oh, death.

only after disaster can we be r e s u r r e c t e d

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luweas:

“We uh, usually keep the windows open.” It was the way that it was. Lucy couldn’t complain and, couldn’t do much about the way that the Cauldron’s infrastructure was noticeably crumbling around them. She ignored it–that’s all she could do. “So, what brings you to London?” The place was empty, she offered him a seat and poured a glass off water, slinging a washcloth over her shoulder.

Rabastan nodded, looking at her as if he wasn’t quite sure he believed her. “Uh-huh,” he replied. He took a seat at the bar, looking at the glass of water for a second before dropping a couple of galleons on the bar. “Got anything stronger?” he asked. He couldn’t believe the state the Leaky Cauldron was in—it used to be a hub of activity. Now, it was like a ghost town. “I was living with my nan up north. She was sick, she died, I came down here.”

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xdominiqueweasleyx:

Dominique squished her mouth up to one corner of her face. Her eyebrows drawn in to a line of concern. She stared at her cards, pretending they were telling her something. “Yeah–I don’t actually know how to play this game. I’ve just been hoping it’ll suddenly come to me.” Without much else to do she asked. “Got any sixes?” 

Rabastan laughed. “You want me to teach you?” he asked, spreading out his winning cards and pointing out how exactly he had won, explaining the rules easily. Rabastan was a teacher at heart—and a really good one at that. In another life, perhaps he would have been a professor at Hogwarts, but hatred had curdled any desire to do good that might have been in his heart. Now, even though he was naturally good at it, he couldn’t think of anything worse than teaching. 

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scorpiusvmalfoy:

“So what made you come back here then?” He hadn’t know or heard of too many of the people his father knew of, at least not ones he didn’t meet himself. There were still names he had heard occasionally from overhearing Draco speak to others whether be at night or when he takes them off alone at the parties. Crowley wasn’t one he had quite remembered. “That would be him. I hope you don’t think he’s a bad guy like everyone else in this city does. Cause he really isn’t all that bad.” He felt like he needed to make that clear, because it seemed most people who had just heard of the Malfoy family only ever heard of their far pasts and not of how they were now.

He shrugged. “I thought I’d give it a try.” Rabastan shook his head. A coward? Maybe. A self-serving idiot? Sometimes. A bad person? Rabastan was not really one who could talk about someone being bad or good. Most people would think that he was bad, if they really got to know him. “I don’t know him that well,” he replied. “My dad knew him, barely,” he replied. “I can’t really pass judgement.” Rabastan took a swig of his drink. “I’ve just been trying to find some people here so I’m not drinking by my fuckin’ self all the time.”

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alessandracxrrows:

Alessandra easily fell back, her head nearly hanging off the end of the bed as she brought Rabastan on top of her. “Prove it.” She whispered, almost angelically, into his ear. Her fingers ran along his jawline as she took in his features again. It’d been years since she saw him, since she felt him— it was like she had to remember every detail of him all over again. There was a chance they could die again, but only if someone killed both of them at the exact same time. And no one could, because no one would know what she did to the both of them. 

Rabastan toppled over with her, completely intoxicated by the sound of her voice. She was everything to him. She was everything he could want, everything he would ever need. Now that they were bound to each other, he was even more enamored with her, and he couldn’t help but want to spend every waking moment with her. They had lost so much time—he had spent so many lonely years without her, so many lonely years without this kind of desire in his life, and he was completely uninterested in any life without her. At least this way, if they died, they would have to die together. He was breathless, speaking into her mouth. “How?”

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scorpiusvmalfoy:

“Wow, I didn’t think appearances changed that much over time.” Something definitely didn’t seem right about the guy, but he wasn’t sure what so he decided to ignore the feeling. “What’s your name then? If you’ve been gone for a long time then I surely don’t know you, but maybe my father does and I may recognize the name. Know anyone by the last name of Malfoy?” He had heard his father mention many names, even ones he wasn’t necessarily supposed to hear while he was sneaking around at night.

Rabastan shrugged. “I don’t know, I was a kid before. And I wasn’t here for very long, I moved up north with my mum and dad,” he said, taking a swig from his drink. “Alistair Crowley. And I think my dad did, but honestly, we haven’t talked to anyone in a long time,” he said, turning to look at Scorpius more fully. “But I hear your dad has got a lot of pull. Your dad’s Draco Malfoy, right?” The last time Rabastan had seen Draco, he was middle-aged and Draco was just a teenager. How things had changed in such a short amount of time—at least, it had felt short. Rabastan couldn’t be certain.

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luweas:

“I’ve been working here for the past like, 5 years.” She shot him daggers, but still smiled, because she was working after all. “So, no, I’m not a student.” She sniffled a bit, shooting him another look, “Are you coming in? If not, close the damn door.” It was getting hot and they were too broke at the moment to afford anything to cool the place down and Lucy was hardly skilled enough to place a long term cooling charm on the place without it snowing.

“I don’t know, it’s not one of my usual haunts,” he said, walking into the place and wrinkling his nose. “Do you not have any air flow in here?” When Rabastan had been young, the first time, the Leaky Cauldron had been the one and only place to be in Diagon Alley—they never had any problems with money for as long as he had been there, but he had no idea how much things had changed since he was young.

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bcllatrlx:

Bellatrix grimaced, looking down at his hand, which now bled from the self-inflicted wound. Twisted bastard. Although, to be fair, Bellatrix had no room to judge. She and Rodolphus had worked often with Rabastan often and they had all worked quite well together in terms of compatibility. “Oh, enough with the savior complex, Rabastan, honestly. I think I’m allowed to be a bit bothered by being brought back from the dead.” Crossing her arms, she scowled. She had fought her fight and Voldemort was gone. There was no reason for her to be back. After a moment of watching him scramble, Bellatrix rolled her eyes at her brother-in-law. “Have you already lost your wand? And you expect to survive in this brave, new world?”

Rabastan rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you want,” he said, giving her a look before snapping his fingers to make his skin knit together. Being brought back from the dead had done something for Rabastan—or maybe it was all the spells he had learned from the spellbook stolen from his family vault. Looking around the kitchen, he found his wand easily and tucked it into his pocket, but not before showing Bellatrix—like he was a petulant little brother wanting to prove her wrong. “Gobshite,” he chastised her, though his voice didn’t carry any venom—he wasn’t angry at her, not really. He never was.

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alessandracxrrows:

As she died, Alessandra remembered thinking it was okay– thinking that he didn’t need to waste his tears. The Dark Lord promised she’d return soon, only she never did. It took her forty-three years to be reunited to her true love. Her fingers ghosted over the sides of his face, wanting to be gentle though a devilish grin grew on her lips as his grip tightened. “I don’t know, Bas. I might slip through your fingers again.” Alessandra mumbled, nails digging into the back of his neck.

Rabastan held her even tighter, some sort of electricity coursing through him and between them. He had never felt so connected to her before. It was exhilarating. That spell had really done wonders not only for the future, but for this moment, right here, between them. That was enough for Rabastan, even if the entire thing turned out to be some stupid joke, even if this was all some fucked up version of Hell waiting for the drop into suffering. “Never,” he replied, kissing her with even more force. “Never again.”

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“Gin.” Rabastan laid his cards out on the table between them in the dimly lit bar, leaning back into the booth where he was sitting with a smirk on his features. “And, I swear, I’m even playing the muggle way. Are you just bad at this game or something?” he teased lightly, his fingers drumming against the seat of the booth for a moment before he raised that hand so he could snap, making the cards shuffle themselves between them. “Another round? Or are you scared?” Rabastan snapped again and the cards started dealing themselves. Rabastan didn’t have friends, but if he did, perhaps Dominique would be one of them. Or, perhaps, Rabastan was too good at pretending to be normal than was good for him.

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alessandracxrrows:

She hated how she still felt cold against him, and it only brought back painful memories of her life slipping from Rabastan’s fingers. Alessandra pulled away, the rush of emotions forming a lump in her throat. “I won’t get away from you this time.” She said softly, moving stray pieces of blonde locks from his face. “I’m sorry.” Alessandra whispered the apology– like she had any doing in what had happened to her. It had been an accident, at least she thought so. An auror hit her and then she got buried with debris after an explosion, and the last thing she ever saw was Rabastan running towards her.

Rabastan had gone completely off the rails when Alessandra died. He didn’t know how he was supposed to handle it. He didn’t know how he was supposed to survive after she died, so he didn’t bother himself with thinking about his own survival. Instead, he only thought about what he could do to get revenge, and the best way to do that was to wreak as much havoc as possible. Now that he had her back, however, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do next. He just knew he’d follow her to the ends of the earth if she asked. He gripped her tighter, tight enough to leave bruises. “Don’t you dare leave again.”

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scorpiusvmalfoy:

Just like any long day, Scorpius had spent his night at the bar just to have a few drinks, nothing too strong though because he never liked the idea of getting drunk, or ever going home drunk. Who knew what his father would say, so he’d drink just enough to help with the stress, but not too much that he couldn’t still make his own decisions or function properly. He was just about to leave though when a person he wasn’t familiar with took a seat beside him and ordered him another drink. His eyes flickered to him for a moment before he turned his full attention to him. “I was actually just about to leave,” he started before looking him over. “But I guess I can stay for one more. Do I know you?”

Rabastan shook his head. “Probably not. I’ve been gone for a while, you see—most people around here don’t recognize me anymore.” Being ‘gone for a while’ was a flimsy excuse for being dead and Rabastan knew that, but usually he could just talk around it and over it until people stopped being concerned with his whereabouts. And, really, people were narcissists and they were more likely to talk about themselves than they were to dwell into someone’s past, and that was the crux of the matter. It didn’t matter what Rabastan said—people were always just waiting until it was their time to speak.

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bcllatrlx:

Bellatrix stood before him, a stoic look in her eyes as she stood tall as ever. Showing her weakness didn’t come naturally. Showing her doubt and frustration did, though. “Why was I brought back into this wretched world?” After a moment, Bellatrix sighed, running a hand through her thick black locks. “You and your lover should have just left me in peace. Now I’m fighting in someone else’s war, yet again. Why couldn’t you lot have just left well enough alone, hm?” Truth be told, she was more confused than anything. More confused about how they brought her back, where this body came from, her surroundings, the people around her. She felt vulnerable and Bellatrix Lestrange and vulnerability did not mesh well together. Like a wild beast, when vulnerable, she tended to lash out.

He pressed his thumb against the knife in his hand hard enough that he could feel it break the skin, his lips pressing into an even tighter line as he looked up at her. “I’m so fucking sorry I brought you back, if it’s bringing you this much grief,” he replied sharply, before looking back down at his hand and at the blood running down his palm before standing up to get something to cover it with from the kitchen in the decrepit house they were staying in for the time being. They had mostly fixed it up, but it was barren—there was nothing there that made it a home. Finally giving up on trying to deal with it the muggle way, he rummaged around for his wand, though he couldn’t, for the life of him, figure out where he had last put it.

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luweas:

Lucy watched from the window, as she waited for her shift to end in 5… 4… 3… 2…1… rather wistfully – the sun was out and everything seemed right in the world. She zoned out on a man who had clearly been up to no good, sparks shooting from the tip of his wand as he pointed up the the sky. Suddenly, there was a torrential downpour and she watched him duck in the doorway, escaping his own nightmarish creation. She pushed the door open. “Hey, asshole. Thanks for ruining my entire fucking evening.”

Rabastan looked her over. “You don’t know a drying charm?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “Are you still a student or something? Because in that case, you can just walk home wet and think about how you shouldn’t be in a pub anyway.” He leaned against the doorway, a crooked smirk on his features. He got too much joy out of antagonizing others, he knew that, but it was much more interesting than anything else that was going on in his life for the time being. Biding their time was not the way Rabastan wanted to spend his resurrection.

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Rabastan couldn’t help but grip at her tightly, as if he was afraid that she was going to slip away again—Rabastan worried sometimes that this was all a dream, that he would wake up in Azkaban once again, that this last vestige of hope in his mind would be slowly drained away by the dementors that still haunted his worst nightmares. But he was here and this was real—he could feel the heat of the light burning through his ribs as they kissed, sealing the bond, making them completely bound to each other. Golden fingers came up to grip at her jaw, and he grinned against her lips. “I’m yours.”

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Rabastan gently created wisps of clouds from the tip of his wand, a spell of his own design, from the roof of the Leaky Cauldron. It only took a moment for the clouds to unleash a downpour on the pedestrians below, and he couldn’t help but laugh at the confusion on their faces when they looked up at the clouds. When someone caught him, however, he immediately ducked down—the last thing he needed was undue attention, but, shit, he needed to do something to keep his mind occupied. 

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Rab would recognize the Malfoy boy anywhere. Even with the generational gap, there was something about him that was unmistakably Lucius. Rabastan didn’t know how to approach, if only because he wasn’t sure where the boy’s loyalties lie, so he had been following him subtly for the past few weeks, not really paying too much attention, but just enough to know when he’d be able to slide in and properly suss him out. At the bar that night, he found the perfect opportunity. He stood, leaning against the bar next to Scorpius before he gestured at the bartender. “Firewhiskey for me and another of whatever he’s having for him.”

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