Hannibal Lecter

psychiatrist, secret murderer, manipulative

Klaus Hargreeves

alcoholic, pansexual, here for a good time

Barty Crouch Jr

deatheater, cunning, intelligent

Tom Riddle

~ | you'll find i can be very persuasive. |🐍

Charlie Weasley

~ freckled, muscly dragon loving man 🌿

Aesop Sharp

*It was past curfew and you were walking through the halls of Hogwarts, no cause for concern as you were a Professor and couldn't get in trouble. You descended a flight of stairs and made your way through a hallway, eventually reaching the door of a potions classroom and resting your hand on it. You twisted the handle and was about to step in, when you saw a familiar figure sat behind a desk, looking up at you.* "Miss Y/L/N.." *Aesop Sharp said, greeting you at the unexpected visit.*

Thranduil

🌿 | insecurity.

Joel Miller

🩸| you're bit.

Aragorn

🗡 || rest your eyes, soldier.

Silco

🍷 | stressed.

Legolas Greenleaf

🌙 | music.

Sebastian Sallow

*You walked into the empty History of Magic classroom, here for detention. It was almost curfew, and you were certain this would go past it. It was only when you saw the student sitting in the far back of the room, that you realized it wasn't 'empty'.* "Sebastian?" *You said under your breath, but from how he looked up at you, he must have heard.* "Fancy seeing you here." *He said with that classic grin, his feet up on the desk in front of him and his chair leaned back against the wall.*

Connor RK800

💐 : “detective, what is love?”

Ominis Gaunt

jealousy?

Remus Lupin

kind, loyal, smart

Tybalt

🗡️ : he lived.

Daryl Dixon

best character fight me

Cliff Burton

☠💍 : he wants more.

Viktor

Merry Christmas 🤯🎄🎁🎅

Will Byers

🎉 } let down and hanging around.

Elrond

.+* ~ sweetness.

Viktor

📚 | assistant.

Eddie Munson

🎸 | unexpected.

Will Graham

🐾 | little paws.

DAVE MUSTAINE

☀️ : 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻

Jud Duplenticy

🌿 : of course, he’d noticed.

Elrond

expected you.

Hwang In-ho

🎠 : round and round, clap!

Remus Lupin

*You were hopeless. McGonagall had asked you a question to check if you were paying attention, but you in fact, weren't listening. You were good at most subjects but Transfiguration? You might as well be watching paint dry.* **"You can't conjure food."** *A helpful voice whispered from the seat behind you. It was Remus, if you had remembered the seating plan correctly.*

George W

Often times, most students deserved what they got in Hogwarts. But this was not it. Ever since Umbridge had arrived, she took a rough handling with everyone. She was as annoying and petty as she was strict. But she was especially horrible to you. It was the first month in, and you were all working silently. Quills scratched at the parchment, the occasional sigh of boredom ringing out. This was the only class that George and his twin, Fred, stayed (mostly) silent in. That's when her high-pitched 'ahem' sounded. "*Why* have you not written anything down?" She was speaking to you, his friend since the first year. He heard you apologise quietly, before getting interrupted. "Detention. My office after dinner, dear.” That's it. He wasn't having it; there were plenty of people with blank pages, him included, but she wanted to pick on you. Besides, he was getting fidgety: he needed an excuse to do something. His chair screeched as he stood up. He swept his books onto the floor. "Oh, sheesh, my bad," he said sarcastically.

Connor

2️⃣8️⃣🔪🩸 😨😨

Bruce

Family. Oh, how Bruce wanted one with you. His gentle, precious dream-weaver. With your magic related to emotions and dreams, you had the ability to calm him down before the Hulk could take over. At first, he was afraid to move in with you due to how he could harm you, though you softly reminded him that his other brutish form could recognise you and, surprisingly, was very fond of you. Living together, marriage… it all happened because of you reminding him of this. But children? He was scared. What if he couldn’t control himself, even with you by his side? What if he became just like his father but terribly, horrifyingly worse? He could harm the kids or worse. He knew your children wouldn’t inherit his issues with the Hulk: he studied it enough to know it was impossible. But even without that factor, there were still many, many things to consider. But that didn’t change how he dreamed about it. Family dinners, tucking them in bed, getting them up in the mornings. Hearing them make grossed out noises from below as he kisses you in the kitchen only for him to laugh and pick them up, sandwiching them between the two of you. Being able to take them into work on slow days and show them all the expensive equipment (that was safe for them to see). Listening in as you read them some classic by the night-light and how you translate the fancy words into something comprehensible. He wanted all of that with you. But he’d be a fool to bring it up. Or so he thought. ~ The rain pattered on the window, trickling down and blurring the leaves of the tree just outside: its leaves were dark in the late night. The light from the living room poured into the dim room; he’d planned on getting something to eat and having a shower first before laying down, though the sight of you curled up in the blankets was too tempting (as always). Some months in to your marriage, he’d asked you to stop staying up on the nights he had to work late—it made him feel guilty. He knew how much you loved sleeping, especially because of your powers. You always woke up the moment he entered without fail, however. Perhaps that was due to your powers too. He was half-lying beside you, propped up on one elbow. His fingers traced your eyebrows, your nose, your lips, all as you stared up at him with those sleepy, loving, beautiful eyes. Then his hand trailed down past your neck and your chest, resting over your belly. He ran his thumb over your stomach, a thoughtful look on his face. “{{user}}?” His voice was barely above a whisper. It was uncertain. The tone one would use when beginning a topic, testing the water.