Slytherin students acting as spies in their own homes. Creeping down hallways and waiting outside doors. Pressing their ears against the wood and listening hard, catching as much as they could. They pass this information through well hidden notes in library books. Never with a name or signature, never directly addressed to anyone. No trails. No clues. Hermione received the first one in a book slipped into her bag. It was a simple list of other books, not suspicious in the least. Mostly rare books on obscure topics. The only indication that this was even meant for her was a small sentence at the bottom of the page. For DA . She searched for the other books immediately, finding more notes. All coded, and took time to figure out, but she was positive they were secrets of the Death Eaters. Each code had the name of another obscure book. She wondered who had sent them, had her suspicion that it was slytherin students. Who else could it be? She didn’t pry or dig though. She knew the risk that these students were taking, in some cases even more dangerous than the ones she was. Each time a slytherin student disappeared, went home and never came back, she wondered if that had been one of them. The notes keep appearing though. Students still disappeared.
Synopsis: Imagine admitting
to Loki that you never manage to orgasm when are with men, making him smirk
mischievously in response.
“Is that a
challenge, my dear?”
So for the
next couple of hours, he magically locks the two of you in your room and makes
it a challenge as to how many times he can make you cum in a row. He pleasures
you with his soft hands, his skilled and long fingers and his silver tongue before
he fucks you roughly.
Pairing: Loki x Reader Rating: M Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot) Words: 4040 Warnings: smut. a lot of smut.
Your senior year roommate calls
herself Clarity. She’s very small and rumpled and distant, and she goes for
long walks in the forest south of campus when she’s frustrated. You aren’t friends,
but you coexist peacefully. It’s enough.
The creature on your co-owned
Walmart futon isn’t Clarity.
It looks like her. Enough to fool a
casual observer, certainly. Enough to fool someone who hasn’t been soldering
sterling silver for six hours. But you have,
and the truth of silver lingers, and the Thing That Looks Like Clarity is
sprouting delicate flowers from the skin of its bare shoulders.
It’s sitting cross-legged and
perfectly, terribly still, tracking your eyes as you take all this in. When you
sigh and set down your backpack, it says, “Hello, smith. There didn’t seem to
be any sense in pretending.”
“Jeweler,” you say, and, “I go by Florence,
these days. What should I call you?”
It blinks, languid and slow. “I’m
not here to usurp. I’m a… placeholder.”
“It’s still confusing as shit, my
It considers this at length.
Finally, with the air of one who has just solved a great puzzle, it says
“Claire. We will know, the two of us.”
“Works for me. Nice meeting you,
And that seems to be all there is
to say. Your roommate’s been stolen by the Fair Folk, you’re living with a
changeling, and there’s not much you can do about either of these things. You
scroll through Instagram until it gets tired of watching you and wanders out
into the hallway.
Zack totally teased the two of them (individually) to get together when he found out the feelings were mutual meanwhile Jason is just tired of all the gushing he gets from Kim about the yellow ranger
Jason: “Kimberly Ann Hart, I swear to god if you don’t ask her out, I’ll-”
Kimberly: “What? Ask her out yourself? She’s not into you. Not even into guys in general. What are you going to threaten me with now, Scott? And how dare you full name me.”
Trini reverted back to using earphones so they could listen to music together, but someone always moved their head too much where the other’s bud always came out so she decided to get a splitter so they could still listen together, but have their individual earphones.
Zack and Jason (reluctantly) bet on who’s going to get their ass wiped during sparring between the girls during training each day because (one of them gets a little too sidetracked)
Their study dates are 20% flashcards and 80% ”if i fail this test tomorrow, you can tell the teacher why, Tri!” “that i couldn’t keep my hands to myself after i finally found your ticklish spot which took so long to find but it was so worth it though it may have resulted in a hole in your wall because you tried blindly kicking at me?”
Trini secretly loves when Kim plays with her hair, especially when she’s had a stressful day
she’ll collapse into her lap and let her do her thing, letting her caress her hair and gently scratch at her scalp
Kim watches her girlfriend go from grumpy cat to lazy sleepy content cat (she totally awes at the accidental purr that comes out)
Kim is the only one that’s allowed to unbraid/braid Trini’s hair
Here’s Kim’s words of advice and reassuring comments to Trini introducing herself as her girlfriend for the first time “Breathe. You’re going to do fine. You’ll be great. Just think about something calming, soothing, relaxing.
“Think about me. Naked.”
Kim willing to fight anyone who insults or harms Trini in anyway and becoming furiously protective
Trini trying to bite back her words of anger and hatred when Amanda and her minions make a harsh snide comment to Kimberly knowing she won’t be able to stop any sort of aggression once it starts
Comforting each other about their
past and current home life
Instead of passing generic notes, they’re either playing tic tac toe, telling one another jokes or Kim drawing mini comics and Trini attempting to continue the story with her stick figures
Kim getting jealous when this new girl starts flirting with Trini and because this oblivious gay can’t tell the difference between a friendly compliment and I’m-trying-to-ask-you-out-on-a-date compliment, she unknowingly flirts back
Trini getting jealous when Jason asks if he can talk to Kimberly in private, when Kimberly cancels their plans because she promised to hang out with him and when Jason let’s it slip that Kim visits him in his room at night to talk about things that are troubling instead of talking to her
Kim volunteering to babysit Trini’s brothers with her
Discussing/”Making Up” stories about the Power Rangers with them
Trading embarrassing stories about Trini
Shyly but trying to act intimidating as they interrogate Kim to see if she’s good enough for their sister
Innocently asking if Kim and Trini are dating
Teasingly throwing the girlfriend word around the girls
Them and Kim getting competitive with one another during video games
Talking about their favorite superheroes as they show her their action figures
Questioning her if she believes in aliens
Kim sitting next to Trini or in front of her during Biology so they can reach under the desk and hold hands, y’know whisper in one another’s ears like losers, doodle in each other’s margin on their notebooks
Sneaking into each other’s rooms through the window
Both calming the other down after a nightmare
Kim stealing all of Trini’s flannels, jackets, hoodies. (Beanies are harder to get though she managed to steal her yellow one and replaced it before she was caught.)
Trini occasionally borrowing one of Kim’s shirts/tops
Trini staring at Kim’s lips when she talks
Kim glancing at Trini’ lips when they’re sitting or standing too close
Playfully bickering on who gets to be the big spoon always even though they switch it up all the time
Being able to keep up with each other’s snark, wit, sass, and sarcasm
Knowing smug smirks
Amused arched eyebrows
Challenging one another
Trini resting her head on Kim’s shoulder
Kim resting her head atop of Trini’s
Trying out different cafés, bakeries, patisseries, coffee shops and learning and eventually knowing each other’s orders at all of them
jokes, innuendos, pick up lines, teasing, banter
eye rolls all the time
exaggerated eyelash batting
Kim flirtatiously winking
pleading pouting lips
Fake offended gasp
hugs from behind
Kim leaning her chin on top of Trini’s head or her shoulder
both being easily whipped and persuaded/convinced by the other
whispering sweet nothings before saying something dumb and stupid and playfully insultful to get rid of the cheesy, sappy, sentiment
Trini judging Kim’s music tastes and both of them trying to find a common genre
Finding places with the best views of the town/taking each other on random adventures
Late night car rides with the windows down
They frequent the cliff edge that overlooks the lake (swimming hole?) for a good view of the lights
If Trini can convince Kim to go hike up the mountain together in the morning, they watch the sunrise, but usually they watch the sunset after school/training
Drive In Movie Theater which either results in Kim being totally invested and Trini taking a nap or having a popcorn catching contest
They always share the last donut and have a showdown on who gets the last piece
Taking selfies in those In N Out hats when they go out for burgers
Trini finds Kim singing into a hairbrush and dancing around her room one day as she blasts Top 40 Pop Songs
It takes roughly about 15 seconds to get her to begrudgingly join in
But she’s just in awe at the girl’s voice and so is Kim when Trini starts singing
They’re both panicking
Racing one another just for fun (of course where no one will see)
Behind the bleachers, rooftop, girl’s bathroom on the second floor or in a quiet vacant hidden corner in the library is where you’ll find them alone ditching class and being unusually couple-ish (The janitor’s closet was just downright disgusting and smelled of cheap chlorine bleach and sanitizer even with their superhuman powers, chemicals still had some effect on their body)
Squeezing each other’s hand for comfort or reassurance along with rubbing their thumb over one another’s knuckles
Trusting one another more than anyone
taking turns resting their head on the other’s chest
Trini resting her head in Kimberly’s lap as she’s sprawled out on the couch
Zack giving Kimberly the shovel talk and Jason giving Trini the shovel talk even though they care for both girls
It’s a ridiculously lovable somewhat annoying act
Trini calling Kim “Princess”
kissing one another’s palms and wrists
both being in utter awe that someone as amazing and beautiful wants to date them
rubbing soothing circles on one another’s hands when the other gets nervous/anxious
Kim tracing abstract patterns on Trini’s back when she’s sleeping
long walks or hiking up those mountain trails
talking to each other all night and even when one falls asleep the other doesn’t hang up the phone, lovesick idiots
When Kim asks Trini what she did to get into detention this time, if she isn’t sending a death glare towards Zack and groaning like she’s suffering through hell and back, she just gives a sheepish smile and a nonchalant shrug because she’s not going to admit that she volunteers to go to this and the teacher could care less
Kim’s mirror is covered in polaroids and Trini has a secret album
Trini finding out that Kim can do an absolutely believable flawless British accent (you figure out the details)
Kim mouthing the lines to movies and tv shows and Trini’s not even paying attention to the screen anymore like always
God forbid, they have hidden poetry/song books about one another that neither of have told them about.
Kim complimenting Trini all the time just to see her blush
The only time they will ever carry each other without being a stumbling blushing mess or arguing over the position in carrying is when one of them is injured or asleep
Star Gazing on top of Kim’s roof
They totally had the same idea of kissing in the rain even though they both know it’s a fricking cliche because a) they can’t get sick and b) they’re saps and hopeless romantics even if they won’t admit it
Having a snowman contest
Kim pushing Trini into the pool and Trini pulling her in with her
Kim booping Trini on the nose and Trini is just bewildered
They take turns bringing each other drinks and donuts for breakfast during the school week (Jason scolds them about needing to eat a healthier breakfast)
They meet up before first period then always text each other before their next classes/during passing periods/hallway traffic jam to complain or give them a heads up about things instead of walking one another to class
Stealing from another’s food during lunch
though it turns more into a game of sorts
Whoever gets out earlier from class waits by the other’s locker after school
Let’s just say the Rangers can’t get drunk so they inevitably try to drink themselves to death, but a body shot and a lap dance ensues
“Do you trust me?”
“Not with my water bottle and definitely not over a cliff.”
“If she goes, I go.”
“You’re an idiot.”
“That’s just your way of telling me, you love me. I’ve cracked that code a long time ago, Hart.”
“Will you please just shut up for a second and stop doubting yourself and listen to me! You’re beautiful.”
“Why did we agree to play Seven Minutes in Heaven?”
“Did they just tell us to go fuck in a closet?”
“The irony hasn’t escaped me.”
“I hate this town. I hate these faces. I’m just so tired of everything, except you. Never you.”
“You’re not short,you’re just tiny.”
“I don’t remember falling in love with you. I just remember you grabbing onto my hand and squeezing way too hard when we were about to be pummeled to our deaths by a train and in that terrifying second I couldn’t process anything except a single thought which was, “You’re dying just admit you’re gay and pretty girls make you weak.”
“You’ve been shutting everyone out that genuinely cares about you”
“Not everyone, not you.”
“Do you think the world could suddenly end on a night as quiet as this?”
“Let me ask you something. Do you think there’s such a thing as a perfect day?”
“A perfect day. Start to finish. When nothing terrible or sad or ordinary happens. Do you think it’s possible?”
“We spend our whole lives stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how we’ll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps us going, but we’ll never do it. We just use the future to escape the present. Truth is, we’ll never actually be rid of Angel Grove, we’re still Power Rangers and just like any other superhero we’ll end up staying exactly where we are. Unfortunately our home isn’t a city.” “Well, at least it has you.”
“You were not meant to simply be pretty. You were meant to fight back, so get up and face it.”
“What’s inside is what matters. You are so much smarter than they give you credit for.”
“I am aware that I am less than some people prefer me to be, but most people are unaware that I am so much more than what they see.”
“I feel lost inside myself.”
“I’m not perfect, but I’m original.”
“Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.”
“The happiest people, don’t have the best of everything, they just make the best of everything.”
“Perhaps, I want nothing more than to fall asleep next to you.”
“My life will end someday and so will yours, hopefully we die roughly around the same age, not that I want you to die ever but I don’t want you suffering of heartbreak like some depressing Hallmark movie so just kiss me anytime.”
“Thank you, for making me feel less alone.”
“I stopped explaining myself when I realized people only understand from their level of perception.”
“You are alive. You are not a sad story.”
“I love you, but don’t know what to do.”
“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first.” Bullshit.
I have never loved myself.
Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.”
“Why did you do that?”
“Because I love you.”
“I would never let anybody or anything hurt you.”
“I don’t know for sure what I’m feeling. I don’t think you know exactly what you’re feeling either. This is all new or maybe we’ve felt this way for quite sometime, but refused to acknowledge them. What I do know is that, whatever mutual feelings we have for one another is not going to jeopardize our friendship.We’re not going to let that happen.”
“Just talk to me.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“I’m crazy, remember?”
Kim noticing that Trini has bad social anxiety especially when she’s seated or standing in a public closed in crowd so she always makes it a priority to get seats near the windows in the corner or a seat where Trini’s back is covered
Kim trying to learn Spanish on her own not just to impress Trini (that’s just an added bonus) but to make it easier for Trini’s brothers and dad to communicate with her. She manages to even impress Trini’s mom and manages to have forge somewhat of an acquaintanceship, but she’s still wary.
78. The Ravenclaw common room has a hidden library, the entrance was like that of Diagon Alley - they had a secret code on the bricks - and an arch would open to allow entrance. Every Ravenclaw would leave a different book in the library when they left Hogwarts. Everyone wonders how Ravenclaws know so much, it’s because they have access to hundreds of books on every topic imaginable that the rest of Hogwarts could only dream of reading.
how much longer do I have to wait how many more nights do I have to stay awake to see you to meet you
Summary: Your whole life has been plagued by the sight of gray: cold and lonely and unbearably plain; you thought you were the exception to a system of fate and destiny that brought two people together. That is, until your favorite Kpop group undergoes their first international tour. Pairing: Jimin | Reader Genre: Fluff; Idol/Fan AU + Soulmate AU (the one in which colors get brighter and brighter than closer you are and fade into gray when they’re too far) Word Count: 11,869 Author’s Note: This was an idea I originally had for Hopeless Hearts, but it didn’t feel right in comparison to what Hopeless Hearts has become now. I knew I wanted to write something for Jimin again so this idea came back to me with more details and it just felt… right.
ALSO thank you Katie aka @minsvga for reading my outline and basically letting me talk you through the entire plot and letting me update you whenever I hit different word counts.
You always thought you were broken—a failed outcome of a nearly flawless structure that has bounded and tied two people together since the very creation of human beings. You had heard of those special cases, of people who just saw gray their entire lives no matter how many oceans they covered and no matter how far they traveled, no matter if they searched the deepest corners or sought out the tallest mountains. You’ve heard of people in which distance wasn’t the problem—it was just them. Their existence had been doomed from the moment they were born, to live their life in monotone quality. Quite literally too, in fact. Knowing that there would be no one waiting for them on the other side as they slowly ventured through, never knowing a sunset or a sunrise or the grass—their life like an old film, classic and hazy and left behind.
For the first seventeen years of your life, the thought of just not having a soulmate was something that you didn’t necessarily think too deeply about. Some of your friends were of equal level to you, basking in the gray plaguing your line of sight. Albeit, there were a small handful who caught glimpses of red and yellow and blue, all of which were tinged in gray, during the duration of high school. And then there were an even smaller handful who were immediately gifted with the sight of the rainbow right out of the gate—their soulmates are the ones they end up going to prom with or are in the running for best couple in the yearbook, or other varying degrees of gross shit like that.
At a young age, the idea and concept of a soulmate, the concept of forever, was far too grand and far too wide to understand or grasp entirely. It also just seemed much too gross for you to want to understand. The thought that there was someone out there made just for you? Preposterous.
For the first seventeen years of your life, you didn’t really care. And you knew there were many others like you who shared that same belief system. No one wanted to have to settle down too early.
But none of you understood the true gravity of what it would be like to finally find your soulmate and the sensation of experiencing something you had been deprived of your entire life—henceforth you continued not caring, not knowing what you were missing out on in spite of everyone gushing endlessly about it.
Finding one’s soulmate has always meant to be a personal experience, something that could never be replicated or repeated—for a soulmate is supposed to provide as a ‘one and only’ occurrence; something that people could talk about yet not understand unless one had also uncovered the discovery of what would follow upon meeting a soulmate.
For the first seventeen years of your life, the art of ignoring those type of conversations shared between parents and girls who thought they were better than anyone else gradually started to become second nature to you. Yes, you could grasp that meeting your soulmate was going to mark a momentous occasion in your life, but was it really that important? You were going to meet him eventually, so what was the point of rushing through everything?
Request by @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night. Okay, how about the reader used to be Gaston’s fiancée and worked at the palace as a maid. Once the curse took over he forgot about her and his whole personality changed. He moves on to Belle because the reader liked books/has a similar personality, subconsciously trying to fill the whole of her. On his way to kill the beast, he hears her calling out for him and he starts to remember. Then she turns into a human and Gaston’s personality/humanity/kindness is restored?
Author’s Note: So I realise that this is a bit late and I apologise. I’ve been really busy with exams and have little time to write. However, I hope you enjoy this one-shot, my first ever Gaston x reader. I may have changed the reader from a maid to a librarian, so I hope you don’t mind too much. And I apologise for any SPaG errors. Hope you all enjoy :) MASTERLIST
No one had really enjoyed books. You were the only one who truly loved them. The village would laugh at you, discuss you behind your back for your love of reading. That was until, he took an interest in you. Gaston. He would approach you around the village and ask you what you were reading. He genuinely seemed interested in what you had to say, and would laugh when you got so carried away with your book that you’d walk into a wall or person. He was the war hero, that returned to the village two years prior to when he first asked you about Hamlet, the book that was in your hands at the time. You were glad that he didn’t scoff at the idea of you reading and you found it incredibly endearing when he came up to you one day to announce that he had read Hamlet in its entirety. He gushed over how much he loved it and you spent the entire afternoon discussing the play in question. It was on that day that you and he had his first kiss. From then on, your relationship only grew. The dramatic climax, so far, had been when he’d roped in LeFou to help him perform a scene from ‘Much Ado About Nothing’. He’d taken you outside the village, into one of the many meadows. He had prepared a make-shift stage and he and LeFou had performed the scene where Benedict and Beatrice finally confessed their feelings for one another. LeFou played all the extra characters, whilst Gaston played Benedict. He let you play Beatrice as you knew all the words already. You had loved it, and whilst watching LeFou perform a few lines, your heart swelled with pure love for the man playing your Benedict. What you hadn’t expected was to turn around to see Gaston on one knee, a small gold band in his hands. You didn’t even let him ask the question. You screamed “Yes” at the top of your lungs and dived hugged him, whilst smashing your lips into his. You were to marry the man of your dreams, someone who cared about you and what you loved. You started planning the wedding almost immediately, and to add onto your joy, you managed to get a position at the Prince’s castle. Gaston had recommended you to the head housekeeper, Mrs Potts, the wife of the town potter; he had told her that you loved reading and Mrs Potts suggested that you should become the new librarian. The old one left after the Prince threw a book at his face. You couldn’t believe your luck. You had a job where you were surrounded by more books than you could comprehend and in less than a month you were to be married. But that day never came. The Prince made sure of that. You were transformed into a bookstand and Gaston forgot all about you. He became the man he would have been if he hadn’t met you. In the castle you remained in the library, hidden from the rest of the staff. Mrs Potts would visit you along with Chip, but you didn’t venture outside the library. You’d already lost the person you loved the most, so you were determined to keep the books that you loved. In the village, Gaston had taken an interest in a girl named Belle. He told himself it was because she was beautiful, but the reality was that he liked her because she was so much like you. ———————————————————————————————————– When Belle first arrived in the castle you had had no desire to see her. Whilst the rest of the staff rambled about how she was the one, you now ever the pessimist, remained upstairs in the library, scoffing at their ill placed hope. The Prince was a monster, and no intelligent woman would want him. So you were surprised to hear that she was staying. You thought her foolish but when Mrs Potts explained that it was to save her father, your initial thought on her intelligence was replaced with pride for her. Although you couldn’t help wonder if she was slightly insane to live with the master. Mrs Potts, ever your informant, came up to you the next day to tell you about the wolves. You were shocked that the master had actually shown compassion to save her. What shocked you even more was that Belle decided to stay with him, to heal him. You couldn’t help but be curious about her. You actually decided to leave the library, after the nine years you’d stayed cooped up, to try and meet her for the first time. It turned out you didn’t have to. One day, about two weeks after Mrs Potts told you about the attack, the Prince and Belle entered the library. You couldn’t help but gasp slightly at the sight of them. The master hadn’t been in the library since the curse was set and for once, he looked happy. Belle was truly her namesake. You had never seen anyone so beautiful. She was clearly in awe of the library as she stopped abruptly as soon as she entered. You watched silently from your corner, whilst the two of them threw mild mockeries at one another. You smiled to yourself. They were perfect for one another, even if they didn’t know it yet. You couldn’t help but feel slightly upset by their love for one another, as it only made you long to be in the arms of Gaston. Still, you were happy for them. Almost as quickly as he arrived, the master left leaving Belle alone squealing with delight at the library. You could tell that she didn’t even know where to begin, so with courage you didn’t know you possessed, you stepped out from the shadows to introduce yourself. “Is there something in particular you’d like to read mademoiselle?” You asked. Belle leaped up in the air and looked around desperately for the source of the voice. Eventually her eyes tested on you as you made your way towards her. “Sorry if I startled you. My name’s Y/N, the castle librarian.” She seemed shocked at your introduction and you didn’t know why until she stated, “You mean, you read?” “Yes, it’s one of my passions.” You stated matter-of-factly. “It would be most unusual if they hired a librarian who couldn’t read.” “But… But you’re a woman.” She stated. “Well yes I once was. Do you have a problem with that mademoiselle?” You asked slightly angered by her response. “I’ve never met another woman who likes to read.” She stated. You immediately understood why she said what she had. “Well now you have. And I’d love to show you around.” She nodded at your proposal and you gladly showed her every nook and cranny of the library. You even showed her a hidden section, where your personal favourites were stored. You found that you enjoyed her company and realized that you wanted to see her more often. You saw her practically every day after that. She’d come and pick up several books and read them before coming back in the afternoon to discuss them with you. You even helped her find the castle’s copy of Romeo and Juliet just to spite the master. The master would come in every so often to help Belle with picking out books. He’d roll his eyes at you every time she picked out a romance and you only responded with a look. One day he even came into the library, asking for a romance recommendation. You smirked as you have him ‘King Arthur and the Round Table’. You and Belle found that over time you talked less about books and more about each other. It was then that you discovered the fate of the village. She was discussing Villeneuve, how no one liked that she could read, and you told her that that had always been the case. “Yes, no one bar my fiancé, liked that I read.” You had said. “You’re engaged?” She questioned. “Well if what you say is true, I was engaged, I doubt my fiancé knows that I exist anymore.” “I’m sure they still remember you somehow. Love can break any curse.” She encouraged, and you only smiled knowing how much that was true. “Tell me about him.” She said eagerly. “Well, he was a soldier. The town war hero.” You started and you saw Belle visibly frown. You continued anyway. “He was so sweet with me. He didn’t care that other people thought I was odd. He even started reading with me, so I could discuss books with someone else.” Belle was visibly shocked by the statement. “He’s the one who got me the job here. He knew I loved to read and recommend me to Mrs Potts for this position. He proposed to me about five months before the curse was cast. It was beautiful. He and his best friend performed a scene from my favourite play, and before I knew it he was down on one knee. I love him so much.” You whispered the last line. If you could cry you knew you would’ve. Belle looked at you and gave you a hug as normal as she could manage. You were a book stand after all. She pulled away and looked at you before asking, “Is your fiancé Gaston?” You perked up at the sound of his name. “Yes! Oh do you know him? How is he?” You let out a slew of questions but stopped when you saw Belle’s face. “I do know him, but the man you described most certainly isn’t the one I know.” Your breath hitched in your throat. From Belle’s body language you knew instantly what was wrong. “He doesn’t remember me does he?” Belle shook her head and looked down at her lap, clearly wanting to tell you something. “Tell me Belle, I promise I won’t hate you.” “He….. He has been trying to gain my affection.” You nodded curtly. You knew you should’ve felt rage but you didn’t. “It’s okay Belle. He doesn’t know me anymore, I wouldn’t expect anything less from him.” “If it makes you feel any better, I know now why he chose me over all the other girls.” She said looking at you. “I’m just like you.” You felt pride swell in your chest and you hugged her as best you could. She was your friend, and you couldn’t ever be mad at her. Life in the castle continued on after the revelation of Gaston. You still loved him, he was cursed after all. One evening, whilst you were busy organizing the desk, after Belle and the Prince had travelled using that cursed book a week prior, (it had upset you to see Belle so sad); Belle came by in a yellow ball gown that you had to admit made you quite jealous. You knew of her dance with the master, and had wished her luck but you were confused as to why she was here, in the library. She rushed to you, and you noticed the mirror gripped in her hand. “Belle, what are you doing here?” “I am leaving.” She stated, “My father, he needs me.” You nodded. “Then I wish you luck my friend.” You told her as you gave her one last hug before she disappeared into the night. ———————————————————————————————————– It was a few hours before dawn when Mrs Potts came charging into library in desperate search of you. “Y/N?” She called out to you. You waddled over to her, concerned. “What is it Mrs Potts?” You questioned as you approached. “Invaders!” She simply said. You nodded and followed closely behind her as you left the library for the first time in years. As you approached the lower levels you could hear the chaos that was occurring down below. Mrs Potts had already sped off to fight so you wandered slowly towards the noises, preparing yourself for war. As you reached the end of one of the castle’s many corridors you noticed a man standing there, his eyes fixed on a mirror the same as Belle’s. You could make out the master’s picture inside it, and you could only assume that he was here to hurt the master, as he had two revolvers and a bow and arrow that were visible. You didn’t want to know what would happen if the master died, but you sure as hell didn’t want to find out. You did the only thing you could think of in the moment. You growled, just like the master used to before Belle came along. You had a lot of practice of mimicking voices as you spent your time in the library acting out various scenes from books. The man instantly turned to where you were. He looked straight past you, down the corridor. As he approached you started to make out his features until it hit you. “Gaston?” You whispered unintentionally. You smacked yourself internally for your stupidity. Gaston stopped abruptly in the hallway. He had a puzzled expression on his face, wondering why the voice seemed familiar. You saw him struggle to remember and it broke your heart. “Gaston.” You repeated again and he began walking slowly down the corridor looking for the source of the familiar voice. This was a good sign, he was heading away from the Beast and towards you. You began to shuffle down the corridor, leading him away from the Beast, towards the library. You kept on repeating his name and he became more and more determined to find your body to match your voice. As you entered the library, you noticed through the windows, Belle on her horse galloping towards the entrance of the castle. You begged her to hurry, unsure of how much longer you could distract Gaston. Gaston burst into the library a few seconds after you had hidden yourself away. “Who’s there?” He commanded, nothing but fear in his voice. “It’s me.” You said aloud, trying not to think about the fact that he didn’t know who you were. “Who are you?” He bellowed looking for you amongst the shadows. “It’s me, Y/N.” He stopped turning abruptly. He recognized your name. He was clearly struggling with himself, fighting about what to do. “I don’t know you!” He screamed desperately trying to convince himself that what he said was true. “Yes you do Gaston.” You said as you tried to take a step forward. You couldn’t. Your body was going rigid, the curse finally ending. You saw Gaston desperately trying to search for you. You clung onto your remaining humanity to utter, “Gaston, I love you.” You felt yourself fade away as you stared at him, not hearing him say your name out loud. ———————————————————————————————————– The darkness consumed you, for what felt like years. When you opened your eyes you expected to see heaven. You opened your eyes instead to a brown floor. The library’s wooden floor. You looked up slowly to see that you were lying on the ground, hidden behind one of the bookcases. You pushed yourself up with your hands, your human hands. Oh the joy of being human again. You stood slowly, struggling to stay upright after being a book stand for so long. Before you could cheer about your new found humanity, you saw movement in the corner of your eye. You looked through the bookshelf to see Gaston dazed and confused clutching his head. You slowly made your way around the bookshelf so that you were in his line of sight. He looked at you, and his eyes widened. “Y/N!” He exclaimed and you both didn’t hesitate before you rushed into each other’s arms, tears rolling down your faces. “You’re alive!” He said whilst he clung to you. You gripped him tightly before looking at him directly in the eyes. “You’re in big trouble.” You teased before smashing your lips into his. You and he gripped each other desperately as you both melted into the kiss. After deciding that you actually needed to breathe you pulled away, where you just stared lovingly at one another. “Y/N, I’m so sorry….” He was about to continue but you brought your finger to his lips. “Shhhh…” You said, “All is forgiven from me. But maybe you should apologise to Belle? Hmm?” “You know about that?” He said sheepishly. “Well, friends usually talk about their lives with one another. Me and Belle are no exception.” He nodded and you both rose from the floor together. You made your way downstairs, towards the foyer, where everyone was gathered. Belle and the Prince were among them. You approached quickly, with Gaston walking slowly behind you. You tapped Belle on the shoulder and she turned to face you. “Thank you Belle!” You exclaimed as you pulled her into a tight hug. She hugged you back tightly. As you pulled away you said to her, “Someone wishes to apologise to you.” She looked confused but when she saw Gaston approach she instantly understood. “Belle,” he began, “I am so sorry for everything I ever said to you. For everything I ever did to you. You didn’t deserve it and I hope you can accept my humblest of apologies.” She smiled, “I forgive you Gaston. I’m glad you make my closest friend so happy, and I apologise for calling you a monster. You were just as cursed as everyone else.” You smiled at her, grateful for her kindness. Gaston turned to you and explained that he had many more apologies to give out. You let him go to find everyone who he had wronged in the past nine years. You knew the list would most likely be extensive. Belle turned to you smiling. “He’s different to what I knew him to be.” “Well what can I say,” you said to her jokingly, “I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.” You both giggled at your remark. You spent the majority of the day, with Belle reuniting with everyone else. LeFou was ecstatic to see you again and he thanked you for being in Gaston’s life, now knowing what he would’ve been like if he hadn’t had met you. As the day drew to a close, you and Gaston found yourselves alone. He’d apologised to everyone including Maurice, Belle’s father. Maurice was apparently not too impressed by him, but Belle had convinced him that Gaston was a changed man. “I can’t believe this has happened.” He stated. “Well it’s not every day that you find your one true love twirling around in a library, a bow in one hand and a mirror in another.” You teased. He picked you up and spun you around. “For what it’s worth,” he said, “I’d gladly do it again, if it meant you’d laugh at me afterwards.” You kissed him passionately as you both sat on the steps of the palace. You say there in bliss as you kissed, thinking of the future that you could now finally spend together. And what a future it was.
prompt: they have matching tattoo’s but not the ones people think
warnings: mostly happy
author note: this is a little au where wizards can cast a spell when they meet someone they believe is their soul mates and it will stitch their souls together so they are. the only problem is that once your soul is stitch to another’s, you can’t unstitch it.
That sort of spell was hidden away in the library. Not in the restricted area where it should have been but deep in the shelves. It took him a whole two weeks to find the worn book from too many hands passing it along over stupidity and lust. The reason behind its hiding was for the fact that first and second years, far too young and fickle, would cast the spell and be forever suck. Draco, who was in his fifth year, was not as fickle as a first year. Nor was he young at mind any longer. And he was not in the slightest willing to put the book back. It was enticing and everything he was looking for.
His stiff fingers traced the thin pages, trying to find that spell. The one he isn’t even suppose to know exists. It took him a total of twelve minutes to find it and his face breaks out into a warm smile before memorizing it for later.
He’d sure the smile on his face is scaring people but he doesn’t care, he’s just trying to find you. Because this is something you both need–mostly so he knows you’re safe but still. He wants to do this with you and only you. No one else needs to know, not until you’re older and aren’t seen as children. You don’t understand why he’s so insistent on doing it because you’re going to be fine, he isn’t so sure.
It’s late in the astronomy tower when you both cast the spell. The blinding colors wrapping around themselves and then a burning pain erupted just below your collarbone. Burning perfect black marks into your skin. Identical to the ones burning into him.
This is your beautiful secret, one to cover up all the ugly coming, all the ugly in his life. Something to show each other that no matter what you always had each other and always would. This spell, that bound your souls together, was everlasting.
It didn’t taste like honey and you didn’t see galaxies in Draco’s eyes when your souls wound together. No, it was much more simple, so much more beautiful. His eyes were bleak and his skin translucent and you saw him as him. All of his flaws and imperfections and the terrible things he had done and become. No longer were either of your minds clouded by love–as most people’s were. This love that you now had was untouchable and real and painstakingly valid.
When you were apart–when his own curse took him away and you sided with what was right–you still held to the fact that you’d be reunited. When everything settled down and no one was really asking questions again. He’d come to you. Where ever you went, he was sure to follow. His fingers pressed against his never-fading mark just below his collarbone.
He begs you to leave before the battle and you press your fingers to his cheek and smile, “you know I can’t Draco.”
You’re tired and he’s dying on the inside but neither of you can leave that moment. He can hear the shouts of people he once called friends and barely notices the people running in the halls of his old school. His hand takes yours and presses his harder against his cheek and then brings it to his lips and kisses the palm. Afraid that one of you won’t make it out–he wants to remember the feeling of your skin.
It’s a dreadful walk to the outside, where the two sides stand. You both stand at the back but you know he’s going to leave you and though it hurts you let his hand goes as he does. Fingers lingering before he officially pulls away and when you’re fighting you think that’s the last time you’ll ever see him again.
It isn’t. Despite his family running once the battle began he comes back. Tells his mother he can’t leave and she understands. Let’s him go back–it’s over when he walks into the rubble. Bodies are being moved and Voldemort is dead. He always kisses Harry but refrains and simply asks if he had seen you.
Harry nods and gestures toward the ruins of the castle. Draco nods and heads in that direction. Again, he’s thankful that Harry is Harry and though he won’t say it, Harry had a lot to do with you not being completely caught up in the battle. Nor will Draco know how, he just knows that Harry has his ways.
He sees you at the same time you see him and your bloody and his shirt is a little ruffled and his shoes are scuffed but he’s overwhelmed. You’re alive and in his arms and kissing him–he calms himself and hugs and kisses you back.
It’s three years later and the tattoo on his skin is a faded reminder of darker times. The pitch black tattoo below collarbone is a reminder of the beauty in his life. There’s a skip in his step and a ring in his pocket. A sweet smile on his face and he greets Harry, Hermione, and Ron as he passes them in Diagon Alley. It’s simple, your souls were bound together before you cast that spell.
Okay so I saw the strong/political Hinata prompt and I had to write something for it. I hope you don’t mind my sending it to you?
His father has just died, and he is furious. Hinata can see it in the way his fists clench as her father walks by, the way his jaw tightens when an elder praises his progress, the way he refuses to look at her. It really doesn’t surprise her that he steps too far out of line and pays the price.
Her father is crying. His brother marched to die in his place, now his nephews small body is cradled in shaking arms. The elder that activated the seal, that watched as her cousin writhed and screamed and bled and died, looks on impassively. He does not care.
Hinata is four years old. She cares. She will fix this.
So she trains. She takes to her lessons with cold fire burning in her body, the kind that hides in the embers, ready to blaze up and burn with the right breath of wind. She learns her characters, reads. Learns her katas, fights. Learns clan politics, plots.
Then Hanabi is born, and things have to change.
She cannot burn too bright, or the seal will be inked onto her sisters forehead. Her progress slows, plateaus, stops. She finds the line and toes it constantly, staying just good enough not to be a failure, but not great enough to be the heir of the Hyuuga clan.
The elders set a limit. If she cannot prove her capability by the time Hanabi reaches genin, then she will be branded in her sister’s place.
Hinata is eight years old. She has eight more to fix this.
She goes to Ino and Shikamaru, children still, but far more knowledgeable than her in general politics. They are bright, bright children, and she soaks in their light and makes it her own. She learns the law of Konoha, not just the laws of her clan. She discovers in what circumstances the former can overrule the latter. She begins to plan under their careful instruction.
Hinata is 12 years old. She has four more years. But, the seal.
Jiriaya of the Sanin is in town, and he is training Naruto. She knows he is a seal master, but she also knows he could never teach her, she is to young, and he is of too low a status for her clan to approve. Instead, she breaks into the apartment he is renting, left unlocked through confident complacency, and steals every book on sealing he owns. Then, remembering just how Naruto graduated, she masks her chakra, dons a henge, and breaks in to the Hokage’s private library.
Now hidden in a storage seal stuck to the bottom of her bed are 13 books on sealing. Most are far beyond her comprehension, but one appears to have been written to teach children. Complete with illustrations of stroke by stroke guides and easy to digest information, Uzumaki Kushina may just be the key to understanding the rest of her stolen goods. She wonders if this book was meant for Naruto, if this is his unknown mothers work, then she squashes the thought. She needs to be selfish.
Hinata is 16 years old. She has no more time.
The elders look down at her from their seats, contempt clear in their eyes. She is weak, a failure, an embarrassment to the clan, they believe. But she isn’t, and she will show them. Hanabi waits behind her, face hardened into something unreadable. Her sister lost her childhood too early, picking up the training and expectations that had slipped from Hinata’s shoulders when she sunk into mediocrity. She is here to see her elder sister branded, they all are.
That will not be happening.
From the storage seal inked onto her forearm, she draws out a single scroll. She clears her throat, begins to read.
“section 9 of the Konoha Clans Act, subsection 1; clans may govern persons of their clan according to their own existing clan laws, so long as a) the existing laws do not contradict any of the provisions set out in this act or; b) any future Acts passed by; i) the Hokage, or; ii) the Council of Clans. Subsection 2; any clan laws passed following the enactment of this act must not contradict Konoha laws of the relevant time.”
All eyes are focused on her now, confused. She is meant to be stating her case to remain heir, throwing her sister to the flames in her place. She is not meant to be quoting laws passed in the founders era.
“Section 17 of the Use and Regulation of Seals Act; no seal may be used to cause intentional pain or ill effects of any kind on any citizen of Konoha unless a) sanctioned by the Hokage, or; b) Torture and Interrogation requires such measures, or; c) the application of such a seal is done so voluntarily.”
The confusion is turning to anger, and she smiles. Finally. They see the threat she poses to their way of life, and they want her gone. They call to her father, demand she be branded for her insolence. But he is smiling, and he does not listen. he turns to her and asks what she would have them do.
She places the scroll on the table before him, revealing the seal she had been developing for the last year and a half. Carefully drawn and explained in the style of Uzumaki Kushina, it is unarguably a better option than the current seal. The control function has been removed, the pain inducer cancelled out, the only effect left the degradation of the eyes after death, and the addition of a trigger feature to combat live removal.
The elders are fuming and furious. Her sister is no longer unreadable, unreachable, but hovering behind her, uncertain. She reaches out her arm, and her sister ducks into the space she has made, understanding. Her useless sister was never useless. She was protecting her the entire time.
The Neji seal is put into use the next day, and Hinata is the first to don it. She wears the seal that bears her cousins name with pride, as does every other member of her clan. No longer a sign of servitude, the seal now stands for unity. All thanks to a little girl who loved her cousin, and lost him.
Remus, of course, was last on your list. He was tall, hot, and mysterious, and he had one thin scar, barely visible across his face. He was bad at potions and good at charms. His messy hair almost looked styled as if he prepped it to be that perfect. Other than the fact that he was incredibly bad at potions, and the responsible marauder, you were asked to help him study potions. You were surprised, but after four meetups, he didn’t need help anymore. He knew that, but he insisted that you help him with charms a subject he was good at.
Remus turned up at your usual spot in the library, hidden from everyone else behind the big book shelf. He peered behind the bookshelf and smiled when he saw you. No matter the distance his attraction to you remained constant. You could be at the ends of the earth and he would still be dragged towards you. And so you ignored it as best you could but Remus had lost the traces of boyhood. You couldn’t help but take in his muscles, the clean shaven square jaw and tune into his voice. He loved to look down at you, not literally, not judging—but to look down at your small frame compared to his. He was a man now
You were the kind of girl that other girls loved to hate. You acted like an adult, awfully teen like, but around adults, you could fit in. You had an exuberance of youth. You had that movie star look, not overly tall and willowy and you weren’t just flawless in your bone structure, your skin was like silk over glass and you radiate an intelligent beauty. Remus was good at hiding the fact his eyes would slide over your body every 5 minutes.
“I didn’t expect you to show up,” He laughed at you while setting his stuff on the ground and scooting in the chair next to you. “I mean, you told me that I didn’t need to studying, but there is an obvious need of improvement in transfiguration,” You locked eyes with him and gave him a look of suspicion. Remus passed all check marks to pass N.E.W.T to you, yet he still came and sought improvement when there was none to be improved. He was turning into more of a nuisance now.
“Do not question my intelligence Remus, why do you keep calling me to study, when you don’t need too.” For a moment he eyed you, he looked as if he was trying to find the words to tell you why he was asking for you, but instead, he looked up and smiled.
“And deny you the pleasure of my company Y/N? Never.” You gazed at him for a second, and turned in his direction, he licked his lips slightly.
And so you sat there for an hour trying to help him with transfiguration, which, surprisingly, he would probably pass the test with Acceptable. He took in information considerably well and he would probably be a good student if he wasn’t always hanging out with Sirius Black, James Potter, and Peter Pettigrew. But suddenly, some confidence sparked inside of you and you turned to Remus and smirked.
“I think it’s my company you don’t want to be denied, Remus,” You stated. He glanced up at you for a second before looking back at his papers. He scooted his chair closer to yours and smirked.
“It’s nice to know I make you smile even when I’m not around.” It came out of nowhere, but he wasn’t wrong, he did make you smile. You set down your quill and sighed harshly.
“And why would that be? Lupin.” Remus was mysterious, and although you always wanted the idea of a relationship, it would never be a good idea. His friends were mean to Severus for no reason, and he never seemed to care or stop it. But your desperation kept telling you that it wasn’t him. So you listened to that. He looked at you as if he was staring through your being.
“Because I know you’re just as addicted to the idea of us being together, as I am.” Your steady breaths hitches and in one swift movement his moved his hands to your cheeks and pulled you quickly. It was almost as if you were the same person, you grabbed his face just as he grabbed yours and pulled you into a passionate kiss.
One minute Remus was next to you trying to flirt with you and the next he was kissing you with his hand clasped gently into the back of your hair, pressing it softly. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, pulling him into you more. He doesn’t stop, you don’t why or how, but you didn’t stop either. Maybe you found comfort in being guarded by the shelves or maybe it’s because once you had the taste you knew you would never be able to get enough. He’s everywhere, and he’s kissing you with a fervent urgent need you have never known before.
His hands travel to the legs of your chair, pulling the chair closer to him. With the sound of the chair against the floor emitting into the library, he pulled you into him even more. Urgently his mouth moved across your face with rough kisses that stung your cheek, your forehead, and lips.
“You’re just so fucking hot,” he breathed onto your lips and your hands moved down onto his thigh, but almost as if he had enough he pulled away quickly and picked up his bags, before leaving you in a cloud of lust. You felt emotionally bankrupt. That you had been robbed of the one feeling that you only got to taste once.
The next day, you were replaying the entire incident in your mind over and over. What went wrong? Why would he run away? After all the classes you had together, you both hurried into your dorms staying clear of each other. Of course, you don’t know why he suddenly hated you so much that he didn’t want to talk to you.
You had to get answers, you weren’t nearly as presentable as you would like to be, only being in a tank top and some shorts, but Remus, who had been as stupid enough to make out with you and run away afterwards wouldn’t mind. So you quickly rushed from your dorm to his.
You turned up at his door and wondered for a second if this was a good idea. If turning up to Remus’ door with only a tank top on some shorts would only make things worse. You guessed it probably would, but you didn’t care, because he left you at the most vulnerable moment, and then failed to talk to him about it. So you gripped the doorknob and then quickly turned it, and opened the door.
Remus’ was surprised, he turned around quickly and stared at your small, exposed figure in front of him. He was first turned around facing his dresser with a shirt in his hand. Your eyes traced the scars that lined his body, he looked so fit, he looked perfect. But he quickly turned around and stared at you.
“Yes?” he inquired. You stood in the doorway and sized him, looking at all his scars and looked down at his abs that rippled through his body.
“We need to talk,” You told him confidently, you puffed your chest out and glanced at him harshly. “You can’t just kiss a girl and run off like that, I’m not some toy.” He leaned up against his dresser and threw his shirt lightly to the side.
“I never said you were a toy, Y/N.” But you ignored what he said. You had every right to be mad and him, and he knew it.
“Put on some clothes… you look—indecent.” He sauntered over to you and smirked in your direction. He stood right in front of your body and reached over to shut his door.
“If you knocked—had some manners, I wouldn’t look so indecent.” You gave him a hard glance. “But I don’t think, you think, I look indecent.”
“Then what do I think,” You fired back at him.
“You think very naughty things,” He leaned down towards you.
“Very naughty indeed.”
And that he pressed your lips to his, and they were scorching hot. You want to reach the top with him, just for the high and then leave, just for what he did to you.
“Fuck you—Remus,” You whisper against his lips. He slips his lips against yours, this time harder, once before opening my mouth with his tongue. You moan and pull his body down, he was so tall and tan. You traced the scars up his naked chest and smirked up into the kiss. No teasing this time. He sucks on your lower lip. He runs his fingers through your hair. Then he slips his hand into your shirt and as innocently as possible puts his hand over your breasts, the pad of his thumb over your nipple.
You answered by plastering your mouth harder on his and kissing him in a way he’d never thought possible. Your hips jutted forward and moved against him. He picked you up suddenly and cradled your thighs in his hands as he carried you. He tugged at your lips even more. Not innocently, like a tease but hot, fiery, passionate and demanding. “Y/N,” he whispers slowly, prolonging each letter as if to savor them. His lips memorize every detail of your own. My name has never sounded so beautiful you thought. He pressed his tongue to the seam of your lips and, at your grant of access, he pushed his tongue into your mouth.
He carried you to the inexpensive Hogwarts bed, and let you fall onto it, before climbing over you. He kissed you again. It was a very sloppy kiss with the strong scent of old wine being exchanged from his mouth to yours. You reach up and knot your hands in his hair. You arched your back up moaning in the contact of body heat. He drew back his lips. But you could still feel the push of his tongue against your own.
He pulls off your shirt and then pulls the shorts down your pants. All you had to do was push his sports shorts down his legs and you were fully exposed to each other. He climbs on top of your form and kisses down your stomach. He slips his fingers underneath the worn elastic of your panties and aggressively rips them off your hip. He did the same with your bra, pulling it off your body and kissing your lips.
“God, Y/N.” You arched against him when he moved to your breast. Meanwhile, his fingers traveled down your stomach and plunged inside of you. You moaned out and bucked your hips up. His pushed your hips down again and headed to your opening. Two fingers worked inside you. You couldn’t wait till his mouth was on you. And not so long after that his tongue was on the bundle of nerves. He consumed you like fire, pushing his tongue inside of you and holding down your legs as you tried to hold back the moans. He drove his tongue inside you, setting off another shattering moan. Remus made intense pleasure with his tongue and didn’t want to stop. You grabbed his hair, and yanked him in closer to you, pushing his head in. He thrust one finger inside you, crooking it and hitting you in the spot that turned your moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He touched himself and then slowly pushed himself inside of you. He thrusts once, cautiously. Trying to memorize you and figure out what you wanted. He thrusts again, and he’s gone. He pushes himself harder and harder into you, and at one point you think you might not be able to take it, but the pleasure is all there. He lives for seconds in that painting pleasure that blinds your emotions. And in the intention of wrecking you with pleasure, he wrecks himself. He’s so emotionally vulnerable.
He thrusts and thrusts until you feel the rising passion of your energies and release. He falls next to you on the bed and pulls you into his chest. He locks his hand with yours and tries to catch his breath.
“I ran away because I was scared.” He whispered into your ear. “Because I never felt so good. It’s the kind that defiled my bed and made a mess of my emotions.”
“I know,” you whispered back. “I know,” You whispered to yourself.
Remus dating a loud and talkative girl headcanons please? Btw I really really love ur account it's like my fav
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• Remus would at first be overwhelmed by you being the shy bean that sweet boy is.
• but eventually you bring him out of his shell by making conversation about what he loves most besides chocolate: books
• you would hold really long intelligent conversations, mostly in the library, hidden in a corner away from Madame Pince
• and Remus would be so in aw because wasn’t aware of how well you talked about such things
• and when you would get excited talking about something, anything really, Remus would laugh and shush you
• he would take you to quidditch matches and you cheered the HELL outta Sirius and James (as you all became friends) and poor Remus would blush like a tomato because wow was his love drawing a lot of unwanted attention
• and you would laugh and drag him to a standing position while raising his hand with your own when Gryffindor made a point.
• he would face palm because how did he ever fall in love with his polar opposite?
Nickname: Serif Is a combo of Geno Sans @loverofpiggies and Reaper Sans @renrink Serif is not a science made combo and is a crack ship instead.
Age: 17 Roommate: Has his own place (old hidden library room in the omega timeline) Closest friends: Gradient, Karma, Splatter, Switch, Westy Hobbies: Writing, History, research, spooky things Likes: Books, ghost stories, other worlds, travel Dislikes: Dusting off his many books
Serif is a combo that was born outside of the omega timeline to one version of Geno and Reaper sans. Though his parents weren’t the best at looking after him and he left on his own at a young age. He moved around a lot from world to world before coming to the omega timeline where he met Flip and the other combos. He made a home for himself nearby where they lived so he could enjoy their company.
Serif has the ability to open windows to other Au’s. He uses it to watch and learn about the contents in the Au and scribe and keep records of their history. He has a lot of books. most of which he wrote. He also likes writing fiction and ghost stories. Spends a lot of time hanging out with Gradient. He also makes people nauseous and sick when he physically touches them.