#c:fabian

[touchofsomething]

Naveen was finishing up his sparring when the guard walked in to inform him their guest had arrived. Taking a bath he dressed in his royal garb and made his way to the meeting room where he could see the ex-prince sitting.

“I take it you have been treated well in your journey here?”

@undcrcstimated​

[mudblood-benjy]

@itsfabianprewett​ send  [ adventure ] para que tu personaje lleve al mío a un lugar nuevo.

—En verdad no tenías que acompañarme a comprar las flores para Rose— expresó el chico con una ligera sonrisa mientras observaba a su compañero de la orden y se adentraban en aquella feria de las flores, el hecho de que el cumpleaños su novia fuera justamente en San Valentin hacía que Fenwick pensara en comprar más de un regalo para su novia y realmente agradecía que sus amigos lo acompañaran en esa misión.

[gideonprewxtt]

Troubled Times ll Fab & Gid

Gideon wasn’t sure how he felt about Fabian at the moment. He knew that his relationship with his twin wasn’t in the best place. The memory of the accusations that Edgar tossed at him the other day had left him thrown though. He hadn’t thought that Fabian felt so negatively about him. It troubled him and more than that it angered him. His twin could tell Edgar all these things about him but he couldn’t speak to him himself? He hadn’t reached out to him nearly enough in the past month. He could admit that but things had been busy. Time had gotten away from him. 

He had decided to sit and write him a letter. An invitation really to come and speak with him. These weren’t things to talk about in letters. If their relationship was truly getting so much worse than it had been before then Gideon wanted to see that in his twin’s face when they spoke about it. He had been baking all day. Stress baking. The upstairs windows were left open to let some of the stifling heat out and he was still staring at the blank piece of paper addressed to his twin. 

A meow gathered his attention as he looked up from his desk. Pippin had been laying in the window and now he was moving out the onto the slanted roof. For what Gideon didn’t know but panic set in and he scribbled a note, “Pippin out on the roof come quick.” Sending it off with a flick of his wand to his twin and he ran to the balcony door and pulled it open moving out to stand on the small balcony frantically calling Pippin over to him. 

The rational thing for him to do would have been to use his wand to bring the kitten back inside. The thought finally sinking in he reached for his wand only to remember he had dropped it in his haste to open the balcony door. Turning to open the door a whole new panic set in realizing the door had locked. He was effectively trapped on the small balcony watching his kitten fearlessly stalk a bird along the roof. His only hope of help his estranged twin. 

@a-glasshalfempty

[prosytrinket]

url inspired edit for @mistletoeandreil (previously prewettx)

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

[lorcantonedeath]

{Lorcan had gotten burned during band practice, it should have been nothing but of course when it came to him, fire did more damage than anything else. his manager had panicked immediately and apparated him to mungo’s despite his many complaints that he could take care of it. To be fair, it did look pretty bad but Lorcan had always been reluctant to go to Mungo’s. He just figured Healers were more likely to catch on about him being a half vampire if he let them look too much into him. His manager had left him there though and scowling Lorcan had tried to leave until the nurse had mentioned the name of his Healer. He had paused, reconsidering for a moment. He really should let someone who actually knew what he was doing deal with this since the smell of burned flesh was making him slightly nauseous. After a moment he followed her inside the room, speaking before Fabian could ask him what had happened} I got burned. 

@frxckledprewett

[the-littlest-prewett]

Había evitado a sus primos tanto como podía, fingiendo estar dormida en el hospital e incluso mudándose temporalmente a casa de Molly, con tal de no verlos ya que, si las escenas de como los había lastimado, de como los había agredido, de como sus manos se habían manchado con su sangre, y sobre todo como al final Fabian había tenido que derribarla para evitar que hiciera un daño mayor. Lo que la menor de los Prewett no esperaba es que Fabian apareciera una tarde sin aviso en la casa cuando ella simplemente estaba hecha bolita en el sillón cubierta por mantas, con unas ojeras más que notables por la falta de sueño. —F-fabian— expresó en un susurro con su voz rota por las lagrimas que había estado conteniendo.

@itsfabianprewett​

[hestivjones]

Ready, set...

Ministry of Magic

For @a-glasshalfempty

This was the second time Hestia had been caught unaware, and it was equally terrifying. Maybe even more so this time around. Whenever she was with the Order, she was always on alert in a sense. Not expecting the windows to get kicked in, by any means, but aware on a wholly different level than usual. The Ministry was supposed to be the safe part of her life but now her two spheres had crashed violently into each other. And even worse, this time she was alone when it happened.

There was nobody to lean on as she bounced through hallways, wand at the ready, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. The first silver mask she saw had almost stopped her heart. This wasn’t happening. Maybe had she been any braver, Hestia would have stood her ground and fought. The part of her brain that was constantly weaving excuses figured that nobody could connect her to the Order; she was simply defending the Ministry. But this was way past being an Order member, and Hestia was alone. So she had stunned and bolted.

Once familiar hallways now seemed foreign in the chaos as she slunk through them, desperately trying to orient herself as to what was happening. Her adrenaline was so high, she almost flung a spell at Fabian the second he came into her line of sight. Hestia let out a shaky breath.

“Fabian!” she called, rushing over. Relief spread through her; whatever was going on, at least she wasn’t on her own anymore. Her hand clenched around her wand. “What is happening? Death Eaters are here – is the Order?”

[the-littlest-prewett]

@itsfabianprewett​ said  “Boo.”

La expresión de su primo no tardó en hacer que derramara su bebida y diera un salto aterrada y se voltea para encarar a su primo haciendo un mohín —FABIAN— expresa con su mejor cara de puchero, intentando por una noche no pelearse con el contrario, por todo eso de celebrar el amor y la amistad