6 Works by sirusblack
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The Strongest has two weaknesses:
1. You
2. You, in lace.
He spoils you rotten, his pretty little wife, his soulmate.
Not even a mission on the other side of the country can keep him away from you for long.
Not when you're wearing *those* panties.***
“Speaking of,” he begins, brushing the tip of his tongue against his canine, “Why did you call earlier?”He hears you shuffle around again, and his smile turns devilish, sharp at the edges with devious delight.
“I…wanted to see if you were busy,” you hedge, suddenly sounding shy.
God, you’re adorable.
“Oh?” he asks, “And why is that?”
“Because…” you pause for theatrical effect, “I’m awfully lonely here in this big, scary penthouse. So I thought I’d wear something you might like..."
Gojo’s breath stutters, cock stirring. It’s embarrassing how hard you get him, even with the smallest of touches, the softest of whispers, the mere promise of you has him salivating, yearning for a taste.
He sits upright.
“And what’s that, baby?”
“…Guess.”
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Everything about your life has been primed and polished to perfection. As the youngest daughter of the Rosier family, you carry the weight of a legacy heavier than a thousand worlds. But beneath the glamour and opulence, shadows of your mothers mysterious death have begun to creep into place...
That is, until you start at Hogwarts. Hogwarts is the ray of light that banishes the darkness. There, you meet life-long friends and create adventures that anchor you through the waves of Chaos that threaten to capsize your entire life.(A retelling of the Harry Potter books, through your eyes. Discover friendship and romance, and embark on the journey of a life time!)
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Jujutsu sorcerers all suffer from the curse of loneliness. And you have decided that you will be the one to exorcise it.
From your first day at Jujutsu Tech, to the unraveling of the Plasma Star Vessel incident and beyond, you become a warm constant in the lives of Gojo, Geto and Shoko. This is a story of friendship, first love, and grief scattered amongst wholesome slice-of-life moments between the trio (and later, Nanemi & Haibara) while following the canon timeline.
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Chaos Theory (Old Version, Revamp Now Available!) by sirusblack
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
21 Oct 2025
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Like most complicated things in life, this story starts with a boy, a secret and a smile.
Even in retrospect, they seem like they’ve been scribbled on a scrap piece of paper and blindly plucked from a nice, big bowl of what-else-can-the-universe-thrust-at-me for the sake of twisted arbitrary, but not everything is as it seems, and everything seems ridiculous and inconvenient. At the same time, maybe you should have seen this coming. Maybe you should have predicted the shit storm that was going to spin your life into vertigo, like the earth has been tipped off its axis, latitude and longitude slipping and colliding while the corners of the map fade to ash.
It happens, as you would later realize with an impending sense of doom, like this...
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"Mine," he whispers, firewhiskey on his lips and your heart in his hands, his grip possessive. He holds you like a promise, and he's never broken his promises.
You smile at him, sliding onto his lap. Your hands are in his hair, combing through the lucious locks and he smells of sandalwood and adventure and in this moment, you really are young gods.
"Yours," you breathe, leaning in, your lips ghosting over his, "Forever and always."
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The year is 1977. You’re a socially awkward sixteen year old, thrust into the heart of the war and tangled within the heart strings of three very different boys from very different worlds. Will you conquer Voldemort’s war, or will you be conquered by it? Only time will tell, and time can be the one bullet from behind that kills you.
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It hits you like a blaster to the chest, “You were jealous.”
The Mandalorian takes another step forward, neatly eliminating any space you had tried to regain. Your back is pressed against the wall as he takes another step closer, closer, closer, his arm reaching out grazing against your cheek, caging you in, closer, closer, closer—
He grips the handle of your dagger and pulls it out of the wall beside your head with a strong tug. The dagger dances between his fingers as he twirls it then parts the split in your dress just enough to slide the dagger back into its holster. His fingers glide along your inner thigh and you gasp, his touch electric.
“Not exactly,” he says, “Just a little protective.”
You exhale slowly, evenly, your chest fluttering with a thousand hummingbirds, “Is there a difference?”
He pulls his gloves off and trails his fingers along the delicate skin of your inner thigh, “I suppose not.”