WHERE IS YOUR GOD

"From the moment we are born, we begin to die." – Jane Teller, Nothing Kim Mingyu Laurent Kim 16 hufflepuff I am the King and you are a pawn; know your place. rp account for: lumos & nox

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All I Want For Christmas (is you)

@ravnina​

Laurent thanked the high heavens when Mother sent an owl, telling him to stay at Hogwarts for vacation instead of coming home; Father wanted to country hope in eastern Europe than throw another charity ball for Christmas at one of their vacation spots.

It was for the best, honestly; Laurent didn’t have to force himself into some monkey suit and he didn’t need to hear about whose dad was fucking who’s daughter and which family went bankrupt again. Instead, Laurent took pleasure in oversleeping, eating plate after plate of food, and doing as he pleased. Which is why he happily made his way to the Great Hall, already wondering if he could beat his record of drinking six glasses of pumpkin juice. That is, until he ran into a familiar face at his favorite spot.

Laurent stood at the end of the table, eyes unblinking, as he watched Nina take a delicate sip from her cup. His hands balled into fists and wondered if there was anywhere else he could sit but there was only food left on the table she was seated at.

Taking a deep breath, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and made his way over to Nina, head bowed and voice low.

“Hey,” he quietly started as he stood in front of her. “is this seat taken..?”

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somipuff:

she sneered, annoyed at the fact he had asked her to the ball yet she was waiting for him. the common room was nearly empty before he came out. she hadn’t completely noticed he was in front of her, she was too busy fiddling with her wand.

at the sound of him clearing his voice her shoulders jumped, slightly startled. “you fucking scared me.” she kicked herself off from the wall, not fully noticing how he had looked until she made eye contact. she refused to admit it – even to herself, but he looked really good. she blinked a few times before her brows furrowed at his backhanded compliment. “of course i do. i didn’t buy an expensive dress to look ugly. word of advice, laurent – relax on the compliments. you were almost nice to me. how uncharacteristic of you.” she placed her arm in his, making their way out of the common room.

“i was tempted to wear something completely ridiculous, but i was nice enough not to embarrass you for once. aren’t you so proud of me?” her tone dripping with sarcasm. 

Laurent chuckled into his free hand as they made their way out the dorm, feeling somewhat lighthearted for once. It’s been a while since he’s been able to relax and he was definitely going to make sure he was going to have a good time at the ball.

“Mimi, you embarrass me on a daily basis, what difference would another night make?” he playfully smirked at her as they made their way through the moving staircase.

“I’ll have you know that you should be proud of yourself for being able to snag such a date when so many offers had come my way. Consider this your luckiest night,” Laurent winked.

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War of Hormone

@slythtaehyung

Today was not his day. Today was not his day and Laurent stomped down the stone halls as he tried to even his breathing. So what if he failed another History of Magic test? So what if he received another letter from home, restating the fact that he was still the embarrassment of the family? So what if he accidentally caught Nina cozying up to that chub? So what? So what?

Laurent squeezed his eyes shut until white-gray spots appeared, as he blindly made his way to Merlin knew where. His hands clenched into fists, the tightness in his chest twisting and constricting his lungs. He was just so angry, so fucking livid, if only he could—

Laurent’s right shoulder collided with something, someone, and his eyes shot open, stopping in his tracks. The myriad of colors caused him to become momentarily blinded as he blinked away the harsh tones and he turned to demand an apology when he saw who he bumped into and just great.

Laurent barely stopped himself from lunging at the sixth year student, choosing to sneer at his bright red hair. He told himself not to look at the other’s robes.

“As if my day wasn’t bad enough, you had to rear your head in,” Laurent scoffed, carding his fingers through his hair. Today was just turning out beautifully.

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somipuff:

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she kept fidgeting in her dress, noticeably uncomfortable. whenever someone would look in her direction she’d glare or tell them to look away. she cursed under her breath waiting for laurent. of course he’d be the one to be late. “holy fuck.” she proceeded to knock on the door of the fifth years boy dormitory. “hey, fake – hurry up!” she yelled. the door opened, thinking it was him she backed away, but it was someone else. she sneered, leaning her back against the wall, arms folded over her chest.

“Hey, Fake – hurry up!”

Heads turned to an unbothered Laurent as he continued to fiddle with his hair, making sure he had enough volume for the perfect sweep.

“She can’t rush perfection,” Laurent lazily drawled. He looked over himself in the mirror again and ran his eyes from the tips of his shoes to the highest strand of hair. Perfect. He made sure the crisp white button up was unbuttoned just enough for this collarbones to be visible and his custom hand stitched jacket was crease free. Letting the corner of his lips pull into a confident smirk, he pocketed his wand before making his way out of the dorm.

He knew the dress code for the ball was meant to be evening attire but. Somi’s petite frame was hugged in black and Laurent had to take a step back to remember this was Somi, Mimi, of all people. Clearing his throat, he stepped up to his date and offered an arm out to her.

“So you do clean up well, Mimi,” Laurent joked.

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drive (me away)

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ravnina:

it was funny, hysterical really, how her tea leaves never foretold this happening.

she smells vaguely of jasmine, a heavy puff of smoke bursting through the opening door of the divination classroom momentarily engulfing students as they make way to their next activities. while some scurry, rushing in attempts to beat a time limit, nina takes her time in rolling up unused parchments and tidying up her work station before leaving— this was her last class of the day, leaving the rest of her evening free.

normally she would be happy but oh, how she wished her days were longer, that she still had somewhere to be. he was hard to miss, and his very presence sent memories flashing in her mind. he looked so at ease, it was almost scary.

he shouldn’t be here, she thinks, hands gripping each other a little harder as her head lowers. she hopes he hasn’t noticed her, that she can make it back to her common room swiftly, but she hears his footsteps and now she’s lost a race she could never win. a sigh leaves her, and she stills, waiting for him.

“laurent.” mon loup.

It’s funny how so much time has passed since they went separate ways and yet nothing has changed at all. Her hair still shined in the sunlight, her eyes still held a soft sparkle, and she was still as he remembered. She smelled familiar, like home, and yet.

He stilled for a few (seconds? hours? years? lifetimes?) moments, taking in Nina’s face, before he caught himself. Clearing his throat, the Hufflepuff leaned back against the stone wall, crossing his arms. The ideal image of poorly concealed nonchalance.

“Nina,” Laurent acknowledged, silently grateful his voice was somewhat steady. “What a pleasant surprise. Were you on your way somewhere? Actually, that’s not important. What’s more important is the Yule Ball.”

He didn’t wait for an answer, didn’t wait to be dismissed by her, and fell into a comfortable space. The grade A egotistical narcissist; a role Laurent has perfected over the years.

“Which lap dog are you pulling by the leash this time, hm? Should I bring a chew toy for the poor chum?” Laurent asked, the corner of his lips pulling a cruel smirk.

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‘MIMI’ & YVES ‘FAKE’ LAURENT | YULE BALL ATTIRE.

@hufflaurent  – an unlikely friendship, a more likely date. 

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"what are you trying to gain?"— E.

Laurent clenches his fist. He knows who this is from, knows the implications behind the words but he decides to play dumb anyway. He always plays dumb.

“Well, that’s a very vague question, don’t you think?” he replies with a raised brow. “Power, wealth, influence…what else do you think a person like me is trying to gain?”

Love.

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hi larry, how's the hufflepuff life? xx ur fave slytherin girl 😚

Laurent’s eyebrow twitches at the nickname. Larry? Really?

Heaving a sigh, he rakes his fingers through his hair and shrugs.

“Still hate it. Everything is so…bright here. It’s too warm and stuffy. Ugh. Get me out of here. Please.”

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drive (me away)

@ravnina

What was he doing here? What was he doing here?

Laurent had no business walking these halls at this time. His classes were done for the day; he could’ve been anywhere. The Great Hall, his room, hell...even the library was a better place to be than here. Especially in front of this classroom. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to continue walking down the hall and out of sight.

Laurent growled to himself and mussed his hair as he continued to pace up and down the hall. It was the past, things were done, feelings were buried, all he had to do right now was walk away. Walk away and never look back. And yet.

He startled, pressing himself against the wall, and pretended to look as bored as he could when he heard the wooden door open. Pretending to be as relaxed as he knew he wasn’t. Students trickled out, some alone and some in groups. He tried not to look, tried not to search for that person, for her. But the second his eyes landed on the familiar orbs of sparkling brown, he surged forward, the past be damned.

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– stop it.

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somipuff:

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if you knew somi, you’d know she spent majority of her time trying to find her pet snake lucas. it was a long-winded game of hide and seek, but she didn’t mind. she knew lucas well enough that he’d be fine. from afar she noticed an owl flying toward her, it was poofer. “hi poofer!” she greeted. much more friendlier than she would have to its owner – laurent. a piece of parchment being pushed for her to open by her feathered friend. she narrowed her eyes. opening it. 

yule ball y/y?

she stomped her foot against the ground, running toward the great hall – it was dinner time, he had to be there. she stormed toward the hufflepuff table, hands slamming against the surface. “LAURENT.” she yelled. “IS THIS SOME KIND OF FUCKING JOKE?” she shoved the piece of parchment in front of his face.

Laurent was never the type of person to sweat over anything (except for the first time he lost Poofer, but that’s a secret). Almost anything he did, he approached with a lax attitude. This was no different.

He sat in the Great Hall, already on his second glass of pumpkin juice when a blur appeared in front him. Somi’s hands slammed on the tabletop, causing a few students to jump. Laurent barely spared them a glance, eyes settling on Somi’s outraged face, and felt the corner of his lips pull into a lazy smirk.

He put the cup down and placed his elbows on the wooden surface (Mother would’ve been scandalized) and rested his chin on his palms, head slightly tilted upwards.

“Does it look like I’m laughing, Mimi?” he asked, stressing the nickname. A few curious onlookers turn their attention to the pair and Laurent already knows that they’re going to attract an audience sooner or later.

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fall from grace (solo)

“...remember you must do your part to make the Kim family proud, Laurent. Do not disappoint us. Your sort into that House is embarrassment enough.

Father”

Laurent crumples the parchment into a ball and hurls it across the room, startling a few fellow Hufflepuff students. He glares at all of them, as if daring them to say something. They hurriedly leave and Laurent finally feels the crushing weight on his shoulders increase tenfold.

Collapsing onto his bed, Laurent presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, willing the overwhelming need to cry away. The Kims aren’t weak; things like crying was not allowed. Yet, a choked noise slips past his lips and he curls into himself, gasping and sobbing into the silent room. He cries for being sorted into the wrong House. He cries for not living up to his Family’s expectations yet again. He cries.

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hiya, friendos!

ah- hello! laurent’s mun here. i just wanted to thank everyone for being so welcoming and that i’m available whether if it’s plotting, hanging out, ranting, anything!

for those interested in plotting, please check out his relationship and history pages! i’m sure we can come up with something. :)

you’re more than welcome to message me about anything but i’m more active on twitter so please don’t be shy to drop by there too! (for old friends, hi, yes, this is april LOL) i hope i can plot with and befriend a lot of you so please don’t be afraid to say hi!