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dearharriet · 2 months

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So It Goes; Sirius B. 🐇

summary: being sirius black’s illusionist might not require being cut in half, but he finds other ways to challenge you.

word count: ~2K

warnings: pg-13 sexual content, fem!r, illusionist!r, magician!sirius, possessive!sirius, original character (for the plot), blindfold (non-sexual), groping, foreplay

note: i named the oc in this after leon kennedy because i had just watched that video of ethel cain talking abt him so it was the freshest name in my mind. also psa i am not a swiftie i just listen to her music :0

The audience is the third member of every scene. That’s any performer’s rule of thumb. What the watcher feels, where they’ve been, who they are—all of it precedes any preparation you do for a performance, no matter how important it feels.

You like to attribute the feeling to destruction. The crowd takes hard work and taints it with their emotions, taunting you. It’s unbearable.

When you shared that notion with Sirius—loitering backstage before a show—he snickered about it for days on end.

Sirius, in true chaotic fashion, loves the unpredictability of an audience. He’s always been partial to voyeurs—in and out of professional settings—and he likes to be surprised.

What’s worse is that he likes to surprise you.

“Ladies and Gents,” Sirius projects out into the darkness. The double-tiered theater is one of the bigger venues you’ve performed at, seating just shy of three hundred people.

Sirius is perfectly at ease, strolling leisurely across the stage in a tuxedo, the silver image of a charming magician.

“For our next feat, my illusionist and I will need a volunteer.”

Your head snaps toward Sirius—stage smile falling ever so slightly. He’s already looking your way, smug and colored with mischief. He’s improvising.

Reinstating your smile to its full magnitude, you turn it back to the dark theater, watching hands shoot up from every seat. In your peripheral, Sirius retreats upstage, signaling for you to make your selection.

You play up a show of indecisiveness, tapping a manicured nail to your chin. “Hmm. Well, we need someone strong. We wouldn’t want to send anybody to the hospital tonight.”

A few hands drop then, slimming your options down a bit. Good. Eyeing the rows of people, you suddenly find an opportunity to get Sirius back.

“I think I like our friend here in the front,” you drawl, batting your lashes and pointing delicately. “In the suit.”

The man in question raises his brows, looking to his left and right. He’s young and decently handsome, nothing like Sirius, but just good-looking enough to poke the bear. His hand hadn’t been raised, but if Sirius won’t play by the rules then neither will you.

You hum sensually, beckoning him up with a curled finger, which he follows. You’ve been told you have a presence like a viper onstage, like you’re constantly poised for a fatal strike, and you consider that this might motivate people to obey you.

As the well-dressed man steps gingerly off of the top step, you meet him with a hand around his tie, coaxing him further under the intense lights; Sirius does this often when he calls pretty girls onstage, maneuvering them around by the smalls of their backs just to piss you off. Some nights the crowd laughs at their flushed cheeks, other nights they swoon. The group tonight is dead silent, pinned under a mountain of anticipation.

You envy them, considering you know no more about what will happen next than they do. They get to be silent, but for you, the show must go on.

Arriving center stage, you meet Sirius with an unhappy sidelong glance. Your victim sways awkwardly where you’ve parked him.

“Don’t worry, handsome.” You pat his lapel. “Sirius will tell you what we need from you.”

The man laughs nervously, provoking a scatter of teasing giggles from the audience.

You and Sirius trade sides then, circling behind the man like hungry wolves. As he passes you, Sirius slips a silky belt of fabric into your hand, a challenging eyebrow raised.

“Right, sir. What’s your name?”

“Er, Leon,” says the volunteer, his voice shy.

“Leon, everybody!” Sirius booms, throwing his and Leon’s arms open for applause. The crowd whistles their approval. Leon’s face blooms red like the flower in Sirius’ coat pocket, and worse when you step into his space with the blindfold.

“Alright, alright.” Sirius settles the crowd. “My darling assistant has something for you, Leon.”

Quirking a brow, you take your supposed queue, lifting the cloth to his eye level.

“Don’t be scared,” you murmur, just loud enough so that only the three of you on stage can hear. Leon releases a tense breath, holding your gaze.

Watching from beside you, Sirius’ lips pull into a petty smirk.

“Darling, don’t tease him. Let him put the blindfold on you.”

He says it like it’s obvious, as if there’s a clear protocol for the trick that he’s pulling from thin air. The audience is easily fooled by his cool confidence, but your cheeks still flush in embarrassment under your stage makeup.

Leon deflates—counting his blessings, you’re sure. Being unexpectedly blinded in a dark room full of people isn’t exactly calming. Reluctantly, you pile the dark fabric into his palm and turn around, accepting your twisted fate.

“Make sure it’s nice and tight, Leo,” Sirius orders as your eyes are covered. “We can’t have her cheating.”

You huff at that. There’s an entire choreographed illusion being discarded purely for Sirius’ amusement—if anyone’s cheating, it’s him.

Once the blindfold is securely fastened over your eyes, Sirius sets out to assemble the rest of the trick, which includes leading Leon upstage.

“We’ll leave our illusionist up here for a moment,” announces Sirius before he goes. “She’s pretty enough to keep you all entertained.”

Something about his words lights a match in your belly, made all the worse by your impaired vision. Without a means of looking back at the snickering audience, you’re little more than a statue to be gaped at.

Luckily, Sirius is a jealous man, so he doesn’t leave you squirming under their watchful eyes for long. As he takes your waist in a theatrical lead, he whispers silkily into your ear.

“You really know how to pick ‘em, eh?” A shiver creeps down your spine, and you almost trip in your heels. Sirius’ hot breath oozes over you, the hair on the back of your neck picking up. “Let’s hope your aim is as good without your eyes.”

As you ponder whatever that might mean, Sirius disappears, and then returns moments later. Whatever he brings back has the crowd gasping, scandalized or awestruck. It’s all you can do to hope it’s not a live animal.

“Folks,” he begins, and by the sound of it he’s center stage again, keeping the show rolling. “Our next act needs no introduction.”

Sirius comes to you, pressing something cool and heavy into your hands. It only takes you a few seconds to identify it as a bow, and you can’t tamp down your resulting outburst.

“Are you mental?” you hiss at Sirius as he folds an arrow into your free hand. He laughs, mocking your panic. Big hands grip your waist, manhandling you into a proper position, and you're nearly beyond performing, ready to shout at the delighted audience that this is really very scary and they should go home immediately.

Sirius leans in, pressing his chest close to your back, his upstage hand kneading secretly at your hip.

“Leon, are you ready over there?”

Far away, you hear Leon choke nervously. “Er, as I’ll ever be.”

The crowd chitters.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared?” The smile is audible in Sirius’ voice. He’s getting a kick out of this.

“Of taking an arrow to the head? Yeah.”

Sirius grips your waist tight, feeling over the fabric of your costume bodice, but his voice is opposingly saccharine.

“My girl’s got great aim. She’d never hit you anywhere fatal.”

As the crowd guffaws at Sirius’ dark humor, you bite your lip, figuring there’s no more preamble to delay the inevitable. You notch the arrow into the bowstring and draw.

Barely breathing, you don’t realize that Sirius has left your side until his words register from somewhere else, between you and Leon. You try to listen to what he’s saying, but it’s near impossible to hear over the blood pulsing in your ears.

An arrow-in-the-apple trick isn’t beyond your and Sirius’ skill level, but it is a skill. One that you only know how to do with Sirius, and you’re frantically trying to correct your posture to the height difference Leon has.

“Can I get a countdown from the audience?”

The audience counts ten aching seconds in unison, dread pooling in your gut as they inch closer to one.

By the time they reach the final number you’re shaking, but you loose the arrow without a second thought. It whizzes by your clothed eyes, and a second later thumps into something hollow.

You can hardly breathe, hardly think, putting all your energy into keeping a grip on the hefty bow in your hands.

In the theater, an eruption of cheers commences, and you untie the blindfold as artfully as you can with shaking fingers. The stage lights hit your eyes harshly, leaving the audience a cacophonous void, but you’re more invested in the fate of Leon.

Squinting at the other side of the stage, you don’t find Leon at all, but Sirius standing perfectly still under an arrow-pierced apple. It barely cleared his head.

As your eyes adjust, you find Leon safe and sound in his front row seat, smiling guiltily up at you.

“I could have killed him.”

The dressing room vanity digs into your ass as Sirius presses you up against it, licking down your neck.

“So?” he replies flippantly, fingering the top of your stockings.

“So?” you repeat, incredulous.

“Yeah, so what? Who cares?”

You grind your teeth to halt your immediate response. He’s baiting you, tricking you into some kind of admission that could feed his jealous instincts.

“I’m not super fond of becoming Mistress Manslaughter,” you joke dryly.

Sirius scoffs into your throat, sucking harshly at a spot below your ear.

“Yeah, right. Like I’d let you do that trick with anyone but me.” He palms your tits to punctuate his statement.

You moan, holding each end of his undone bow tie like a lifeline. His sleek black hair smells ever so slightly of apple, citrusy and sweet.

“Why bring him up at all, then?” you ask. “Why bother?”

Sirius lifts his head, panting.

“Cause, babe. I love a twist ending.” He winks garishly, prompting an eye roll from you. You prepare to return his attitude, but Sirius interrupts you. “I’m through talking about—” a slovenly kiss to your jaw,“—what’s-his-face.”

“Leon.”

Sirius bumps you up onto the vanity surface, pushing his hands up your skirt. His mouth and neck are covered in your red lipstick, his eyes dilated.

“How about you stop saying his name, and start saying mine?”

Lifting an eyebrow, you gently push at Sirius’ shoulders. His breath catches—so subtly you almost miss it, but nevertheless—as he kneels willingly before you.

“How about you give me a reason, and I’ll think about it,” you retort.

Achingly slow, Sirius starts to peel the fabric of your underwear off of your hips. You rest back onto the mirror, slotting a hand into his tousled hair. His mouth bites teasingly at your stockings where his fingers just were, but you know they’ll stay on. He likes them too much to remove them.

As your underwear hits the floor, Sirius slides you to the edge of the table, pinning you under his heated gaze.

“I think I can give you more than one.”

thank you for reading! 🏹

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idanceuntilidie · 5 months

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In the Aurora Circus

Yandere circus performers ocs x gn reader Warning; metions of kidnapping, yandere themes, being tied up and not in the fun way.

Also you will meet Henry and his love is and will be only platonic, the rest is romantic. Thank you very much. Almost 1000 words someone give me a medal and hot chocolate.

I think my sugar is low- if you want to ask me about everyone you meet go on more might come soon

You start to think that everyone in the circus likes you, but not in a friendly, bestie type of way. Hell you think they all love you. They love you like Kit and Hero. It might be their fault, and it makes sense!

Since they brought you here you swear the air shifted in the circus.

It started with one of the dancers, Kit by accident left the trailers door open, a spark of hope was lit in your brain. It burned bright, but you swear her eyes twinkled when she saw you. Her cheeks burned red, and she just backed away. The gag that hero shoved into your mouth stopped you from screaming.

Ox wanted to talk with Kit, he was starting to act odd, and she just wanted to see if anything was wrong. Sure, he and Hero mentioned something about crush but it could mess with the shows, and she just wants the best for everyone. When she finally got to that trailer, she noticed the door being open, when she got closer, she saw someone sitting on the bed, tied up, (e/c) eyes staring at her. Her heart fluttered. You poor thing, tied up and all. She didn’t move, just watched, will you try to scream? Whine? You are already shaking with fear, why not try to scream? She doesn’t know where this fascination came from, but she didn’t mind. Ox never thought she would say this, but you looked cute. Like a hopeless bunny, it made her heart flutter. Her cheeks burned. She needs to go, back away. And so, she did, but she will visit you tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow you will try to scream.

The next came those twin clowns, this time the door was closed, and you were just sitting and reading a book. When all of the sudden you saw two clowns' storm into the trailer. They looked like they were running from something. “Jesus J this was too much!” One of them whispered yelled, the second one scoffed. “C It’s fine, she needed a little bit of stress relief-” The words died in his mouth, yours too you didn’t know what you say. The twins didn’t also. So you just both stayed like that, silently staring at each other. The one called C looked at you then at J. “Holy shit Kit and Hero kidnapped a pretty person”

C got smacked at the back of the head by J. The other one winced in pain, while J shushed his twin. “You never saw us here, but for once in his entire lifetime, you are cute, but sadly sweetheart this isn’t our business.”

They started to push C towards the exit. “See you later Hun”- J blew a kiss towards you.

“Hey wait-”

They fucked up again, prank gone wrong, Ox was pissed let’s say they decided to mess a bit with her make up. They needed to hide, and they knew Kit and Hero were gone because they needed to buy some stuff. C suggested they hide in their trailer. So, they did, but they didn’t expect to find someone in there. Both of them were speechless. After that little one-sided conversation, they ran away again. This time they hid in the tent. “You saw what I saw?” J wheezed. C nodded eagerly. “An angel”- C sighed dreamily, they did expect for J they him again, but they just nodded agreeing with them. So this was the famous crush of Kits and Heros. They too quiet but, J had to admit they were a little attractive. They felt bad, his heart aching with guilt. They ignored the chatter of C rambling about how heavenly you were. They were right, you were. It made him wonder if they could see you again, and so did C.

You third meeting was actually with the owner of the circus, since he heard some rumors, he wanted to see what in the hell was going on. Henry was his name, Kit told you about him, tall scary and tired old man who got this circus after his parents died. He made the show go on. He saved many performs from becoming homeless, like Kit. You were sweating bullets, but you were a little hopeful now. Maybe he would help you get out, but when he agreed on letting you stay you swear you felt your heart sink. You were speechless, Kit and Hero were so happy. You felt like your life ended right there. But for Henry, he delt like he had a new kid to take care of and raise, and well more performers.

Your spirits dropped after meeting Henry, Kit and Hero kept taking care of you. You felt like a doll, and it felt like shit. After some time, they even let you roam around. You tried to avoid Ox, you think you saw J and C running away from Henry this time. You chuckled at that, but backed away so they wouldn’t see you.

So that’s how you stumbled upon Lio, the magician. So he was the fourth one you met here after getting kidnapped. You loved his shows and seeing him up close was magical. He made few tricks, possibly a warmup. You think he was ready for the main thing when you saw him looking at you. He was smiling and gesturing you to come closer. Lio saw you roaming around the circus, he thought might give you a small show. The way you were looking at him made him chuckle and smile. Maybe you would be his little assistant for a while, so he decided to invite you in. He showed you a couple of tricks, and even thought you some. You were so happy, he always liked to make people smile, but yours was enchanting. You must have put a spell on him because damn, he can’t think about anything else but you.

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nyghtskye · 1 month

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I figured I'd use this opportunity to share again that i do in fact also make art and have been loving baldurs gate 3 so here's a portrait of my Durge!

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lydiacreative · 2 years

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The magician . * ･｡ﾟ☆

Manifest the life you want ★

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ssksscrapboard · 4 months

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d'oh Mai you sneaky witch (not really lmao)

Happy St Nick Day y'all

#super #mario #bros #oc #mario oc #mario bros oc #super mario oc #female #boo #showtime #magician #SSKOCs #mai

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trashytoastboi · 1 year

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hello !! could i request hawkins , fujitora and X-drake with a fem!s/o who shows affection through giving gifts like candy and little snacks because she’s afraid to initiate physical contact , ty !! 💖

Heyya! 🍞 Of course, this was such a cute ask! So thank you for allowing me to write it! Sorry for the long wait and hope you enjoy~🍀

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Headcanons: Hawkins, Fujitora, X-Drake with F! S/O who shows affection through giving gifts because she is afraid to initiate physical contact.

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Basil Hawkins

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🔮 Hawkins developed a habit of always looking before he sits down. {Name}, his dearest partner had a penchant for leaving little presents and tokens all over but occasionally on his chair or preferred seats. Mostly, so Hawkins knew it was for him. She always left the most fascinating little knickknacks, all things that would interest Hawkins. Sometimes it was little pendants, or pretty flowers she picked. Hawkins appreciated everything he received.

🔮 He knew his partner well, truly sweet and shy when it came to expressing herself. Her gifts were her affection as she always hesitated to initiate physical affection. It's not that {Name} didn't like it, in fact she loves it. It was just challenging for her to be the one to initiate it. And she never wanted Hawkins to misunderstand and think that she wasn't interested which is why she adopted the little gift system.

🔮 {Name} would usually hang around after leaving him a present, somewhere out of sight where she could see his reaction to the gift. Usually he'd pick it up, inspect it and flash a small smile that made her heart melt. It was interesting to see how soft Hawkins is with {Name} in regards to his mannerisms. Many people thought it odd to see the pirate showing such a meek demeanour.

🔮 Hawkins usually would initiate physical contact as {Name} felt hesitant to do so. As a means of thanks he would give her hugs or little kisses, sometimes he'd kiss the back of her hand much like an old fashioned gentleman. {Name} enjoyed the affection and appreciated all of Hawkins reactions.

🔮 Hawkins at first used to read the cards challenging himself to guess where, and what would be left for him by {Name}. The vague words made it difficult to decipher but the intent always came across clearly. Hawkins eventually stopped doing this, for as much as he enjoyed reading fortunes, he enjoyed the surprise of whatever she gifted him with.

🔮 {Name} usually gifted him with little curios, little pieces of jewelery with runes and symbols, ever so often leave his favourite snacks and sometimes just unusual trinkets she thought Hawkins would like.

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Fujitora

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🐯 After losing his sense of sight, Fujitora adjusted by developing his other senses such as his hearing. {Name} didn't intentionally try to sneak up on Fujitora, not that she really good at it as he would always hear her shuffling steps whenever she walked, {Name} usually announced her presence before approaching Fujitora with gifts in tow.

🐯 Being shy meant {Name} was not often the one to initiate the physical contact between the two, but it became a habit for her to gently cradle his hands whenever she gave him presents. Truthfully a few simple touches would have been enough for him to guess but he never said anything as he liked the feeling of her holding his hands so lovingly while he inspected her gifts.

🐯 Fujitora usually reciprocated with affection or gifts of his own, {Name} didn't want anything in return as her giving gifts was the manner in which she expressed her affection. Fujitora eventually grew accustomed and just reciproacted with physical affection and loving gestures that made {Name's} heart melt everytime. For a man, who is an admiral and easily cuts down enemies in his path; he presented such a soft side to her and is always very gentle in everything he does.

🐯 Fujitora never once truly regretted his decision to take his eyesight. Sometimes he wishes there are some things he could see again, {Name} being the only time he would revert it as he could not see her reactions or her smile. He adopted a habit of often placing his hands on her face to feel her expressions, and whenever {Name} would nuzzle into his touch was something he truly loved.

🐯 Loves to give Fujitora snacks, buns, dumplings, hard candies, mochi - she will often give the gift to him directly out of consideration rather than leaving it. Also likes buying him things that feel lucky. A lucky coin, a brooch with a four leaf clover pendant, she knows of his penchant for gambling and wants him to feel as lucky as possible.

🐯 Fujitora loved all of her gifts and treasures each and every one, even if {Name} tells him that they aren't that good, he still loved them. Not for the value but the thought knowing she had him in mind when she chose it. And that its a literal gesture of her love for him.

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X-Drake

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🦖 {Name}had a fair mix of giving presents and snacks for Drake, sometimes she would leave them around places he frequented. Fervently warning everyone else that they're for Drake specifically, on days when she had a little more courage, she would give them to him directly. Early on in the relationship, being given all these random presents was unusual to Drake because he wondered if they were for some sort of anniversary.

🦖 Always loves the gifts she gives him, especially when he learnt the reason why she gives him these gifts. Despite being reserved and more hesitant when it comes to women, Drake tries to work up to making the first moves for {Name}. There are exceptions to when her reservations are overriden such as Drake coming back from a particularly dangerous fight and mission, in the spur of the moment she will hug him in relief.

🦖 Honestly Drake's most honest reactions and touches are the ones he does unknowingly. Placing a gentle, guiding hand behind her back when walking. Or taking hold of her hand when walking through a crowd or shielding her with his big stature when he feels a dangerous situation brewing.

🦖 Drake is shy around women. So he's absolutely adorable when trying to be the one to take initiative with matters of affection, he's so shy and awkward but it's really endearing. Sometimes it just happens naturally, other times Drake is a little stiff when he would grab her hand or hug her from behind. He also worries about his strength so he makes sure he's extra gentle because he genuinely believes {Name} is fragile, that if he squeezes too hard it will make her pop or something.

🦖 Gifts usually include trading cards from Sora, and anything relating to reptiles. Drake swears left and right that his favourite gift was this tiny rubber lizard that {Name} found at a random stall. The lizard looked quite realistic and had little sticky pads that allowed it to be stuck on any surface and honestly Drake made a habit of moving it around, whether to be funny or just to utilize all of this little rubber lizards functions it's probably his favourite gift ever.

🦖 Dedicated an entire shelf just for the gifts {Name} gave him, of course the edible and perishable gifts being exceptions seeing that he ate them. But for the little cards, posters or carvings and toys. Those were all kept so preciously as if a treasure of gold and gems. In fact a rumor spread around of Drake's treasure, not that anyone knew the truth of those treasures.

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