#[insert roommates name whenever i see it spelled out]

[solbufo]

star students of launchpad academy

[Image description: Two digital drawings of Albin and Sol from Naddpod C3, one of them in their youth and one of them in episode one, drawn in a rounded and colorful art style. In both drawings, they stand beside each other, shown from the chest up on a pink and purple background. Albin is a thin boy with black hair, brown skin, and big round glasses, and Sol is a green bullywug who comes up to Albin’s shoulder.

On the left, they both wear a futuristic uniform black shirt with a tall stiff collar and a logo on the chest. Albin smiles with bright eyes and messy hair, while Sol looks astonished with his mouth in an O and stars in his eyes. On the right, Albin’s hair is drooping down, he wears a button-down with an undone necktie, and he looks tired. Sol is wearing a “kiss the cook” apron, holding a spatula, and smiling a small toothy grin, still looking enthusiastic. End ID]

[stevenuniversetanzanite]

Someone Must Get Hurt (Cordelia x Reader (Part 1))

This is set during around and through coven so she’s still Cordelia Foxx technically. 

Summary: Reader joins Miss Robichaux's swearing she would keep her main power to her grave. She doesn’t expect to fall for the Headmistress. 

Note: This story was inspired by my vague memory of the soul eater in the x files episode the gift. Subconsciously also inspired by a great fanfic which I will insert the link as soon as I find it.

I’m not American so any odd spelling, phrases or inaccuracies. I apologies for in advance. Also, I’ll come up with a name for this later. This is my first Cordelia x reader and mostly set up. 

Part 1,  Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

You'd been sent to the academy because you had accidentally set your curtains on fire in a fit of rage. A bland reason but you couldn't deny that's how you learned about the school. After being kicked out by your roommate after you 'committed arson' and forced to move back in with your parents, they spilt the beans. You were from a long line of witches going back to Salem. You thought they were taking the piss out of you all the way up until you stood outside of the black cast-iron gates of Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. The name of the school being coded for the students' protection. They couldn't flat out say there was a school of witches leaving in New Orleans. 

 What your parents told you explained a lot about your past. You had the ability to 'heal' other's injuries- mainly using it on your friends and siblings. For your safety, you made them swear to never to tell anyone; not teachers, other children or even your parents. They abused your power. Every cut, scratch and broken limb. It tore away at your heart. If you refused, they threatened to tell. They never did, they knew they had you wrapped around their finger.

 Your power didn’t come without its downsides. The universe isn’t that forgiving. Someone had to hurt. Always cloaked in long sleeve and skinny jeans to hide the mistakes from being too kind. Heatstroke became your best friend in the summertime.

 Healing wasn’t the best word to describe your power. It was more a transference of pain. You could take it away from someone else if you choose too.

 So, when you first walked through the halls of the school, you swore to never tell a soul about your true gift. You hid it from the other girls and your headmaster. Nan knew, as soon as it was mentioned she was clairvoyant you gave it away. Curse the human brain for thinking about what it shouldn’t. 

 She was kind enough not to mention it to the others. You were nicer to her because of it. The other’s you were wary of. Queenie’s power scared you, she could easily bring harm to others- mainly Madison had the urge to push people's buttons. Queenie ended up being nice to you. When Zoe joined the two of you got along well. 

 The headmistress was a whole other thing. Cordelia Foxx took your breath away from the moment you met her. She was aware of your boundaries and willing to obey them- something few people did. Not to mention she was heavenly. It was shocking that no one took her seriously. She had very little control over the girls -Madison was the worst. She was incessantly rude to everyone who crossed her path, but Cordelia never raised her voice at any of you. You wish she did, that movie star needed to be put in her place.

 It was common knowledge among the students that you worshipped the land that Cordelia walked on, which flooded you with inappropriate comments from the others whenever she left the room. 

 She had one flaw. Her husband.

 Your chances were cut off when met Hank Foxx. You immediately loathed the man. Whether it was due to your new-found feelings for your teacher or a sixth sense, you had an intuition about how people were. He was rotten to the core. You got the same feeling when Fiona showed up. Fiona gave you the heebie-jeebies. Her aura was dark- nothing good could come from her arrival. 

 This place was meant to be your haven. At first, it was. No serious harm happened to anyone in the coven. Your urge to help people was manageable. To play it safe whenever someone got injured, you rushed out. Paper cut, you were out of the room in a second. The school began to think you were squeamish at the sight of blood until the girls had caught you watching a slasher.

 The group had come back from watching a horror movie at the cinemas. You weren't invited because they thought you wouldn't be able to handle it.  They were going to head into the living room to calm down for the night before heading to their respective rooms. 

 Madison strolled up to you to see what you were watching, "Hi bitch." She grabbed your shoulders shoving you forward. The sudden contact caused you to jump. You scrambled to pause your movie.

 It was Zoe who noticed what you were watching first. “Y/n, how are you watching that?” Zoe asked. The group stared at the screen. 

 “I stole miss’s laptop,” you were oblivious to what she was asking. Fearing they would rat you out, you tried to reason with them, "She had Netflix and I couldn’t help myself.” 

 “Are you watching a slasher?” Queenie asked. 

 “Yeah?”

 “They have blood in it,” she spoke again, hinting at why they were surprised. 

 “It wouldn’t be a good slasher if it didn’t.” You were left in the dark when it came to what the others thought about you.

 The commotion late at night caused Cordelia to appear asking what they were doing up this late.

 “We caught Y/n watching a slasher,” Nan filled Cordelia in. Her face went from confusion to surprise.

 “I thought you didn’t like the sight of blood?” Cordelia said.

 “No- I mean, I don’t like it, but I can stand it.”

 “Then why do you dash at the sight of blood?”

 “Odd behaviour for someone who can stand the sight," One of the girls said. 

 “I’m done with this conversation; I’m going to bed.” You got up and left the room, leaving the laptop left open where it was.

 “Is that my laptop?” Cordelia asked. 

 You kept your secret intact for another day, but you feared that soon they would know. 

 The next morning you all received a talk about taking other people's things. This was obviously addressed to you. Madison made a joke about her being lucky that you didn’t look through her porn, which led to loads of questions about whether you had looked said stash or if she even had anything to find. Madison brought it up to mess with you and all the others decided to join in once they noticed how red you got. The whole tangent making both you and Cordelia immensely uncomfortable. Cordelia cleared her throat, catching the attention of all the girls before one of them could make another inappropriate comment. The headmistress decided to end the morning meaning early.

 The oldest witch couldn’t have wanted to leave any faster.

 “Ms Foxx?" She hummed to notify you that she heard. She focused all her attention on you. You observed her body language, her hands clasped together in front of her. You screwed but big this time. She was in a rush to get out of here and now you’re keeping her longer forcing her to interact with you, in what is going to be a failure of an apology, you thought. "I'm sorry about borrowing your laptop. For the record, I only used it to watch movies. I didn't look through any personal files like Madison was suggesting and I know that me saying that makes it seem like I did but-"

 She cut you off, "I know you wouldn't do that," she said. "They were just riling me up." Yeah. Wait, her up. How would that rile her up? You thought.

 “So, we’re good?”

 “Yes. Now run along, I think breakfast is being served.” She nudged you towards the kitchen. “I’ll see you in class.”

[randomfandomimagine]

Stupidly Obvious (Remus x Reader)

Character: Remus Lupin ft .Wingman Sirius Black

Fandom: Harry Potter/Marauders

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Gryffindor!Reader

Title: Stupidly Obvious

Requested by anon:

remus x reader where she’s best friends with the marauders(but she doesn’t know about the animagus stuff) and he has an obvious (not for her ofc) crush on her and they get him to ask her to the yule ball. but it’s a full moon and remus has to leave with a shitty excuse and reader is super sad bc she thinks she’s not good enough for him. reader leaves and goes to the shrieking shack, a secret hiding place of hers to be alone. there she meets the marauders in there animal form and she is super shocked that remus is a werewolf and he almost attacks her but sirius saves her & later in the morning when remus turns back they meet at the black lake alone&he says sorry & he wants to confess to her but he thinks she will never like a werewolf like him. So Sirius steps in and ends their misery by saying that they like each other so why don’t they just kiss.fluff pls thx♡♡

A/N: This is the first proper imagine of the Marauders I’m writing, so bear with me! I hope it was accurate and I got the characterization right and that it was any good :P

I smiled when I saw the four of them walking my direction, with James stupidly shouting my name to make me laugh and Sirius jokingly winking an eye at me. Peter smiled at me in silence, and Remus just stared at me shyly.

I had been friends with those four ever since we were all sorted in Gryffindor back in our first year, and Remus had never acted that way around me, and I couldn’t really understand why.

Lately he had been behaving strangely, they all had! But specially him, as he seemed always quieter than usual, not to mention flustered and shy. I asked him multiple times, but he would always brush it off or change the subject.

The other three weren’t much help either, because they would change the subject as well. I felt like I was missing something, not understanding those complicity glances and low giggles they sent each other.

“Hey, Y/N” James was the first one to speak up, stepping up and placing a friendly arm over my shoulders. “Remus here wants to talk to you”

“Really?” I replied, excited that he was willing to face me. “What is it?”

Remus finally seemed to relax his tense posture and his concerned expression as he warmly smiled at me.

“I wanted to…” He began to say, pursing his lips together as though he couldn’t find the right words.

“Just be honest and straightforward, Remus” Sirius whispered, barely loud enough for me to hear, just as he pushed his friend closer to me.

“I just wanted to ask you…” Almost asking them for support, Remus looked over his shoulder to the rest, who nodded encouragingly. “If you have a date for the dance”

“Not yet…” I pouted and rolled my eyes. “No one asked me”

“Would you go with me?” He asked instantly after, so fast that I hardly understood what he said.

“Yeah, sure!” I smiled in excitement, knowing how fun it would be to go with one of my best friends. “Such a good idea, just go with a friend! I should have thought-“

I interrupted myself because, behind him, James and Sirius were making weird gestures, shaking their heads and ushering me to stop talking. And Peter just watched me with wide eyes.

“Eh… exactly” Remus piped up in the end after a moment of silence.

He dedicated me a weak smile before he turned around and left where he came from. Peter followed him, and I noticed how he made wide gestures to him in an attempt to catch his attention.

“What the hell was that?” I asked Sirius and James, confused.

“Nothing, Y/N” James patted my shoulder, with a mysterious smile, and went to reunite with the others.

“Just… dress up for the dance and get pretty, okay?” Sirius chuckled as his arm casually fell over my shoulders.

We started walking to the Great Hall, and so I chuckled and pushed him a little.

“Are you saying I have to dress up to be pretty, Sirius?”

“I wouldn’t dare, Y/N, not unless I want to be turned into a frog”

*

I was oddly jittery when the day of the dance came. Everyone was rushing, pacing and hurrying as they prepared to go to the Yule Ball.

I stood before the mirror, watching my reflection thoughtfully. If it weren’t because my roommate assured me that I looked great, I would have been very self-conscious about it.

Honestly, I couldn’t understand why I was so nervous! I was just going to meet with my friend Remus and hang out with the rest of my friends as usual. With the small difference that we were all dressed up and we were going to a dance. Why was that any different from any other regular day?

Taking a deep breath, I left the bedrooms and passed through the Gryffindor Common Room until I made it to Great Hall, where the Yule Ball was being held at.

I glanced around looking for my friends until I found them. It wasn’t too hard, as they were being loud and rambunctious as usual. Smiling to myself, I walked over to them. They hadn’t noticed me yet.

James and Sirius were talking amongst them, and I could have sworn I heard my name being spoken in the conversation.  

“Don’t you know it’s rude to talk about someone behind their back?” I playfully told them, interrupting them.

“Y/N!” James smirked at me, eyeing me up and down.

“Wait until Remus sees you” Sirius chuckled in disbelief. “You look great!”

I glanced at Peter as he was silent, and he just smiled at me.

It was probably the first time we saw each other out of our usual school tunics, or at least into something so fanciy, and it was quite the sight. To witness them wearing tuxedo like outfits was strange yet oddly charming. And for once, James had managed to comb that mess of a hair.

“Where is he, by the way?” I asked them, strangely eager to see him.

“He was a little nervous, he’s taking his time” James winked at me in a way that I didn’t really understand.

I frowned and opened my mouth to ask, but Sirius interrupted me.

“Are you nervous, Y/N?” His smirk had a mischievous hint to it as he leaned an elbow over my shoulders.

“No…” I lied, gently pushing him away from me.

“You do look nervous” Peter pointed out.

“Shut up, I don’t!”

“You better not be lying, because here he comes”

I quickly turned around, hurriedly combing my hair hoping they weren’t messing with me. But indeed, there he was. Remus looked very handsome, and I nearly melted at the tender smile he dedicated me when he saw me. His eyes were dripping with fondness as he approached me.

“Y/N!” Kindly, he took my hands in his. “You look… beautiful! So beautiful!”

“You don’t look too bad yourself” I grinned at him.

I could hear Sirius and James muttering behind us, even giggling. But I was too smitten with Remus to pay attention to them.

*

It had been a lovely evening, like a beautiful dream. Perfect.

I had fun with my friends, slow danced with Remus and talked and laughed a lot. But all good things must come to an end. In this case, rather, the magic spell was broken when Remus left behind his calm yet jittery behavior, which was replaced with a panicked and hurried one.

Had I done something wrong? Was it something I said? Why did he look so frantic and worried all of a sudden?

“I knew this was a bad idea…” I heard him whispering to himself as he broke away from our embrace.

“Re-Remus?” I spluttered, completely astonished.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I have to go, I…” His eyes wouldn’t meet mine as he struggled to get away from me, despite my efforts to hold him back.

“What’s wrong?” I urged him, desperately trying to get him to stay, to linger in the closeness and intimacy.

“I… There’s something I… I’m sorry”

Seeing as he wasn’t giving me a clear answer, I turned to the other three. They exchanged glanced of concern in silence, almost forgetting I was there with them.

“We gotta go” Sirius hurriedly mumbled, urging them all outside.

“Sorry” Peter turned to me one last time before leaving me there. Alone.

Resigned, I sat down and heaved a big sigh.

I couldn’t understand, they didn’t give me a proper explanation! They didn’t give me an excuse, not even a crappy one! Was it really that bad?

It was me, wasn’t it? Remus noticed we were getting too affectionate and romantic and he didn’t like the idea of it. Was I not good enough for him? I thought he enjoyed being with me! Why did he abandon me like that then, so hurriedly? Did I really scare him off?

Maybe I was just deceiving myself thinking he might like me. Maybe he just left, dragging the rest along with him, because he saw things were getting out of hand. He just… ditched me!

I absently looked up, feeling a painful and empty sadness taking over me. All across the room were happy couples talking, dancing or laughing together. It was almost like they were reminding me what I could be doing at that moment with the boy that, I realized, I liked. That I really really liked.

I only noticed when I started craving something I didn’t have. Something that I nearly got but that was snatched from me.

Heartbroken and miserable, I stood up and left the dance. There was only one place I wanted to be at, and it was far far away from there.

A place that somehow helped me think and calm down when I was upset. Perhaps because of the feeling of isolation it gave me, that I could relate to when I was in a mood bad enough to seek it.

Taking advantage of the secret passage way of the Whomping Willow that the boys had told me about –which they discovered not too long ago and were planning to write down, along with the others that would someday hopefully help other lawbreakers like themselves -, I headed for the Shrieking Shack in the hopes that it would comfort me enough to then go back to Hogwarts.

*

I thought I might, but I didn’t cry. I just sat there, alone, trying to keep my mind blank. And eventually, the silent environment of the Shrieking Shack –even though everyone called it so, whenever I went there everything remained quiet, which confirmed that the abandoned house wasn’t haunted like the rumors said –along with the calm ambiance of the night, helped me calm down. I was still upset, of course, but I was feeling a little better.

Just as I wondered why the Shrieking Shack was called like that if I never heard any shrieking in it, a shrill scream sounded in the distance. I gasped, frightened, and stood up.

Absently brushing the dust off my dress, I stood up and stared at the direction the shriek came from.

Knowing the best idea would be to hide from the danger, I left the room and went to the next room when I heard hurried footsteps coming closer.

I peaked at the door, somewhat curious to see what was happening. Four voices talked over each other, frantic and almost panicked. But… they sounded familiar.

“We’re almost there, hold on!”

“Fight it, you can do it!”

“I can’t!”

“It’s too late!”

I gasped when I saw none other than Remus Lupin, being held down by James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. Because it seemed like he was… changing. Shifting.

His features were elongating and becoming sharper and wilder. Almost like those of an animal. What was happening?!

Too worried to think straight, I jumped out of my hiding place and revealed my presence to them.

“Remus?” I muttered, even if my voice came out lower than I intended.

Startled by my sudden presence there, the three boys turned to me in awe. Until Remus fully shifted into a werewolf. And because they were distracted by me, he escaped from their grip.

I screamed as I saw him lunge at me, completely rid from his human side as the moonlight entered through the cracks of the planked windows. I should have known.

While I waited for him to inevitably tackle me and hurt me, my mind did something strange. It slowed time and I found myself thinking back.

Back to other nights that also happened to be full moon, in which Remus would excuse himself and disappeared for many hours. Back to the mornings he returned, worn out and exhausted, and would never explain what happened to him, no matter how much I asked.

Part of me always knew there was something going on. Part of me figured Remus was a werewolf, piecing everything together. But the conscious side of me preferred to see Remus as I always did. The calm, kind and gentle boy I liked so much.

The werewolf side of him clashed so much with the other one that I just refused to believe it. Until then.

When Remus was tackling me to the ground, hurting my arm as I hit it when I fell. I screamed out in pain and terror, but his fangs never made contact with my skin.

I realized I had shut my eyes tight when I had to open them to see what was going on. A big black dog was defending me, tearing the werewolf form of Remus away from me.

To make sure my friends were safe, I looked over to my friends. James and Peter were still there, but where had Sirius gone to?!

Unless… the black dog was Sirius.

Once Remus was temporarily dazed by the attack, the dog glanced at the boys and then at me. Without further ado, the dog turned back into Sirius, who gripped my wrist and dragged me away from there in a rush.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

“I’m fine, don’t worry”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! What the hell is going on, Sirius?!”

“Remus is a werewolf”

“That much I figured myself”

“We became animagi to help him” Sirius urgently tugged at me so I would walk faster, never making eye contact. “James is a stag and Peter is a rat”

“Why hadn’t you told me?” I exclaimed, outrage by what I was just finding out. “I had the right to now!”

“We wanted to tell you” Sirius only stopped once we were at the end of the passage way, near the Whomping Willow. “But Remus refused, he was afraid of letting you know”

“Why? I don’t understand, Sirius, why…”

“There’s no time for that right now, you need to get to safety” He shook his head vehemently. “Besides, that’s not for me to say”

“But-“

“Go to school, and don’t come back here”

“What?! I’m not gonna-“

“Promise, Y/N”

Watching the urgency and concern in his eyes, I sighed and obliged.

“I promise, Sirius” I nodded and he nodded back.

Then he disappeared back inside to assist our friends on restraining Remus.

I resigned myself to keep my promise and went back to Hogwarts. And even though it was night time and everyone had left the ball to go to sleep, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep at all that night.

*

The next day everything felt hazy like a dream.

It was not strange in our wizarding world, but discovering the boy I liked was a werewolf and my best friends were animagi was quite the shock. I was still trying to completely wrap my mind around the idea.

However, I went to Remus in the Common Room and asked him to meet later. And there we were, even if we were supposed to be talking and we hadn’t said a word so far.

We just walked in silence, being awkward and uncomfortable. Maybe asking Remus to talk and sort things out wasn’t the best idea, but I refused to let him go so easily. Even if it was as a friend, I wanted to keep him around.

And for that we needed to clarify some things, like what happened the other day. I wasn’t stupid, I knew a werewolf when I saw one. But why did he keep it from me? Why did the rest of them know and not me? Did he not trust me?

Every now and then he would look at me and open his mouth, just to regret it and resign himself to remain quiet. I wanted to say something myself, but I didn’t know what. After all, he was the one that needed to explain himself.

Remus cleared his throat as we walked alongside the Black Lake.

“I’m sorry” He uttered in the end, finally breaking the suffocating silence.

“For what?” I piped up as well, but he didn’t reply.

I stared at him, silently urging him to speak up. But he just frowned and looked down to the ground. He seemed troubled.

“I knew you two would be here doubting yourselves and not confessing!” A voice said behind us, startling us.

As we looked over our shoulders, we saw our dear friend Sirius running our direction to catch up with us.

“Sirius, what…?” Remus began saying, but his friend’s glare shut him up.

“Wait, confessing?” I asked, eyeing them intensely.

“He thinks you will think differently of him for being a werewolf” I had never seen our friend so fed up, he even rolled his eyes tiredly.

“Why would I?” I turned to Remus, gently squeezing his upper arm to reinforce my words. “You can’t control it, it’s who you are when you’re Remus that matters to me”

With the corner of my eye, I saw Sirius grinning widely at my words. Almost proudly.

Remus, on the other hand, seemed taken aback by my response. He didn’t react at first, until he smiled just a little and locked eyes with me.

“Really? I thought that-“ He began to say, just to be interrupted by Sirius.

“Why don’t you just stop being stupid?” He shoved us both a little. “You like each other, it should be obvious!”

I felt my cheeks burning and knew that I was blushing. It was a cheeky thing to say, but it somehow reassured me despite my embarrassment.

I was right, Remus did enjoy being with me! He did like me! So it was probably his fear of rejection why he kept everything from me. It was that what held him back from telling me the truth, from telling me everything.

“It’s so stupidly obvious!” Sirius groaned in exasperation.

“So you do like me back” I uttered with a happy chuckle.

“Like you back?” Remus was dumbfounded, and I noticed he was blushing a little as well.

“There we go” Sirius seemed to finally calm down, because he crossed his arms in satisfaction. “Now kiss”

“Sirius…” I whined in annoyance. “You’re embarrassing-”

Remus did, in fact, kiss me. It took me by surprise and I probably blushed even more, judging by the bright chuckle coming from Sirius. But Remus was smiling at me as he broke away, in a wide and calm tender gesture.

That was the Remus I knew and loved. In fact, the Remus I now knew more.