âÂ
Your heart jumps from your stomach right up to your throat. Sweetheart.Â
âYou really think so?â you ask, then realize it sounds like youâre fishing for compliments. âI mean, you didnât think the ending was too abrupt?âÂ
Peter shakes his head as he straightens, still looking somewhat awed. âNo, I donât think you should change anything. You really made me feel it, you know? It was so powerful.âÂ
You hope the dim light is hiding the flush you can feel coming to your cheeks. âItâs a powerful topic,â you say, taking back your laptop and skimming over the draft. âYou can feel how much the protestors care, from both the interviews and the pictures.â Your finger hesitates above the trackpad. âYou donât think it felt too long, though?âÂ
Peter makes a scoffing sound, and you look up to find him grinning at you incredulously. âStop,â he says, shutting your laptop for you carefully. âYou know what I think? I think itâs too late to still be here. Your draft is already perfect, you should go home.âÂ
You frown, glancing out the window. It had gotten dark without you even really noticing. âYeah, I guess I will,â you concede. âYou should, too.âÂ
âI am,â he says, but doesnât move. Neither do you, sensing that he has something more he wants to say. Peter fiddles with his backpack strap. âHey, have you had dinner yet?â
You shake your head. âIâve been here since just after lunch.âÂ
âThatâs too long,â he laughs. âWould you let me take you for something to eat?â
You all but freeze, looking up at him. Heâs as lovely as he always is, hair fluffy from constantly dragging his hand through it and features softened in the lamplight. Your mouth is dry, and still you swallow. âLikeâŚlike as friends, orâŚ?âÂ
Peterâs smile is actually shy. âI was thinking as a date, but only if you want it to be. I donât want to make things weird, ifââ
âNo,â you say quickly. âNo, a date is good. IâdâŚIâd like that.âÂ
Peter grins so hugely that even his eyes get in on the action, creasing at the corners. âYeah? Nice.â Then you grab your laptop, and those eyes narrow suspiciously. âYouâre not going to keep working on that, are you?â
âAt dinner? No,â you reassure him, stuffing the computer into your bag. âBut after I get home, yeah. I still have some edits I want to make.âÂ
He exhales, and itâs half exasperation, half amusement. âYouâre relentless,â he says, opening the door for you.Â
âLike I said, you set a high bar.â
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pirate!Eddie Munson x fem!reader ⥠897 words
You keep your eyes steadfastly on the horizon, scanning for any sign of land. The water gleams blue-black in the moonlight, and youâre not sure if you could make out a landmass even if there was one, but you donât have anything better to do.Â
âYou gonna stay there the whole time?â The boy drawls from his hammock. Itâs the same one whoâd helped you onto the ship earlier with long-fingered, calloused hands. âYou sea sick or something?âÂ
âNo,â you huff. âJust thinking of making a swim for it.âÂ
The pirate snorts. âHow far are you thinking you can swim, sweetheart? The closest land is the island we picked you up on.â You turn to him, and you must look as ferocious as you feel, because he raises his hands in a lazy donât-shoot gesture. âHey, youâre welcome to go back if thatâs what you want. Since apparently being rescued doesnât suit you.âÂ
âBut rescued by whom?â you spit. âBeing stuck with pirates doesn't seem like a very good alternative to being stranded.âÂ
His mouth curls up on the right side. âYou make us sound so nefarious, gorgeous. Weâre trying to make ends meet, just like everyone else.âÂ
âEveryone else seems capable of staying within the law.âÂ
âBut whose law?â You make no answer, and after a minute, he climbs out of his hammock. You stiffen as he comes towards you but donât allow yourself to move away, even when he leans against the edge of the ship, barely a foot from you. âI think we got off on the wrong foot,â he says, and the gentleness of his tone surprises you. âWhatâs your name?âÂ
You narrow your eyes. Isnât that sort of thing valuable information to a pirate? What if they think to hold you for ransom?
If heâs put out by your silence, he doesnât show it. âFair enough. Mineâs Eddie.âÂ
He sticks out a hand, and you shake it warily, eyeing the knife at his belt all the while.Â
âListen,â he goes on, undeterred by your hostility. âI know you probably have lots of ideas about pirates, and how weâre all wild, evil brutes, but no one here is going to hurt you.â He looks you in the eye, raising his eyebrows imploringly. âI promise, okay? Weâre hoping to make land by the end of the week, and then you can run if you want, or I can help you figure out how to get wherever you wanna go. Sound good?âÂ
You look at him, the contrast between the warm brown of his eyes and the cold steel of his knife confusing you. You donât know if you can trust him, but you suppose you donât have much choice.Â
âOkay,â you say finally. âWhy would you do that, though? Why even bother taking me with you?âÂ
Eddie shrugs, relaxing a bit now that you no longer look like youâre going to take a dive over the edge of the ship. âWhy not? Weâve got enough food to feed an extra mouth, and weâre still making money whether we help people out or not.âÂ
Making moneyâŚâThrough robbery, you mean.âÂ
Eddie doesnât bristle like you expect him to. âDepends on who you ask. If one group of people takes money from another and we intercept it somewhere in the middle, is it any more stolen than it already was?âÂ
You go quiet again, and Eddie gives you a soft sort of smile. âIâm not trying to lecture you, sweetheart, I just want you to understand that weâre not bad guys. At least,â he allows, âwe donât see ourselves that way. Youâre safe here.âÂ
âAlright,â you say quietly, finding yourself closer and closer to believing him. âThank you.âÂ
Eddieâs grin looks almost goofy. âNo thanks necessary,â he assures you. âThink you might be able to sleep now, though? I find being stuck on a ship with the same people every day does not mix well with sleep deprivation. Donât need you getting snappy with the Captain tomorrow.âÂ
You gnaw on your lip, looking warily around the ship for a safe corner to curl up in. You donât want to go below deck with the rest of the men, but you donât like the idea of one of them stumbling upon you up here in the morning either.Â
Eddie seems to wisen to your dilemma, nodding pensively. âYou can have my hammock, if you want. Iâve got an extra few blankets, I could make myself a bed right next to it so nobody bothers you.âÂ
You look at him hopefully, too exhausted and on edge to feel guilty. âReally?â
He chuckles, nudging you in the direction of the hammock. âSure, sweetheart. Weâll figure out something better in the morning.âÂ
You climb into the hammock, shifting around awkwardly until you find a comfortable position. You watch over the edge as Eddie folds the blankets heâs stored nearby, making a little sleeping pad for himself. You try to imagine this boy holding his knife to a sailorâs throat, laughing at bloodshed, burning villages to the ground. He looks up at you as he gets settled, flashing you a smile and a dorky thumbs-up. You canât picture it.Â
âGoodnight,â you say quietly, letting your body relax into its fabric cradle.Â
âSleep tight,â Eddie sing-songs, and with that last reassurance, you let the shushing of the waves lull you to sleep.
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Thank you guys sososo much for 1k!!! I love writing for this blog and it makes me insanely happy that you seem to like reading what I put out! Being on here and getting to interact with y'all has become such a bright and happy part of my day. Hope you guys enjoy celebrating this little blog milestone with me :D
ââşââMae's Fall Playlistââşââ
Warm Glow - send a character + headcannon and Iâll give some thoughts on it In a Week - send a character + au and I'll write a blurb for it (like vampire!Eddie, bodyguard!Sirius, etc.) Between the Bars - send me a character + a scenario or mood and I'll make a little playlist for it Two Ghosts - send autumn/Halloween-specific prompts! Fade Into You - send me a specific reader (sunshine!reader, shy!reader, etc.) + a character for a little blurb Hate to be Lame - letâs play some games! Fmk, would you rather, whatever strikes your fancy Cinnamon Girl - tell me something! I love chatting with yâall :)
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LETS PLAY A GAME
FMK: TAMS!Peter Parker, Spencer Reid, and James Potter
sincerely, :]
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OOF you went right for the jugular with this one dude! They're all such sweetheart's I can't!!! Okay okay, fuck tasm!Peter (I just know he's got insane skills), marry my Jamie, and ugh I guess I'll have to (very very gently and kindly) kill poor Spence :((
I'M SORRY
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