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amarante-bonet: rabastanlestranger: Post Melastan, right before Rabarente. “Can you drive Ama...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:44:41 -0400

rabastanlestranger:

Post Melastan, right before Rabarente.

“Can you drive Ama to the airport from King’s Cross?” Melanie begged. She had clasped her hands together and given him those two bats of the eyelashes that had always made him give in. One flutter, two, then he was gone.

The car was his uncle’s. The cigarettes were his. He flicked his eyes over to see Ama’s lips wrapping around it. The flicker of the fire cast light on his face, making her look… pretty. It was enough to make his chest tighten in that confusing way he was somehow used to by now.

“So…” Ama began, the fire falling back into the lighter.

Jaw clenched, he wasn’t prepared for her to actually attempt conversation. He settled himself in for silence, trying not to dignify her with a response.

“You’re lost.”

“Have you ever driven around London?”

“Jesus Christ! Left!”

“If I miss my flight because of you-“

She was leaning over the dashboard now, her hand on the steering wheel. Her palm bwww.tumblr.comeft hand and suddenly he was sweaty. Clammy palms, heightened breathing, he had to fix something quick.

“Shut the hell up!”

Ama fell back into her seat, looking at him.

“Here it is,” she murmured, turning to look out the window.

Suddenly, he felt terrible.

The drive back home afterwards wasn’t pleasant. The stereo wasn’t playing the right songs, he was driving in circles. Eventually he pulled over and took a breath, looking at the ceiling of the car until he calmed down before leaving London and disappearing into the countryside.

amarante-bonet: rabastanlestranger: The train compartment was the only empty one that Rabastan...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:44:39 -0400

amarante-bonet:

rabastanlestranger:

The train compartment was the only empty one that Rabastan could find. He thrust the window up and the wind rushed in and out, pulsing the sound waves around him. Rab took a deep breath of the fresh air, tired of being stuck on the stupid train.

He settled in as the engine screamed, slouching in his seat and putting a fag to his lips. He had just cast incendio when the door slid open again.

“OCCUPIED.” Rab growled around the cigarette. He had a craving and he needed to fulfill it. Alone.

“I’m joining you.”

Rab flicked his eyes up, frowning at the familiar face. He didn’t share many classes with the transfer, but he had found himself in the company of Amarente Bonet far too often for his liking. She set herself down across from him and propped her feet up. The heels of her trainers hit his hip and she lit up the cigarette.

The smoke went out the window.

Rab sat in silent, letting her feet knock against his side with the rhythm of the train.

“I hear you broke up with Melanie.”

Rabastan turned his eyes towards Ama, who was looking at him a bit sourly. Melanie and Ama had taken a liking to each other, it seemed, and Rab was none the wiser until now.

“It was mutual,” he said.

“Of course.”

Rab frowned. “I’ve been her friend longer than you.”

“If that’s all you have over me,” she said sharply, “Then I’m a better friend than you.”

Rabastan considered all the things that could be shared in the girls’ dorms, where he couldn’t go. His jaw clenched when he thought of some things that Ama might be privy to that he didn’t want her to be.

He put his feet on the ground. “Goodbye, Ama.”

She laughed, “You aren’t gonna finish your cigarette?” Her eyebrow raised and the smile on her lips made Rab’s heart squeeze a little.

I hate her, he thought. This is hatred. And the smile that tugged dangerously at his lips was only a grimace, he convinced himself.

“No,” he said and tossed his cigarette out the window.

amarante-bonet: shipslikecrack: Amarente had only been in Hogwarts for a few days. Jet lag, she...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:43:16 -0400

amarante-bonet:

shipslikecrack:

Amarente had only been in Hogwarts for a few days. Jet lag, she proclaimed, curling up in her sheets and burying her head in her pillow and adding, “Don’t wake me up,” to the end.

Melanie had smiled and nodded, waving it off with a “Fine.”

The next morning, Ama sat up and planted her feet on the floor. Rustling drew her attention to the side. A boy, hastily putting his pants on. His hair was messed up, but the face was family. A goofy smile on his face revealed a dimple on his left cheek, adorable and sexy and familiar.

“You shaved.”

Rabastan’s head popped up and looked at Amarente. After a moment, recognition passed over his face. The smile disappeared, a flush came to his cheeks.

“You- you!”

Ama couldn’t help but grin, running her finger over her upper lip as she got to her feet. “Good morning,” she said to Melanie, who stirred and looked at Ama with a lazy smile.

“Morning,” Mel chimed. Rab looked around with a face contorted with confusion.

“You know her?”

Mel laughed, “Yes.” She wrapped her arms around Rabastan’s neck, giving him a soft peck on the lips. “Come back to bed.”

With a grunt, Rabastan crawled back in between the sheets and pulled Melanie against his chest, trying to drive the thoughts of that bitch out of his head.

amarante-bonet: rabastanlestranger: Rabarente, post-Preggers scare. “I just don’t...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:43:11 -0400

amarante-bonet:

rabastanlestranger:

Rabarente, post-Preggers scare.

“I just don’t understand-“

“Thanks for loving me.”

The words were final. The end. Period. Fuck.

Rab looked over Ama, his chest tight. Her eyes were watering. “No,” he refused her. She took three steps back away from him, out of his reach. His arms weighed down at his side as he watched her go.

It wasn’t until her hand reached the knob that Rabastan was able to break from the haze. He stepped towards her. It only too two long strides before he could wrap his arms around her shoulders and whisper two words- don’t leave- into her ear.

Her back pressed to his chest, reciprocating the embrace. Her hands touched his arms, pulling him closer with what leeway she had. “I love you,” she told him, with the same tone.

She still had her back to him.

“Don’t leave,” he repeated, loosening his grip so she could turn in his arms.

“Is that all you can say?” Ama asked.

Rab froze.

Ama left.

amarante-bonet: rabastanlestranger: Rabarente, Pre-Preggers scare. Rab’s breath caught in his...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:43:04 -0400

amarante-bonet:

rabastanlestranger:

Rabarente, Pre-Preggers scare.

Rab’s breath caught in his throat, looking down at the potion. Severus had looked at him with a raised eyebrow when Rabastan asked for it. The blood in Rabastan’s veins went to his feet, making it hard to walk or do anything really until he could see the potion turn.

Pink. He requested of the gray potion. For the love of god, turn pink.

Ama took his hand, not watching the potion. Leaning up, she kissed his cheek, “Don’t worry,” she whispered.

His breath caught in his throat. “Please,” he murmured, requesting silence. Ama gave him that smile, the one that always shut him up. “Oh you,” that smile said. “Don’t worry,” it said.

Rab wondered when they’d gotten so comfortable, when they could read each other well enough that they didn’t need to look at each other. He sat down next to Ama, drawing her close and burying his face in her hair.

“Please,” he requested as he closed his eyes and waited. Ama’s arms wrapped around him and her breath hit his ear. The words twww.tumblr.comess. Too long, too long, his mind whirred over them. He pulled back to look at the potion, sure that Ama was speaking some foreign language. But his mouth wrapped around the joyous words, repeating what Ama had just told him.

“It’s pink.”

amarante-bonet: rabastanlestranger: Ama tapped her foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Her...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:42:12 -0400

amarante-bonet:

rabastanlestranger:

Ama tapped her foot, crossing her arms over her chest. Her aunt was dressed in a high collared gown, which screamed ridiculous to Ama. She looked into the living room, where there were other people gathered in equally overstuffed costumes.

“I threw a theme party!” Her aunt said, spreading her arm out to gesture to the guests, “Eighteenth century France! I thought you’d appreciate it as a welcome gift.”

Ama rolled her eyes. “A taste of home.”

Guided by her arm, Ama was glad that she hadn’t dressed for the occasion. One of the younger men turned, smirking. A little line of what Ama presumed to be a mustache but might just be some shit he forgot to wipe off after brown nosing sat above his lip.

Ama raised her hand, her smile charming as she pointed to her upper lip. “Got a little something?” She mouthed to him.

The Lestrange boy’s eyes opened wide and he raised his hand, covering his mouth. Tittering, Ama turned away and stalked up to her bedroom.

I missed two moons. James hands tapped the wheel. His eyes flicked to his friend, who sat with his...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:42:00 -0400

I missed two moons. James hands tapped the wheel. His eyes flicked to his friend, who sat with his head hung low, his chin grazing his chest. “I feel like shit,” James said, running his hand through his hair and returning his eyes to the road.

Remus tugged at the sleeves of the coat James had given him. All of James’ clothes had gotten too big for him recently. Remus continued to lose weight while James and Sirius worried.

James’ chest rose with his breath as he clenched his jaw. It was his fault. Remus hadn’t mentioned the moon, instead slipping out the backdoor of James’ house before running into the forest.

“Did anythi-“

“Sorry, can we stop for a second? I need to get out?” Remus interrupted James’ question. James shut his mouth, slowing the car and stopping at the top of a hill. Remus opened the door and slipped out, leaving James alone in the car.

Leaning his forehead against the wheel, James took a deep breath. He leaned over and rolled down the window, “Moony?” he called.

No answer, a small trail of smoke floated into the car. James could see Remus’s back pressed against the back door window, James’ green jacket almost black in the dark.

Over the horizon, an inch of light peeked out from the other side of the world.

“Good morning, James,” Remus murmured. James climbed over and got out of the car.

“Morning, Remus.” James lit his own fag up, the tip of his wand shaking in the cold. He looked at Remus, who kept his face stony as he looked out at the sunrise. James put an arm around him and drew him close.

“I love you, man,” James said.

“No Homo.”

The corners of Remus’s lips turned up and curled around the cigarette as he and James shook with laughter. James’ head laid on Remus’s shouldwww.tumblr.comd his friend tightened. James wasn’t going to miss another moon again.

amarante-bonet: He’d seen her naked so many times. Whether he wanted to or not. The was the time...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:38:43 -0400

amarante-bonet:

He’d seen her naked so many times. Whether he wanted to or not.

The was the time with Freddy- the skinny boy with the dark hair and the dimples- when he’d gone up to visit Mel. He’d only seen Ama for a moment, her arms crossed as she lifted the shirt above her head, revealing her back and the thin straps of the bra she wore. It probably should’ve meant something, the way his eyes riveted to her the moment he thought she was in the room, but he’d ignored it.

There were two other boys. One in the classroom, one in his own goddamn dorm room. “Get the hell out of here!” he’d roared at her, ignoring the fact that her shirt was clutched in her hands. He could only stare at her eyes, giving her more respect than the classless slag deserved.

He’d seen Mel naked once. They hadn’t gone far, just revealing her breasts when she whispered, “No, not tonight,” before his fingers could dip into her. She rolled over onto her stomach, showing him the broad expanse of skin along her back. He traced his fingers up her spine, closing his eyes and wondering how soft Ama’s skin would be.

The idea overtook him while he slept, Ama’s fingers clutching the hem of her shirt and drawing it over her head, but he’d always look past her and see one of the other three boys. The ones who didn’t care about the way her tongue could cut a man, only the way it could wrap around theirs and moan their names.

In the morning, he convinced himself it was just a dream, that it had no meaning at all.

He never mentioned it to Mel.

amarante-bonet: Bacheleorette parties were normal, he reminded himself, they were part of what...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:38:00 -0400

amarante-bonet:

Bacheleorette parties were normal, he reminded himself, they were part of what happened when you put on a wedding. Rabastan had refused his brother’s request to throw him a Bachelors party, deciding instead to poke his head into what Ama and Melanie had set up.

He stepped into the club and prepared himself for the worst.

Ama, of course, was in the center of it all. She laughed, her head tilting back and her hair flying over her shoulder.

He was just glad there weren’t any other men around. Mel appeared at his elbow, linking her arm in his and shouting, “Where’ve you been, stranger?”

She was drunk, he could see it in her eyes. Mel leaned up and placed a kiss on his cheek, drawing his attention to her again. He could remember when he loved her, when she was the light in his world and Ama was simply a dot in the universe. How that had all changed around, he didn’t know.

“It was from the moment you saw her,” Mel claimed, her hand pressed against his chest. “I could tell.”

Rabastan’s eyes furrowed. “No, I was dating yo-“

Her finger met his lips, “Shush,” she said. There were only two women who could shut him up so quickly and thoroughly.

“From the moment,” she repeated, “You saw her. Sorting hat ceremony, she stood out of the crowd.” She tilted her head back and laughed, “Literally! All the first years were so tiny around her!” She pressed her lips to his neck, “That’s when I know I’d lost you.”Rab’s arm wrapped around her waist, glancing out to the dance floor again. Ama was looking back at him, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. He glanced back down at Mel, then back at Ama- who was now disappearing into the back.

“I’ll be back,” he murmured, pulling away from Mel. She gripped his shirt for a brief moment before letting go with a melancholy smile.

“Bye Rab,” she called as he ran after his fiance.

He met Ama in the back. “I told you not to come,” she said, crossing her arms.

A lovesick smile tugged at his lips as he cupped her cheek and kissed her softly.

“How could I ever stay away?”

amarante-bonet: thats-professor-toyou: Read More Traugott was her favorite teacher, Ama...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:37:58 -0400

amarante-bonet:

thats-professor-toyou:

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Traugott was her favorite teacher, Ama decided. Her legs wrapped around his waist, her nails scratching his chest as his hot breath hit her neck. “Caspar!” she gasped, tilting her head back and sighing his name to the heavens.

The door clicked open, causing Ama to tense around him. Caspar hadn’t noticed, only groaning at the way she held onto him. Ama turned her head, seeing the man in the doorway.

Rabastan had a terrible pokerface, his jaw clenched with fury and his eyes bore into Traugott’s once the teacher took a moment to realize that he and his student were not alone.

“Fuck off,” Traugott growled, annoyed at the interruption.

Ama quickly pushed Traugott away, pulling her panties up and turning to face Rab as she buttoned up her clothes.

They locked eyes, Ama refused to say anything to him as she walked past him and took his hand in hers to drag him out.

Passing a gaggle of Hufflepuffs, Rab stopped them and pushed Ama against a wall. Her hands flew up to his shoulders,ready to push him away if he got too rough. He leaned in close, his finger inches from her lips.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Oh?”

Ama’s curiosity was peaked, her eyebrow raising in indifference.

Rab froze for a second and Ama could see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to cover up the obvious jealousy that he so obviously held to his chest.

“You got a terrible grade on the last essay. Trying to fix it.”

Ama laughed and leaned in, brushing her lips over his ear and saying, “No, I’m trying to make you jealous.”

Rab stood there, frozen for a few moments as Ama walked away. He regained his composure in time to yell a weak insult, “Slag!” at her retreating back.

She turned and did a little pelvic thrust towards him, a smirk on her lips.

She was winning, she could tell.

amarante-bonet: rabastanlestranger: Let’s pretend Rab just has...

Sun, 29 Apr 2012 12:37:19 -0400

amarante-bonet:

rabastanlestranger:

~~Let’s pretend Rab just has a tan. possible Drabble prompt for Megan?~~

Her first flat was at the end of an alley, snug between to other houses- one home to a woman with way too many cats and the other home to a man with too many girlfriends. The man with too many girlfriends wasn’t too happy to see Rab show up on her doorstep- but Ama burstewww.tumblr.comsaw him.

Rab had despised the year between Ama graduating and graduating himself. Every moment in class- every empty morning without her in his arms. He’d sent her letters describing the feeling and received jibes about how he was “such a girl” and “I love you so much, you’re adorable.” Of course, she felt the same way, she just never admitted it.

So- the day after leaving Hogwarts- Rab apparated to outside of Ama’s flat.

The door swung open soon after the loud CRACK filled the air.

“I knew it!”

Arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him into a deep and passionate kiss- reminded him of the time he’d missed during his year at Hogwarts.

“I missed you,” He whispered against her lips.

“I love you,” she replied back.

He pressed his lips to her- every nerve filling up with urgency and the need to make up lost time.

The flat door closed and didn’t open for days.

Finally | Maxwell

Sun, 04 Mar 2012 13:09:35 -0500

elizavetaivankov:

Elizaveta sighed after Maxwell insisted on leaving with Ramsay. She knew why he was there, or at least, she thought she knew why he was there and it angered her to no end. The audacity he had to simply barge into her quarters and demand sex was infuriating, but she could do nothing other than glare daggers at him. Guilt gripped her as she saw Maxwell’s friendly smile, his trusting expression; he was far too good for her. If anyone had been looking close enough, they would have seen the sadness wash over her face before she quickly hid it.

She licked her bottom lip, wetting it habitually, frustrated by the situation. She crossed the room to kiss Maxwell on the lips as a goodbye, her hand cupping his cheek as she did so before pulling back to smile at him. She did her best to ignore Ramsay’s words, keeping her eyes on Max. “Have fun, with whatever it is he’s dragging you away from me for,” she said quietly. “I love you,” she whispered, trying to pretend Ramsay wasn’t there to hear her words. It made her feel awkward.

Maxwell kissed her back, his arm wrapping around her waist and drawing her close. “I love you too,” he told her as he kissed her forehead. “I’ll see you tomorrow? Maybe come to my room and make it easier for Ramsay to find me?” He chuckled, pulling away and winking at her before turning around and walking to the door.

It didn’t occur to him that walking out of the room was a terrible idea, but he was.

Finally | Maxwell

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 19:47:00 -0500

elizavetaivankov:

Elizaveta didn’t have time to respond to Maxwell, for he was already making his way across the room to his traitorous friend. She felt a stab in her heart as she noticed his naivety, his kind smile as he tried to lighten the mood just made her feel guiltier that he didn’t know what was going on. She looked at him, wanting him to stay and for Ramsay not to have ever stumbled into her room. She stepped over to Maxwell, her hand on his upper arm. “No, любить,” she said, looking up at him. “Blackwood said it himself, don’t let him ruin our fun.”

Eliz turned to Blackwood, staring hard as she acknowledged the subtext. “I didn’t expect you to barge into my room,” She said, her voice losing the softness it held for Maxwell. “So excuse me for not locking my door. You couldn’t have even knocked?” She said, frowning at the older man,

Maxwell frowned, pulling her close and whispering in her ear. “Ты в порядке, любовь?” He glanced at Ramsay, unsure how his friend felt about them speaking Russian in front of him. “I’ll come with you,” he assured Ramsay, unsure what he and Elizaveta would do once they got back to bed. He gave Eliz’s waist a squeeze. “Увидимся утром.”

Pulling away, he went to stand by Ramsay, tugging on his arm and heading towards the door. “I’ll make sure to put a lock on it next time,” he grinned. “Although- barging into a woman’s bedroom is a bit suspicious, yeah?” he laughed.

The Alternate Universe // Ramwell

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 12:52:22 -0500

Maxwell didn’t like bars, but the Hogs Head was usually free of students in the evenings. His glass was running low and his mind was foggy- his eyes searched the room for a familiar face before lighting upon Ramsay Blackwood, his coworker and friend. Pushing himself away from the bar he propelled himself towards the man, his fingers fixing his hair as he approached.

“Ramsay!”

His grin could hardly spread wider as he took a seat across from Ramsay, setting his glass on the table before tilting it away from him and examining the layer of liquid and contemplating getting more. He turned his eyes back to Ramsay, saying, “What’re you doing here?”

Finally | Maxwell

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 12:42:06 -0500

elizavetaivankov:

Elizaveta glared hard at Ramsay, grabbing her wand from the bedside table and accio-ing her robe to her, the same robe that Ramsay had pushed from her shoulders the first night he’d ever stepped foot into her rooms. She pushed that thought from her head, trying not to think of such things while Maxwell was with her, in her bed, even. She pulled it on quickly after she untangled herself from Max, wanting her body to be covered from Ramsay and his heated, angry gaze as she stood from the

“It couldn’t wait?” She growled, not waiting for Maxwell to talk to his friend. She pulled the robe closed, tying the belt off before crossing her arms across her chest. She took in his attire once more and wondered how he was going to explain that away.

Maxwell shifted around, looking for his pants and rolling over to put his feet on the ground. He glanced over his shoulder at, “It couldn’t wait?” and raised his eyebrow to Ramsay. He got to his feet and stepped over to Elizaveta, sliding an arm around her waist and kissing her cheek. “I’ll take this as my cue to leave, love?” he asked.

He clapped Ramsay on the shoulder, “What is it you need?” he asked, “Or did you just come to interrupt Eliz and I’s private time?” He laughed, looking between Eliz and Ramsay and feeling the tension in the room. His tongue ran across his lip as he tried to figure out ways to lighten the mood.

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Sat, 03 Mar 2012 01:00:28 -0500

Drabble/Headcanon to come in the morning. JUST LOOK AT THAT...

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 00:52:39 -0500

Drabble/Headcanon to come in the morning.

JUST LOOK AT THAT SMILE.

Maxwell was quite naive in the ways of women during his years at...

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 00:47:40 -0500

Maxwell was quite naive in the ways of women during his years at Durmstrang. He was drawn in by quite a few, but always managed to come on a bit too strong. He had learned to contain himself by the time he met Elizaveta- one of only two women to truly capture his heart.

After the falling out with Ramsay, Maxwell was taken under the...

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 00:42:00 -0500

After the falling out with Ramsay, Maxwell was taken under the wing of an affluent cousin-by-marriage who insisted that Maxwell stay with him over the summer holidays. Maxwell complied.

It was the most awkward two months of his life.

Never spend a holiday with a Frenchman you barely know.

Maxwell’s speech to Natalia before she interrupts him with...

Sat, 03 Mar 2012 00:37:36 -0500

Maxwell’s speech to Natalia before she interrupts him with an invite to dinner. He was caught off guard- having been explaining to her why she frustrated him so completely. He accepted the invitation.

They were married three years later, allowing Maxwell to begin to understand Ramsay’s attraction to Elizaveta. However, he still didn’t forgive the man. The Blackwoods were invited to the wedding- but he didn’t allow them to participate in the ceremony.