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moonstruckme · 22 days

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hiiii sorry I feel like I request so much I just love your stories!!!! could you do an EMT poly!marauders where the reader is coming home from an injury or surgery or something and they’re just being all sweet and overprotective of her

Don't be sorry sweetheart, thank you for requesting!! <3

cw: mentions of hospital, surgery (no details), nausea

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 930 words

“Careful of the step,” Remus warns as he unlocks the front door.

James makes a disgruntled little sound as he passes over it with you in his arms, angling you sideways to get you both through the front door.

“I know where the step is,” he says. “I’ve lived here exactly as long as you.”

“I just wanted to make sure.” Remus heads straight for the bathroom. “Do you want to have some more ibuprofen, dove? It’s been long enough now.”

“Yes, please,” you call after him. James sets you down on the couch, a divot forming between his brows at the thick quality to your voice.

“Siri has your bag,” he reminds you. “You want it, just to be safe?”

You nod, swallowing.

Sirius hustles over, crouching in front of you and holding the plastic bag under your mouth. “Oh, baby,” he coos, setting a hand on the back of your neck while you shudder and cough unproductively over the bag. “I know, I’m sorry. Better make it aspirin, Rem,” he calls down the hall. “She’s still got a fever.”

“How bad?”

“I’ll check in a bit.” He presses his lips to your hairline, murmuring softly. “She’s under duress at the moment, aren’t you, poor girl?”

You want to cry for the sweetness in his tone, not one ounce of teasing. It can be hard to tell with Sirius, sometimes, but when you’re not feeling well he goes gooey-soft and saccharine as honey, all pet names and gentle touches. His thumb strokes the baby hairs at your nape.

Remus sighs as he comes back. “I knew we shouldn’t have checked her out.”

“I didn’t want to stay there,” you say into the bag, and James splays a hand on your back, rubbing slow circles.

“We know, sweetheart.” He gives his fretful boyfriend a reassuring smile. Remus returns it wearily. “We can take care of you just fine from here, don’t worry.”

Within an hour of waking up from your surgery feeling nauseous and pathetic, you’d been begging anyone who would listen to let you go home. The hospital had wanted to monitor you for a couple more hours, but after that your boyfriends had been able to exercise some sort of paramedic privilege and take you home early despite the normal two-to-three-day inpatient protocol. Your troubles hadn’t evaporated the way you’d expected upon getting out from under all that fluorescent lighting, but you do feel much better being miserable on your own couch.

You cough into the bag a few more times before relinquishing yourself to the idea that you’re stuck with this nausea for the foreseeable future. “I don’t like this,” you decide, lowering the bag from your face.

Remus tosses a thermometer to Sirius, who catches it with a good-natured eye-roll and sets it in your ear compliantly.

“I’m sorry, my love,” James says, his hand migrating to your shoulder as you lean back against the couch cushions. “I know it’s rough right now.”

The thermometer beeps, and Sirius reads the number aloud as he takes it out. You frown.

“Oh, thank god,” Remus exhales. James chuckles at him.

“It’s okay?” you check.

“Perfectly okay.” Sirius kisses your temple. “That’s completely normal for the first twenty-four hours. You’re all good, sweetness.”

Pathetically, you feel a bit invalidated. To feel as gross as you do, surely your brain would have to be fully boiling in there. James must see some of this on your face, because he scoots closer to you on the couch, leaning you against his side.

“Sorry,” you say quietly.

You can feel Sirius gaze boring into the side of your head as he perches on the armrest. “Not sure why you would be,” he mutters, worming his cold feet underneath your thigh, “but do go on.”

“I made you all take me home and now I’m being difficult.”

You’re not quite looking at any of them, but you could swear a collective sigh goes up from your boyfriends.

“Dove,” says Remus, “look at me.”

You do, shifting ever so slightly closer to James' side for comfort. A quiet chuckle rumbles through him, his thumb sweeping back and forth over your shoulder.

Remus’ gaze is steady and kind, his usual remonstrance curbed for your sorry state. “You’re not being difficult,” he tells you. “You’re tired and not feeling well, and that’s to be expected after a procedure like this. I didn’t mean I regret us taking you home, I’m only nervous that you’d have been better taken care of in the hospital.”

“Impossible,” Sirius remarks. Remus nods in grudging acknowledgement.

“I’m glad I’m home,” you say, and despite your best intentions your voice teeters on the edge of a whimper. “I’d rather be with just you guys, you know?”

“We know,” Remus says gently. “I’m glad you’re here, too.”

James makes a soft sound, rubbing your shoulder more firmly. “Are you feeling tired, angel? We could have a nap.”

“We?” you ask.

“What, you think you’re the only one who deserves a rest?” Sirius wiggles his toes underneath your thigh. “You got to sleep just this morning. We’ve been worrying all day long.”

You smile. He looks thrilled to see it, and James stamps a kiss of approval on your cheek. “Right, my bad. A nap sounds good.”

“Perfect,” Remus agrees, standing. James needles his arms underneath you to pick you up again.

“Fairly sure they said I could walk on my own,” you say.

James only shrugs, carrying you towards the bedroom. “Not sure I heard that part. Better safe than sorry, I suppose.”

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writtenbymoonflower · 3 months

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hi!!!! could you do polymarauders reacting to reader getting a tattoo (or multiple!) dedicated them? love u!!! 🧁

Thank you for requesting, lovely! gn!reader x poly!marauders.

cw: tattoo, swearing, Sirius being himself

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You knew the secret was out when you had flinched away from James. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he just didn’t know. When his hand found its usual spot on your ribs as you were laying down on the couch with him, you couldn’t hide the discomfort you were feeling as his hand pressed into the tender flesh. James, of course, had no clue.

“What’s that for, baby?” He looked a mix of concerned and amused. “Did that tickle?” He turned mischievous as he tried to worm his fingers into your side again. Remus flit his eyes to you both, stifling chuckle. You hissed, squirming away from your boyfriend's hands, no matter how gentle they were.

“Ouch, Jamie.” You said before you could stop yourself. This made Remus drop his book.

“What hurts, lovie?” His eyebrows rumpled, leaning closer to you and James.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You said, looking panicked. It seemed like Sirius could smell the trouble, because he stood up from where he sat at Remus’ feet, crawling over to you like a cat.

“You hissed when Jamie touched you here, dolly.” He wriggled his fingers over your side, looking surprised when your shirt moved oddly slickly over your skin. You tried to bat his hands away, but he didn’t move.

“Siri! Get away.” You tried to seem unsuspicious, but you mostly gave up on the act.

“What’ve you got under here?” Sirius waggled his dark eyebrows at you, pulling your shirt up until your whole torso was exposed. You almost felt bashful at the realization that your whole chest was pretty much exposed, but they weren’t looking at it. Instead, they all looked varying levels of surprised. Remus moved faster than you’d ever seen him, crouching at your side next to Sirius. But it was James who spoke first.

“Sweetheart! When did you get that?” He kept looking between your face and your ribs. Underneath the plastic cover was a small tattoo over your ribs. Lined up was little drawing of a moon, star and sun.

“Well it was gon’ be a surprise.” You playfully scolded. “But I got it a week ago. It’s… it’s for you three.” You turned shy on the spot. You thought you would’ve had more time to get over the sliver of anxiety you felt. You had all been together for a long time, you all loved each other very much, you were all each other’s emergency contact even! But this was a big step, permanently marking them on your body.

Sirius gently thumbed the skin next to the tattoo, looking in awe at your rib and leaning down to kiss over the plastic cover, being featherlight to not irritate you further. He knew from experience it was probably still sore. “I fucking love it.” He whispered against your skin.

“Lemme see better.” Remus (gently) shoved Sirius out of the way, making him squawk offendedly. Remus didn’t care though, he looked entranced. James squeezed you tighter to him.

“I can’t believe you did this and didn’t tell us! We would’ve gone with you, baby.” He trapped you in a kiss before you could respond, rubbing his thumb over your jaw gently. Sirius snickered at your dazed look when he pulled away.

“Like I said,” trying to push away your flustered state. “It was a surprise.”

“Hell of a surprise.” Remus had nuzzled into your waist. “I’m gonna need one too.”

“Ooh, I like that.” James said at the same time that Sirius whistled.

“Oh yes fucking please.” He dramatically fanned himself. “You too Prongs,” He licked his lips looking at your boyfriend. James didn’t know whether to feel objectified or very flattered. (As how Sirius usually left people feeling).

“I should, now that I’m the only un-inked one in this relationship.” He playfully jostled you. “You’ve abandoned me, lovely.”

“Don’t worry, honey.” You kissed his cheek. “I’ll pull you to the darkside with me.”

“Oooh, you minx. Thankfully I’d let you three corrupt me any day.” None of you would complain about that.

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ellecdc · 6 days

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Hello I’m new here (tumblr) and idk if I’m doing this right but hi!

Your fics first came up with regulus and moon water so I’ve been binge reading your fics :), I was wondering if you would write Sirius x reader?

Where like Sirius is like head over heels for reader and it’s just him talking to the marauders about her because she’s like on prefect duties so he misses her.

If not that’s fine.

hahaha lovesick Siri is my kryptonite - thanks for your request; here's a cute little baby blurb <3

please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.

lovesick!Sirius Black x fem!reader who's on prefect rounds and he's upset about it

“So….why exactly is Padfoot pouting right now?” Peter asked cautiously as he shed off his bookbag and sat down to watch James and Remus’ game of wizard chess as Sirius hung upside down from a grandfather chair looking awfully contemplative.

“His bird ditched him for some other bloke.” James muttered without raising his head.

Sirius scoffed dramatically and shot James what was probably supposed to be a withering glare, but was significantly diminished from his current upside-downness.

“First of all, do not call my darling girl a bird. Second of all, she did not ditch me for another man, she has prefect rounds with Regulus.”

“The better of the Black brothers; good for her.” Remus commented; dodging a throw pillow lobbed at him from Sirius without moving his attention from the board.

“What? You think you’re going to die if she’s not here to stroke your ego, Pads?” James asked teasingly.

“I might.” Sirius responded earnestly.

The other three Marauders groaned.

“You’re all just jealous you don’t know what it’s like to be in love.” Sirius accused as he repositioned himself upright in the chair.

Remus and James both turned to give him unimpressed glares.

“You’re nearly as bad as Prongs now.” Peter muttered, earning him indignant “oi!”’s from both James and Sirius.

“I can’t help it if she’s the best thing to ever happen to me, Wormy.” Sirius pouted.

“I am sitting right here.” James grumbled.

Sirius rolled his eyes. “You’re a close second, Prongs.”

“She can’t be that great if she willingly puts up with you.” Remus commented, causing Sirius to launch himself out of the grandfather chair and onto Remus’ back.

“You take that back right now! My girl is the sweetest, most angelic, lovely person in the whole wide world and we’re all better for it.”

“Oh my gods, okay, okay. Merlin’s tits you’re wild.” Remus muttered as he bodily shoved Sirius off of his person.

“I can’t believe she puts up with you if this is what you’re like around her.” Peter commented, earning him a laugh from James.

“Oh, you should see it, Worms. She reduces him to nothing but a soppy lovesick smile whenever she’s around; no more feral Pads, he’s right docile with her.”

Sirius stared between his three friends with his mouth hanging open, face painted in a look of pure betrayal.

“See, this is why I spend so much time with her; she’d never treat me like this.”

“And yet, here you are.” Remus taunted.

Sirius stood quickly as he scoffed derisively. “Fine. I’m going to go hang out with her; at least then I’ll know I’m wanted.”

No one said anything as Sirius dramatically stormed out of the portrait hole and the Gryffindor common room once again returned to its appropriate volume.

“His logic is flawed if he thinks Regulus wants him anywhere near them during their rounds.” Peter commented, causing James to groan.

“Reg’s gonna hex him into oblivion if he disrupts their prefect duties again.” The Headboy groaned.

Remus let out a long suffering sigh as he stood from his long since abandoned chess game and made for the portrait hole.“I’ll go play interference…again.”

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depressoesssspresso · 2 months

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James Potter X Reader

Literally don’t know how to use this app🫶 not revised so oops

You were sitting in the Great Hall trying to get some homework done when James, Sirius, and Remus walked. Sirius was in the middle of telling some story about him and some girl he’s been messing around with when you looked up and greeted them with a smile. The three reciprocated the smile and James gave you a hug as he sat beside you.

“What are you working on?” Remus asked as he motioned to your work. You sigh and drop your shoulders as they’ve been tense from being hunched over for hours.

“Nothing really. Just studying for the potions exam,” You say and you leaned your head on your boyfriend’s shoulder. Your head has been hurting for about a half an hour but you chose to ignore it. James leans his head on yours while rubbing your biceps in a comforting way. You rubbed your eyes and messaged your temples trying to relieve the tension.

“Are you alright?” James asks worriedly as he looks down at you. You sigh again melting more into his chest.

“Yeah, just tired” You answer with your eyes closed knowing what question he’s gonna ask next.

“Did you drink some water?” He questions.

“Did you drink some water?” You mouth along with him, smiling still with your eyes closed. Remus and Sirius laugh as James scoffs. You sit up and turn your him. He has a playful frown on his face and you lean in to kiss his cheek.

“That’s a little rude,” He says causing you to smile even wider. You can tell he’s fighting back a smile. Sirius lets out a playful groan.

“Here we go,” He mumbles to Remus who’s watching the couple in amusement.

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery my love,” You argue while pinching his cheeks causing his glasses to slightly slide down the bridge of his nose. He scoffs again and turns to his friends. He sides eyes you and releases the smile he’s been holding back.

“Anyways, Sirius don’t forget we have practice today for our game on Friday,” James says as Sirius rolls his eyes.

“How could I forget? You reminded me twice when we were walking here,” Sirius says as Remus laughs.

“Is today National Bully James Day?” James asks while dramatically looking around. You lean across the table towards Sirius as if you were about to tell him a secret.

“It’s okay Siri. James’ memory isn’t what it used to be. Sometimes he asks me where he misplaced his wand while it’s in his hand,” You jokingly whisper as you shot a quick teasing look at him.

“That happened one time. And it’s because I was in a rush to make it to practice, Y/N. If I remember correctly—which a matter of fact I do— I was to busy comforting a certain someone that I would still love them if they were a worm,” James protest as Remus and Sirius howl with laughter at the confession. You stick your tongue out at him which he does the same.

“I think the better question, Y/N, is would he love you if you never existed,” Remus pipes in, loving the opportunity to subtly piss his friend off. Sirius hums in agreement. You turn to James and raise an eyebrow.

“Well, are you not going to answer Jamie?” You teasingly asked with your arms crossed. James sighs and rubs his eyes.

“Bloody hell, not this shit again,” He says causing you to squint your eyes at him. “ First I gotta love her when she’s a caterpillar—“

“Worm,” Sirius corrects loving the look of frustration on his best mates face.

“—Whatever the hell. Now I got to love her when she doesn’t exist?” James asks incredulously. You gasp at his answer.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean, Potter?” You interrogate the raven haired boy. You knew at this point that you weren’t getting on his nerves. You knew that you were tap dancing on the poor boys nerves. But it was in good and fun. Always in good and fun. He takes a deep breath and shoots you the most sarcastic but loving smile. He holds up on palm in front of his face as if he’s reading something causing you to burst out laughing.

“I, James Potter, would love Y/N L/N in any shape or form, including non existing form,” He says in a monotony tone, “ My life would lack all meaning without her.”

“She is the blessing of my existence,” you whisper encouragingly.

“She the bane of my existence,” he teases in the same tone as he continues to “read” off his hand.

“I love her a lot,” Remus chimes in for James to say.

“She the love of my life,” James adds.

“I cried myself to sleep after she told me that she’s spending Christmas morning with her folks and will be coming over in the evening rather than spending the whole day with me,” Sirius teases as James gasped as if he betrayed him. Your eyes bulge as everyone except James laughed.

“Hey! That did not happen,” James protests and he playfully glares at Sirius. Sirius shoot him back a look.

“Uh yes it did. Did you forget we spent the holidays together? You told me—“ Sirius begins as James cuts him off.

“IN CONFIDENCE!” James interjects before the two boys burst in laughter. You coo and hug James.

“It’s ok Prongs. Real men cry. It’s very..um..brave to be that vulnerable,” Remus playful comforts his friends who is slightly blushing at the revelation of how clingy he is with his girlfriend. Sirius snorts.

“Should have seen this one then, Moony. Sobbed like a fucking faucet, that one,” Sirius says as you giggle. James frowns.

“ Seriously is today Gang up on James for no reason day?” James mumbles and you turn to him.

“Aww Jamie,” You coo at your boy while affectionately rubbing his check, “ I think you’re very brave.” James smiles at you and puffs his chest. Ego obviously regrowing.

“ ‘course I am, darling,” He brags playfully flexing his muscles.

“So so brave. I mean, just look at your outfit,” You deadpan causing Sirius and Remus to burst out laughing. James abruptly stands up causing you to giggle.

“Come on Sirius, we have practice,” He huffs.

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luveline · 2 years

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ok wait. rockstar!sirius with chubby reader. r is scared to go public with their relationship because people might say he deserves someone prettier, and he reassures her?

modern!au slightly NSFW !! fem!reader

Sirius is never gonna try and tell you what to do. He would never tell you to do anything you weren't ready for, and that includes going public as his girlfriend.

But fuck, he wants you to.

No matter what you might sometimes say about yourself, or what others might say, Sirius thinks you're pretty — the kind of pretty he wants to show off all the fucking time. He doesn't know how to explain it but he's willing to try.

"You look like a flower," he says quietly.

You peek up at him where you're sitting in the folding chair next to his vanity. "What does that mean?" you ask with a smile.

"I don't know. You're always so..." He strokes up the curve of your neck from your left shoulder and with the back of his right hand. It's a very specific movement. "Fresh-faced."

You smile, your expression exactly the kind of open softness he'd been talking about. "That's not true! I haven't washed my face yet today, so I know you're lying."

"I'm not lying."

You tip your head toward his hand and he takes the hint, fingers covering the bump of your cheek and thumb under your chin. He tilts your head up.

"You know that photo we took yesterday, by the pool?"

Your smile wanes the tiniest bit. You're far from immune to the worries most girls feel in a bikini, and you hadn't liked the photo. You hadn't made him delete it, though. Progress.

"It looks good, and it would fit really well as the cover photo on my twitter."

You bite the inside of your lip and lean further still into his hand. He can feel your eyelashes twitch and the warmth of your exhale as you hum. It's a conversation you've had a couple of times. It's always relaxed, always about choices, but it never fails to upset you.

"Siri," you utter.

"It'll be a soft reveal." Lily's words.

You deliberate audibly. "Siri, it's- You have all these people, all these girls, watching you and listening to you. When they see me, they-"

"What?"

"They won't believe it. They'll wonder what you're doing," — Sirius gawps at you as you close your eyes, effectively hiding your face from view — "with someone like me."

"Like you."

"Rockstars don't date fat girls."

It's not true, for starters. They do, but he knows why you'd say otherwise. It's much less common, more so to see someone in Sirius' circles with thin runway model type girls. Sirius doesn't argue with that truth, in the same way he won't insist you're skinny. You're not.

"They'll say you should be with someone who's actually pretty."

"You're so unfair to yourself," he says.

You deflate entirely.

"You're pretty. You are. You're more than that," he continues.

"You don't have to," you mumble.

"Yeah, I do." He sighs, taking your face into both hands. He tries to think of what to say and how to say it. You aren't a size six. He doesn't want you to be. You have a soft face and a softer tummy. That's how he likes you.

"Someone who's actually pretty?" he quotes softly, eyes dead set on yours and begging for you to raise your gaze. "Someone... With sweet, shy eyes? Someone who has... The most darling smile? Someone with..." His hands move slowly down to your shoulders. He holds you tightly in place and moves in to gently kiss the skin under your jaw. "A chubby tummy?"

You snort as Sirius kisses a sluggish path up toward your ear. He smiles in relief at the sound, and his hands creep down, down, down.

"With the most perfect pair of thighs I've ever seen?" he asks, worming between them to grab at the doughy insides.

You squeal and wrap your arms around his neck on impulse, effectively pulling his face toward your ear. He blows softly into your ear canal, and then he whispers, "Most perfect thighs I've ever been between."

"Shut up," you demand, giggling.

He leaves your thighs reluctantly to hug you as you're hugging him. When he squeezes you, he does it without worrying you'll shy away as you might've when you just met. You were so careful about being touched, worried he might feel the extra softness you carry.

Well, he does feel it. He loves it, and he loves you, and he really just wants to post your picture on twitter. Or the entire Internet, if you'll let him.

"You're lovely," he assures you, nosing at the skin behind your ear.

"Thank you, baby."

He smiles. "Let me show you how much I mean it?"

"Fuck off."

"Please? I got-" He pulls back to quickly check his watch, and grins at you when he sees the time. "Like, twenty minutes. I could show you how much I mean it twice."

"Only twice? Losing your touch."

He pinches at your sides, wondering if it's cruel to want to make you regret it. He's all bark and no bite, anyhow. Right now, he just wants to kiss you.

You see it on his face.

"Kiss me," you tell him. "We'll talk about your twitter thingy afterward. Okay?"

"That's my girl," he says, and leans in.

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lurveinn · 3 months

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Sirius threatens Lucius

Diagon Alley is bustling with peasants and riff-raff in the days leading up to the Hogwarts term; Lucius sneers at the crowds as he makes his way into the higher-end streets of Knockturn, which remain, thankfully, invitation only. He has a meeting with a real estate contact at midday, after which he’ll meet Father for the most intimidating appointment in his social calendar thus far- a full council with the Blacks, to formally ask for Narcissa’s hand in marriage. Of course, it’s merely a formality; he was promised one of the Black sisters years ago, but up until a few months ago, it was to be Andromeda. Now, Andromeda is being paraded around Europe’s marriage market, under Bellatrix’s watchful eye- from what he has gathered, she is tempted by a mudblood boy in England. There are even rumors that he is poor, though he isn’t sure of those- although he hasn’t spoken to her since the end of their courtship, he knows Andromeda, and she loves her finery. She’s as much of a snob as he is.

And Narcissa; Lucius has sampled many women, from all over Europe, pure-blooded and though he won’t admit it, even half-blooded, yet none have taken him quite as she does. She is lovely. He wouldn’t dare express it to Father, who much preferred for him to marry a dark-haired girl (“A Black that looks like a Black, Lucius! The prestige is much greater that way”), but frankly- she is perfect. She already fits the part of a Malfoy- her hair is half white-blonde on her right side and half ink-black on her left, a trait that she clearly inherited from her Rosier side. She wears it in a complex braid that Lucius yearns to untangle, run his fingers through, and then plait back up. The rest of her is completely and utterly Black, from her storm-gray eyes to her high cheekbones; yet, unlike her cousins and sisters whose features are beautiful in a striking manner, Narcissa is angelic. It is said that there are no creatures on Earth as gorgeous as the Blacks, and in three hours, Lucius will officially have acquired the most heavenly of them all.

He thinks of her throughout his meeting, though he focuses when the matter of payment comes up, and as he exits the establishment, he is so lost in thought that he completely misses the figure trailing him. They say that Blacks aren’t made to be discreet, that one can hear their footsteps a mile away, but somehow Sirius has managed to creep up on Lucius. Faster than he can call a greeting, there is a wand at Lucius’ throat and two piercing eyes (just like Narcissa’s, his useless, traitorous brain reminds him) boring into his.

“Malfoy.”, Sirius says, coolly, as if cornering your future brother-in-law two hours before you’re supposed to receive him at your home is a routine occurrence.

Still, Lucius knows how to deal with a Black. He remembers his father’s words: act nonchalant no matter how they insult you, do not respond in any way that could even remotely be interpreted as a threat, and do not, under any circumstances, insult their family.

He responds genially: “Sirius. I knew we’d be meeting today, but I wasn’t expecting you at this moment.”

Sirius brushes it aside. He’s sixteen and fierce, a Slytherin who wormed his way into Gryffindor to prove a point, already betrothed to his cousin, who is identical to him in both spirit and appearance. The crown jewel of the Black family, Orion and Arcturus insist, though Sirius does his best to go against all etiquette ingrained in the rest of the Sacred 28. But then again, Blacks are always a bit crazy; Bella is the same, and Father says Sirius takes after his namesake grandfather greatly. Lucius isn’t scared of Sirius- a Malfoy is just as great as a Black, no matter what they insist-, he’s seen him grow up, seen him in nappies, but in that moment, he understands what Orion sees in him- he is fearless. He almost feels a sense of pride towards the man Sirius is becoming, before the little brat has to ruin it all:

“I’ve come to threaten you.”, Sirius states, matter-of-factly. Blacks are always so dramatic. He hopes Narcissa hasn’t inherited the characteristic.

“Concerning?”, Lucius asks, though he has an inkling as to where this conversation is going. The Blacks are Wizarding Britain’s most tight-knit family and ridiculously protective of each other. He recalls Sirius and Narcissa’s shared time at Hogwarts- Lucius was in his seventh year when she was in her fifth and Sirius was in his second- when the boy spent much of his time in the Slytherin common room. Prim, proper Narcissa would loosen up around her cousin, especially when it was just family around, holding Sirius’ hand, combing her fingers through his hair. Often, Bellatrix would come to visit her sisters and Sirius at school, and they would all retire to one of Slytherin’s abandoned common rooms; nobody went in, of course, unless they had tacit permission from the Blacks, but the sound of laughter would carry through the dungeons on the occasions that the cousins forgot their silencing charms. It was a foreign concept to Lucius, such a large family. Malfoys usually have a maximum of two children, and never more than one son.

In the present moment, Sirius’ eyes cloud over at Lucius’ lack of reaction, but he gets straight to the point:

“I trust you, Lucius, I do. I support you and Cissa. But, and this is coming from me and from Bella- if your father dares to lay a hand on my cousin, hurts her or any child that she ever has with you, then I will hunt him down and slit his throat, Azkaban and consequences be damned. Keep that in mind.”

The wand against Lucius’ throat is dislodged, and Sirius Black turns on his heel and walks away.

#lucius x narcissa #sirius black #lucius malfoy #narcissa black #narcissa malfoy

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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💔heartbreaker crybaby!reader having a bad bad day and sirius accident raises his voice without knowing and she’ll all :( and he comforts here

"Y/N," Sirius's voice was fraught with tension, the edge to it making your stomach twist, "Please, sweetheart, not now."

You hesitated before pressing on, pitiful tears brimming in your eyes as you continued trying to worm into his lap, "But siri-"

"Y/N! I said, not now." Sirius snapped, his hands gently pushing you back into your own seat, "I'm really busy right now, I don't have time for this."

He didn't have time for you.

You felt your tears finally spill, cascading down your cheeks as a whimper bled from your throat. Sirius froze at the sound, finally looking you in the eyes as he set down what he was working on.

"Oh, angel.." He murmured, the tension leaking from his posture, "Come on now, what's with the tears?"

"I had- had a rea-lly bad day!" Sobs interrupted your words, cutting them in half as you trembled slightly, "Jus' wanted t'cuddle!"

Sirius sighed, his grip on your forearm tugging you into his lap, "RIght, c'mere angel. No more tears, c'mon, y'can sit with me for a while."

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vikugnavikugna · 5 months

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Made a thing idk. Name of character names after the cut

Jade Harley (Homestuck); Leorio Paradinight (HxH); Siri Keeton (Blindsight); Nico Robin (One Piece); Alexandra 'Sanya' Kazarina (PafL)

Tabitha Scarlet (Scarlet Hollow); Kaladin Stormblessed (Stormlight); Isaac (Castlevania); Superman (DC); Rachel Lindt (Worm)

Finral Roulacase (BC); Kitty Pryde (X-Men); Cheery Littlebottom (Discworld); Aradia Megido (Homestuck)

Shigeo 'Mob' Kageyama (MP100); Valerie (Echopraxia); Travis Touchdown (NMH); Sanji (One Piece); Maki Zenin (JJK)

Petrichor (Saga); Blake Thorburn (Pact); Thorfinn (Vinland Saga); Alluka Zoldyck (HxH); Galaxy 'Alex' Stern (Ninth House)

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charmstwit · 2 months

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Sirus vs Regulus duel lets fucking goooo

Before secondary genders return:

“Can you please just focus for ten seconds?” Regulus demands.

“I’m focused,” Sirius sniffs. “I’m focused on your terrible face.”

“I look like you, Sirius,” Regulus snaps.

“I don’t look anything like that,” Sirius says, gesturing to Regulus’s face. “Think we’ve got different fathers, really.”

“A garden worm for a father would explain your stupidity,” Regulus says.

“Second cousins for parents would explain yours,” Sirius says.

Regulus laughs, and Sirius grins, and for a moment they both forget what they’re meant to be doing.

Regulus remembers first, of course. He draws his wand. “Get back on task. I have to perfect this curse or Slughorn will write home to Mother.”

Sirius huffs. “You and I both know your form is already better than his ever will be.”

“Yes, and you and I both know he isn’t comparing me to himself, he’s comparing me to Mother’s standard and looking for ways to say I don’t meet it because it gives him an excuse to write her,” Regulus says.

“Do you think he’s hot for Mother?” Sirius asks.

Regulus frowns deeply. “Is that possible?”

“To be attracted to women? Yes, James has done it,” Sirius says.

“No, to be attracted to Mother,” Regulus says.

“Well Father isn’t, but he must’ve been. Twice, at least.” Sirius looks meaningfully at Regulus and then gestures at himself. Regulus scrunches his face up.

“Can we please just duel? I’d rather you curse me than talk about our parents enacting coitus,” Regulus says.

Sirius shrugs. “Confrigo!” He shouts, and a jet of fire shoots from the tip of his wand. Regulus dodges it, of course; he’s fast on his feet, and that’s his advantage between them. Sirius doesn’t have time to cast again before Regulus’s freezing curse comes firing back at him. He feels the cold first, and leaps to the side. The curse hits the brick wall behind him, a layer of ice spreading over it quickly.

The room lights up with purple light as Sirius shouts “Incutio!” The percussive wave of it bowls Regulus over, but a moment later he’s back on his feet, looking rumpled, which is dangerous. Regulus hates being rumpled. It makes him twice as vicious.

Sirius’s instincts prove correct when Regulus growls out “Vasto!” Sirius has to dive to avoid that one, taking shelter behind a suit of armor, which spares him the worst of Regulus’s curse. The wall behind him crumples into dust.

“Prick!” Sirius says.

“You wrinkled my shirt,” Regulus complains.

“You don’t have to kill me for it,” Sirius says.

“I haven’t killed you yet, you dramatic bowtruckle,” Regulus says. “You knew the curse I was practicing. Now get out here and duel me.”

Sirius grabs the suit of armor’s gauntlet and chucks it at Regulus. Regulus shouts, and Sirius uses the distraction to gain his feet and cast Expelliarmus, sending Regulus’s wand flying.

Regulus dives at it, but Sirius is faster. “Praeligo!” Sirius calls, and Regulus gives a squawk as ropes fly from Sirius’s wand, binding him tightly.

Sirius crouches down beside him, plucking Regulus’s wand up and mussing his hair. “I win.”

“You’re incorrigible,” Regulus grumbles.

“Your Vasto was excellent. Even Slughorn won’t be able to bitch about it,” Sirius says.

Regulus looks up at him, a hint of nerves in his eyes. “You’re sure?”

“Positive. Mother will be pleased,” Sirius says.

Regulus relaxes into his bindings. “Alright. Now untie me.”

“Absolutely not,” Sirius says. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out the funny contraption he stole from Remus–Moony called it a Sharpie, and Sirius isn’t sure what kind of magic it has, but it makes thicker, bolder lines than any quill Sirius has ever seen. He pulls the cap off and pushes Regulus’s head back. “Hold still. I’m claiming my prize.”

“What is that? That smells awful. What are you doing!” Regulus shrieks, squirming wildly.

“Drawing a dick on your head,” Sirius says. “Obviously. I won the duel.”

“Sirius! Don’t you dare! Sirius! Sirius!”

“Victor, spoils, dick on your head,” Sirius explains patiently. “Now quit wiggling or I’ll add an arse on your chin.”

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After secondary genders return:

“Really, you want to duel?” Regulus huffs. He unhooks his cloak and hands it to Kingsley. He looks amused, and Regulus wonders if Kingsley thinks he’ll win. Probably. Kingsley always has more faith in him than he does himself.

“Yes,” Sirius says, already down to shirt sleeves. He unbuttons the cuffs and begins rolling them up. “It’s good for you to get your arse handed to you.”

Regulus scoffs. He doesn’t roll up his sleeves. It's uncouth, undignified. Typical that Sirius would do it, revealing his arms and the way the muscles pull and relax as he moves. Ridiculous. Regulus would never. Besides, he doesn’t need it. “You think you can best me?”

“I know I can,” Sirius says. His wand is in his hand, his fingers flexing around it, testing his grip. “Or have you forgotten the number of times I beat you already?”

Regulus crosses his arms behind his back, wand in hand. He starts pacing, circling around Sirius who matches his strides. It’s an old dance, and they’ve long known the steps. “I haven’t forgotten, but there is something you are forgetting.”

“What’s that?” Sirius asks. His fingers twitch on his wand, and Regulus throws up a shield before the hex is halfway to him. The corner of Sirius’s lip lifts in amusement.

Regulus smiles in return, a lift to his eyebrow a challenge. “You’ve forgotten that I’m the Patriarch now.” Before he finishes speaking, he shoots a hex toward Sirius, and the duel begins.

It moves fast, the colors of the spells flashing across the space between them, met time and again by shield. Regulus feels alive, with the burn in his legs and the sharp sting of short breath in his lungs as he feints from Sirius’s spell just in time.

“You've gotten quicker,” Sirius says, sounding just as out of breath. He pauses, casting a shimmery protective bubble around himself as he pulls his hair up into a knot at the top of his head. Regulus could take him now, since the duel isn't really paused, but Regulus can see the shimmer of sweat on his neck and a single strand of hair that sticks to his skin and– well, he'll let Sirius have a break. It's fine.

“Perhaps you've gotten slower, old man,” Regulus says.

Sirius scoffs, and he fires off a hex as he brings his hands down from his hair. Regulus isn't fast enough, and the tickling hex lands before his shield goes up.

“You–ha, ha!–wanker,” Regulus says, trying to ignore the feeling. “I wasn't–wasn't ready!”

“Why not?” Sirius says. “Didn't Mother teach you better than that, little brother?”

Regulus breaks the hex with a growl, and his wand flashes as he flings spells at Sirius. Sirius deflects them easily. “Come on, Reggie, is that all you got?”

“Little Prince,” Kingsley says, his voice half-singing.

“Yes?” Regulus says as he fires off two more curses at Sirius.

“Are you holding back, darling?”

“Obviously,” Regulus says.

“What!” Sirius says. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“It hardly seems fair to unleash on you,” Regulus says.

“Fuck off,” Sirius says. “You just want an excuse when I win.”

“Little Prince, I think it’s time to show him what you can do.”

Regulus inhales, flexing his shoulders and back, and reaches deep for that extra magic connected to the seal on his arm. He releases it, inhaling again as it fills him, warm in his veins.

Regulus holds his hand out and cracks the shield in front of Sirius. His brother’s eyes go wide as it visibly shatters to pieces. Sirius tries to recast it, but the spell won't take.

Regulus sends a few lazy hexes at him, which Sirius easily deflects. Then, he sends a series of spells so quick that Sirius cannot possibly avoid. the first that hits him is a tickling hex, followed by one that locks his arms to his side, and another that sticks his feet to the ground.

Sirius laughs, unable to stop, and his wand clatters to the floor. “S-st-stop!”

Regulus approaches him, canceling the tickling hex when he’s right in front of Sirius. “Are you done?” Regulus asks.

“Yes, fine,” Sirius says.

“Say I’m the best,” Regulus says.

“Absolutely not.”

“You have to say it or I won’t let you go,” Regulus says.

“I’ll get free eventually,” Sirius huffs.

Regulus flicks his wand and hits him with a tickling hex again, right in the ribs. Sirius laughs uncontrollably. “Say I’m the best.”

“Yo-you’re the best.”

Regulus taps his chin thoughtfully. “Say I’m your favorite brother.”

“You-’re my– only brother,” he chokes out between giggles.

“Say I’m your favorite brother and that you looooove me.”

“Ugh!” Sirius groans. “You’re m-m’favorite and I love you!”

Regulus cancels the tickling hex again. “Do you want me to let you go?”

Sirius huffs again. “Yes.”

Regulus grabs him by the jaw, turning his head up. “Say you owe me and you’ll do anything I want.”

Sirius’s eyes turn dark, and there’s suddenly cinnamon scented arousal surrounding them. Sirius swallows hard, and Regulus feels the motion beneath his arm. “Anything you want.”

For a moment, Regulus thinks about kissing him. It would be easy. He could just lean in, just press their lips together. He could just…

Regulus takes two big steps back toward Kingsley, flicking his wand to cancel the charms holding Sirius in place. He doesn’t look back when he says, “Good. I’ll collect later.”

#stay with me #stay with me universe #ask box #swm 1k ask game

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henghost · 11 months

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siri truly is an underappreciated genius. she managed to actually inject some damn eroticism into worm! also i'm going to put peri on blast for thinking phoebe waller-bridge would be a good fancast for siri, which is patently absurd, borderline hateful. good drawing tho.

#wormblr #worm web serial #wormfic #this is about my fic worm the movie #siri yelasco

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bonepile-shieldwall · 2 months

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🌠 people i want to get to know better: the game

tagged by @jourquet my beloved

❖ last song: Jeg Lover by Siri Nilsen! def wasn't daydreaming an orv animatic while listening, no no no

❖ favorite color: deep purple

❖ currently watching: SKAM! Once we finish that, my friend is going to sit me down for the Lord of the Rings trilogy I have yet to see,,,, also A Sign of Affection is a banger anime 🤧

❖ last movie: How to Train Your Dragon, watching the next two this weekend!

❖ sweet, spicy or savory: sweet! but too much can make me sick... pure sugar sweets like cotton candy and caramel are too much

❖ last thing you googled: jeg lover siri nilsen english (sharing brain worms about norwegian songs is always so hard ): )

❖ relationship status: single

❖ current obsession: lostwave media!!! the fact nobody can identify these songs isnt surprising, but I wonder how long until someone is found who knows

❖ selfie/another picture you took: the sunrise from my dorm :)

#höttrs pile

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jmdbjk · 1 year

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White Day, Pt. 2

For our second date of the evening, JK changed into a spiffy crisp white button down and proceeded to fluff and primp his hair for 3 minutes. He hasn’t forgotten all the hair styling tips. Look at him scrunching up the top for some extra fullness. You don’t spend ten years in the stylist’s chair and not learn a few tips about how to manipulate your hair.

Jimin showed up in the comments and JK went off the rails a little bit, trying to show off his wardrobe change and then tried using his smooth lines to make sure Jimin doesn’t wander off ...

Come on Jimin, isn’t it a little late to be playing hard-to-get? COME BACK! PAY ATTENTION!

A commenter said let’s date for 5 minutes and JK said, sure... then he tried to scroll back and find the name of the person so he’d know what to call them... and their name was John Kanya? Did the translator mean Jeon Kanya? HAHAHAHHAAH! Way to go Kanya! One step ahead!

He shared a song that he said Tae really likes and then he tried to search for a song request in the comments. He called Siri a punk because Siri couldn’t understand JK’s pronunciation of “old love.” Bless him...

Oh but when he found it, GOOD JOB whoever requested that song! So dreamy and romantic for our date night with JK!

And yes, he had the music turned up loud and was yelling at us over the music JUST LIKE IF WE WERE ACTUALLY IN THE CLUB! I can see why he enjoys the interaction with us on Weverse live. It really is easy for him to connect with us and have real interactions in real time (as long as Army isn’t behaving like he’s 15 years old again.)

The sweetest thing was he saved these songs to his library AND he practiced speaking English at the same time. Armys did good here. He was having fun.

He reads English very well, and I’m sure he understands 99% of what he hears. Its the pronunciation and conversational vocabulary parts that are tricky.

And then he opened up to us a little bit...

I can see why he ditched Instagram. It’s too fake and impersonal.

Y’all, I started laughing out loud when the next song request came on and the vibe of it made him proclaim he should be drinking whiskey shots and not highballs HAHAHAHAHA! He is a blast. FYI, there are cocktails made with a mixture of whiskeys and they have names like 3 Wisemen (Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker and Jim Beam) and Four Horsemen (Jim Beam, Jameson, Johnnie Walker, and Jack Daniels). Ugh. I am a whiskey sipper, not a whiskey shooter. And apparently, JK is also NOT a whiskey shooter either. So playful.

And philosophical JK rolled around and he told us he says again and again, he can’t be our #1 priority, that we should prioritize our own lives and whatever obligations we have going on. He said this while putting more of Bam’s eye drops in his eyes and over-dramatically acting like he was crying.

For about the next twenty minutes he tried to get in the mood to sing and then he saw Namjoon in the comments and they had an adorable exchange which ended with JK singing a song that Namjoon suggested.

I wonder if Joon had an ulterior motive behind asking JK to sing a variety of genres...you know our leader is always thinking... regardless, Kookie was having fun.

This goofball... said he was pacing himself as far as drinking because he had to really go to the bathroom. But we would have never known right? His reason: because he is such a pro. LMAO!

Oh! and then Namjoon came back in the comments and told JK to hurry up and release an album! THAT’S RIGHT JOONIE! LIGHT A FIRE UNDER JK’S ASS! And JK said he has a plan...well... from the mouth of the man who said he wasn’t a planner... oh then he elaborates that NOT having a plan is in itself a plan. STOP TRYING TO WORM YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS!

He rambled on and on how he’s not lived with a plan up until now. Kookie-pookie, that’s because you’ve never had to manage your own time before. I think he was being vague in that he really doesn’t have a plan to release anything. He does not have that fire burning in his belly that Jimin, Hobi, Namjoon and Yoongi have. Each of those members have different fires burning. Jungkookie is living up to his free-spirit ways. He is very confident in himself and he has confidence that Army will always love him and he’ll stay on the path that shows him being himself. I said what I said. Or he may drop an album tomorrow. Who knows? We sure don’t.

He really is the opposite of a Gen Z-er. Except for his use of social media. Which is null and void mostly. Typical Gen-Z in that aspect.

He closed our second date of White Day by confiding with us that he had to pee really really bad.

#white day with jungkookie #welcome to JKs jazz bar #this man sitting in his apartment in the dark talking to millions through a tiny screen #i pondered whether to post this because there is no time to hit the pause button and reflect #but i needed to talk about jungkook because he IS important

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hislittleraincloud · 7 months

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Please note that Satisfying Afterburn as a whole is not PG-13 rated and not Wenclair-centric; it's NC-17 and very smutty (yet still canon compliant). This takes place the day after Mayor Walker is murdered, and after both Donovan and Enid cut her off.

This text is subject to change and/or editing before the publication of its chapter.

(Wednesday & Enid, PG-13, F-word & mild cannabis consumption, 888 words give/take (so far))

She tried to whip past Hawte Kewture lest she be reminded of Enid, except that a massive ear worm flew from its temporarily open door and bulleted into her brain as she passed.

To try to avoid owning the responsibility of what happened to him, Macbeth would see himself as a victim of prophecy and fate while ignoring that he still ultimately chose the actions that would lead him down his path of destruction. There is no question that he was influenced by external persuasion, but Macbeth was also subject to his own faith in the supernatural: there were various “unexplained” happenings contributing to the faith he put in the prophe —

"Homygod!" Enid exclaimed with a barking giggle, covering her mouth as Wednesday's typing suddenly ceased. The easily distracted werewolf had been lying on her bed, scrolling and flipping through her multiple apps instead of working on the history homework she had spread out on her blankets.

"What is it now?" Wednesday was already more than annoyed, having to write a paper on Macbeth for a class she should've already passed and completed last year at one of her previous schools, if not for her sudden transfer. It was a tedious prompt ("What is the role of fate and free-will in the play? Is Macbeth totally at fault for what happens to him?"), and for once, the irony of her answer escaped her as she typed against her hand-written notes.

"Britney Spears just posted an Insta where she told her father to bleep off!"

Wednesday reached for her pipe, which had been freshly filled and forgotten next to Thing. "Aren't we beyond self-censorship, Enid?"

Enid sighed. She didn't like to swear if it wasn't necessary, though that habit was more Esther than Enid. "Do you want to read it, then?"

Wednesday nearly choked on her smoke but expertly recovered. Incompetence in the face of clumsiness would only make her think they were at all alike. "I'd rather eat glass." She squeezed her fingers around her pipe, giving Thing her death stare of disapproval as he seemed to want to take her up on her word. She quite liked her bat wing pipe, custom made for her by their glass-blowing, fire eating cousin, Inácio Itt III.

Enid had longed for another enthusiastic celebrity gossip monger like herself; tempting Wednesday into such a vapid hobby seemed impossible, but she forged on. "She basically told her dad to F off. She told her mom the same thing last month." Enid swore that she could detect a flinch of interest in her roommate's shoulders. "Yanno, she could give you a run for your money in the parental hate department."

Wednesday sincerely doubted that. Besides, 'hate' was the incorrect term. She ran the tip of her fingernail against the curved edge of her bone ashtray. It rested on a turn-of-the-last-century platinum coaster. "What's her net worth?"

"Uh…I dunno, just a sec," Enid's thumbs flew over the onscreen keys. She'd learned not to ask Siri anything in Wednesday's presence after the night she wouldn't stop asking her for BTS lyrics. "According to Forbes, it's sixty million dollars."

Wednesday huffed. "Is that all?"

"That's still a crap ton of money!" The immediate Sinclairs were only worth a mere fraction of that, and Enid was often made conscious of it by the super wealthy kids' constant flashing of their riches. The majority of the Nightshades and the other vampires in the school could wipe everyone's asses with hundred dollar bills and not break a sweat. 'Sinclair' would never outwardly gape at anyone's things, but she found it hard not to be in awe when she was especially envious of Divina's blue Daisy Spikes; she noticed that Wednesday had them in black, sitting unworn in her closet with her other shoes. "Why, how much are you worth?"

Wednesday didn't want to say what her family's net worth was. Gomez, in his Once in a Lifetime good decision, had ditched his uranium mines for rhodium mines when she was around two years old, after it was clear that there was a glut in the market and its price was plummeting: while at the time of his mine dump and acquisition, uranium fluctuated around fifty dollars per pound, rhodium brought in nearly fifteen thousand dollars per ounce. The price currently hovers around four thousand per ounce, but just a couple of years ago their "small" haul of four tons brought their overall wealth to about four billion, half of which was put into trusts for Wednesday and Pugsley. Needless to say, the Addamses were very comfortable billionaires, though they tried not to flaunt it.

"Why did she tell them to fuck off?"

"Oh…you know, that whole conservatorship thing. People think Britney's finally letting loose after feeling caged for so long."

Whether it was all in her head (which it often was), Wednesday at times felt like she too was trapped under her parent's thumbs. Perhaps not under a strict, brain-stunting conservatorship, but their lack of engagement and Morticia's backhanded compliments felt like a prison of its own.

But she would also be damned if she let herself be compared to Britney fucking Spears. Her one and only outlet for feeling like a normal human was probably stubbornly still at the station working when he should be at home resting up after their long session in Burlington. She shook her head and started typing again.

– prophe…cies –

"Hit me baby one more time," Enid whisper-sang terribly as she flipped through the pop star's Instagram. She looked up to see Wednesday's murderous eye and stopped. "Ohmigod, I'm so sorry."

Too late. It was in Wednesday's head now, and the best she could hope for was that a lyric or two didn't make it into her paper.

And now the song clanged in her brain as she desperately tried to chase it away...

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#wednesday #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wenclair #wenclair bffs #wednesday & enid #writing wednesday #wenovan #black bubblegum #satisfying afterburn #satisfying afterburn excerpt #happy frickin birthday jenna wherever y'are #lol

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