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fabian-the-prewett‌:

Fabian waited for a second to see that she actually closed her eyes, knowing that she would think that he would rush her. That’s what they always thought. That everything was about physical fighting and getting yourself out of situations. 

It wasn’t a false thought, and he would probably rush her at some point today, but there was a point he had to make first.

Instead he stood there for a moment and then asked, “How many exits are in this room. Quickly.” 

It was a lesson he’d gotten beat in his head, and he was going to make sure that she did as well. Not every fight was worth it, and not every fight was going to be winnable. 

His mind flashed to the Mckinnon’s house, and how Marlene must have known that. She hadn’t done it to win, but in a desperate bid for more time.  Shaking his head he looked thoughtfully at Zara instead. 

“Include windows and other ways of getting out of this room.” 

Standing there in silence made Zara uneasy. Fabian wasn’t moving. There wasn’t a sound, a hint of his scent anywhere near her and his blood was holding a steady pace. She finally broke the silence. “What is it, Fabs? Too scared to come at me? Don’t worry, I’ll take it easy on you.” Her weight shifted from foot to foot.

What was he waiting for?

“Would you just do it alr—“ Zara was caught off guard by a question “Exits? Why in the hell —“ she knew why. Zara was anything but stupid but she hadn’t expected it. It seemed like such a simple question yet the room had turned into a blur in her mind.

Her shoulders slumped but she didn’t open her eyes. She refused to let this beat her. She would get the answer wrong for sure, but wasn’t about to turn into a baby. She was stronger than that — mind and body.

“The door behind you.” That one was easy. The rest wouldn’t be. She squeezed her eyes shut until she saw stars.

Fucking think. Remember Zara.

“Windows. Um.” She shook her head. The room had been relatively dark, she thought but couldn’t be sure. “Three windows.” Zara blanked out completely. Then a thought occurred to her.

“Physical strength isn’t what you’re proving with this question, but I can kick a pretty good size hole through nearly anything.” Her muscles loosened and a smile spread across her lips. A perk of vampire strength finally came in handy.

training, or not // fabian & zara

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“Have I been tempting you? I had no idea.” Odette replied, rather playfully. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on here. What the other woman’s intentions happened to be. This time last week Odette had sworn off the idea of closeness, intimacy, whatever you wanted to call it, but now? She wanted Zara to do all the things she had been talking about. She wanted to be pulled into a shadowy corner and shown a good time. She wanted Zara to run her hands up her body. And it scared her as much as it intrigued her. 

“You already know my biggest secret,” Odette admitted. “What else is there to tell?” She asked, although she knew that there was more, much more, she could disclose. And usually, she kept it all under wraps, but being around Zara was a bit like veritaserum, and for once, she didn’t mind telling the truth. “My father was a criminal. My entire childhood we never lived anywhere longer than a year. That juicy enough for you?”

If she were able to, Zara would have blushed at Odette’s words. Instead she lowered and shook her head slowly. “As if you didn’t know. You’ve had me riled up since last night.” Then Zara did something she hadn’t expected. She tenderly pushed a piece of Odette’s hair behind her ear and with a soft, easy tone said, “Wasn’t able to stop thinking about you.”

Zara gulped and bit her lip. She had only let one other person — one — into a fraction of her shell but there she was wanting to emote all over Odette and show her affection. And not just sex. Zara hadn’t wanted just sex from Odette since they’d met the night before but assumed it would pass when they spent more time together at the celebration. But holding her was —

No. Keep it at sex and seduction. That’s what you’re good at. That’s what you’re known for. Stick to what you know.

Clearing her throat, Zara laughed with a raised eyebrow and fixed her own hair. “I guess I do know your biggest secret. I wonder what makes me so special.” Then Odette actually surprised her. Being a werewolf was nothing, but her father being a criminal? Now that was something. “I’m dying to hear all about it. I was just a little ol’ secret in the mountains of Bulgaria. Not nearly as interesting.”

She leaned in and rested her forehead on Odette’s, “But I’m sure there is so much more to tell.” And, fuck it all, she wanted to know everything.

the next night // odette & zara

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slurred words (zara)

“Zara is just so, so good.  She’s so good.  Her heart is like gold plated sunshine – she’s so, so good.  But she tries to be mean to make people stay away because she thinks that they aren’t going to like who she really is – and too many people have been mean to her because she’s a little different, but they can shove off because everyone is a little different.  And she just like – I don’t know, she thinks she has to push people away before they can hurt and judge her, and I don’t blame her but I wish she could see how good she is.  She is so good.  I love her so much, she’s the best person in the entire world.”

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She is a good person and should ignore all the haters who can't see that.

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will you sign my shirt // theodora & zara

She was on the ninth hour of her shift. Emmeline told her to work with the room at the end of the hall since she had something that needed her immediate attention. In any other situation, Zara would have said go fuck yourself, but not at work. Never at work. It was too important.

When Zara reached the end of the hallway, she grabbed the chart at the side of the door. “Blah, blah, blah,” she mumbled under her breath, lining each word with her finger as she read. “So, a quick checkup.” Zara wished it was something a little more until she saw the name at the top of the chart.

Theodora Rowle.

“Theodora Rowle?! You’ve got to be shitting me!” Theodora was a fucking legend at Durmstrang. Stories told about her were unbelievable. Zara was giddy. She was only a first year when Theodora was in sixth and then, poof, the older was gone the next year. She had always wished she could talk to her and now she had the goddamn chance!

Zara ran her fingers through her silky hair and smoothed her coat. She didn’t want to come off as some kind of obsessed fan so she walked into the room calmly but couldn’t hide her goofy smile when she said, “Theodora Rowle? I’m Zara Ivanova. I’ll be doing your check up today.”

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She's a little too intense

“Just a little? Damn, I was going for the whole thing.”

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hanestlythebestlee‌:

Zara was so forward, and Han did not have a problem with it. When she dipped him down, he fluttered his lashes dramatically. He waited until he was upright to comment, “Still on the first kiss? That’s precious. As much energy as you have, my dear, I wish you the best luck in escalating that as fast as you can.”

He laughed and pulled back to see her face as she described him, but when her posture changed, his did too. Han stiffened, eyes wide even before she apparently made some connection about his name. “Yes, and how do you–”

He paused, mouth clenching shut at Vanja’s name. He’d thought Vanja was someone who could be fun and discreet, but perhaps he’d been wrong about that. What did she know? What details had Vanja shared? “And how exactly do you know about that?” he asked, posturing straightening. Han went into business mode–not the play kind but the kind where he usually negotiated kinks and scenes. She was being giggly about it, and that just put him more on edge. 

Oh, Christ. “Yes, still on the first kiss. Should’ve just said we’ve fucked already, right? Trust me, I don’t need luck. In case you haven’t seen who you’ve been dancing with,” Zara took a step back, put her hands behind her head and turned around slowly. “This girl doesn’t need luck.” She said with a knowing smile.

Han’s whole demeanor changed after she mentioned Vanja. She had continued dancing but he’d stopped which caused her to slow down until she was at a full stop in front of him. She dropped her head and bit her lip.

Fuck. I said something wrong. Shit, fuck, motherfucker. Don’t lose someone who could actually be good as a friend.

“Listen,” she put her hand on Han’s arm, “It’s nothing. Vanja didn’t say anything about anything. See, I was at Valerija’s house -- his sister, they’re my cousins, actually -- and we were having dinner,” Zara was speaking with her hands so much, it’s a miracle she didn’t hit Han in the face. “It’s funny, actually. Valerija had remembered you giving her something so she went to her purse and took out your card and gave it to him,” Zara squeezed her hand in the hope that Han would pay close attention to the next part. “Vanja’s a good guy. He’s not one to kiss and tell. You can trust him.” 

Zara was being honest. That’s all she knew. She was also being honest about Vanja. She ripped on him any chance she got but she loved the asshole. She wanted him to be happy, no matter what form that came in.

“I haven’t said anything to anyone. It’s not my place. I don’t want people talking shit behind my back so I don’t do it to other people. If I have something to say, I’ve got the balls to say it to their face.” She moved her head so Han would see her eyes. “Really, it’s no big deal. And this, okay, it might sound kind of fucked up but hear me out. People don’t get the lifestyle I lead so it’s a little refreshing to meet someone who might not be understood either, especially when neither of us is wrong for how we live.”

Work and Play

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deeflint‌:

By now he was on the fence if he should be avoiding Theo or joined at her hip for the pure facade of their marriage. He still loved his wife dearly, but it was obvious something had been wrong. This was his third time back to the bar, and he just leaned back to observe. Theo seemed to be having a good time on the outside, but he knew better. His own forced grin had started to pinch his cheeks and actually produced a dull ache.

He couldn’t help it when he heard the murmurs of the stranger next to him. Head teetered to the side at her response. “Probably not. People rarely do.” Daniel replied bluntly but nodded his head towards the crowd still on the dancefloor. Thumb had started to play with the metal band as the inked ring underneath it became darker in tone. 

“But, I said it sounds like she’s not just another girl.” He added bluntly.

Zara scowled at the man she had never seen before. “And who the hell are you? I’m sure I agree with the people who say I don’t want to hear what you have to say. Must be a good reason for it,” Her eyes rolled into the back of her head, “But I guess you earn points for knowing no one cares.” She wished others cared about her more but that’s not something she would confess. No one ever wanted to hear what she said but it was probably because she was as blunt and rude as the fucker in front of her.

“Listen, you know jack shit about me. And even less about the girl I’m talking about,” she said, hoping he hadn’t seen her clawing at Odette on the dance floor. And hoping even more that he didn’t know Odette. How would he? Zara couldn’t see them running in the same circles.

Zara took a deep breath. “Yes, she is just another girl.”

No she’s not.

She looked more closely at the man and his mannerisms. “Seems like you have someone who’s not just another girl,” Zara raised her eyebrows and glared at the ring. “And you seem to be staring out there with a lot of intent.”

are you talking? // open

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yuki-yamashita‌:

Friends was a bit of an overstatement.  Over-enthusiastic, Russian semi-brother might have been a better response, but that required some explanation, something she had no intention of offering Zara.  He was probably busy with his not-boyfriend anyway, so she could busy herself at the bar.  Drink a bit, chat with some strangers, maybe make out with another.  The night was young, and she didn’t want to waste another minute of it in this hallway.

But Zara’s continued talking piqued her interest a bit.  Her words sounded an awful lot like an apology that Yuki had no intention of accepting, but the softness caught her off-guard.  It reminded her of all those mornings, cooking breakfast and slowly getting to know each other.  And one of the surest things that she had learned about Zara was that if she didn’t do purposeful vulnerability.  Occasionally a piece of softness would pop out like a bit of stuffing she couldn’t keep within her seems any longer. 

 “Then you should stop pushing away the people that actually want to hear what you have to say.”  It was a simple thing, but one that was far easier said than done, she knew.

“I know you don’t want to be here, standing with me. You probably don’t even want to be seen anywhere near me, but guess what, you are.” Zara’s tense body loosened. “It’s been how long since we’ve seen each other, Yuki. Can’t we just ...start over?” Zara heard that last part and rushed to make her statement clearer. “Not start over start over, but — fuck, I don’t know.”

Zara missed Yuki. The two were so much alike. She didn’t have anyone she could be a bitch with like she could with her. No one as cynical or blunt or uncaring of what others thought. She was just Yuki. And Zara was just Zara. That was probably their problem.

Her body had been in knots upon first seeing her making out with a fucking nobody. Yuki deserved better than a nobody with a fucked up face. Zara bent her head to the side, the thought of her kissing someone else making her want to wretch. How could Yuki still have a visceral effect on her, Zara didn’t know. She wanted to think her ex still had that reaction to her, but it was unlikely. She knew Yuki too well for that.

“I’m not pushing you away now and you’re still listening. Does that not count for anything?” She stopped. “One of us would’ve lost it eventually, right?” Zara was just pissed that it was her because she couldn’t (rightfully) pass the blame on Yuki.

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criticize my muse, see how they take it

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Emmeline; oh thank Merlin I have another pair of hands. And she’s not already covered in blood today.

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If my character was wearing a warning label, what would it say?

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Fabian's thoughts - "I swear to all that's holy if you take this friend away from me too I'm going to come up there and fight you god."

“Aww, Fabs. I knew you loved me. Don’t make me get all weepy now. Let’s do something else I swear I’m good at but actually have no idea what I’m doing.”

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Slurred Words - Fabian

“He’s like – don’t tell him I said this, but I could see him …maybe being like a big brother who knows how to push my buttons but I still want to impress him and he makes me want to do good? Fucking Fabs. Making me all introspective even with a drink in my hand.”

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Slurred words (Han)

“I can’t believe I found someone I don’t want to fuck. And who doesn’t want to fuck me! Holy shit, there is a world outside of the bedroom …or stairwell …or bathroom at a pub …or …wait, what were we talking about?”

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