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[moonwalkingprincess]

Harry's godmother p1

Sirius Black x reader

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The news about Sirius spread quickly. He was on the front page of every newspaper in the wizarding world and plastered on "have you seen this wizard" posters throughout Diagon Alley. Shopping today was a hassle, but Harry needed to buy his school books. A few days ago, Harry Potter, her godson, rang her doorbell, expressing that he was tired of living with the Dursleys. She knew there was a reason he had to stay there instead of with her, but what could she do? Send him away? "Listen, Harry, you can't live here. Just go away."

She helped him with the shopping, but her mind was consumed with thoughts of Sirius, as all Harry talked about was him. Harry knew that Sirius had known his parents. One day, she even went down to the basement and dug up a box from old times. Inside, she found her uniform, her Head Girl badge, and her heart sank when she saw the rose he had made for her. That was how he had won her over. She had saved everything from their relationship, not really understanding why... but she had. She didn’t want to delve into the box; everything inside represented her emotional time with Sirius, and she didn’t want to think about it. However, she found a photo album. "Perfect," she thought. "Harry will appreciate this."

After dinner, she handed the album to Harry. He thanked her and settled into an old, worn armchair in front of the fireplace, the album resting in his lap as he slowly flipped through its pages, his fingers tracing over the faded photographs of his parents.

One picture caught his eye: James, wearing his Gryffindor Quidditch jersey, grinning widely, while Lily stood beside him, arms crossed, shaking her head but unable to hide her smile. Harry felt a familiar heaviness in his chest—a strange mix of closeness and distance. He knew they had been happy. He knew they loved him. But he had never felt that love himself.

He swallowed hard and turned the page.

The next image made him stop.

It was Y/N—younger, around 16 or 17—standing next to a dark-haired man with gray, tousled eyes. They were at the Gryffindor table, Sirius had his arm casually slung around her shoulder, eating from a bowl on the table. Y/N was laughing at something he must have said, looking at him with joy. Even though they weren’t looking directly at the camera, there was a naturalness in their closeness.

Harry furrowed his brow. "Y/N?"

She looked up from the desk where she was sorting parchment, her body freezing for a moment.

"Yes?"

"You knew him."

It wasn’t a question but a statement.

Y/N slowly set down her quill and walked over to him with calm steps. When she looked down at the picture, something softened in her expression—sorrow, longing, perhaps something else Harry couldn’t quite place.

"Yes," she said quietly. "I knew him."

Harry glanced back at the album. There were more pictures of them. One where Sirius lay sprawled in the grass, eyes closed, while Y/N lay on her stomach next to him, drawing something with her wand in the air. Another where he was holding her in his arms, spinning her around, her laughter captured for eternity.

And then there was a picture of them kissing.

That made Harry freeze. He looked up at her again, his voice uncertain. "Were you...?"

Y/N took a deep breath, but her gaze didn’t waver.

"We were engaged," she finally said.

It felt like the air in the room shifted. Engaged. It wasn’t just that she had known him, not just that she had been his friend. She had loved him. Harry stared down at the photos again, and suddenly, Sirius Black felt even more... real. Not just a name in a newspaper, not just a traitor.

"So... why is he—?"

Y/N closed her eyes for a brief moment, as if gathering herself.

"It was a lie, Harry," she finally said. "Everything he said, everything he did... it was a lie."

It wasn’t a lie. Not entirely. But she knew Harry. He was too much like James. He would go after Sirius if he knew the truth, and she couldn’t let him do that.

"Can I ask how you two got together?" Harry asked, looking at Y/N curiously. "I mean, I know you come from such different backgrounds..."

"That's true," Y/N replied with a sigh. "Sirius belonged to the House of Black, one of those families that believes they are something just because they're pureblood..." She shook her head. "But you're not..."

"I'm half-blood," Y/N explained with a small smile. "You do know that Arthur Weasley and I are cousins?" Harry dropped his jaw in surprise.

Y/N looked at him with a slight smile. "Yes, it’s true. I might not have red hair, but we share the same stubbornness. My father was a Muggle. I think even Arthur got his interest in muggles from him."

Harry blinked in astonishment. "But how did you end up with Sirius Black?"

Y/N paused for a moment, extinguishing the lights on the tables as a faint memory of their time together flashed in her mind. "I'd rather not talk about it, Harry. Besides, you have to get up early tomorrow and catch the train..." she quickly added, trying to steer the conversation away from the painful memories.

"Oh, come on! The Dursleys never cared about bedtime," Harry whined with a crooked smile.

"That's not an argument for staying up late. Off to bed, Harry!" Y/N smiled, but her heart felt heavy.

As Harry disappeared up the stairs, Y/N felt the thoughts of Sirius begin to overwhelm her. She remembered his laughter, his intense eyes, and the way he always challenged her. A flood of memories washed over her, and she allowed herself to sink into the flashback that began to play in her mind...

Flashback 1976, Hogwarts.

(A/N: I'm very much aware that should i stay or should I go, is the 80s but I just reallly like the 80s music better and it fits sirius better. So 80s is now in the 70s!)

The famous fancast, ben barnes and aaron johnson, etc as the marauders

Gryffindor Common Room in the '70s was a lively and colorful place, dominated by red and gold. The walls were dressed in deep red velvet, and the soft light from floating candles cast a warm glow over the worn but inviting furniture. Students gathered in groups, laughing and chatting about everything from lessons to the latest Quidditch match, with a sense of camaraderie and adventure hanging in the air. In one corner sat Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Sirius Black. James, with his characteristic messy hair, leaned back in an armchair while Sirius, with his dark, wavy hair, was captivated by the music playing on an old Muggle record player. "Should I Stay or Should I Go" filled the room, and Sirius nodded to the rhythm.

"Five Galleons that you fail," James said, leaning against the back of the armchair with his arms crossed and a confident grin on his face.

Sirius looked up from his seat, one eyebrow raised. "Fail at what, exactly?"

James nodded towards the other side of the room, where Y/N sat in one of the soft sofas with a book in her lap. Her brow was furrowed in concentration, completely unaware of their gazes.

"Getting her to fall for you."

Sirius scoffed. "Please, Potter, I've had every girl in this school fall for me. Do you really think she would be any different?"

James chuckled. "Yeah, actually. She thinks you're an arrogant, self-absorbed git. Her words, not mine."

Sirius leaned back in his chair, watching her as she turned the page of her book. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and as she reached for her quill, he saw a spark of determination in her eyes.

Okay. Challenge accepted.

He stood up and walked over to her, his most charming smile in place.

"Y/N," he greeted.

She barely looked up. "Black."

Not even a small smile. Interesting.

He sank into the sofa opposite her and leaned casually against the armrest. "So, what are you reading?"

She turned to the next page. "Something you wouldn't understand."

His smile widened. "Oh? And what would that be?"

Y/N sighed, but there was a hint of irritation in her voice as she said, "Advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. Something that requires concentration. So if you'll excuse me—"

"I like Defense Against the Dark Arts," Sirius interrupted, leaning closer. "In fact, I'm quite good at it."

She raised her eyes, and for the first time, she really looked at him. Her eyes narrowed. "You like to fight, Black. That's not the same thing."

Sirius let out a low laugh. Okay, she was smart. Sharp. He liked that.

"So, what do I have to do to make you smile a little?" he asked, tilting his head.

She stared at him for a few seconds before pouting. "Stop talking."

He burst out laughing. "Ouch, you're hurting me, Y/N."

"I can live with that."

And with that, she turned back to her book, completely ignoring him.

When Sirius returned to James and Remus, James was shaking his head with a broad smile. "You're so doomed, mate."

Sirius ran a hand through his dark hair and glanced back at Y/N, who still seemed entirely unaware of him.

Okay.

This was more than just a challenge now.

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regrets // sirius black

pairing: post-azkaban!sirius black x female!reader

content: frustration, arguing, wounds, death, grief, pregnancy

summary: you’re pregnant with sirius’ child and the two of you are cooking dinner when buckbeak is mysteriously injured. against sirius’ wishes you attempt to help tend to the creature’s wound. whilst arguing with you to let him deal with it, buckbeak accidentally bucks up and you receive a gash in your arm. you run off in tears after sirius yells at you. that’s when sirius is called to the ministry to save harry, and though he tries to apologize when he leaves, you’re too stubborn to reply.

note: i originally posted this on a different account, but i'm switching it over to make this my main account.

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"You shouldn't be in here." You heard the voice of your husband scold you slightly.

Just minutes ago, you had both been trying making dinner for two, which wasn't going too well. It was a new thing for both of you. Sirius had always had food made for him, whether it was by a house-elf or a fellow magic-maker. Your father was a Muggle and had been brought up by a single mother, so he taught you the essential cooking skills, but over the summer Molly had been so intent on keeping you off your feet when the announcement of your pregnancy came about that you had become a bit rusty.

But then you both had heard Buckbeard let out a sharp cry of pain. Sirius rushed up the stairs with you waddling closely behind him to find an angry hippogriff with a deep gash. Sirius tried pushing you out of the room to keep you from getting injured, but you had refused due to the pure fact that you had become too fond of the creature to leave. Now, you were attempting the clean out the wound while Sirius tried to hold him still.

"I can do this myself." He grumbled.

"Just let me help. I've almost got it." You replied with, dabbing at the cut.

A shriek and a yell later and you were leaning against a wall holding your upper arm. Blood coated your fingers and was dripping onto the ground along with your teardrops. Sirius rushed to you, shaking his head as he gently grabbed your arm.

"You should have listened to me." He sighed out. "Now get out and fix that. I can't remember any healing spells." He continued and moved back to Buckbeak, who was waiting

"I'm fine." You said, moving toward Buckbeak, only wincing a bit when you moved your arm.

You grabbed a roll of bandages and started to try to dress Buckbeak's wound. You had dropped it at least three times before Sirius pushed you away from the beast.

"Go." He said firmly, pointing to the door.

"I'm fine." You said through gritted teeth as you were attempting to move past him.

Sirius had finally snapped. He loved you too much to let you do this. He shook his head angrily and took a few steps back when he saw no movement from you.

"Just get out, goddammit!" He yelled, turning away from you.

You stumbled back, the hand of your uninjured arm immediately going to your swollen stomach. You let out a shaky breath as you turned and waddled out of the room, slowly padding down the stairs. You grabbed a kitchen towel from the counter and wrapped it around your arm. You couldn't heal it magically at the moment because you had injured your wand arm. You wiped away the single tear that had rolled down your face and wobbled over to a chair. You sat there for at least an hour, simultaneously hating yourself and cursing Sirius out in your head. You occasionally checked on your injury, lifting the blood-stained towel up to see an ugly gash. You only faintly heard Kreacher's voice from another room but thought nothing of it. The house-elf always talked to himself, and you didn't feel the desire to hear more slurs about your blood status.

The front door of the house banged open to reveal an out of breath Remus. You frowned at him.

"Where's Sirius?" He breathed out frantically.

You pointed to the stairs meekly just as Sirius came rushing down.

"What's going on?" He asked Remus, the glanced at you to see if you were okay.

You didn't even look at him. Instead, you stared at the tablecloth in front of you. You were too scared to look at Sirius, but not of him. You were scared of what you would do if you did look at him.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named lured Harry to the Ministry," Remus said quickly, grabbing out his wand from inside his jacket.

You looked up at this. Harry was like your nephew. You had immediately gotten along with the boy when you two first met, back when Sirius was in Azkaban. The Potter had only been eleven, and at that time, Dumbledore had introduced you as merely one of James' friends rather than Sirius' lover. You had been close to James before he was killed by the Dark Lord. He had treated you as his sister, and you had treated him as your brother because your own was too busy 'ruling the school' with Lucius Malfoy. You were treated as one of the boys, though you had never learned of the Marauder's Map until it was in Harry's possession. He had let you hang with the four Gryffindors most of the time, and they had all joked with you.

Then you had taken a special liking for one of the boys when fourth year rolled around. Sirius had always seemed to make sure you were happy, and sometimes even made you promise to cheer for him at Quidditch games. Your hands had grazed the other's frequently, and that was about the only time you ever saw Sirius blush. He had finally decided to ask you out on a date around Christmas time. It was just a simple butterbeer together at Three Broomsticks, but it was enough. You two had had butterbeer together before, but only in the presence of Remus, Peter, and James. This time it would be alone.

After the drinks, Sirius walked you back to the Gryffindor common room and just before you had headed off to the girls' dormitory, he had swiftly grabbed your face and placed a kiss upon your lips. You kissed back, of course, and that had led to you two cuddling and being as romantic as can be on the sofa. The only problem you two had not thought of was James. He had walked in on the two after a great day in Hogsmeade. He didn't seem to like his best friend being an item with his 'sister'. This led to an early bedtime for you both. By morning, Sirius had convinced James that he would keep you safe, and you had promised that you would still cheer for him at his Quidditch games. You were made one of Lily's bridesmaids and Sirius was made James' best man. At your own wedding, you had asked Lily to be your maid of honor, and Sirius had practically begged James to help him with his vows and be his best man.

So to say that you had felt a special bond with Harry was an understatement. You waited for Remus to continue with something, anything that would make you feel better. But he didn't. Instead, Sirius sprang into action. He told Remus to beat him there so he could make sure Harry was safe enough, swiped his wand from off the counter, and slipped on his shoes. He rushed over to you and placed a kiss on your lips just as he had done the first time.

"I love you, (Y/N/N)." He told you.

When you didn't answer him, he sighed.

"I'll be back." He declared before Apparating out of the home.

You instantly regretted not answering him. You moved from the chair you were sitting on to the bedroom you two shared, which was just Sirius' old bedroom with some of your things inside. You let your hand graze over the pictures of the two of you, of James and him, of the Marauders all together, and of just you. You gently laid yourself onto the bed and closed your eyes, cherishing the silence. You could smell Sirius on the blankets and pillows. It helped you fall asleep, but it didn't keep you asleep.

Only a half an hour later, you woke up with tears streaming down your face. You had the worst nightmare ever, one where Sirius died hating you. You couldn't stand it. You placed your feet onto the ground and walked out to the living area. You sat on the sofa and waited. You felt like you had been waiting forever before you finally heard the familiar sound of the door opening. You rushed as fast as you could to the door, greeting who you thought was Sirius with a hug.

"(Y/N)." You heard Remus' voice.

You threw yourself off of him and looked at him with concern. You noticed that Sirius was nowhere to be seen.

"Remus, where is he? Where's Sirius? I need to say something to him." You told the werewolf.

Remus looked as if he had swallowed a giant pill. He looked pained and weak. You frowned softly at the man, looking up into his eyes as you waited for his answer. He looked down at you and wrapped you in a hug. You immediately pulled away, sensing something was wrong.

"What happened? Is he hurt? Did he get caught by the Ministry?" You asked him, a million and one scenarios going through your head.

Remus shook his head. He gulped down a breath and stumbled into the house further. He practically fell down onto a chair, staring into space and running a hand through his hair briefly.

"(Y/N), he-he's dead. Bellatrix Lestrange killed him and -" Remus said softly, his voice breaking.

He looked up at you, tears streaming down his face. You couldn't comprehend his words at first. When it finally clicked, your face fell, along with your body. Remus had barely made it to your falling form before you hit the ground. He held you on the floor as you sobbed, clutching onto his shirt and gulping for air. All you could feel was pain and heartbreak.

You blamed Bellatrix, you blamed Voldemort, you even blamed yourself. Why hadn't you kissed him back? Why hadn't you told him that you loved him? Why did you get upset over something that was truly your fault?

You must have been sitting there for an hour before a knock on the door came about. Remus slowly helped you stand and supported you as he led you over to a chair. He then walked to the door, wand at the ready. He swung the door open with his wand pointed at the person behind it.

Molly Weasley had a forlorn look on her face. She shoved past Remus and practically ran over to you before wrapping you in her arms. She always treated you like her own child, ever since you met, which was sometimes a bit annoying because of the smothering, but most times it was endearing. Molly pulled away after a few moments. She looked you over and caught a glimpse of your arm. She gasped at the bloody mess, drew her wand from inside her bag, placed the tip of her wand near the injury, and muttered something. Instantly your arm healed, leaving you with no trace of an encounter with Buckbeak. You sniffled softly, tears still rolling down your cheeks.

"Now, you will come with me back to the Burrow. Go pack whatever you will need to bring, and I will find means of traveling. Apparating will hurt the baby, and I don't seem to have any Floo powder." Molly said, looking through her gigantic bag.

You did as she said, and packed everything you could. Your clothes, your toiletries, your favorite objects, and of course, every picture you could find that wasn't magically stuck to the wall. You carried the bag back to where Molly was. She immediately grabbed your bag from you and shoved it into Remus' arms. She then gently wrapped your traveling cloak around you and grabbed your hand. She led you outside the house, locking the door behind her with a flick of her wrist. You were carefully placed inside a taxi, with Molly next to you, Remus next to Molly. Molly gave the driver the address, stroking your hair gently as you leaned into her.

"Beautiful night, isn't it?" The driver asked, attempting small talk.

Remus didn't say anything back. You held back a sob and snuggled into Molly even more, your tears streaming down your face faster now. Molly just nodded sadly and continued to stroke your hair. The driver didn't say anything else after that.

When you finally reached the Burrow, it was daylight. You hadn't gotten any sleep since your little nap, but you couldn't sleep alone. You had barely been left alone since Sirius had escaped from Azkaban. You slept with him, you ate with him, you cleaned with him, you cooked with him, you had even taken showers with the man. Before your pregnancy, it had been a sexy time with him. But when you had started growing a baby bump, he didn't want you to somehow pull a muscle by washing your hair. It sometimes was a bit bothersome, but it was also sweet. He was so excited to be a father. He never let you get too cold or too warm. He kept you stuffed with all your favorite foods.

But now he was gone. You were alone in this world until your child was born, a child you would have to raise alone. Your child wouldn't have a father. No one to check under the bed for monsters. No one to tease you with. You choked back a sob, knowing that Molly and Remus were trying to sleep. You softly rubbed your stomach and looked out into the garden.

After hours of Molly smothering you with every form of love she had, you were finally left alone again. The moonlight streamed in through the window of the room you were staying in. The stars shone brightly on the country hills. You quietly made your way down to the garden, then sat on a bench out there. You snuggled into your sweater and looked up at the night sky. You saw a particular star shining the brightest. Sirius. You wiped away the tear that had fallen and smile sadly at the diamond-like thing.

"I love you too." You whispered to it, remembering Sirius' last words to you.

why did i feel the need to write a sad sirius imagine as my first one? i have no idea, but there are more coming don't you worry.

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Come Back To Me

Summary: You’re in love with your best friend, Bucky, who’s going to war. You might’ve run out of time to tell him.

Word Count: 2k

Warning: Fluffy/ Soft Bucky (yes It is that serious), Jealousy

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I’ve never felt this disappointed in my life

A few days ago I met up with an old friend, after more than a year of not speaking. At some point she told me that she’s into Harry Potter again, and I got really excited to finally have someone to talk to. So I asked her who was her favorite, not wanting to directly ask which era she liked most. Well, she took this as a chance to rant to me about how weird and stupid she finds Marauders’ Era, literally breaking my heart.

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i just want to be in a remus lupin sirius black sandwich fuck off

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The Red Thorns adventures (Harry Potter Marauders era fanfiction ) (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/299037654-the-red-thorns-adventures-harry-potter-marauders?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Marauders_Aesthetic&wp_originator=nj7a24lHqPPQBY77R6MFrw8wvRQ45PSEolp6K%2BcAqUCseZ%2BGfqWQWvGtjHuBgYwitw5unoEuJUbSGy0KPF2abMi4iQDIA%2FO9kqXlquXJNyboR46iHDTJ9KrEihmQ107V Hogwarts, 1975 Bloom and her gang of friends are not your average kind of witches. They are in a gang called the Red Thorns. What is their goal ? To beat the Marauders and out prank them in every possible way. This year they are starting their 5th year and this is the year that will change for better or for worse. Read this story to discover the story behind the 4 girls who beat the Marauders at their own game. Disclaimer : I do not support JKR This story is based on the HP universe and all of my characters are OCs.

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Sirius Black

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PadFoot 

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Better Now

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Not A Babysitter

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Seconds

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Regulus Black

Little Brother Regulus 

Comfort And Death

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Tumbling Downhill

Charlie Weasley

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Flustered

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Fantastic Beasts 

Tom Riddle

Riddle Me That

Blaise Zabini

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A One Night Stand

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Sirius Black P.S. Headcanon:

 Ight so let me just start by saying, 

Your Body Does Not define You.

You Are Fucking Beautiful, Do Not Let Anyone Tell You Different!

Now, this be a request from my friend, @herclodlawyerbear  I hope ya like itttt.

________________________________________________________________Dating Sirius Black, Plus Sized Reader addition:

Mini dates at Hogsmeade every other weekend, You can’t change my mind

This man will spoil you shitless, also can’t change my mind

He’d be overprotective of you too so if someone looks at you the wrong way he’ll probably end up snogging you in a dark corner somewhere the second later to make the bad thoughts disappear and show you how much he loves you no matter what

SPEAKING OF OVERPROTECTIVENESS- Someone looks at you and makes a crude comment about you or a rude and impolite one, that person best be running because he won’t give them a warning before spells and fists are flying

If you’re Sirius’s baby then your a friend of his friends, (unless you’re like one of his side-hoes no offense)

You know Sirius loves you too bc it took a while for him to get past that emotional barrier and he isn’t aboutta go an do something stupid to screw that progress up

This man loves hugging you from behind, I mean, I don’t know why but he just loves being able to hold you in any way, shape or form

Speaking of that, if you two decided to nap his favorite position would be where you’re laying in-between his thighs and- he just l o v e s holding you

Ight which also means at any meal basically he likes sitting next to you and keeping an arm around you or on you

Which is a good thing because he makes you go to every meal with him to make sure you don’t skip

WHICH MEANS- You’re sick? He’s Bringing You Food No Questions Asked. Period? c h o c o l a t e c u d d l e f e s t  and m a s s a g e s. 

Hey, remember when I mentioned he likes holding you? 

Yeahhhh- 

So, let’s just say Sirius loves your arms. He likes the flabby part, the tiny part, your hands, your fingers- basically he just loves your arms

So if you wear one of his shirts or jackets (etc.) he ends up holding you

But if you didn’t already know, when he holds you he usually keeps his arms where he can feel your heartbeat/pulse or your arms/midsection

Which is why he hugs you a lot and keeps his arms around you often

this bitch don’t care if we in class-

Also, I forgot to mention that when he wins quidditch matches he doesn’t hug anyone or anything until he has you in his stronghold

a/e he finds you, runs up to you, will literally pick you up and do an in-the-air spin, kiss you and everywhere on your face about twenty times, then he precedes to hug his best mates

h e  l o v e s  y o u  t h a t  m u c h

Well shit this is longer than I thought it would be-

ANYWAY- I hope you liked this Cally.

And if anyone wants to request another P.S. headcanon or one-shot feel free!

Have a good day, drink some water, eat some food, take screen breaks and remember You Are loved! ^-^