freddie zabini

[candiedscul]

location: honeydukes storefront

time: between time marauders are kidnapped and ro finds out

closed for @poisoned–lips

ambrosia was fine with the closed sign hanging in front of the window, even though it was noon. the blinds and a crooked prohibition poster still hung in the window, but she hadn’t had the motivation to tear it down. it just mocked her from her perch on the stool as she got half way through making some chocolate turtles. it was always half-way through, which was a shame.

a shadow loomed in front of the door, a small but sure one. ambrosia hopped off her stool and made her way around the counter, haphazardly brushing her fingers through her hair and trying to wipe the sleep away that seemed to be a staple in her appearance. turning the lock and peeking out the door, her droopy eyes squinted. “i’m sorry,” she said lazily. “but we’re clos- oh.” her rehearsed line came to a halt. “what could you possibly need?”

[poisoned--lips]

Freddie wasn’t quite sure what brought her to the shop today. It hasn’t been in her plan, but walking past it, the closed sign had caught her eye. She was certain it was late end enough in the day that the store should be open, and she could see movement inside.Her approaching the door could be blamed on her curiosity, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she was just attempting to make an excuse to see Ro. They hadn’t run in the same circles in years, and Freddie had been leery about having the other woman in her life for just as long, but yet, here she was, standing face to face with her once closest friend. “Can’t a girl try to buy some chocolates?” she drawled, not bothering to try and dull the sharp edge in her voice. “One would think a candy shop would be open by now, but clearly not.”

[poisoned--lips]

marlenemckinno-n‌:

Marlene hadn’t come to the Swish n’ Flick with a plan that night; perhaps she just wanted to show her face so the Prewetts didn’t start to forget about her. Her nights, instead, had been spent at the Boulevardier. It wasn’t hard to catch Mary after the show, and she was fond of the neutral club’s atmosphere. However, she couldn’t help but smile as her friend sat down beside her, a drink appearing beside her. At the accusation, however, she could feel her cheeks turning pink. “It’s nice to get a change of scenery every once in a while, you know? And Frank’s not usually glaring at me from across the bar,” she said with a laugh before taking a drink. “How have you been, Freddie?”

“Scenery?” Freddie asked with a snort, “Is that what you’re calling your infatuation with that singer now?” Her tone was teasing, warmer than it usually was when she spoke. Marlene was one of the Prewetts, and therefor someone Freddie gave a shit about. The other woman was someone Freddie felt at ease around, a rarity in these days. “Frank’s always in a bad mood, don’t let him bother you,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “But I’ve been alright-bored, if I’m honest. Hasn’t been much going on lately.”

[poisoned--lips]

lcvehurtz‌:

grizel was usually torn between working lunches and lunch on the go, and today is was the later. she had her haphazardly thrown together sandwich wrapped in a cloth and was lucky enough to hold on to it tightly as someone shouldered past her. “may i ask what your prob-” grizel began, only taking a few moments to realize exactly who she had run into. a cold feeling creeped its way up her spine. “oh. nevermind. i see exactly what the problem is.” she straightened up a bit. 

Freddie could see the moment that Grizel realized who exactly had bumped into her. The two had been friends, once, though she forced those feelings down the moment Grizel had left, unwilling to feel anything kinder than resentment towards the woman in front of her. “Oh, spotted your reflection, have you?” she asked, her tone cool as she spoke the words.

[poisoned--lips]

where: swish n flick who: @marlenemckinno-n

Freddie ordered a drink for herself, adding a second to her order only as her eyes landed on Marlene across the room. Drinks in either hand, she navigated the room and it’s crowd with easy, placing a drink in front of her friend and slipping into the open seat next to her. “Thought I’d never see you here again, what with all the time you’ve been spending at the Boulevardier,” Freddie teased as she took a sip of her drink.

[poisoned--lips]

where: central park

who: @conquered-x

It was a beautiful summer’s day, Freddie had to admit. The sun felt wonderful on her face as she tilted her head back to let it better kiss her skin. She was content, enjoying one of the first days of true summer at the park, this morning’s paper discarded next to her on the bench as she took in the day. She couldn’t help but glance around her, looking at who else had taken advantage of today when Freddie spotted a familiar face. “Vin!” she called out, waving him over. Freddie was the first to admit she only got along with Vin because of his marriage to her friend, but she saw Seraphina far too infrequently to not make nice with her husband when the chance arose. “How are you?”

[poisoned--lips]

⚰ ( from molly )

⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar

The Prewetts had become Freddie’s home shortly after their paths had crossed. She still mourned for Gideon, still missed him every day, but she was getting better. She was healing. Knowing that soon she would lose another piece of her home, that the woman who ran the Prewetts and kept everything together was dying was unfathomable to Freddie. The world was a hard enough place to get by in. What would they do without Molly?

[crownedglcry-blog]

takexshelter‌:

SEND ME A SYMBOL FOR ANGST;

☔: my muses reaction to opening their front door and seeing yours drenched in rain

⚡: how my muse calms yours in a lightening storm while they’re pulled over on the side of the road

☆: my muse comforting yours while they get a tattoo

☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse

☯: what my muse says to yours after they haven’t spoken for five hours since a fight

✏: my muse’s letter to yours that they left after they passed away

⚰: my muse’s reaction to watching yours die from afar

✿: my muse’s reaction to leaving a cut on your muse’s body

♒: my muse’s reaction to finding your muse bruised and beaten on their doorstep

⚈: my muse’s reaction to finding drugs in your muse’s handbag

✺: my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club

☠: my muse’s reaction to being told that your muse is missing, and presumed dead

☺: my muse finding yours on the side of the road, hours away from home

✖: the last thing my muse says to yours before leaving for good

⌛: the voicemail my muse leaves on your phone when your muse hasn’t been heard from for the fifth night this week

☕: my muse comforting yours after the death of a loved one

⚱: my muse’s reaction to waking up to yours muse, beaten by mine, but my muse has no recollection of the night before

☉: my muse’s reaction to finding yours in a public bathroom, drugged and almost unconscious

SPECIFY WHICH MUSE ON MINE AND YOUR BEHALF

[poisoned--lips]

unpredictble‌:

barty watched the woman, before digging into his pockets and procuring the book of matches that the held there. cigarette between his lips, he lit the match and subsequently lit the cigarette. dropping them back into his pocket, he stepped back, expecting her to continue on her way. “awfully late for a midnight stroll, don’t you think?” he asked. there was no chance that any one up at this hour was actually out and about with no reason to be.  

She offered a polite thank you to the man as he lit her cigarette, taking a careful drag. It was tradition more than anything, to have a smoke after a job, and she did try hard not to indulge in the habit too often. “What can I say?” Freddie responded to his question with a tone just a hair above dismissive, “I’ve always been a bit of a night owl.” She eyed him carefully, committing his face to memory after she was certain they hadn’t crossed paths before. “Besides, I’m not the only one out this late,” Freddie raised an eyebrow as she pointed out the obvious.

[filmgifs]

Charlie’s Angels (2000) dir. McG

[poisoned--lips]

where: a street corner near where grizel works

who: @lcvehurtz

when: lunch time

Freddie wasn’t sure what drew her to this part of the city, wasn’t sure how she ended up with Grizel in her path. It had been months since she had seen the other woman, and the sting of what Freddie perceived as betrayal cut deep as she took in the other woman’s appearance. “Oops,” she said as she rammed her shoulder into Grizel as she walked past, “how clumsy of me.”

[poisoned--lips]

where: seraphina and vin’s home

when: sometime in january

who: @s-crabbe

Freddie knocked firmly on the door of her friend’s new home, her first visit since Seraphina had joined her in married life. She wasn’t fond of the man, for the little she knew him-he was a cop, how could she be okay with that-but Seraphina was her oldest friend, and one of the few people she truly cared about.  “Seraphina! she exclaimed, once her friend was in her sight. Freddie hugged her, gently, leading the pair over to a place to sit. “It’s been far too long, my friend, and such an exciting few months for you! Are you adjusting alright to married life? Oh, here, I have something for you,” Freddie said, reaching into the bag she had brought with her for two carefully wrapped gifts. One for the baby, a butter yellow blanket she had embroidered, and another for Seraphina, a box of the finest chocolates that could be found in New York.

[unpredictble]

status: open to anyone when: may 1925, late where: alleyway near barty’s office

the streetlight flickered above him as barty stepped out onto the street, closing the door to the shop behind him. it’s been a good cover so far, using this idea of a small bookstore as a way to cover up for the real goings on that happen behind closed doors. more importantly, it keeps the law enforcement as well as anyone familiar with his father from being nosy. seems to be that wherever possible, his reputation precedes him.

tugging a cigarette out from the small carton, he lights it before pacing a little bit, taking a slow drag from it. there’s really no one else out at this time of night, at least not as far as he can. which is why it’s clear when someone else is approaching him. “i’m going to assume there’s a reason that you’ve come all the way out here,” he asks without looking over his shoulder, hearing the person approaching before he even bothers to check. barty takes another huff on his cigarette, blowing the smoke out as he slowly turns, smirking as he does. he taps the cigarette with his index finger, taking another quick draw from it, before he tosses it to the ground and stamps it out with the heel of his shoe. “little late for a visit, you know. there’s business hours for a reason,” he points out, before taking a step forward and crossing his arms over his chest. “so this better be worth my time.” 

[poisoned--lips]

Freddie rolled her eyes at the man’s presumption, only barely refraining from scoffing. “I’m not actually looking for you, for business or otherwise,” she said with a hint of disdain coloring her voice. She was on her way back from a job, and she had been searching for a light for her cigarette after realizing she was out of matches. “But do a girl a favor, would you? I was hoping for a light,” she said, tone turning almost sickly sweet.

[poisoned--lips]

You can read all about Winifred “Freddie” Eudora Zabini below the cut

(abuse tw, murder tw, minor gore tw, violence tw)

Your childhood was a gilded cage, one where you wanted for nothing but freedom, where you were on display but never really seen. It was one of violence, with a father who’s temper always won out over his patience. You learned young that it was safest to stay quiet, stay in the background and try and keep out of his reach. Your mother always took the brunt of the damage, doing what she could to protect you from the monster that lived down the hall.

You could recall makeup covered bruises when you had to make an appearance at some event, or the countless times you or your mother were simply “too ill” and you sent ahead excuses instead of your presence to the latest party. It was a balancing act, but your mother managed to keep up appearances for the family for years. It wasn’t until you were 16 that things shifted. The details are fuzzy-your head hit the edge of the table, hard, when you got between your mother and father during a particular nasty fight. You woke up on the ground, head aching, a puddle of blood staining the hardwood. “Clean it up,” your father had said, through a pile of rags in your direction. You didn’t know what was happening, and all you wanted was your mother.

But you would never see your mother again.

Two years later, you knew you would do anything it took to get out of your house. You were 18 and you were scared that you wouldn’t live to see another birthday if you didn’t leave. Options were limited, so you struck a deal with Herbert Burke. You would become his wife, and he would gain the connections you had through your family name, and you would gain a safe place to spend your days and nights.

And it was fine, those first few years. The two of you got on well enough, though it was never love. It could have been worse, and you were grateful for that. But mostly, you were grateful that he brought you into the Prewetts. You hadn’t expected that, or them, but you can’t imagine a world without them now. They’re your family, in all but blood, and they’re the ones who gave you a home for the first time since your mother died. You were a loyal person, to a fault, really, and you knew early on that there was nothing you wouldn’t do for them.

So when you found out the man you married wasn’t truly loyal to the Prewetts, but to the Death Eaters, you saw your whole world threatened. You did what you had to do to protect those you cared about.

It was sad, the way he died, an allergic reaction to a spider bite while grabbing something from the attic of your home. You were heart broken, truly, to be widowed so young.

But you carried on, the best you could. You wore black, you mourned, you were every bit the grieving widow.

However, a woman your age with your status couldn’t stay unmarried-so when the time came, you found a new husband. You met him through the Prewetts, the only reason you considered his offer when he proposed. He was a nice enough man, and he travelled more often than not. He afforded you all the protection having a husband gave to a woman, without any of the needless baggage. It would for you.

Things were fine, until Gideon was killed. The combination of his death and Molly’s decidedly lack of interest in finding out who was responsible cut you deep. You were hurting, more than you had in years, and you didn’t know what to do with that.

[cthylle]

ok yes i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly

[ohmybollywood]

[alternative-queens]

nightmare | halsey

[tls123]

and she can kiss a man or slit his throat.

 a storm of swords, george r. r. martin (via rhodestark)