Hungry like the wolf.

Straddle the line in discord and rhyme I'm on the hunt down I'm after you Mouth is alive with juices like wine And I'm hungry like the wolf Randolph Lestrange. Pureblood. Beater. Gryffindor.

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natetravers:

“I always have a point, Randy Pandy,” Nate rolled his eyes and sighed. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, you’ll never know for sure,” he chuckled. “It’ makes my heart fill up with warmth to know how you really feel about me,” he cooed and then let out a dramatic sigh. “If you tell Dom, I’ll kill you before he gets a chance to kill me.”

“Wow. Call me that again and I’ll punch you.” He mused with a laugh. “I also don’t suppose I care enough to find out.” Rand stated before shrugging. “I won’t tell him. Not when I know what it’s like to date someone others won’t be happy about.”

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ava-bxll:

“You don’t give yourself enough credit” she sighed and accepted the bottle, taking a few swigs from it. Her eyes softened looking at him “Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it, I’ve seen what it does to people. Besides, it’s Aoife that will need that warning”

“Guess that’s why I keep you around.” He said with a laugh. “Oh, so you’re above it then? Tell me, Ava. Have you ever been in love?”

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natetravers:

“Fake it, ‘till you make it,” he shrugged his shoulders and grabbed the bottle, swatting lightly at Rand’s hand. “If we’re not fucking, no touching my hair.” He groaned when Rand brought up Darcy, already wondering who to kill for their lack of discretion. “It’s nice of you to assume that I’m not an idiot on a daily basis, maybe I should just be dating you instead,” he mumbled and took a swig from the bottle. “Who told you?”

“I suppose you have a point.” Rolling his eyes at the other. “You love it and don’t even try to deny it.” Rand cocked a brow as the other spoke once more. “That’s because you’re not, regardless of the fact I call you one.” He couldn’t help but laugh. “No one had to tell me. I’ve seen you two in a room together and your reaction says it all.”

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trashcanhenry:

“Yeah, I do believe you were here first… do you live here or what?” he asked as he tried to hop onto a bar stool but the tall stool proved to be a bigger enemy than tiny, drunk Henry anticipated. But he finally succeeded and looked at Randolph with a triumphant grin. “No problem. Just don’t think I did it because I want to fuck you,” he grumbled and drank the contents of his own glass in one go.

“I live here. Clearly.” Randolph’s first instinct was to help the other but he knew it would be rebuffed. “You hate me, so no, that wasn’t my first thought.” As he began sipping on his drink, eying the other downing his own. “You sure you don’t want to slow down?”

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trashcanhenry:

Henry was a mess and that was not a secret. Nor was it a surprise. Who wouldn’t be a mess after they’ve gotten dumped without a single world? So there he was, in a bar not that away from his flat, already quite tipsy. He made his way towards the bar to order another drink when he spotted Randolph not too far away. “For fuck’s sake!” he groaned. “You’re following me on the Quidditch field, you’re following me here, are you stalking me or what, Lestrange?” he let out an exasperated sigh before ordering his drink at the bar. “And whatever the fuck he wants, it’s on me,” he added, pointing at Rand.

@lestrcnger

He’d gone to the bar to feel better. That’s where some of his best memories were. It’s where he’d met Lily. He’d just begun to flirt with the bartender when he heard an all too familiar voice. He’d barely opened his mouth to say something when Henry was ordering him another drink. Astounded, he made his way towards the other. “Erm... no I’m not. And I do believe I was here first. Thanks for the drink.”

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natetravers:

“Nothing is beyond fixing,” he hummed and tilted his head to the side. “Oh? Too much?” he chuckled. “We can get drunk instead and fuck each other’s brains out and never talk about it again, sounds better? Or we don’t have to do anything, it’s your choice.”

“You sound so sure.” He mused, running a hand through Nate’s hair. “Let’s get drunk and see what happens. Someone told me you turn into a complete idiot around none other than little Darcy Dolohov-Greengrass.”

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fairchildpuff:

Mercer had done a good job of not staring, but involuntarily glanced to Rand’s chest when attention was directed to it. He immediately rolled his eyes. “You should, but that’s not going to stop you from getting sick at this point.”

Rand couldn’t help but grin as the other’s gaze dropped. To say he wasn’t pleased would’ve been a lie. “If I get sick that just means more time to reflect on my thoughts.”

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fairchildpuff:

“You should’ve.” He agreed, almost chuckling. He found that somewhat sad, as he listened. “There’s more to life than Quidditch.” Even if it was the career he and many others would jump for, life was so much greater. “Good, we get to head back early then.” 

“You’re right. I’m still learning that.” He replied with a grin before running a hand through his hair. “Guess you’re right... and I should probably put a shirt back on.”

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ava-bxll:

“What kind of friend would I be if I wasn’t with you every step of the way?” she laughed at his eagerness for drinking and let him pull her along behind him “Hmmm…such a hard choice. How can I ever decide?” she joked “I think I’ll have to go with firewhisky”

“The kind of friend I am.” He mused before laughing. “Here you go.” Rand handed over the bottle before moving to make himself comfortable. After downing more than he should’ve on one go, he looked over towards Ava. “Don’t ever fall in love.”

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fairchildpuff:

“Of course I mean it.” The smile remained on his face because it was a good thing that Rand was communicating with his parents, that was important. “You should be proud of yourself, too.” Sorry wasn’t something he normally heard from the other, but he merely shook his head with a slight shrug as if to silently say it’s okay.

“I should’ve known that.” He said with a laugh. “I... I am? It’s just weird. To be proud of myself for something that isn’t quidditch. I’ve been so focused on it for so long.” He smiled at Mercer’s reaction. “Looks like I was wrong. Practice might actually be over.”

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natetravers:

“Since when you are a feelings expert, huh?” he asked and rose his brow. “Oh I don’t know, I was thinking something along the lines of sweet love making where you whisper sweet nothings into my ear and I  blush and giggle all the time and then we cuddle and kiss for the rest of the evening,” he mused with an eye roll.

“Since I fucked mine beyond fixing.” He mused, looking the other over before running his hands through Nate’s hair. “I know you’re joking but I’m not even sure I want to do this anymore.”

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ava-bxll:

“Well how can I disagree with that?” she smiled and grabbed her bag “Alright, lets go drink ourselves into an oblivion”

“Knew I could count on you.” He mused, grabbing her hand and pulling her after him with a wicked grin. When they got to where they were going he paused to produce a couple of bottles of firewhisky. “Uh... firewhisky or firewhisky?”

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fairchildpuff:

With a deep inhale, his gaze stayed on the other while listening. “I’m so glad to hear that.” His eyes slightly widened and a genuine smile played on his lips. “That’s truly amazing, I’m so proud of you.” He meant it, even though a part of him couldn’t help feeling a tad envious. He’d never have that with his parents, but he was happy for Rand.

“You mean it?” He bit his lip, keeping his gaze on Mercer. He felt a little giddy at the other’s response and he couldn’t exactly figure out why. “Thanks.” He reached out and squeezed the other’s shoulder before immediately pulling his hand away. “Sorry.”

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fairchildpuff:

He was relieved that the other didn’t push it. Had they not had practice, Mercer wouldn’t be talking to him at all, not yet at least. Only time could ease the way he felt. His head tilted to the side as he looked at Rand, but he said nothing for a moment. “So…what’s new with you?” No matter what, he still cared about Rand’s wellbeing.

Rand had to bite his lip from saying Other than us breaking things off? “Not much. I’m doing better. Things were a bit touch and go but I’m good. Focused on my studies. Sent a letter home to the folks about how I’m living my life now. Dad wasn’t too pleased but mum just wanted me to be happy.”

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natetravers:

“Don’t belittle my break up, a break up is a breakup. If you broke up our friendship I’d be equally devastated,” he rolled his eyes. “Mhm, that we did and then you denied it ever happened for twenty thousand years,” he mused as he started trailing kisses down Rand’s neck, nipping lightly at the skin. “So what’s it going to be like this time?”

“It’s not the same when the feelings aren’t there.” He replied softly. Randolph leaned into the other’s kisses. “I won’t deny anything. What do you want it to be like?”

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fairchildpuff:

“I just need some time…and then I will, Randolph.” Mercer finally admitted. He still didn’t have a problem being that honest, even if it ended up hurting him the last time. “You do. That’s true…except I won’t snap at you for it.” Between the dance and their texts, he wasn’t sure why Rand kept talking to him. Sooner or later Mercer knew he’d say something to upset him again. Or communication would hit another wall. The blond wanted to avoid that, even if it meant avoiding Rand for a while.

“Then time is what you shall have.” He ran a hand through his hair letting out a laugh. “Fair enough. You were always more levelheaded than I.” Truth of the matter was, Mercer had been good for Rand and much like everything else in his life... Rand had been bad for Mercer. “I’m glad for that.”

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fairchildpuff:

He was silent, the truth getting stuck in his throat. Did he want to reach out when he was free…not really. Things were different. Rand went from someone he was excited to be around to someone he wasn’t compatible with. Maybe it had always been the later, but it took him this long to see it. “…I will.” He softly spoke up, remembering to be kind. “You say that a lot.” 

“Sure you will.” There was still a smile on his face but he knew that it’d be harder than ever to get anywhere with him. “Do I?” He knew he did but it was weird for the tables to have turned on their conversation. “It’s kind of funny, us switching spots. You know... I’m usually the one to say that you say something alot.”