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[theslytherin-elite]

He knew it. He knew something had been oh so fucking WRONG. But damnit, he wished he had been wrong, that Marlie hadn't put herself in danger like that.

A part of him, a twisted sick part was in glee; that she never lost herself. That she, like the goddess he viewed her, hadn't betrayed her own heart. She wasn't supposed to attend fancy diner parties, she wasn't supposed to marry for any other reason that biting passion. Because Marlene never did anything with lack of passion. Never.

It had pained him when she had supposedly changed side. All that bloody BULLSHIT about finally growing up and realizing the truth. The stab in his heart when he laid eyes on her on that party, despite craving her so badly that he couldn't help but kiss her at that party. Perhaps a little part of him even blamed her for his own cowardly behaviour. She had always tried to drag him over. All their heated arguments when mere children at school. And he had wanted to allow her to drag him over, but it had been terrifying. He had been so beaten down by his own family that he didn't have the guts to take that final step over to the other side.

Then; when Marlene had supposedly changed her tune, it had all crashed down. The edge he had been on had vanished and a thick, thick wall appared in it's sight and Rabastan had lost all will to change. Marlene wasn't there to pull him over to the other side. So instead of climbing that wall, he had turned his back to the idea of turning side and let the darkness swallow him whole. With liquor and heartache, he accepted the Dark Mark. It was selfish to blame her, he knew that much. She had tried so hard.

He had never seen her like this. Shaking, scared. Words, sharp as a knife cutting through skin, left her scarlett lips and Rabastan clenched his jaw but let her speak despite his blood boiling. He was listening to her hateful words and he grew angry; both because the words were so fucking TRUE, yet so god damn wrong.

As she drew her wand, Rabastan did too. It wasn't the first time they had stood face to face with their wands drawn but this time was the first time Rabastan truly wondered how this would end, and would things ever be the same again?

"I protected YOU! I might of been a coward, I might of been fucking weak but I've protected you as much as possible ALL these years, Marlie. Yes, I might of let him humiliate you but it was damn better than him killing you. Do you even know how many times he tortured me just because he SUSPECTED that I might just love you? Or how he'd taunt me by telling me down to details of how he'd tear you flesh and kill you slowly, just waiting to see if I reacted. So yeah, I might not know how it is to be playing that fucking dangerous game of yours but don't even dare to think I didn't love you enough. I love you so much that alone has put you in danger of that man." He was trembling as he hissed his last words. The grip on his wand was so hard and he didn't know what to do anymore.

"Why didn't you tell me?" All of sudden his voice was weak, small, like a child's voice.

“ you’re not doing this alone. ” rab to marlie 👌

fear street part one meme ( accepting ) + @theslytherin-elite // rabastan

He catches her when he’s not meant to be there - Marlene, passing off documents to Alice, old friends she’s SWORN to him that she no longer sees. Marlene, playing it off as if she really was here to claim to this new life, new world, that they’re setting up. Him with his Dark Mark and her with her arranged marriage waiting for her, but he’s always suspected something was off, hasn’t he? Ever since the start, and now she’s shaking as he closes the door, looking at her, drawn solemn and still.

                “ you’re not doing this alone. ”

"That’s easy for you to say.” there’s something wickedly sharp in her tone, head turning with a frown so precise she could cut lines in that pale flesh of hers, a wonder that the edge of her lipstick, cast so red, so blaringly so, didn’t drip blood from it. “You’re the one that STILL HAS A PLACE TO GO. You’ve never once stood up for me, in all the years we’ve been doing this. This... this bloody back and forth dance of ours. In all these years, you’ve let your absolute cad of a brother humiliate me, and drag my name, and you, with the same mouth that always begs, Rodolphus, Rodolphus, come and kiss me after and pretend that we’re on the same side, and I hate it. And sometimes I hate you because of it. Because you don’t get it. You don’t understand. And I am going to die if someone finds out this secret, and death, I’ve heard, is very fucking lonely, so don’t you stand there and tell me that I am not alone, because I am, and I will continue to be so because even though I love you, you’ve never loved me enough to do anything to stand for what’s mattered in my life.”

Only then does she stop to TAKE A BREATH, fingers curving through her hair as she turned away from him, needing to collect herself from everything that her nerves have frayed down to the wire. Realizing perhaps too late that she may have endangered herself ever more by telling him anything close to her truth, turning with her wand out, knowing to be at the ready, for he’d be as likely to turn her in, as he was to kiss her with that lying mouth of his. “Don’t. Don’t make me. Because I will. Because this needs to have been worth something. So please. Don’t go tattling to your brother dearest. We both know I won’t live if you do.”

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ooc: just wanna drop in and say i got my baby boy 💙 26.06.22 💙

hes a beautiful lil boy 💙

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"I do." he shrugged, ignoring the fact that he knows why she use those words, to remind him that this thing? It's a glass house. They are fucked, all of them. Perhaps that was one of the reasons he never really did his utterly best to get away from the death grip his family had on him? That no matter what side he chose, people would die like flies and everyone would be completely fucked afterwards. Not even out of school and he had lost all hope.

He didn't realize that maybe that was the real difference between the two sides in this war. They had just a bit of hope left. But Merlin knows for how much longer.

A sad smile crosses his lips as she runs a hand through his hair. They were burning each other up and honestly, Rabastan didn't care really. He wouldn't change it, no matter how fucked it all was. In the same manner; he went for the bottle; he went for Marlie. Even if it was unfair to compare the two. "Of course." actually; that might of been the only time he would stand up to his brother.

theslytherin-elite​ - rabastan !

A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as teeth grazed his thumb. The truth was that if she had played wise, she wouldn’t be the woman he’d fall for either. Rabastan craved her for all her flaws and all her strengths and FUCK ; those two? They blended together to a drug.

“I’m a piece of shit, but I’m not that stupid. I’ll tell you. Even if seeing you angry is a bit of a turn on.” Rab would of spilled the Dark Lord’s darkest secrets for the girl in his arms. He might not have the guts to tear away from a life filled with hate and poison but he wasn’t afraid to die.

Rab pressed his chapped lips against hers, with a URGENT need washing over him. It came more and more frequent these days. Despite being safe within the walls of Hogwarts, every letter they recieved was tainted by death, every edition of the Daily Prophet was filled to the brim with whispers of BAD OMENS and war nearing. He was quite certain he wasn’t the ONLY student feeling less than safe. No matter what side you ultimately chose, war was never kind to anyone.

Fingers roaming from her hair down to her waist, teeth grazing her bottom lip, pulling her closer to him. The idea that he might actually LOSE her, that one day she’d wake up and realize he wasn’t good for her, it made him physically ill. Or what if? What if something worse happened? The war was getting close enough to breath death in their ears and it gave Rabastan the shutters. He had a duty in this war, he had been having that duty beaten into him for so long that it seemed like the only option. Yet her? That fierce, wild girl he couldn’t imagine life without, Merlin knows what stunt she’d pull. She was, indeed a wild card.

He is. She wants to tell him, you’re a fool, and always have been, isn’t that why he comes nipping and chasing after her heels? Even now when he knows better than to stick to her like this, for what others might say, for what suspicions might rise, he is… foolish. Careless. Looking for some kind of trouble, isn’t he, when STILL FLIRTING with her as if nothing were remiss, leaning back with a smile that peaks in sharp edges and razored teeth. Marlene will eat him alive and spit out his bones and steal his secrets, so that those more worthy than the two of them might live, and he doesn’t get it, does he?

That this is for them, and loving him’s the worst of her sins. That she tries to forgive him and finds herself repulsed and unwilling to leave regardless, she’s… HONESTLY TIRED of it. Of him. Of playing around before the party starts then pretending that they’ve nothing to do with each other. How lying becomes a regular facet of her life, unavoidable when playing the spy, he holds her closer, and she sighs, quietly, against him. How lucky, she supposes. The war has yet to officially begin for them. She can only guess at her future venues for exploitation.

“Don’t you have places to be, Rabastan Lestrange? Places your brother will be expecting you, and without me there.” It’s always the barrier she puts up when he’s too close, a reminder of the master he really takes to heel for. The Dark Lord is simply A STAND IN for the object of his true fear, his actual loyalty. Afraid for what comes if he were to rebel against his will rather than the idea of a man who heralds all the wrong ideals. It’s cruel of her ; but her fingers comb through his hair, a soothing gesture. Schoolyard rules, at least, apply. “But tell me, really. If he’s coming, you know a girl always needs to be prepared.”

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ooc: 6 weeks to due date and i am

T E R R I F I E D !

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♡rabastan & marlene♡

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Nishe

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got this in the mail from @halinski 😭😭😭🤩🤩🤩🤩🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 SO BEAUTIFUL

I love it so bad 😭😭😭🤩🤩🤩🤩

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UNREQUITED,  FALSE ASSUMPTIONS  &  PINING  PROMPTS 

TO EACH OTHER

❝  i love you.  and i know you don’t feel that way about me and that’s okay i just.  i wanted to get to say it at least once.  ❞

❝  what are you talking about—   of course i love you?  ❞

❝  but i do love you.  i always have.  i just thought you didn’t feel that way so i never said anything.  ❞

❝  look i…i do care about you.  a lot.  and i wish i could love you that way.  i really do but i just,  i’ve never seen you like that.  ❞ 

❝  …you love me?  ❞ 

❝  why didn’t you ever say anything?  ❞

❝  i did!  i loved you.  and i thought you didn’t feel that way so i moved on.  i’m with someone now.  why…why did you wait so long?  ❞

❝  why did you wait so long to tell me how you feel?  ❞

❝  i love you!   okay?  i’ve been so fucking in love with you for longer than i can remember.  ❞

❝  you should have told me how you felt.  ❞

❝  actually i…there was a little while there where i had this horrible crush on you.  if i’d known this was how you were feeling i would’ve gone for it.  ❞

❝  please don’t say it.  i know you don’t love me.  i don’t expect you to,  but just.  don’t make me have to hear you say it.  ❞

❝  i’ve loved you for so long…i don’t remember what it was like to not be in love with you.  ❞

❝  i can’t say no to you.  and it’s just not fair.  ❞

❝  please,  don’t be cruel.  i love you.  like really love you.  so if i’m just some passing curiosity for you…don’t.  don’t say anything at all. ❞

❝  you don’t get it.  i want the whole package with you. i don’t wanna be some fling you forget about in a few months.  ❞

❝  do you know how long i’ve waited for you?  ❞

❝  i don’t need you to love me back.  i just want you to be able to accept that this is how i feel.  ❞

❝  why did you think i wouldn’t love you back?  ❞

❝  will you just slow down a minute!  i’m trying to tell you i love you too.  ❞

❝  i wouldn’t have been messing around with anyone else if i knew about this sooner.  ❞

❝  will you stop crying so i can kiss you already?  ❞

❝  honestly i’d never thought about it…i just need time to think it over.  ❞

❝  i hadn’t ever taken the time to think about it.  but…that doesn’t mean i couldn’t love you.  ❞

❝  i just need to know.  do you love me?  or have i just been making this all in my head?  ❞

❝  i love you.  please don’t say anything yet.  you don’t need to say anything. ❞

❝  no—  they weren’t lying.  i do.  i love you.  but i didn’t want you to find out like that.  i didn’t want you find out at all,  actually.  ❞

❝  look can you just forget about it?  okay?  yeah i’m in love with you.  big deal.  it happens.  ❞

❝  yes i love you.  i’ll get over it.  ❞

❝  are you…are you really over me?  cause,  that’d actually really suck because i’m not over you.  ❞

❝  look,  i know you love me.  but you shouldn’t.  ❞

❝  you are far too good to love someone like me.  you’ll find someone better.  ❞

TO/FROM A THIRD PARTY

❝  if that’s how you feel about them why not just say it?  take a chance.  wouldn’t you rather know one way or the other?  ❞

❝  this whole time i didn’t see them…i didn’t see what was right in front of me and now it might be too late.   ❞

❝  i love them so much it hurts.  ❞

❝  love shouldn’t hurt this much.  this whole thing is just consuming you in a way that isn’t healthy.  ❞

❝  you either need to make a move or let them go.  ❞

❝  this isn’t good for you.  you can’t keep pouring yourself into someone who doesn’t even know you exist.  ❞

❝  you do see how they look at you,  right?  ❞

❝  don’t you realize they’ve been in love with you for years?  ❞

❝  they love you,  dumbass.  ❞

❝  look i’m so fed up with everyone knowing you two love each other except you.  go kiss them or shut the fuck up about it.  ❞

❝  just take a chance.  you might be surprised.  ❞

ACTIONS/SCENARIOS

[ CONFESSION ]  for sender to interrupt receiver’s confession of love by kissing them. 

[ CONFESSED ]  for receiver to interrupt sender’s confession of love by kissing them. 

[ STOP ]  for sender to try and walk away,  afraid they’re going to get their heart broken but receiver grabs their wrist and pulls them back in for a kiss. 

[ STOPPING ]  for receiver to try and walk away,  afraid they’re going to get their heart broken but sender grabs their wrist and pulls them back in for a kiss. 

[ CONFRONTING ]  for receiver to confront sender after a third party told receiver that sender is in love with them. 

[ DRAMATICS ]  for a near death experience to drive receiver to confess their feelings to sender. 

[ SEE ]  for receiver to be hurt and realize sender loves them because of the way they’re taking care of them. 

[ EAVESDROP ]  for receiver to overhear a conversation where sender talks about their feelings for them. 

[ HUSH ]  for sender to ramble about their feelings and how they know it isn’t requited only for receiver to put a hand over their mouth so they’ll be quiet long enough for them to explain they love them too. 

[ AWAKEN ]  for receiver to not think they feel the same way but realize after a simple hookup with sender that they’re in love with them to. 

[ CASUAL ]  for sender to want to sleep with receiver to get it out of their system.  but receiver winds up catching feelings to because of it. 

[ TENSION ]  for muses who have been pining for each other to finally have sex for the first time. 

[ BREAK ]  sender can’t take it anymore and kisses receiver out of nowhere. 

[ FREE ]  receiver can’t take it anymore and kisses sender out of nowhere. 

[ TRY ]  sender has confessed their feelings and receiver tries kissing them to see how they feel.  

[ TRYING ]  receiver has confessed their feelings and sender tries kissing them to see how they feel. 

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A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as teeth grazed his thumb. The truth was that if she had played wise, she wouldn't be the woman he'd fall for either. Rabastan craved her for all her flaws and all her strengths and FUCK ; those two? They blended together to a drug.

"I'm a piece of shit, but I'm not that stupid. I'll tell you. Even if seeing you angry is a bit of a turn on." Rab would of spilled the Dark Lord's darkest secrets for the girl in his arms. He might not have the guts to tear away from a life filled with hate and poison but he wasn't afraid to die.

Rab pressed his chapped lips against hers, with a URGENT need washing over him. It came more and more frequent these days. Despite being safe within the walls of Hogwarts, every letter they recieved was tainted by death, every edition of the Daily Prophet was filled to the brim with whispers of BAD OMENS and war nearing. He was quite certain he wasn't the ONLY student feeling less than safe. No matter what side you ultimately chose, war was never kind to anyone.

Fingers roaming from her hair down to her waist, teeth grazing her bottom lip, pulling her closer to him. The idea that he might actually LOSE her, that one day she'd wake up and realize he wasn't good for her, it made him physically ill. Or what if? What if something worse happened? The war was getting close enough to breath death in their ears and it gave Rabastan the shutters. He had a duty in this war, he had been having that duty beaten into him for so long that it seemed like the only option. Yet her? That fierce, wild girl he couldn't imagine life without, Merlin knows what stunt she'd pull. She was, indeed a wild card.

theslytherin-elite​ - rabastan !

“Damnit, Marlie.” Rabastan groaned, sometimes not exactly sure how to hold her fire, how handle it. He didn’t want to tame it , not at all. Her fierce burning self was after all what kept him coming back. Yet, he was terrified for what she’d eventually get herself into. She was made for great things but Rabastan knew that those people, those MADE for grand, great things; they’d withered and died.

“You’re right, he’s a lot of talk. But he IS dangerous. He’s not scared to end up in Azkaban for tearing you apart. Beside, why poke the bloody bear?” Rabastan, his voice almost matching her irritation, her anger. Rab had learned that the hard way, not to POKE the damn bear, time and time again. He was a great time C O W A R D ; but Rabastan had suffered enough for it to be justified. At least; partly justified. There was a reason why healing spells were something he actually had quite control on. Those were the first spells he learned when he got to Hogwarts.

She was close, so close, her face illuminated by the weak light from his stick of death. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to kiss her. Her anger made it all worse, or better, he just wanted her more. She was beyond control when it came to her friends and it was a trait he wished she didn’t have; but damned it he loved it. He exhaled the smoke in her face while he put his hand on her jaw, his finger tips playing with her hair, brushing his thumb across her lip stick covered lip. “There’s no point in trying to knock some sense into you.” It will get you killed though; unspoken words.

He flipped the cigarette, giving her the chance to take a drag before he flicked it away from them, caring little about obvious fire hazards. His now free fingers wrapped around hers, those wrapped around the bottle. The bottle he was already, as a god damn child still, far too mesmerized by, as if the liquor had put him under a spell.

/@redemptioninterlude

Damnit, he says, as if he doesn’t know what to expect out of her by now. Marlene hasn’t decided to raze her life to the ground, but from the way she’s spitting poison at those she’s known since their nappy years, you’d expect she’d understand, too, THAT BURDEN that will come of it. That she’s closing off her doors to their world once this is over, and for some what? Temporary rebellion? She’d tell them, heatedly, there was nothing temporary about that, and it kills her, the way that Rabastan struggles in his own means, without anybody there to push back against those, she feels, were the greatest source of his anxiety, but…

… maybe she’s foolish for thinking he’d ever step out from under his brother. Maybe that was how he liked it, a seething, worming, awful thought that hits her as she drinks from the neck, eyes rolling, if only to gaze away with a seriousness from him. Marlene didn’t want to have to hold his hand through every and all FIGHTS SPARKED with his brother, and oh lord, there were many of those. All easily hinged back to their differing ideals, different, even, from Rab’s own, who she knew harboured less extremist views than his family, and yet… he hadn’t the strength to speak them to truth. Perhaps not everyone could be Sirius Black, willing and ready to throw family away for the sake of his morality, but… a sigh. She at least would have thought him capable of not bending to every request his brother made of him.

                         With words, with fists, with all that BOILING ANGER.

“No, there really isn’t.” there’s no offence to be taken from this; she understands the point he’s trying to drive beneath her nails, and, she’s sure it’s far easier for him, too, if she simply played by party lines. His thumb that tracks, from her jawline, to her mouth, she bites - a reminder that she ought not be feeding his fingers to the local animals here, not if he really wanted to keep himself unscathed and unseen by those whose opinions he kept in HIGHER REGARD than her own. It’s beginning to chafe at her, this relationship that offers trouble and secrecy, but let that be a lesson to her future self, as he warms her hands, those smaller gestures. “…” mouth quirking into a grin, an arm freed to sling about his neck. “Well. At least tell me if that idiot’s planning something, or I’ll never forgive you.”

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cliché romantic starters

clichés aren't necessarily a bad thing x

“ make me. “

“ it's you. it's always been you. “

“ would you pretend to be my date? “

“ i've always loved you. “

“ i didn't know where else to go. “

“ there's only one bed? “

[during argument] “ because i love you! “

“ you and me, it's never going to happen. “

“ i will never [screw/kiss/get with you]. “

“ you shouldn't be here. “ “ where else would i be? “

“ i know we’re not, friends or anything, but… “

“ is that a challenge? “

“ you're not a monster. “

“ there's good in you. “

“ i thought i lost you. “

“ you've got something on your lips, here, let me... “

[theslytherin-elite]

"Damnit, Marlie." Rabastan groaned, sometimes not exactly sure how to hold her fire, how handle it. He didn't want to tame it , not at all. Her fierce burning self was after all what kept him coming back. Yet, he was terrified for what she'd eventually get herself into. She was made for great things but Rabastan knew that those people, those MADE for grand, great things; they'd withered and died.

"You're right, he's a lot of talk. But he IS dangerous. He's not scared to end up in Azkaban for tearing you apart. Beside, why poke the bloody bear?" Rabastan, his voice almost matching her irritation, her anger. Rab had learned that the hard way, not to POKE the damn bear, time and time again. He was a great time C O W A R D ; but Rabastan had suffered enough for it to be justified. At least; partly justified. There was a reason why healing spells were something he actually had quite control on. Those were the first spells he learned when he got to Hogwarts.

She was close, so close, her face illuminated by the weak light from his stick of death. He wanted to touch her, he wanted to kiss her. Her anger made it all worse, or better, he just wanted her more. She was beyond control when it came to her friends and it was a trait he wished she didn't have; but damned it he loved it. He exhaled the smoke in her face while he put his hand on her jaw, his finger tips playing with her hair, brushing his thumb across her lip stick covered lip. "There's no point in trying to knock some sense into you." It will get you killed though; unspoken words.

He flipped the cigarette, giving her the chance to take a drag before he flicked it away from them, caring little about obvious fire hazards. His now free fingers wrapped around hers, those wrapped around the bottle. The bottle he was already, as a god damn child still, far too mesmerized by, as if the liquor had put him under a spell.

/@redemptioninterlude

theslytherin-elite​ - rabastan !

Why? Why, Marlie?

Or perhaps he should of asked the same question to his brother. Hell, maybe himself? His jaw clenched and the entire scene replayed in front of him, as it had the entire fucking day. His brother had been rapid and Rabastan knew it was mere luck that he hadn’t done something entirely unforgivable. Rudy loathed Marlene enough from before and now? They’d have to thread more carefully. Rudy had been not so discreetly been interrigated him before, and even more now.

Her question was deeply uncomfortable. It sent chills down his spine because Rabastan WANTED so badly to say no. Tell her that he had no plans of such, that he’d be bloody knight in shining armour. Yet, he couldn’t. He couldn’t promise her that, and that; HE couldn’t stomach. He hated his own cowardice.

So Rabastan avoided the question. Like the coward he is, it was the safest option, hoping she’d leave the subject alone. Rabastan knew a fate of death and misery was the only thing coming his way and he just didn’t want to think about it right now. “Watch out, he’s after blood now. Both of you, but especially Mary. She needs to watch her back.” he lit a cigarette, more for distraction than anything else. A few drags before he tore his eyes off the spot on the ground he had been staring on. His eyes traced her face and he gave a smirk. “Damnit, you pissed him off. Haven’t seen him this pissed off in ages.”

Fingers that fluff through the dirty blonde mess of her hair, the smudgy effect of her make up; there she goes, that riot girl McKinnon, a staple of the times and a testament to the fashion of it all, complete with the slick red violence of lipstick on her lips, painted on like her own war paint. Not yet, aware or thoughtful to preserve her ties for the purpose of a war that WOULD YET in its time claim her life along with it, she’s fire and protest, she can’t stand herself for being here still. With him, for all he wore on, in denial to his terror, laying the blame at his feet for not having the spine to combat the fury that was Rodolphus Lestrange. 

Blue eyes, intent, pin him down as she leans in closer to take in that look on his face, regardless of the nearness of the flame that he burns all too close. It’s always been like them, fire, and ice, and anger. His cowardice and her distain. HOW TOXIC they lean into one another, lovers til the end, but what was this affording for them both other than a sense of betrayal that doesn’t quite wash, regardless of the showers they take after the fact. “Of course he’s pissed, that absolute nonce. He thinks he’s hot shit because he knows how to bark loudly. But it’s why he’s so loud when he gets hit.”

The threat against Mary doesn’t go unnoticed. The other girls all know… and with the rumours that swirl, about what’s brewing in the world, they’re already cautious, aware. Something wicked this way comes, and while Hogwarts was, undoubtedly, the best place for them to be, the trouble only really came when the threat was OTHER STUDENTS themselves… case and point. Mars, with her fingers wrapped about the neck of a bottle, irritation narrating every word, animating each movement. “If he dares make a move on Mary, Merlin help him. I won’t even use magic to peel out his tongue.”

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theslytherin-elite​ - rabastan !

“I’ll enjoy the time left before they do find someone.” truthfully, that wasn’t Rabastan’s biggest worry because he was fairly certain that his father didn’t see point in trying to marrying him off. He was too much like his mother.

It was a pity though, because perhaps if his father had tried to force him to marry someone, that might of been what pushed him over to the right side. It might of been the catalysis needed to get him to leave his family and believes behind.

“So….in approximately 30 minutes then?” he snickered, even tho it was actually kind of tragic. Cause it was the truth. He got lonely that fast. Didn’t they all in a life like this? Marlene was the only person he spent any time around that he actually cared for. Everyone else? His father? His brother? All his fellow Death Eaters? What if he slipped the Order information about their next meeting? So they could attack them, kill them all. Kill him? Get the inevitable over with. Would be best for everyone.

Perhaps Marlie could gather her senses and get back to the right side, the one were she could find some peace at.

“Have a good time at work.” he said instead of all the things he wanted to say to her.

@redemptioninterlude

It’s a little sad, isn’t it. How they are. The look on his face when he tries to make a joke that falls flat because that is who he is, her darling, sweet, PATHETIC boy. The one who needs his hand held still, to be pet, watered and given affection, reminded of his worth… but didn’t all people? It was just harder for some than others, and, Marlene isn’t perfect. Merlin knew, she was hardly that, but there’s a line drawn, from the moment he took the mark. And that line would never be undone, reversed. 

                      In a world where they were picking sides, he’s chosen the worst.

And while she grits her teeth and bares it, through the fiance she’s been handed who wears on the same DARK MARK, the one who feels himself a proud member of this army of purebloods, disgust roils alive within her stomach, she does what she must, plugs her nose, and collects her information. Off it goes, to save lives, as she whores herself out for another round of it. A slippery slope, isn’t it? Maybe this love is the best she’s got, when, honestly, she’s rolled so long in the dirt, that she can’t tell the difference between pretend, and real, anymore. 

Blow a kiss; say goodbye. Don’t make a remark about the obvious, but, she’s off and she’s ready. But it doesn’t make THEIR REALITY any less harsh, Maarlene left squinting through her fingers as she peers up at the sun, and skips across the street to take a Floo over towards the right street in London, the perfect place to disappear.

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//i ordered the baby stroller and its still not here and i know its still early but i want it noooow 😂

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memes for that specific brand of ships

SOFTER: “  stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me.  ” “  i can’t make you trust me. but i’m gonna stick around long enough for you to realize you can.  ” “  not everyone is just gonna become another scar. some people will stay, if you let them.  ” “  i feel like i’ve been living in a storm for so long, like i’m just drifting from wave or wave hoping i won’t drown.  ” “  what happened to you? what made you so scared to stay still long enough to let someone in?  ” “  i don’t wanna be scared anymore.  ” “  even when you smile, your eyes are still sad.  ” “  you’re safe with me. you can let go. breathe. ”   “  i just want to belong somewhere again. or to someone, i guess.  ” “  the thing about never having a home, is you don’t know what to do when you’re finally given one. you just feel like you’re waiting for something to take it away again.  ” “  would you just sit still? you’re gonna get an infection if you don’t let me clean this up.  ” “  i’m not gonna hurt you. i’m just here to help.  ” “  close your eyes. go back to sleep. nothing can hurt you while i’m here.  ” “  you looked so peaceful while you were sleeping…i couldn’t bring myself to wake you up.  ” “  why do you trust me?  ” “  don’t do that— don’t shut down on me. let me in.  ” “  you were talking in your sleep again. i’m starting to think they’re memories and not just dreams.  ” “  i’m not used to letting people close. i don’t like being vulnerable— but i want to, with you. i want to let you in.  ” “  how did you get this scar?  ” “ i don’t always need you to fix everything. i just— sometimes i just want you to listen. ” “  you’re so beautiful when you laugh. i wish i could see it more, but maybe it’s the rarity of it that makes it so captivating. ”

DARKER:  “  every time i touch you, there’s a moment where you look like you think it will hurt. ” “ why aren’t you scared of me?  ”   “  you’d accept a caress from the same hands that leave you bruised, just to feel warm.  ” “  i’ll kill anyone that makes you hurt like that again. i’d kill them just for taking your smile.  ” “  i want to keep you all to myself. i don’t want anyone but us to know the things we do in secret.  ” “  you’re mine now. and i won’t let anyone take you from me.  ” “  would you kill for me?  ” “  i’d cut my heart out and place it in your hands if it would prove my devotion to you.  ”  “  you love me so fiercely. i’m almost afraid of it.  ” “  i know if anyone hurt me, you’d never let them see another day. and i think i like that a little too much.  ” “  i know you’re dangerous, but i also know you won’t hurt me. you bark, and you growl, but you never bite. not me, at least.  ” “  who hurt you? who made you so sad and lonely? tell me so i can make them pay.  ”   “  i don’t like the way they look at you. perhaps i’ll cut their eyes out.  ” “   “  they hurt me. now i want you to make it better. make them hurt too.  ”   “  if anyone lays even a single finger on you, i’ll cut it off and feed it to them.  ” “  yes. i killed them— but i did it for you.  ” “  i had to do it. no one gets to make you sad and get away with it.  ” “  i told you, i’ll love you no matter what. i’ll wipe the blood off your skin. i’ll clean the dirt off your hands from every grave you dig. i don’t care if you’re a monster.  ” “  you should be scared of me. i like that you’re not.  ”   “  don’t you know my love could destroy you?  ”   “  come, sit in my lap and tell me whose blood i should spill tonight.  ”  

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she’s like a wild animal                           calm until provoked         always  h u n g r y 

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this is a social experiment reblog this if u were rping on tumblr before 2016

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"I'll enjoy the time left before they do find someone." truthfully, that wasn't Rabastan's biggest worry because he was fairly certain that his father didn't see point in trying to marrying him off. He was too much like his mother.

It was a pity though, because perhaps if his father had tried to force him to marry someone, that might of been what pushed him over to the right side. It might of been the catalysis needed to get him to leave his family and believes behind.

"So....in approximately 30 minutes then?" he snickered, even tho it was actually kind of tragic. Cause it was the truth. He got lonely that fast. Didn't they all in a life like this? Marlene was the only person he spent any time around that he actually cared for. Everyone else? His father? His brother? All his fellow Death Eaters? What if he slipped the Order information about their next meeting? So they could attack them, kill them all. Kill him? Get the inevitable over with. Would be best for everyone.

Perhaps Marlie could gather her senses and get back to the right side, the one were she could find some peace at.

"Have a good time at work." he said instead of all the things he wanted to say to her.

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theslytherin-elite​ - rabastan !

A soft SIGH left his lips as she parted from him. Especially as he saw the way her eyes lingered on his mark. The mark he despised. He wished he could go back in time and undo it all. Yet; the harsh truth was that chances were that he would be so much of a coward that he’d do all the wrong choices all over again. He wasn’t brave enough, never had been.

Somewhat it irked him too, the way her eyes filled with annoyance. He knew her well enough to spot it. She was about to marry another Death Eater. She had “returned” to her orgins. So WHY did she get annoyed at it? She was a soon to be death eater wife after all. Rabastan just couldn’t understand this all. He still refused to believe that she had just left all of her old belief. Something was up and it made him worried even if he didn’t knew what it was.

Rabastan sat up in the bed, watching her dress herself, his eyes enjoying the sight of her flesh before she covered it all up again. He almost snorted as she zipped her skirt. Fought the urge to roll his eyes.

A dry laugh escaped his lips as she questioned whether or not his father had found the perfect bride. “After Andromeda turned her back on her family, my father have barely mentioned marriage. Honestly think he’s forgotten about me. At least on that part.” Rabastan prefered to be forgotten most of the time. For him, it was never good to be remembered by his father. He honestly didn’t know why his father hated him so bad.

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Of course she stops, she stares, she wonders. What would life be like for him, if their circumstances were different? Theirs was a life so TIGHTLY WOUND about the idea of expectations, of a bloodline, of legacy. They are themselves, they are their families, it’s an incestuous, twisting reality with which they occupied, where their desires were meant to be for the collective, and their existence was simply a continuation of a name. And nothing else. How was that, at the end of the day, really living?

Rabastan could have escaped this fate. Despite that family of his, or perhaps because of it, the cruelty and the unimaginable horrors that went on within those walls, at least he had better reasons than she’d ever had for running. At least she could think, perhaps, her family actually LOVED HER, while his only ever loved how obedient a dog he’d play. Paw - roll over. He’d do it all, wouldn’t he, just to earn an approving glare from mother and father dearest, or at least avoid a swift kick from his brother. Marlene looks away; says nothing. “Well. I’m sure they’ll find someone.”

That’s their duty, after all, even if his brother was the heir apparent within the family. Andromeda… she wonders. Did she make it out? Brave girl with a heart of steel, she escaped the weight of tyranny to strike it on her own. PROTECTED STILL by the legacy of her name, despite being scorched off of tapestries and more, oh yes, she’s seen those walls, those blackened spots where her friends used to be… “I’m off to work. Be a good boy for me, won’t you?” he knows how to fetch, too, if she asked. And he’d do it to… if she plied him with the right kind of treat. But no cookie for now, they’re both already stuffed, so she bends for her bag, slings it loose over one shoulder. “Call me when you’re lonely.”

                     She knows the type of beasts they are. Always lonely. Always LONGING.

- @theslytherin-elite