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lithiumfae · 1 year

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Sirius Black as your boyfriend:

nsfw under the line!!!!! filth, absolute filth. you’ve been warned.

Sirius and James are the biggest flirts but while James is the type to act a fool when he is trying to get with someone (send them a thousand letters asking them out, get a whole class to sing them a song, etc), Sirius is the complete opposite. He is used to girls being into him just because he is Sirius Black so he doesn’t really try to court anyone. So when he sees you for the first time and you pay him no mind, his brain shortcuts and he is like “Are they insane? Blind?”

At first he thought he hated you. Poor boy had yet to develop the other half of his brain so he couldn’t fathom the idea that the funny feeling in his chest was attraction and not hatred.

Oh, the confusion. When he would see you being nice to Snape… coughitwasjealousyallalongcoufgh.

Fast forward to when he finally sorted himself out. He couldn’t help but annoy you until you felt like pulling his hair so hard you left him with a bald spot. Insufferable little man.

“Oh, you like me sooo much”

The type to ask you to read him a book he’s been wanting to read forever but he’s a little lazy (while he rests his head on your chest)

He’d be upset if you went too long without babying him but won’t tell you what’s wrong because he’s lowkey embarrassed.

Jealousy. One of his red flags for sure!!!

Although he distanced himself from his family and their world he just can’t stop acting like the “gentleman” he was raised to be. Meaning that he has a hard time talking about his feelings, he can go days acting cold before you force an explanation out of him.

Sometimes he gets upset when he sees the way Lily babies James and he’s like “Why don’t I get the same treatment?” (from you ofc) but he prefers to keep it to himself. This along with his jealous tendencies makes for some explosive arguments.

It took months of working together as a couple to get him to say what he is feeling, it was a process.

If you thought he was all talk… let me tell you just how WRONG you were.

He can back up his confidence with actual skills, if you know what I mean.

His every day teasing and his annoying antics were sings of how he behaves in bed. He laughs when you let out a moan slightly louder than the last one, he enjoys making you feel embarrassed.

The type to ask “Yeah?” in a mocking and condescending tone.

A big fan of fingering because it gives him full control and he gets to be “unaffected” by it all.

Eye contact, 100%.

Also the type to make you ride him just so he can lay back and give you one of those cocky smiles. One arm cushioning his head, the other other holding your hip.

One of the side effects of him being raised to one day be the head of his family is that he enjoys being in control. But he is also very childish at times so in bed it translates to playfulness and domination. A weird mix of laughs, pleasure and also a bit of anger when he teases you too much.

Not a big fan of oral because he doesn’t like not being in control of his body. Meaning he is a lot more sensitive than he lets on but he rather be dead than admit it. Blowjobs turn his brain into goo.

Definitely an ass man. Bonus points if you have squishy thighs.

He is so easily turned on. The equivalent of a victorian man sweating after seeing ankles fr. You could be changing your shirt and he stares at your bare shoulders for a little too long and boom, a boner. Oh you grabbed one of his knees while talking to someone? Boner. You grabbed his chin to make him look at you, you guessed it, instant boner.

Loves when you pull his hair, definitely enjoys a little pain. Scratches, hair pulling, a second round right after cumming, etc, he enjoys all that.

All in all, prepare yourself to be flustered beyond human limits, your heart could give out.

R.I.P brave soldier.

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x yn #sirius black #marauders era #harry potter headcanons

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remuslovebot · 3 years

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Super Freak

[ young Remus Lupin x reader ]

originally posted on my Wattpad @accioremu https://www.wattpad.com/user/accioremu

"Tonight is the night I get Lily Evens," James insisted to all of you. You and Remus were curled up together on the couch, him playing with your hair. Sirius was lounging on the chair and Peter was on the floor playing Wizard chess by himself.

You laughed under your breath at James's statement, "And how exactly do you know this, Prongs? I know your not passing divination," you joked, causing the rest of the boys to laugh under their breath. "Ha ha, Y/n," James nodded, sarcastically.

"Okay but seriously, what's your plan?" Remus asked. James cleared his throat, "Tonight at the Gryffindor party, I will woo her with my scholastic aptitude's," he smiled.

You could tell he didn't really know what he was saying, but you knew how genuinely he felt about your best friend so you offered some help.

"Okay...before you do that, I can talk you up to her. Her, Marlene, and I were going to Hogsmeade today anyway." You said. James appreciated the help, knowing that he would need it, if he wanted Lily Evens attention.

Kissing you goodbye before meeting Marlene and Lily, Remus tucked some of your hair out of your face. "Have fun," he smiled, not being able to take his eyes off of you. It was always like that, he was always admiring you. You chuckled in response, "I will," you replied.

"Y/n, let's go it's freezing!" Marlene yelled as Lily gave her a light shove. You looked back at them, letting out a giggle. "Okay Rem, I should go," you said, kissing him on the nose.

You pulled away, but Remus kissed you one last time before leaving. "Don't have too much fun, love," he joked. You nodded, then turning around to Lily and Marlene.

"Finally," Marlene joked, nudging you on the shoulder. "Oh hush, she and Remus are so cute together," Lily defended. You blushed, then looking at your two best friends. "You know Lily, if you give James a chance we could double date," you inquired.

Lily blushed, then focusing her gaze on the town. "You know how I feel about James, Y/n," Lily said. You rolled your eyes, "If you mean in love, then yes, I know how you feel," you smiled. Marlene let out a laugh as Lily shook her head, smiling.

"Did James put you up to this?" She asked. You knew that she was smart enough to catch on, especially when she knew that James liked her. "Yes, he did! I think you should give him a chance and Lil's, I'm not saying that because he told me to. I'm saying it because you both look cute together," You explained.

"Kinda like Y/n and Remus," Marlene pointed out, making Lily gawk in disbelief. "You too!" She said. Marlene laughed, "Awe come on, give him a chance, you know you want to," she joked. Lily sighed, thinking about what she would do. Then the two of you continued to Hogsmeade.

Later that night, the party was in full swing. Sirius was drinking like a fish, while flirting with a group of fifth years. James was passing out drinks, as Lily and him would casually make eye contact with eachother from time to time. Peter, was also passing out drinks, wanting desperately to be as cool as James.

You and Remus were seated near the fire, a glass of fire-whiskey in your guy's hands.

Looking over to the sea of people, mostly Gryffindors...you spotted a nervous Lily walking over to James. "Oh my god, she's going to do it," you mumbled. Remus, entranced by playing with your hair, looked at you confused, "Who's going to do what," Remus replied.

"Lily, she's making her way over to Potter," you said, sitting up to get a closer look. As you got up, Sirius drunkenly walked over to the two of you. "So you talked to her?" Remus asked.

Sirius looked to you, "Yes, go match maker Y/n!" He said, stumbling. You laughed under your breath as you saw him pass out. "Man, he is going to hate missing this," you joked. "Yeah well it's probably best they aren't interrupted anyway," Remus replied.

You couldn't believe it, Lily had actually taken your advice and Marlene's probably helped to. Speaking of, Marlene seeing Lily approach James, grabbed Peter by his robes to walk him over to where you guys were.

"Hey, we miss anything?" She asked. You shook your head. "No there just talking," you replied. "At least they aren't fighting," Remus said. You nodded, they did have a tendency to bicker. "Sirius is going to be sad he missed this," Peter said, shaking his head.

After seeing them talk for a while, they eventually left the portrait hole. "Wow," you said. "Yeah," Marlene replied, just as in shock as you. "Alright, it's getting late and the life of the party is already passed out," you said, pointing to Sirius and thinking it would be a good time to call it a night.

"I'll put Sirius to bed. Peter, help me," Remus said. Peter nodded, getting up off the floor. Before walking over to Sirius, Remus walked over to you. "Stay out here, yeah?" He questioned. You nodded, kissing him on the cheek. Remus and Peter picked up a passed out Sirius, walking him up to their dorm room.

You and Marlene took out your wands, then beginning to clean up the common room. Everyone groaned, knowing the party was over. Some went back to their common rooms and others lazily walked up their dorms. "I'm guessing you staying out here for Remus?" Marlene asked.

You nodded in response. "Okay then, don't stay up to late, Y/n/n," Marlene said. She then walked up to the dorm room that you, Lily, and her shared. You sat down on the couch, waiting for Remus and thinking what James and Lily were doing right now. Feeling some one take your hand, you turned to see Remus sitting down next to you. "I'm back, love," he said.

"So why did you want me to stay behind?" You asked. "I wanted to give you a proper goodnight," he said, leaning into kiss you. You kissed back, the kiss getting extremely heated. After a few minutes of making out on the couch, you both heard the portrait door open.

"Shit! McGonagall?" You whispered. Remus didn't know who else it could be and knew that the both of you were sure to get busted.

Looking up and over the couch your let out a breath of relief. "Thank god, it's just you two," You said, seeing James and Lily.

Remus sat up from on top of you and James raised his eyebrows. "Worried we were McGonagall?" He joked. Remus playfully glared at him, "Yeah, we did," he replied, getting off you.

"So where did the two of you go?" You asked Lily. Lily blushed, walking up to take James hand, "We talked," she replied shortly, giving you a 'we will talk later' look. You nodded understandably.

“Well, Lily and I are going to head to bed," you said, now fully off the couch. You kissed Remus goodnight, mumbling the usual "I love you," to him.

The rest of the night, you, Lily, and Marlene talked about Lily's night with James. As the four boys, talked about the party, Lily, and you.

#young remus lupin #young remus x reader #andrew garfield #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #remus lupin x reader #marauders #marauders x you #gryffindor #hogwarts #all the young dudes #moony #anything for our moony

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ramblings-of-a-foolish-mortal · 4 years

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Wolfstar Fanfic - Constellations in Your Soul.

///I started writing a Wolfstar fanfic, it’s my first fanfic that I’ve actually written with the intent to post. If you like it, let me know and I’ll post more on it. Also, plot suggestions are welcome. I’m not actually all that creative, most of the stuff I make is inspired by existing things. It would actually be really helpful if you’d leave comments and maybe be my beta readers? I’m not super great with editing. :) ///

Remus strolled through the wall that led to Platform Nine and Three Quarters after he’d replayed it over and over in his mind, both of his canvas suitcases in tow behind him. As he paced towards the train awaiting him and other students he tried to keep his eyes fixed on the ground in front of him, hoping that he wouldn’t run into anyone on his way to the doors. The stairs to the train were shorter than he remembered them being, but that could be drawn up to his growth spurt this summer. The small smile that snuck onto his face once the cool air from the inside of the train hit him was unintentional, but when you smell home, there’s not much you can do but smile. The train had a tendency to carry many smells at once and it would often overwhelm Remus’ senses to the point that he would have to cover his nose until he got to whatever booth his friends were in, but this year he’d come early for the specific reason of being able to pick an ideal booth where everyone would comfortably fit rather than one barely big enough to fit the four of them, as had happened in all previous years of riding the train.

He shifted so his things were single file with him and slipped into an empty booth in the back corner that was slightly larger than the other aisle booths. Once his luggage was in the overhead, he sat close to the glass doors of the booth, in clear sight of the aisle so he could catch James or Sirius before they went into a different compartment and made him move. Peter was always late, last year he’d almost missed the train entirely. Remus smiled slightly at the memory of his friend falling over in the middle of the walkway as the train started to move, barely pulling his bag through closing doors.

I wonder whether James or Sirius will arrive first this year. If James managed to beat Sirius to the train, Sirius would be stuck with the middle seat, which was unfortunate as he enjoyed watching the scenery pass by. Remus could easily recall most of Sirius’ facial expressions, and he always seemed peaceful when watching the scenery pass by, even if it was moving too fast to distinctly make out. However, if Sirius got here first, James would spend the whole time getting up to go get snacks or to flirt with Lily Evans. Poor Lily, she has to put up with James being even more obnoxious than he is around me. He smiled slightly, becoming lost in thought about his friends, and about how the upcoming year would turn out. Surely they could have one year where no one almost died in a Quidditch match or deciding to explore the Forbidden Forest. Then again, he was friends with James Potter and Sirius Black. If anything did happen, he was sure he would be in the middle of it with them. Maybe I can try to reason them out of doing something lethally idiotic-

His thoughts were interrupted by Sirius knocking on the glass of the compartment door before sliding in, flashing Remus one of those confident smiles he threw around. Remus stood, hugging him with a light clap on the back.

“Hey Remus! Did you do anything fun this summer?” Sirius pulled out of the hug after a moment, though he seemed a little stiff, and heaved his things into the overhead before sitting down. Remus sat back down by the glass door, offering a shrug with his response. “If by fun you mean idiotic and likely resulting in injury, no.” Sirius made a small offended noise, as if he didn’t know exactly what Remus was jabbing at. “However, I did acquire something you might want to use.”

Sirius noted the glint in Remus’ eye and grinned. Most people probably would have thought he was the innocent caretaker of the group, but the fact was, he was most often the main perpetrator in planning each prank and assault. Sirius made a hand motion that could be easily interpreted as, Hand it over. Remus handed Sirius a bottle of muggle hair dye. They both gave somewhat villainous smiles before quickly returning back to normal behavior as Remus barely caught sight of James before he burst into the compartment. Sirius shoved the bottle into his robes inner pocket.

“Helloooooo Beauties! How are you guys! I hope you’re ready because I’ve been planning pranks and ‘creative activities’ all summer.” Sirius stood to give James a bone-crushing hug, back and shoulders stiffening when James squeezed back, before sitting back down. Remus frowned slightly at that, though started smiling again once in Sirius’ line of sight. James tossed his things carelessly into the overhead on Sirius’ side, all but falling into his seat as he launched into his plans for this year. Is he uncomfortable, maybe his muscles are stiff if he did something strenuous recently. Remus grimaced slightly at the not-so-faint scent of fabric softener, covering his nose while his thoughts were interrupted with a wave of nausea. James went on about letting loose a number of nifflers in the Great Hall, setting off fireworks over Gryffindor Tower, hiding tiny rubber ducks (a muggle toy) all over the prefects bathroom, and a number of other pranks that would likely require much revision by Remus to be feasible. It took him a couple minutes to realise Remus was looking nauseous.

“Remus, you look pale. What’s up?” James frowned slightly, worried about his friend. Remus couldn’t do much about it and simply summarized,

“Just the smell, James. Did your family begin using a new fabric softener in the wash?” He crossed his legs so his stomach didn’t feel so uneasy. “Sirius, would you open the window, please.” his voice came out a mutter through the sleeve of his robes. Sirius immediately pulled open the window, looking mildly concerned. Remus felt a surge of appreciation as fresh air flooded the compartment.

“Actually, yeah. I think my mum switched which one she uses. Is it bothering you?” James took off his Robe. “She washed my robe this morning, sorry. I didn’t think about the smell.” James stuffed the robe into this bag, hoping that would limit the scent for Remus.

Remus shrugged. “It’s not your fault James, you don’t have to apologize. Thank you for putting it away.” He kept his sleeve up to cover his mouth and nose for a while before he felt his nose was safe enough to lower it. James continued on about where he thought they could get the nifflers, and about where to acquire the fireworks for Gryffindor Tower, though Remus didn’t miss the occasional glance to check on him. Peter didn’t get to their compartment until the train was starting to pull out of station, huffing for air while looking somewhat exhausted.

“H-hi guys, I’m sorry I’m late… Again. I really didn’t- didn’t mean to, there was bad traffic and then I saw this cat at Kingscross Station and it was so cute, I couldn’t-” Sirius gave him a huge hug, similar to the ones he’d given Remus and James. Chamomile and mint seemed to be faintly emanating off of Peter.

“No problem, Pete! At least you’re on the train. I almost thought you weren’t going to make it.” Sirius spoke as he sat down while Peter climbed on the seat to push his bags into the overhead on Remus’ side. Remus smiled slightly at Peter, still a little sick to his stomach, but feeling much better than earlier.

“Nice to see you after summer break, Peter. Is your garden doing well?” Remus smiled slightly at the light that overtook Peter's expression.

“Oh, yes! My Lavender and Chamomile are maturing beautifully. I even brought some homemade tea-bags, I designed the mixture myself. I think you’ll like it. There’s mint in it too, and some other things, the odor shouldn’t be too strong, so you’ll be able to drink it even around full-moon.” Peter rushed the words out quickly, digging around in his pockets before pulling out a small cloth bag with the mixture inside. Remus smiled wider, letting Peter place it in his palm before his hands returned to his pockets and pulled out a small strip of woven embroidery thread, running his fingers over it and twisting it into different shapes.

“Thank you, Peter. I really appreciate it.” Remus put the cloth bag in his robes inner pocket.

The ride to Hogwarts seemed shorter than the actual 9 hour ride, but that was likely because they spent the whole time either talking or sleeping. Remus spent only the last 20 minutes dozing in his corner, abruptly woken by the train’s whistle, alerting everyone of their soon arrival. James was continually talking, frequently interrupted by Sirius interjecting another thought that was usually more stupid or more dangerous. They hustled out of the compartment and off of the train. Remus and Peter were mostly quiet while navigating through hundreds of students and dozens of teachers helping to guide the tide of children and adolescents.

Remus kept a careful eye on Sirius and James so he didn’t lose them, while Peter was barely avoiding running into Remus with all the people trying to shove past and into them. I hate crowds. So many people. Too many smells. Remus grimaced at the clashing sounds and sights of the hoard around them. Relatively soon everyone halted, waiting for transportation up to the school grounds.

The school kept transportation orderly, sending each group of 4 to 5 students up to the school grounds 5 or 6 groups at a time. It wasn’t much of a wait to be able to sit down in the Great Hall. Everyone was very loud, voices garbling and rumbling over each other before they got to Remus’ ears. He glanced over at James, then felt his eyes roll while James was unabashedly staring at a red-headed Lily Evans only six or seven seats down. Sirius frowned when he saw Remus’ reaction before seeing the cause and grinning evilly.

Sirius threw a roll at James’ head to snap him out of it. “Careful, James. Or you face might get stuck in a stupid look. Oh, sorry, I forgot it was already stuck like that.”

James scoffed at that, throwing the roll back at Sirius. “Whatever, Drama Queen.” Remus smiled a bit, sighing. This is going to be a very long year, isn’t it? He glanced at Sirius, then felt his face flush a little. God damn he’s beautiful though.

Sirius shifted how he was sitting throughout the meal, leaning forward, or slouching a bit, or propping a leg up on his knee. It wasn’t uncomfortable shifts, but they made him look more ordinary than the rest of his family. His sibling, cousins, his whole family sat with stiff backs and airy postures. No doubt that’s his intent though. Remus noted how much more down to earth and grounded Sirius had always been. Stomach laughs and crooked smiles and mischief. None of his family’s superiority bullshit. Remus risked a glance at Sirius, trying to pinpoint why his movements were off. He seemed fine moving around, but every so often he’d start moving one way and abruptly stop, like something was blocking him. What on earth?

Remus kept a careful eye on Sirius the rest of dinner, even while the first years were being sorted into their houses. Sirius wasn’t entirely oblivious to Remus’ attention and looks of concern, but he didn’t seem to mind or care. Near the end of dinner, Remus mouthed, ‘Are you okay?’ Sirius only gave a stupid smile and nodded, like ‘Duh, why wouldn’t I be.’ Remus frowned as Sirius turned away from their brief interaction to talk to James and Peter. He’s definitely not okay…

As dinner came to a close, everyone started trickling out of the Great Hall, tired and full of food. Peter was the first to turn in.

“I’ll see you guys in the dorm room, I’m kind of tired though, so I might be asleep. See you tomorrow.” He gave a wave before quickly walking off to the dorm rooms. Peter tended to walk quickly, avoiding attention where he could.

“He had a good idea there.” James shrugged, standing only a few minutes after Peter left. “I’ve got to get my beauty sleep if I want Evans to fall for me, and most of the people should already be in bed. I’ll see you boys later in the dormitories.” He gave a quick smile and walked off slowly, winking at Lily on his way out. She only rolled her eyes at him and continued on with her current conversation.

Remus was quiet for a few minutes before looking Sirius in the eyes, a controlled expression on his face. “Sirius, what’s wrong.” Sirius’ face was blank for a moment before smiling widely, though his eyes looked caught.

“What do you mean? You shouldn’t be all cryptic Remus, someone might mistake your sock-folding arse for a mysterious type.” he pointed at Remus. “You do know girls go for the mysterious quiet type, don’t you?”

“Stop deflecting. I know something is wrong. You don’t have a full range of movement and you keep flinching when you try to move your shoulder back. I can’t figure out if you got injured or if you’re just feeling weird today. I mean it’s not like-” Remus paused, eyes widening. -like somebody beat you. He was about to say. Poor choice of words Remus. You know how his family treats him. “Oh. This morning?” Remus frowned, studying Sirius’ face. Sirius frowned, nodding in small motions. “You haven’t had somebody look at it yet, have you.” Sirius shook his head, lips pulled tight. Oh I am going to murder them. Just as soon as I get the chance their heads are going t-

“Remus, you’re getting angry again.” Sirius spoke quietly, calmly, gently taking Remus’ attention.

“I thought you said they were going to control themselves over the summer. They said they’d minimize damage.” Remus couldn’t help the slight growl that crept into his voice. He’s my friend. It should be me instead. He doesn’t deserve this, I do. Why does he have the shitty family? Remus knew his thought process was illogical. Neither of them had control over their families or who was in them, but he still felt that Sirius deserved none of the lot given to him.

“They did. This was the first time in two weeks, Remus. Calm down a bit. I was going to ask you to help me out a bit once the others were in bed.” Sirius gave a small comforting smile. Sirius is in pain and he’s comforting me?

“Yeah...okay. Abandoned bathroom?” Remus looked to Sirius for his response, wanting to help. Sirius gave a quick nod and they both stood up, walking out of the Great Hall. At least he’ll be safe here at school. I’m glad we get to go to Hogwarts.

#wolfstar #sirius x remus #fanfic #sirius needs a hug #sirius black #remus lupin #marauders #james potter #angsty sirius #slightly angsty #angst #comfort #harry-potter #harry potter marauders #first fanfic #constellations-in-you-soul

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attacked-by-visuals-since-071813 · 5 years

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Bully Problems and Dark Arts Part 1 (BTS Hogwarts AU)

193. “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.”

Warnings: Hard Angst (Eventually), Smut (Eventually), Dark, Violence, Dark Aftermath of the War

Word Count: 2,636

“Let’s see....bravery....so much more cunning.....and loyalty...but above all that is your intelligence and craving for knowledge... let it be Ravenclaw!”

10 years after the fall of the Dark Lord Voldemort, the Wizarding World has since begun the process to rebuild and become more inclusive to the parts of its community that had been neglected due to the last 20 years. Now there is more magic. The light won the war against the dark, but in doing so, gave way for greater magic. More natural and powerful and overall grey. But all things can turn dark and all light can dim. The war left more than the British Ministry in shambles, several branches of government around the world collapsed as Dark Lord Voldemort had recruited and killed leaders mercilessly. Nearly a million children born just before Dark Lord Voldemorts rebirth, during the war, and just before the final battle were displaced and orphaned.

The first thing I noticed about Hogwarts was the grandness of the castle. I could feel its magic miles away on the Hogwarts express. After the fall of the Dark Lord that was Voldemort, magic tried to balance again and failed due to the blinding light that won the war. So, she blessed the recent and future born witches and wizards with ancient magic that had either died out or been dying out. There have been 3 Dark Lords within the past 200 years and the lull of the dark turned the eyes of most of the Wizarding community from other forms of magic and practices. Ministries labeled Grey magic and practices as Dark out of fear. There has been a surplus of magical born from the muggle world and the wizarding community. A big BOOM you could say. Several years after the Battle at Hogwarts, Minister Shaklebolt along with Hermione Granger found evidence that muggle-born witches and wizards were all descendants of Purebloods and that Squids indeed carry an affinity for magic but cannot possess it, so their children are born with magic.

There were so many orphans from the war that the Ministry had trouble placing children and babies with the next closest of kin. I am an orphan of war. Born in 1998, my parents took me to hide in the muggle world but were killed when we were found. Like many others, they refused to join the Dark Lord and became one of the many parents and young couples made an example of. With so many children displaced, finding family was a long effort and the Ministry was in shambles at the time. They grouped us, orphans, together until any family came forward or they could perform an identification spell. With all of the unconfirmed casualties and missing witches and wizards, many orphans were left in our makeshift communities. Since it was hard to find my next of kin, I stayed in one of these communities. My name is Y/N and I am a Ravenclaw.

My first year started out fine. All of us first years were nervous. Dubbed the new generation to officially mark the 11th anniversary since the fall of one the most notorious Dark Lords, we were given much-unwanted attention. Much like the children of the Golden Trio. Rose and Tulip Granger-Krum, Hermione Granger and Viktor Krum’s twin daughters. Hugo Weasley, Ron Weasley and Romilda Vane’s son. Lily Luna Potter, Harry Potter and Luna Lovegood’s daughter. Our magic is more raw and different from those who fought the war. The wizarding community had to add classes and curriculum for arts and practices not taught to students in centuries. Thankfully, the studies were actually accurate given that these arts were well documented, just not practiced without a real affinity for it. Outside of the basic Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Arithmancy:

Healing Magic and Incantations

Natural Magic or Elemental Magic

Illusion Magic

Psychic Magic and Dream Magic

Necromancy

Runes and Blood Magic or Conjuring

Obscured Magic or Emotion Magic

Chemical Magic or Potions

Dark Arts or Alchemy and Matter

Rituals and Dance Rituals

Hymns

Everyone wanted to meet the descendants of the Golden Trio. The train ride was full of students trying to get inside the compartment the children shared. Thankfully, they had me and my dear friends Jungkook and Taehyung already inside when they burst into our compartment to wave goodbye to their parents. The three of us simply sitting and watching the joy and fear on their faces at leaving their parents for several months. When we cleared out of Platform 12 3/4, they finally saw that they had entered an already occupied compartment.

“Hello,” Jungkook, Taehyung, and I said.

We were greeted with nods and they introduced themselves to us, the twins first,

“Hello, we are Rose and Tulip Granger-Krum.”

“Hi...I’m Hugo Weasley....”

“Lovely meeting you all, I’m Lily, Lily Luna Potter,“ a nearly serene smile on her face.

“Nice to make your acquaintance. This is Jungkook, Taehyung, and I am Y/N.”

Confusion clouded the twins' eyes for a moment before they realized why I did not include any last names.

“Oh....”

Taehyung spoke up at their sudden mood drop,

“No need to be sad. We’re all friends. yes, we are among the majority of the orphans attending Hogwarts this year and making friends would be nice.”

Jungkook piped up then,

“Yeah, most of us on the train already know each other. We are mostly from the same community, so we usually don’t have to make many introductions to new people.”

The four descendants smiled at us and sat adjacent to us. After the compartment being bombarded three times after they were sighted by passing students, I locked the door and drew the blinds wandlessly. Not giving any thought that these four probably haven’t had many interactions with the more powerful of our generation until I saw the slightly shocked looks on their faces. Taehyung and Jungkook were already used to it.

“Sorry, I forgot that....”

Hugo shook his head,

“No, it’s fine, honestly. Our parents explained to us that-”

“That many of the students that would be attending and are attending Hogwarts were more powerful and gifted than any of the past 6 generations.”

Lily Luna Potter interrupted her friend and gave him a pointed gazed that made Hugo look down in embarrassment. She then continued,

“Hugo has a way with words. A way of accidentally insulting others.”

I smiled at her explanation,

“Some of the other kids in our community are like that. Except, they have a way of being socially inappropriate. One guy, he talks in innuendos accidentally because his affinity is for Hymns and Song Magic.”

The rest of the ride was peaceful and the sorting had the Granger-Krum twins and Potter join me at Ravenclaw. All us orphans were sorted first. It was awfully awkward when several students would step towards the stool when their first names were called. Thankfully, I was the only Y/N.

It was my second year at Hogwarts that things changed and I only had my friends, Lily, Rose, and Tulip. It was my friends from my community that changed. Most of us having not been claimed and growing up together, we were family. But then...after being sorted and passing through our first year with Exceeding Expectations and Outstandings....families started coming forward. Apparently now ready to claim their lost child, sibling, grandchild, cousin, niece, or nephew. Our big community was shattered into pieces. These pieces contained small groups now, of 3 or 4 students. But there were a few that remained larger. Several groups contained 5 or more. Despite being in different houses, they remained close. The groups were gendered and everyone was now within only 1 to 4 years within the age of each other. Funny enough, no one separated based on powers or blood status, we remained mixed in that notion. It was a nightmare however, pranks started and the pranks turned into prank wars. I don’t know how it could have happened. Everyone who was one so close refused to acknowledge each other in halls. Referring to each other by last names now that they officially knew what they were.

Not everyone was at each other's throats though. But they all still pranked nonetheless. Bangtan Boys are the prime example of that. Sometimes intermingling with EXO or GOT7, but a majority of the time, they kept to their own close group. Kim Seokjin- Ravenclaw.... is the oldest, kept their pranks from starting all-out wars with Healing Magic. Min Yoongi- Slytherin..... is the second oldest and the calmest looking, but he has a tendency towards darkness with Runes, Blood Magic, and Incantations. Jung Hoseok- Hufflepuff..... next being the brightest of the group, has an affinity for Natural Magic. Kim Namjoon- Ravenclaw..... is by far the most level headed, the balance of light and dark with Incantations and Conjuring. Park Jimin- Hufflepuff....flirts and likes to dance with the darkness but is light, with Dream Magic and Illusion Magic. Kim Taehyung- Slytherin.... is the lightest grey of magic I have ever seen, with Elemental Magic, Healing Magic, and Obscured Magic. Lastly, there is Jeon Jungkook- Gryffindor, he was my best friend and my big brother, he has Natural Magic, Incantations, and Potions. All were from my community but we might as well be strangers now.

It was also this year that many of the non-orphaned students began to display their affinities. Lily’s was Dance Rituals and Incantations. Tulip began displaying an affinity for Dance Rituals, Healings, and Chemical Magic. Rose showed signs of Matter Magic and Potions, but she had a clear affinity for Dance Rituals.

My third year at Hogwarts started with an awkward confrontation on the Hogwarts Express while Lily, Tulip, and Rose were visiting other compartments to find Hugo. I was on my own in the compartment when a group of four girls came into and huddled around me.

“Listen Y/N. You are one of the few from a community in our year that hasn’t chosen a group yet. We can’t accept this. We are offering you a chance to join us. I know we weren’t the closest in the community but we were always nice to each other then.”

“She’s right Y/N. We are stronger in numbers. Loners get picked on easily and you don’t want a target on your back.”

“We want to look out for you. Especially since the Bangtan Boys have nothing to do with any girls since they formed.”

“You were just a pet to them Y/N. But it’s girl versus guys now. You don’t want to be one of the few girls getting snagged and dropped like the rumors we’ve heard.”

I could only laugh as I looked at these weak girls. Two Healing Magic, a Dream Magic, and an Incantation. They may mince their words and play at being the hero they feel I need. But they know better.....They know much better...

“You think you can help me? That I need your help?”

The room was suddenly icy, but it did not bother me. They all turned from warm and falsely pleasant to growling annoyance.

“Y/N you need to choose us. Who else is going to take you?”

“Bangtan Boys? Oh please, they are boys. What use would you be to them except for another toy?”

“The way I hear it, Karen, all her other friends who left her were their toys too.”

“No-no Rebecca, they only wanted to get close to the guys for their powers. Those boys are among the strongest of us.”

“All of you shush. As if Y/N wouldn’t accept our offer. No one has made one to you before right? We are the firsts and the only ones interested in your barely existing ass. So, why don’t you show some respect and say thank you for letting you join us?”

The icy cold became very bitter and the girls were suddenly shivering. My emotions got the better of my mind. I let them seep out to give a warning through the temperature in the room. Would harming these selfish bullies be worth it? Would it be worth the questioning?

I arouse from my thoughts to the sensation of a stinging on my face. Karen was it, had taken advantage of my momentary lapse in thought and actually slapped me. Fucking Karen. Abruptly I stood and they jumped slightly but tried to maintain their illusion of dominance over me.

“And just what are you going to do?”

“You’re a weakling.”

“You excel in classes but you perform each spell and incantation so basically.“

“Is there anything special about you at all?”

“I doubt it, Cameron. Look at her. Thick, round face and eyes. Doey-eyed. Innocent little orphan baby with no relatives to claim her.”

“More like, no one would want to come forward to claim her. The only people who would ever want her are already de-”

Physically, my magic threw Cameron into the window of the train. A small crack and indention in the glass from where her body hit it. Instantly, Karen went to her side and pulled her up. Through this distraction, I began to make my way to my compartment door when Shelly screamed at me,

“If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.”

A switch flipped and looking directly out of my compartment window I could see his worried eyes. Those eyes that refused to look my way since last year and all I could do is smile in that way that always scared him when we were growing up in the community. Sending a wink his way, I flicked two fingers and the shades to the compartment were drawn. Turning, I faced the girls with this smile and all illusions of grandeur were gone from their faces and eyes. My magic: Obscured, Natural/Elemental, Conjuring, Chemical, and Dream. I am a dark gray that borders dark and sometimes, the dark likes to snuff out the little grey there is in me. As Rebecca, Shelly, Cameron, and fucking Karen were about to learn. Yes, it is worth it.

At the sorting feast of my third year, I felt seven pairs of eyes on me. He told Bangtan. Of course, he did and now they’ll be watching me again. But it’s not like they care. It’s because of their fear. Kim Seokjin was sitting only several seats away from me. Observing. Min Yoongi was watching me from his seat at the Slytherin table, waiting to strike if needed it seemed. The others were merely glancing at me throughout the meal.

It was the following morning that I became the talk of the Great Hall. Three black Ravens, carrying several house sigils, approached the Ravenclaw table and landed in front of me. Lily looked at me with sorrow and Rose and Tulip with curiosity. The three sigils in front of me were from The Most Ancient and Noble House of Ravenclaw, The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, and The Most Ancient House of Lestrange.

#bts imagines #bts hogwarts au #bts imagine #bts angst #bts jungkook #bts taehyung #bts jimin #bts jhope #bts suga #bts rm #bts jin

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bigmoodword · 5 years

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11/11/11 Tag Game

tagged by: @confunderewrites ! ahhh! these are great questions! thank you, thank you, thank you.

Rules: Answer 11 questions, ask 11 questions, and tag 11 people to answer them

1. How many abandoned WIPs do you have, if any? Which one would you most likely pick up again if you had to?

several, including a goosebumps-inspired horror story and a very julie of the wolves tale told from the wolf pack’s perspective. that said, most of these come from my pre-college days, so i’m not terribly inclined to resurrect them.

butbutbut! the one wip i’m trying to salvage has been mentioned previously as the crazy complex story i’ve cut in half, leading to [ stray ] and hopefully an urban fantasy wip down the line. once upon a time, this wip was on fictionpress, but ah, i deleted it wholesale when i decided it was dumb. i really, really regret that (don’t ever do it, friends!), and the only reason it’s still on my radar today is because i recycled a few ideas/characters for a roleplay.

2. Do you have an OC that floats in and out of different stories? i.e. your guinea pig for alternate universes. Do they have their own story?

my immortal. haha this party-hardy character has a tendency to pop up as a supporting character in different wips. it’s very... “always the bridesmaid but never the bride,” you know? they could have their own story. maybe. we’ll see.

3. If your WIP was being made into a movie, would you want to be hands-on or hands-off? As in, what level of creative power would you want?

for stray, i’d have a couple firm ground rules, but so long as the core message is in tact? nah. i’d actually look forward to the differences, because seeing someone else’s creative take on the same idea sounds delightful.

4. What’s a trope that everyone loves but you can’t stand?

this is tough. i don’t think there’s a trope i can’t stand whatsoever. well-done tropes are well-done tropes, and even if i might not fawn over one quite as much as others, i can respect why it’s popular.

so changing the question a bit: what’s a well-loved iteration of a trope i can’t stand? the tuxedo and martini agents in the first kingsman movie. tonally, that movie is a mess, and i didn’t like how the first half built up the kingsmen as emblematic of an ideal/positive masculinity only to become... well, the exact same james bond power fantasy i’ve seen a thousand times before. no lie. it was kind of a bummer. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

5. For your characters, do you have specific face-claims in mind or do you leave it up to reader interpretation? (within reason of course)

i have some vague face claims in mind, but those face claims are still only approximations. ideally, i’d be a good enough artist to draw the characters myself, but alas! my own sketches are just approximations as well.

i’m actually happy to trust a lot of a character’s appearance to reader interpretation. so long as the broad strokes are there, i love the unique details people come up with on their own.

6. What is your oldest WIP?

ahahaha. so again, the og wip i’m currently trying to partition out is the oldest wip still standing in some form, but! to actually shed a little more light on it... it was an urban fantasy story that featured eight major characters and rotating perspectives. so you know. kinda crazy in scope.

in short, a demon, an immortal, a werewolf, an average human, a fairy princess, two seraphim, and death himself all want to stop the apocalypse, but they can’t see the forest for the trees. they’re all so consumed by their own issues and so convinced of their own righteousness or another’s evil that actually working together is nigh impossible.

i think of it like a stageplay with a single set. like. the point isn’t the apocalypse itself. it’s how all these wildly different personalities clash and create a puzzle of unreliable narrators. in theory, the goal is to try and uncover the real “truth” everyone’s talking around, but by the end, we’ve turned the very concept of an objective truth on its head.

suuuuuper lofty. /coughcough;

7. Is there anything your characters have done while you were writing that just came out of nowhere?

love. my characters falling in love (and i mean real love, not just a crush) almost always comes out of nowhere. i never plan on it, and one day i’ll write an exchange, note a little bit of chemistry, then step back and just. oh. yeah, i guess they’re a thing now.

8. Is there a writing decision you were surprised you made? (ex: killing off a character, taking the story down a different path, etc.)

i usually have things super plotted out, but sometimes certain themes kind of creep in. for example, i have a tendency to flirt with christian motifs, then one day all those threads finally came together and i realized i’d written something honestly kind of blasphemous? :X

i liked the low-key commentary on trends in u.s. christianity, but not being religious myself, it also felt kind of mean. it was also pretty preachy, so. ;P

9. Do you bounce ideas off people when writing? Or do you tend to wait until the first draft is completed?

so in a lot of ways i’m addicted to the relief of someone else saying “yeah, this is a good idea.” i want it. it inspires me to keep running with whatever i’m doing. but on the other hand, if i get a vote of confidence, i’m terrified of losing it. i want to keep checking in. i want to keep asking about new ideas. it’s no bueno, so while i like bouncing ideas off other people, it’s generally better for me to keep most things under wraps. at least until i’ve finished a first draft.

10. What is your favourite place to write?

at home. curled up on the couch with a blanket. surrounded by the soft peeps of my birds and the millennial elevator music known as chillmix.

11. Two of your protags from two different WIPs just switched places. How do they react?

in stray, an unnamed character well-equipped to handle the criminal underground breaks out the guns (both arms and firearms), then turns to lily and tells her point-blank that he admires everything she’s trying to do. lily.exe is broken.

meanwhile, in unnamed character’s world, carter’s unconscious, foaming at the mouth, and probably bleeding. he was just told all those things that go bump in the night are real, and realizing he’s a fragile human, he fainted. on the way down, he hit his head on a nice man’s expensive coffee table. that nice man is attempting cpr.

Tagging: [ @illthdar ][ @multifacetedscorpio ][ @quartzses ][ @shaping-infinity ][ @honiewrites ][ @penzag ][ @scribble-dee-vee ][ @theswordofpens ][ @thelittlestspider ][ @bookenders ][ @waterfallwritings ]

Your questions are:

1. using one sentence summaries, can you tell me about your wips?

2. what inspired them?

3. which of your ocs do you most identify with?

4. if you’ve ever cried while reading, which book cued the waterworks?

5. how do you conduct research for your wips and what’s the most interesting thing you’ve discovered in said research?

6. thus far, which scene has been the most difficult to write?

7. which of your ocs do you like the least?

8. which pov and tense do you prefer to write in?

9. do you write poetry?

10. who is your writing role model?

11. if you could give your younger writer self some advice, what would it be?

#writeblr #tag game #11/11/11 tag

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ruensroad · 6 years

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A little Promnis AU

He’s torn between a black or natural frame for his newest piece when Dino pokes his head into the back room with a very odd look on his face. And even though this is only the man’s part time job, they’ve seen their fair share of crazy and eccentric customers, so the look he shoots Prompto makes him both curious and a little worried about what sort of new weird has just entered the gallery.

“Customer for you, about your collection. Won’t give me more than that,” Dino huffs, a bit indignant now. He’s good looking and with the class of any first rate butler, so he’s a natural favorite even amongst the most high ranking customers that come through. He’s used to being appreciated, so this is most certainly a blow to his ego and rather explains why he follows this all with a very sour sounding, “Says he will only speak to the artist.”

Prompto bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing at Dino’s very put out expression. Obviously this customer is weird, but a cute or very rich weird, which is the only real explanation for that pout he’s getting. Dino dislikes the weirdos, unless they are beautiful or are free enough with their money to compensate any and all eccentric tendencies.

“I’ll be right out,” Prompto promises, smoothing down his black vest and re-buttoning his cuffs, which he’d rolled up to get his sleeves out of the way. He prays he doesn’t look too rumpled, and is just about to ask Dino if he looks presentable when that look flickers over his face again. “What?”

“...let’s just say you don’t have to worry about what you look like,” Dino says, ominously, and with an air of disbelief. “I mean, you look fine, Prom, but don’t go out of your way. And everyone expects artists to be a little rumpled. It’s part of the charm?”

Prompto raises an eyebrow at that, but Dino’s gone before he can demand a more satisfying answer. Sighing, he nonetheless rechecks himself in a mirror leaning against the wall before taking a deep breath and putting on his best smile.

The gallery is slow today, at least for now, so it’s no trouble finding the customer in question. At present, he’s the only one in Prompto’s section of the gallery, facing one of Prompto’s cityscape photos of Lucis at sundown, the glittering city caught in the deep rich oranges and reds of the setting sun. Beside him sits a very fluffy, very petite white dog, which Prompto chances a grimace at. The man has his back turned, so he can’t see it anyway.

The dog notices him first and wags its tail. Prompto immediately wants to squish its cheeks and coo, but restrains himself, Dino’s words about his appearance still fresh in his mind. If the dog is the type to jump up, his suit will be ruined in moments, covered in very noticeable hairs. This must’ve been what Dino was warning him about.

Dogs are also not allowed in the gallery, which means this man must be rich enough to pay off the owner. Prompto wipes his suddenly sweaty palms on his pants and prays the dog doesn’t attack or jump on him and ruin his first impression, given he can’t exactly run back and change into a white suit, not when half the customers have seen him. Nothing for it but to keep walking.

But then the man turns his head and everything just sort of stops.

“Yes?” asks the man after a moment and Prompto realizes he’s been staring. Stifling a terrified laugh, Prompto offers his hand, then feels like an idiot, and makes a choked noise that the man tilts his head at.

“I, uh, was told you wanted to speak to me?” Prompto squeaks. He clears his throat immediately, blushing hard and mentally kicking himself. So much for that good first impression. “I’m Prompto Argentum,” he adds in a far more natural register and clasps his hands behind his back to keep from downright flailing.

“Ah, Mr. Argentum, a pleasure,” the man sticks his hand out and Prompto takes it, trying not to fall over himself at the surprisingly endearing sight of a very put together man missing him by a good foot. “I was told under no uncertain terms to engage your services directly.”

“Oh?” Prompto blinks in surprise, letting his feelings show on his face. It hardly matters, if he’s right, because the man can’t see him anyway. And doesn’t that just take the cake. A blind man in a photo gallery. He doesn’t know if that just sad or adorably concerning. “May I ask who gave the order?” he adds with a bit of a tease, because the man is so obviously out of his depth here.

“Let’s just say an enthusiast,” the man sighs and removes his glasses to rub at his eyes. One is horribly scarred, confirming Prompto’s suspicions, and the other is a tragically beautiful shade of blue, though a tad cloudy. Prompto is struck, quite suddenly, how handsome the man is regardless of the scars and obvious signs of past trauma. He’s got great cheekbones, to start, and well dressed hair. His suit is in impeccable order and he’s in obvious great shape. Not exactly Prompto’s type, but he wouldn’t be a fraction of the photographer he is if he didn’t know how to appreciate any and all forms of beauty and the man is most certainly beautiful.

“A rich enthusiast, given they allowed you to bring a dog in here,” Prompto chuckles and smiles at the little dog, who wags its tail back even more happily than before. “I’d figure your dog is a seeing eye dog, but it’s not wearing a vest, which means a pet and the owner here doesn’t let just anyone break the rules.”

The man blinks, as if just realizing how it looks. “Ah, yes, she is a pet,” he affirms. “Not mine either. She needed the walk and I found myself with the time and opportunity to give it.”

“She’s adorable,” Prompto kneels down and offers her a hand to sniff. She’s obviously not the jumping up kind, given his suit isn’t covered in white hairs already, and gives into the urge to squish her cheeks when she excitedly steps into his hands. He doesn’t realize he’s actually cooing until the man gives a soft cough that may just be a sort of laugh and Prompto realizes where he is.

He stands quickly, back to blushing, and finds his world teetering again when the man gives him an indulgent smile. It’s small, but super lovely, and Prompto may just be in some trouble.

“Sorry,” he says, trying for a more professional air. “I’m a bit weak around adorable dogs.”

“Understandable. Pryna is rather adorable,” the man says with a straight face, as though stating a mere fact of life. It shouldn’t be nearly as charming as it is.

Not the only adorable one here, Prompto thinks merrily and gently touches the man’s arm to lead him further into the collection. “Did this enthusiast happen to tell you which piece they wanted? Or just a vague idea of what to look for?”

The man actually looks a bit abashed, which has Prompto immediately grinning. “I fear the latter. He saw your work in some magazine or another and thought one of your landscapes would do well as a wedding gift to his bride.”

“No pressure or anything,” Prompto says, not sure if he means for him personally, or for the poor blind man tasked to get a picture worthy of such an occasion without being able to see it. “Did you have something in mind for him, then? A cityscape, or something more natural?”

“A few options,” the man tells him with a nod. “She is rather particular to flowers, so if you have a gardenscape, I would be interested in it.”

“I have a couple,” Prompto tells him, thinking over the pictures in question. “Is she from Lucius?”

“Tenebrae,” is the answer and Prompto beams.

“I have one from Tenebrae,” he offers, leading the man towards the photo. It’s one of his favorites, a pink-lit morning in a lily garden, with a cityscape behind. He describes it as best he can to the man without being prompted, figuring that would be the best way to go about this.

It’s suprisingly fun to do so, he finds, and excitedly tells the man about certain details too easily overlooked by people merely looking at it for the beauty. Every picture is a story, he tells the man, and this one is about renewal. A new start. A new day. The flowers are just opening, the butterflies unfolding their dew-wet wings. Tomorrow is gone, but not forgotten. The present is a gift.

“That’s why it’s called a present, after all,” he ends with, feeling proud of his work. The man had been quiet through all of his detailing, but huffs a soft laugh at that, gaze gentle on the picture as though he can see it. Perhaps he can, in his own way. The idea makes Prompto flush.

“Indeed,” says the man and gives a nod after a moment. “I generally do not go for first choice, but something feels very right about this one. I believe it will do very well.”

Prompto beams ear to ear. “Yeah?”

“Yes,” the man chuckles and offers his hand again. “Thank you, Mr. Argentum. I will take this one.”

He’s off by a foot again and Prompto can’t hold back a giggle as he warmly clasps the man’s hand back. “I’m glad to hear it, Mr…?”

That gets him a blink, then the man looks abashed all over again. And… is that a blush?

“Forgive me, please call me Ignis,” he says quickly, obviously embarrassed by his slip up.

“Only if you call me Prompto,” is his reply, lighthearted and just on that side of flirting to see if that blush gets any shade darker.

It does. “Prompto,” Ignis repeats, shaking his hand again. “Thank you for your time.”

“A true and honest pleasure,” Prompto tells him, and it’s the truth. “And happy to help. If your enthusiast wants another picture from me, you know where to find me.” He hopes his wink is audible in his words.

Ignis gives the kind of laugh Prompto has heard himself make when he can’t believe someone may just be flirting with him but is delighted, if not surprised, regardless. It’s a good thing their hands are still clasped, because Prompto feels like he’s about to float away.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Ignis says and it sounds like a promise. Prompto grins and leads him to the owner to settle the payment, then gives Pryna’s cheeks one more squish before they leave. Prompto doesn’t feel the absence more than he feels the space Ignis had taken up, and the imprints he’d left behind in Prompto’s mind, maybe even his heart. No one has the right to be so adorable and charming and waltz into Prompto’s life. He’s terrible at getting over such things.

But two days later, as he’s debating a white frame or a black one, Dino sticks his head in with that same look to inform him that blind gentleman is asking for you again and he realizes that maybe he doesn’t have to get over this one. Not this time.

#ruenwrites #promnis

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