#marauders fuff

[thebestofoneshots]

✩ Star : Idk how to describe myself so sorry if this is bad 💀

Personality: kinda mean/ bitchy (I’m working on it 😭), keeps to myself, INTP, awkward, shy, funny when you get to know me, very calm, Loyal

Physical Appearance: Plus size, African - American, Cubby face, Cat pretty (if you know what that means), 5’7 so around 170.18 cm?

Hobbies: Blogging, writing, dancing, singing, and reading

I’m open to poly!marauders too btw 🤍🤍

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☆ Star: send a short description of yourself and I’ll tell you who I ship you with!

I ship you with Remus & James! In first year they were both kinda scared of you, with your closed off vibe and your slightly bitchy attitude, but Remus was the first one to realize it wasn’t that you were actually mean, but that you were a little shy instead, and that you would rather stay inside and read a book to go out and party like his friends would. As the most introverted of his own group of friends, he totally understood.

Eventually, and mostly thanks to Remus’ insistence, you joined their friend group, and you were glad, since Lily, Marlene, Mary were such fantastic girlfriends you actually enjoyed spending time with them, instead of locking yourself up the library and reading on and on until your eyes hurt.

Sirius and you did not get along at first, he thought your mean attitude meant you were stuck up, which is something James couldn’t understand at all, he thought you were lovely. From the way you moved, to the way you spoke, he once heard you singing to yourself too, and that’s when he knew he was a goner. James was the first one to fall for you, he had the most massive crush you’d ever seen. He called you love, and kitten and even if you pretended to hate it, you secretly loved it. He still calls you kitten to this day.

But for some reason, even if you clearly liked each other, the two of you did not start to date immediately, in fact, even while you were best friends, and hung around each other all the time, he hadn’t asked you to actually date him yet, poor boy was too scared of getting rejected.

When Remus started to like you, he felt miserable, he knew James had a huge crush on you and he didn’t want to damage his relationship with you. It was messy, and he tried to keep his distance, but you didn’t let him. You were not going to let your first friend at Hogwarts run off without a reason. So you confronted him, and finally, he admitted to liking you. That’s when you two shared your first kiss.

Eventually, you had to talk to James about it, and that’s how the throuple started. James figured he’d be open to that kind of a relationship, and Remus said he would too, you were ecstatic.

When you all became official, you couldn’t believe you hadn’t let it happen sooner. James, being the fool in love he was, was always blowing kisses at you on Quidditch matches, hugging you from behind and praising how beautiful your skin looked when the sun hit it while you looked at him fly from the bleachers.

Remus, on the other hand, was a lot more reserved with his PDA. Regardless, he loved holding hands as you walked from one classroom to another, and he tended to place his hand over your leg while you studied together at the library. Remus is just as good of a boyfriend as James, but you could share different things with him. He absolutely loves reading whatever you write, and he always encourages you to write even more. Sometimes the two of you just sit together and listen to some music while you write, and he reads a book. You really do enjoy each other’s company. You especially love how clingy he gets around the full moon; even James takes a few steps back from you at that time of the month because he just knows how cranky Remus can get.

The two boys absolutely love to see you dance; they’re absolutely enthralled by the way you move. James was the first one to ask you for a dance, and you had couldn’t stop laughing because he would just continue to crack the stupidest of jokes. Remus joined the two of you on the dance floor later that night; the three of you found a way to move with the rhythm in sync with each other, enjoying the tunes that went through the record player.

Ren and Rem sound so cute together, though. Imagine the wedding invitations! Anyway, I hope you like this. Much love, Lilly xx

MASTERLIST

[mediocre-daydreams]

you do james' makeup

(1.4k) one suggestive comment

**note: not every skin tone and type chooses to/frequently use certain products (ex. blush on dark skin, eyeshadow on monolids), so for the sake of the inclusivity, i’m having reader buy products specifically for james and his facial features

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and what’s this?” james wonders, holding up a circular container with a rosy product within. “ah, i know! it’s blush, isn’t it?”

“it is!” your heart seemed to melt and drip like warm candle wax as you watched james dig through a little bag of makeup with genuine curiosity. you loved that about james: he was never one to dim his self expression. you’d think that james potter, hogwarts heartthrob, quidditch captain, and trust fund baby would be a bit conceited, perhaps overly concerned with appearances, but that wasn’t james at all. he had no desire to flaunt his masculinity nor did he shy away from things traditionally considered feminine; he liked to say that nothing has a gender! was diggory seriously trying to say my patterned socks were effeminate? he wishes he could pull off heart-patterned socks like me.

“how come even beauty products are beautiful?” james mumbled to himself as he sorted through different eyeshadows you’d picked out together at hogsmeade. the store had a limited edition quidditch line and james bought nearly every single item, promising to use them. (the both of you knew you’d end up sharing them with the girls for parties or spontaneous makeovers.)

“how come people who buy beauty products are already beautiful?” you smiled, pressing a doting kiss to james’ cheek. he blushed. “hey, you’re blushing! you don’t even need any makeup for that.”

james slapped his hands over his cheeks in embarrassment. “i’m not blushing!” he shook his head. “i dunno what you’re on about. maybe all the product fumes are making you hallucinate.”

you snorted. “we haven’t even opened anything.”

james shook his head in sarcastic agreement. “alright, smartmouth. show me where to start.”

you peeled open a bottle of sunscreen-primer. squeezing some onto your fingertips, you began to rub it into his skin with gentle circles. james closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of your caressing touch.

“james. jamie. the love of my life. i cannot believe you’ve gone your entire life without sunscreen!” you shuddered. “i hate to think of you on the quidditch pitch, sunscreenless.”

james’ eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t open his eyes. “hey, i wear sunscreen during games!”

“you’re supposed to wear it every day! on your face, at the very least.”

he opened one eye cautiously. “i’ll wear it only if you’re the one putting it on me,” he raised his eyebrows suggestively. “think about it! we could start the day off… you and me… you’re putting white stuff on my face just like-”

“merlin, that’s the third innuendo you’ve made today! it’s literally one in the afternoon!”

“hey, that’s pretty tame for me,” james huffed.

you finished rubbing in the sunscreen, tracing his cheeks with your thumbs lovingly before reaching for the makeup bag. “what next?”

james hummed, digging through the products. “can you make me all chiseled, like sirius?” he grinned crookedly, pushing his chin up and looking thoughtfully to the side. “make me look like a greek god.”

you laughed, smacking his bicep. “you’re plenty pretty, james. please don’t become sirius. it’d be so weird kissing you then.”

“i heard that!” sirius groaned from the other side of the room, where he was napping under a mound of blankets.

“go back to sleep, padfoot! nobody likes you!” james shouted.

“you already have such lovely bone structure, james. i dunno what to do.” you waved a brush around for emphasis. “what if we just do blush instead?”

james smiled. his eyes crinkled in the corners, making you smile back at him with the dopiest, most adoring look you could muster. james poked you in the cheek. “why are y’lookin’ at me like that?” he teased.

“like what?” you retorted. “i think you’re hallucinating from all the- the sunscreen fumes.”

he chuckled, resting four large, calloused fingers beneath your chin. he leaned in until his nose was just inches from yours. “i think you’re lying. i think you love me,” he smirked, his voice low and gravelly.

you tried to keep a straight face. (key word: tried.) “i do, james. i really, really do.”

“good!” he chirped, pulling away from you immediately. your mouth dropped in frustration. “now make me all pink!”

you sighed. what a tease, he was. you opened up the blush and swirled the soft brush around the compact powder and then painted it across james’ cheeks and the tip of his nose. james sneezed.

“am i allergic?” he gulped, feeling his face for any abnormal reaction.

“no, james!” you laughed. “just excess powder, s’all.”

james looked down bashfully. “you’re too smart for me.”

you took james’ hands in your own. “oh please, you’re much too pretty for me. or for anyone, in that matter.”

james tutted disapprovingly as you reached for some mascara and an eyelash curler. “don’t say that about my baby!” he exclaimed. “no, you’re not allowed to say that!”

he looked truly panicked as you turned around, grabbing your forearms with conviction. “you don’t actually think that, do you?”

“no, james!” you simpered. “don’t be silly. i know my worth, and i know yours too.”

from his corner, sirius stuck his arm in the air. “stop being gushy and cute,” he whined. “it’s giving me a headache.”

“muffliato,” you muttered under your breath. “now we’re all good.”

james quirked your nose affecctionately. “like i said, clever girl.”

you rolled your eyes, secretly basking in his praise. “can i do your eyelashes next?”

james nodded eagerly. his excitement quickly faded when you held up the curler.

“bloody hell, what is that? have i done something wrong? why do you wield a weapon, my fair maiden?” he cried theatrically, pulling himself away from you.

“it makes your eyelashes curly!” you made a swooshing motion with the hand that still held the curler. “so they stand up taller and they’re more prominent.”

“it looks like my quidditch mouthguard plus a pair of scissors,” he whispered, terrified. “it’s not going to hurt, is it?”

“no, jamie.” you brushed your knee against his reassuringly. “just close your eyes and i’ll do it for you. it won’t take more than a couple seconds.”

james winced, but sighed in defeat. “fine. but only because i trust you with my life. but if you rip out my eyelashes, i’ll throw you off the astronomy tower.”

james’ eyelids fluttered shut and you leaned in to begin curling. you saw him shiver as your breath danced over his skin. “that’s an empty threat. you’d catch me; you need me to sneak in snacks at your quidditch matches.”

you patted the side of james’ face to let him know you were done. james looked in the mirror and furrowed his eyebrows. “it barely did anything!” he lamented.

“let me do the mascara next! then you’ll see the difference,” you promised. “close your eyes again, please?”

james pouted childlishly but closed his eyes for you again. carefully, you began applying coats of the new mascara you’d purchased. it was brown—almost red—which he claimed was necessary to show his gryffindor pride. you thought it matched his skin tone perfectly.

“all done!” you declared, twisting the tube shut and handing james the mirror. james inspected himself and beamed, looking from his reflection to you to his reflection to you again.

“i love it!” he remarked, turning his face in his mirror to fully appreciate your artistry. “you can see my freckles too! that’s so cute,” he gushed.

you let out an exasperated cry, burying your face in your hands. “damn it james, you’re too wonderful! i hate you so much. i can’t be around you; you make me crazy,” you sobbed, curling into yourself.

james’ innocent glee quickly morphed into an expression of smug mischeviousness. “you don’t hate me.” he wrapped his arms around your curled-up frame, squishing you further down with the weight of his torso. he smattered kisses wherever he could reach. “you don’t hate me, you love me. you looooove me. love love love love loooove.”

no matter how long you’d been together and how often you reminded each other of your love, james always managed to make your heart skip with every cocky smirk or soft whisper or casual compliment, and you hated how much he could see through you.

“i love you,” you conceded, voice muffled from beneath james’ body. “there, happy?”

“very.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[friendly-neighborhood-boricua]

What Do You Want To Be?

Summary: Sirius has a panic attack that takes a very sweet turn.

Notes: Harry Potter Universe, Sirius Black x gn!reader, modern AU or post-Hogwarts. I got the inspiration for this from a stand-up Netflix special, but I can’t remember the name of it. 

Sirius’s mind worked in a peculiar way. It ran at a million miles a minute no matter the situation, and although sometimes that was a good thing, it often worked against him. The smallest mistake could send his mind down a spiraling drain of anxiety and panic, and despite James, Peter, and Remus’s best efforts, it was difficult to fish him out again. Sometimes, the best thing the boys could do for Sirius was hold his hand and wait it out by his side.

Then, Sirius met Y/N. They were quite good friends from the very beginning (James loved to accuse Y/N of stealing Sirius away from him—all in good fun, of course), but Y/N had never seen Sirius’s descent into his own mind until the two started dating. Sirius had harbored a secret crush on Y/N since only a couple of days after they first met, and, much to his immense delight and utter relief, the feelings were reciprocated.

Now, nearly four years into their relationship, Y/N was the expert in keeping Sirius present and focused, even when his mind was trying to drag him down the drain. (It also helped that Sirius hadn’t had any contact with his mother or father in years, so he was much less prone to panic attacks overall.) James, Peter, and Remus had also gotten a bit better at calming Sirius’s nerves when necessary, but Y/N was still the best at it. 

Sirius smiled slightly at the sound of the door unlocking and took another plate from the sink, hoping to load the dishwasher quickly enough to greet her at the door. The sound of the door closing quickly erased that possibility, and Sirius’s shoulders sagged some; though he knew it wasn’t a big deal, he was a little more than disappointed that he wasn’t—

Sirius gasped sharply as arms encircled his waist, his own pulled tight to his chest in a defensive position. The next thing he knew, the plates in his hands were on the ground, shattered, and he was on his knees, apologizing and trying to pick up the pieces with shaky fingers.

“I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to—promise, I didn’t mean it—”

“Sirius.” Sirius’s head shook violently back and forth as if trying to shake away the soothing effect Y/N’s voice had on his mind, and apologies continued to spew from his mouth as he cut himself on the pieces’ sharp edges. “Sirius, love—look at me.” With a gentle but firm hand, Y/N held Sirius’s cheek and guided him to look away from the shards of plate in his bloody hands. 

“‘M sorry.” Sirius was tearful now as he looked into Y/N’s eyes, but they shook their head gently.

“Don’t panic,” they said simply. “What do you want to be?”

The first time Y/N had said this to Sirius was right after he had awoken from a nightmare. He had run away to the Potters’ house only days before, and James had invited Y/N over, knowing they would want to be with Sirius. The two had only just started dating, and although this aspect to their relationship was new, James was sure that if anything happened, Y/N would be able to calm Sirius with ease. Y/N was still awake when Sirius woke from his nightmare that night, and he barely had time to crawl into their arms before he began to shake and cry uncontrollably. And just as James knew would happen, with two simple sentences, Y/N had calmed Sirius’s mind from a racing whirlwind of anger and fear to a light drizzle of emptiness—an emptiness that was at least partially soothed by their presence. 

So on this particular afternoon on the kitchen floor, Sirius’s peculiar mind processed these two sentences very carefully. “Don’t panic” was easy enough; Sirius took a deep (if shaky) breath and forced himself to blink slowly, keeping his eyes on Y/N’s throughout. “What do you want to be?” was a little trickier, but his mind gave him a head start: a good friend, an auror, Harry’s favorite uncle … it was almost like a game, and it distracted his mind perfectly from the panic he was experiencing just seconds ago. And then, his mind threw another answer in his face, and it came flying out of his mouth without his permission.

“Your husband.”

The silence that followed Sirius’s words filled every crevice of the small London apartment. Y/N’s eyes widened slightly, and Sirius’s mind, which had finally quieted for just a moment, began to refill with anxiety.

“Yeah?” Y/N said, and Sirius nodded slowly. They smiled. “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

Y/N guided Sirius into the bathroom and cleaned his cuts with gentle touches, apologizing each time he winced at the rubbing alcohol. Sirius could scarcely believe what had just occurred. He had just proposed, right? Usually proposals were a surprise to one party involved—sometimes both parties had a sort of “game plan” before it all—but he’d never heard of a proposal that was a surprise for both people, so did this count? He didn’t even have a ring. Should he have gotten one by now?—

“Sirius,” said Y/N, and Sirius looked down at them. 

“Yes?” he whispered. They gazed up at him with soft eyes, and the stress that had built up in the last minute or so flowed away yet again. Y/N placed a soft palm on Sirius’s cheek, their other thumb rubbing circles over the bone of his right wrist. 

“You feeling any better?” they asked, and Sirius nodded twice. Y/N smiled at that, taking a curl that fell in front of his eyes and smoothing it back. “Did you mean to say that … earlier?” they asked, and for once, Sirius found a hint of anxiety in their eyes instead of his.

Biting his lip, Sirius shrugged. “I mean … I didn’t plan it or anything, and I haven’t got a … a ring, but …” he shrugged again, his eyes falling to Y/N’s where it lay over his bandaged hand. He bit his lip. “But I … I wouldn’t mind, as long as … as long as you’re … happy with it.”

Y/N grinned up at him, light and mischievous. “Do you want to marry me, Sirius Black?” they asked in a teasing tone, and Sirius groaned, leaning forward and burying his face in the crook of their shoulder and neck. 

“Don’t tease,” he murmured, lips pressed to Y/N’s collarbone as he spoke. 

“Well, you’ve got to give a response to my proposal, Mr. Black,” Y/N responded with a faux-innocent look. “D’you wanna marry me?”

Sirius peered out from his spot on Y/N’s shoulder and nodded, a fierce blush burning over his face. “Yeah, I wanna marry you,” he whispered against their lips, which curled up with a genuine smile. 

“We can go down to the courthouse later, if you’d like?” they whispered, and Sirius nodded, pressing a sweet, warm kiss to their lips.

[padfootslads]

Close

a wolfstar oneshot, fluffy angst

Remus woke up abruptly. His bladder ached in his stomach, but the thought of getting out of his warm bed and stepping on the cold bathroom tiles just about repulsed him. He sighed deeply and stretched out every muscle in his body. That only made the situation worse and he was simply forced to get up. Eyes half-closed, he stumbled through the dormitory, trying his very best to make as little sound as possible as to not wake the others. James’ and Peter’s loud snoring announced that they were indeed fast asleep. But as he listened for Sirius’ deep, calm breaths, he heard instead whimpering and shuffling of sheets. Sirius’ breaths grew louder, and quicker, and then … a sob. 

“Sirius?” Remus whispered. The sobs stopped abruptly. “Are you awake?” There was only quiet for a while, and Remus started to think he’d imagined it all, when a quiet ”...yeah” came from somewhere in the darkness. Remus carefully pushed the bed curtains aside and heard yet another sob. 

“Are you crying?”

”’ Course not,” ”Sirius...” Remus insisted. There really was no point in him denying it, Remus thought. Surely he must have realised that people could hear him through the thin fabric surrounding the bed. Especially after that time James sneaked Mary into the dorm. Remus shook his head in an attempt to get that horrific memory out of his mind.

”It’s nothing,” Sirius said harshly and shifted further away from Remus on the bed. “Go back to sleep, Moony.”

“Fine.”

Remus made his way to the bathroom, somewhat aggravated. He sat down on the toilet, having found no physical or mental energy to do his business standing up. Sirius just had to act all taught all the time, didn’t he, Remus thought to himself. Sirius needed human contact when he was like this, they all knew that. And the fact that he would rather be miserable on his own than accept it annoyed Remus immensely. He hated seeing him like this. Hearing him whimpering in his bed. Every sob hit him like a dagger right in the heart. He couldn't bear it. He returned to the dormitory, longing to crawl under his warm covers again, but as he reached his bed, he was stopped in his tracks. Across from him, through the small opening left in the curtains, he saw Sirius shaking. Remus walked over, deciding that Sirius wasn’t going to have any say in the matter, and crawled inside Sirius’ poster bed. His heart pounded hard as he laid his head down beside Sirius’. He was facing the wall and jumped slightly at the shift in the mattress.

“What are you doing!?” he whispered. Remus felt slightly offended by his tone but chose to ignore it, considering the circumstances.

“It’s okay, Paddy.” 

Remus dragged Sirius close to him, and he felt the warmth of Sirius’ back against his chest. Had the circumstances been different he would have been overjoyed to hold Sirius so close. Not to mention being in the same bed as him. The thought overwhelmed him for a moment before he remembered the reason he was there. He wrapped Sirius in a tight hug “It’s okay.” he said once more. And that was it for Sirius. Heavy tears fell down his face, leaving dark, wet circles on his pillow. His body shook vigorously in time with his loud sobs. Remus tightened his grip even more and repeated his “it’s okay, it’s okay” over and over again, maybe more as a way to not start crying himself, than a way of comforting his friend. He stroked Sirius’ chest softly, hoping he’d calm down. He didn't know what to say, or what to do. Was he supposed to distract him, tell him about that plant soaking professor Sprout in pus in herbology today? Or just let him cry, let him work through it on his own, and just make sure Sirius knows that he’s there for him? He felt so lost, and useless. This was usually James’ job. Waking up to him crawling into Sirius’ bed and hearing him whisper comforting words and random silly thoughts in Sirius’ ear had become somewhat of a routine. A very depressing routine. But James, for some reason, hadn’t heard Sirius’ crying tonight and, truth be told, Remus was glad he hadn’t.

He hugged Sirius for what felt like a very long time. Played with his hair, and breathed heavily to make sure Sirius knew he was still there. Eventually, the sobs calmed down. Remus hesitated for a moment trying to decide on the right thing to do.

“Is it your mum again?” he asked softly. As soon as the words left his lips he regretted it, afraid that Sirius would start bawling uncontrollably or throw him out of the bed for even suggesting that he would cry over his mommy, but Sirius nodded. Slowly. Weakly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No”

“Are you sure?” Remus asked but realised he had indeed pushed it too far when he felt Sirius start shaking again. “Hey, hey, hey,” he said, turning Sirius to face him. His eyes were red and swollen, he looked absolutely heartbroken. “Come here.” 

Sirius turned over completely and threw his arms around Remus, who met him in a tight embrace. They laid there, breathing in the darkness, holding each other, for many long, peaceful minutes. Remus thought it was finally over, that Sirius was all cried out, but he started sobbing again. Remus felt tears drip through his pyjama shirt and Sirius moved away slightly.

“I’m getting you all wet now,” he said.

“Don't worry about that,” Remus assured him. “And your mum is a bloody hag. She doesn't deserve to have a son as brilliant as you” Sirius’ face suddenly felt impossibly close to his own. And he could feel the warmth of Sirius' breath as he let out a small sob filled laughter. He brushed a hand through Sirius’ thick black hair and was careful not to look into his eyes as he said, “I mean it. You’re probably the kindest person I’ve ever met. And the funniest, and the most … handsome,” Sirius moved closer still. Tears were still running down his face, but his eyes were brighter than before. Sirius inhaled shakily, trying to hold in a sob, then he gave Remus a soft kiss. His lips trembled in desperation and Remus wanted to give him everything he asked for, but he reluctantly pushed away.

 “Sirius,” he said in a breathy voice. 

“Rem…” 

“We shouldn’t do this, now,” 

“Please,” Sirius begged. His voice was weak and shaky as he spoke.

“You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re all fragile and … You don't actually want me. You don’t really want to do this, Sirius.” 

“But I do. I’ve wanted this since I saw you get on the train that day. I’ve been in love with you since the moment I saw you. Please... Remus ... I need you.” Remus stayed quiet, trying to process what he had just heard. 

“You … you’re in love with me?” he said stupidly. Sirius didn’t answer. Tears started to form in his eyes again and fell quietly down his cheeks. Remus knew he shouldn't be doing this but Sirius looked so heartbreakingly beautiful. He couldn't refuse him, no matter how much the tiny voice in his head was telling him to. He found himself inching closer, eyes shuttering close as he pulled Sirius to him, joining their lips together again, tasting the salty tears. His heart raced as Sirius’ tongue forced its way in between his lips, and he caught a hint of smoke hidden in a sharp taste of minty toothpaste. He realised that he wouldn’t have cared if Sirius’ mouth tasted like a bloody chimney, he’d still want to live in this moment forever. 

The hours went and the two of them held each other close. As morning came, they woke up, with their arms still around the other. They smiled and kissed softly. Sirius’ troubles were but a distant memory now. They felt as though nothing could ever ruin their bliss, knowing they would always have that beautiful night. The night they were closer than they’d ever been before.

[girlwithacrown]

My fav idiots getting ready for James' and Lily's wedding.

For #blissember2020 collab with @fleursowl ❤️ Formal Attire def was one of my most anticipated prompts and her fic is just BLISS.

[rags-writes]

My Ao3

Please leave kudos and comments.

Request status: Open go here for the rules.

✅️= completed

❎️= not completed

🌶= smut

❤️= fuff

💔= angst

🩹= hurt/comfort

🤕= hurt/ no comfort

Dragon Age Inquisition:

The Path You Cannot Follow - Rated T ✅️💔🤕

A Wolf's Wonder - Unrated ❎️

Cyberpunk 2077:

Headcanons

What would they impulse buy at the grocery store?

Arcane (League Of Legends):

Call of Duty:

Series:

Through The Scope: Part 1 Lies (Coming Saturday night) - Part 2 ??? (Unknow time frame) - maybe Part 3 maybe

Oneshots:

Untitled (Konig x Reader)- Rated M - ✅️🥵❤️- Ao3

Lean on Me (Ghost & Reader) - Rated T -✅️🩹- Ao3

Headcanons

When you accidentally bump into them - Ghost and Soap

141 helps you move headcanons - Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz

Fallout 4:

Headcanons

When someone makes you cry.

Marauders Era

Remember everyone Fuck JK Rowling, this shit is mine.(Legally it's not but you know what I mean)

Series:

Drowning Fate

Part 1 - Drowning Change - Regulus had accepted his fate, drowning alone in his cave in the hope that others would destroy the dark lord, but someone changed his fate, and he now has hope of living till the end of the war.

Headcanons

Starchaser - James pov of things and headcanons- Ao3

Sunseeker - My Collections of headcanons and drabbles of Regulus Arcturus Black. These will be the backstory for Regulus in any of my fanfic of him unless stated otherwise in any of the fanfic. - Ao3

[mediocre-daydreams]

based on “be my baby” by the ronettes

𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

incomplete! current w/c: 0

☞ series playlist

you and james are the mushiest, gushiest couple at hogwarts. except, you’re not a couple—just a couple ‘a besties! you’re perfectly happy in your “will-we-won’t-we” situation, but your friends are not. (aka four scenes in which you and james are tooth-rotteningly sweet on each other, platonically, of course!)

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➊ 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎

➋ 𝚒𝚏 𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚒’𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘

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