#bigbadcrabbe

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*music note* :)

Contagious Chemistry - You Me At Six 

If I could have a minute pleaseThen I'd bring you to your kneesThis contagious chemistry is killing meOh you'll never disappearUntil I give permission dear

Hello, I love you - The Doors

Hello, I love you. Won't you tell me your name?

Murder -  Justin Timberlake

Cause everything below your neck killin' everything nextIt's murder, murderYou say I need to watch out, something might go down, goodI really wanna take this under the ground, under the ground

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Seduce

He was too old for her, she knew he was but she didn’t care too much that night. Avitus had his wicked way with her just an hour or so before and he was brutal. She knew if it were not for the masking charms there would be welts across her back and her sharp cheekbones would be stained delicate shades of black and blue. She wasn’t sure what it was about this time that was so much worse than all the others, but there was something, something that made it nearly intolerable. And so the witch did the only thing she could, find distraction. 

He was handsome, and there was pure power in his body. She liked it, but if she were to be honest that evening anyone would have done. She wasn’t quite sure which one of them had really seduced the other, though she suspect herself to be the culprit but now it didn’t matter as he tore the hem of her green dress, a low growl leaving his throat when she was revealed to him, devoid of any knickers. Hoisting her up Crabbe pressed her hard into the wall and in return Alecto pressed against him, rocking her hips, so small in his grip but never the less the man obliged,  pushing into her, hard and fast as a cry left her lips and her head fell back, those lovely sapphire eyes that caught his attention falling closed. This was not love, nor was it truly lust, it was distraction and that is why Alecto found that for months after their little encounter she favored the man; because he had given her the sweetest gift of amnesia, at least for a little while.

[edgarbonesknows]

Didn't Know if it was Day or Night || Prompt 1 || Edgar & Alecto & Vincent || February 14th, 1979

Date: February 14th, 1979 Time: 1:00pm Location: Diagon Alley

There were a few unfortunate consequences to fighting a werewolf, he discovered. One of them was the sudden need for healing potions to help with the wounds that would no doubt leave scars. Another was an angry wife who he was currently arguing with to let him leave the house to buy said potions.

“We were going to spend the day together and now you suddenly have to go out? Why should I let you out of the house ever again!? Give me one good reason!” Rommie was standing arms akimbo as he hovered by the door doing up his jacket carefully. It wasn’t as though he wanted to leave the house. He was quite content to stay at home and lounge around all day, but they needed more potions for the both of them and he didn’t want to put it off any longer.

“It will take me two minutes, I promise. I’ll be fine! You’ve always hated valentines day anyway…” This was the wrong thing to say.

His wife stepped forwards with the dangerous look in her eye that had him backing away into the door with a wince. “It’s not about fucking valentines day,” she spat. “I wanted to spend a nice, quiet day together. Every time you step out that door you do something stupid, so can you leave it for one day and stay at home! You don’t always have to be on the move, you shouldn’t be on the move right now. Relax, for fuck’s sake!”

“Ten minutes,” he said quietly. “I need to get your potions, you haven’t had them in a while, and I need to get … my stuff. I won’t let anything distract me, okay. Even if the place explodes I’ll come right home.”

Rommie groaned in frustration and lifted her hand. For a second he was convinced she would slap him and braced himself, but when she touched his cheek it was a surprisingly gentle gesture. “Fine. But only ten minutes. If you take any longer I’ll assume you’re dead and come find your corpse so I can bring you back to life and kill you myself.” Heaving a sigh she rolled her eyes. “Merlin’s tits, why can’t I ever say no to you?”

Edgar grinned sheepishly. “Because I’m adorable?” he asked innocently.

This earned him a playful slap as she shoved him out the door. “Just hurry up before I change my mind.”

Trying to be as quick as he could he apparated just outside of the Leaky Cauldron and hurried through the alley towards the apothecary. Truthfully he wanted to get this over with quickly. He was tired and hurt, but like he had promised he wouldn’t take very long.

As he approached the building he first noticed that people were acting oddly. This would normally put him on guard but the odd behaviour seemed harmless enough, especially considering it was valentines day. There were couples hooking up in corners and people shouting out names, but not in worry or concern. As he walked further he started to feel his curiosity and concern slip away. Suddenly a giddiness was building in his chest and making him long for something.

Soon enough he found that he was no longer focused on potions or returning home, in fact he had completely forgotten about all of that. Walking forwards, he kept going past the apothecary, further and further down the street, searching for something to ease the longing in his heart. It didn’t take him long to spot her, with a young face and a beautiful sheet of long red hair. It was always the hair, wasn’t it. Forgetting his children, forgetting his pregnant wife and the task he had left he cosy house to do, he instead stepped forwards towards the amazing girl with her vibrant hair. She was the only thing on his mind now. Reaching out without care or thought, he grabbed a strand of her hair and let it flow softly through his fingers. “You’re so beautiful,” he muttered quietly. “What’s your name?”

[burbage-between-worlds]

♧, ♖, ♠

 ♠ for what my character thinks of yours in three words

Irresistible. Oblivious. Frustrating.

♧ for my character’s reaction if your character were to express romantic interest in my character

She didn’t let him finish. She probably should have. In hind sight that would have been the proper thing to do, but she felt like she’d been waiting forever for him to finally say it. So the moment the words finally tumbled from those lips that could be sensual one moment and forbidding in the next, she pushed up on tip toe, speared her fingers into his hair and tugged his head down, meeting him half way. When he didn’t respond immediately (whether in shock or just uncertain she couldn’t tell) she curled her hand a little tighter into her hair and whispered against his lips,"Thank Merlin, I was beginning to think I’d have to show up at your door in nothing but a trench coat and high heels for you to get the picture.”

Not that she was brave enough for such an action, but the idea had certainly spawned its fair share of heated fantasies, most of which had ended with him finally dealing with her pesky virginity, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. She licked her lips, aquamarine eyes flickering to his, a faint smile curving her lips. She knew it was all wrong, and it was dangerous, but she didn’t care. It had always been him, and now the wait was over…at long last.

♖ for a hastily written ‘good-bye’ letter from my character to yours

Vincent,

I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you wanted me to be. I thought about it. For you it was almost worth it, but in the end it was a decision that never would have been true to myself. There’s nowhere safe in London. Not for me. I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to come back—not with—well you know.

I hope you find what you were looking for.

Love Always,

Charity

[exabundanticautela]

❖

my character’s personal thoughts about yours

The Third. Crabbe, Vincent. Twenty-eight. Former snake, now works at Gaudium Toys, apparently as a toy maker.

Stop laughing.

Lot to be said about a man who remembers titles like “the Third” when introducing himself. (Nothing positive.) Crabbe isn’t a bad name according to Pureblood directories, close enough not to be looked down upon but not quite good enough to be considered Sacred. Interesting that they don’t have enough money to keep eldest son from making toys for a living.

No solid proof of loyalties, doesn’t take a genius to guess which way he leans. Have to direct that ambition somewhere.

Didn’t seem to like my story one bit.

[layered-in-lies]

♠, ♔, ♣

Send me a ♠ for what my character thinks of yours in three words

Goliath. Asshole. Powerful.

Send me a ♔ for a word that I think sums up our character’s relationship

Combative

Send me a ♣ for my characters thoughts during any general conversation between your and my character

See, its not all about smarts. He's not the most intelligent asshole in the bunch but people still listen to him.

How does James not see what he is? I don't get it. Probably just because he's pretty to look at. Yeah that's right. Pretty. What ya going to--fuck he's looking this way...

[burbage-between-worlds]

As the World Falls Down || Vincent & Charity || January 20th, 1979

January 20th, 1979

Charity’s Flat

“Come on Bruno.” Clambering up from the rock she’d been resting on while the corgi pup played in the snow, she shivered and unwound his leash. When the pup ignored her, she closed her eyes praying for patience and repeated herself, adding a little more sternness to her voice so the dog would know she was serious. When Bruno bounded up to her she squatted down and carefully secured the leash.

The walk back to her flat was relatively uneventful. She ran across a few couples that recognized her from the Prophet. One witch went so far as to escort her son to the other side of the street while another actually sniffed in her direction and minced past. Really? She glanced down at Bruno who looked equally unimpressed and shook her head.

By the time she made it back, she was freezing, her toes numb from the cold and her fingers not much better. Pausing in the kitchen she took a moment to run a drying spell over Bruno so he stayed warm and dry, and then she set about divesting herself of her heavy boots and coat. She checked her fireplace, but she knew from the chill in her digits that she wasn’t going to get warm that way so she finally disappeared into her bathroom and stood under the hot water until her protesting skin finally warmed even if the chill never left her bones.

The closest she’d come to warmth had been that random night when she’d gone home with Fabian Prewett, and she’d not let herself repeat the incident no matter how tempting. When she finally climbed out, her creamy skin was lobster red from the sting of the water, but she ignored it wrapping up in a heavy towel before she set about drying her hair. When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she slipped into a giant fuzzy bathrobe and the white kitten slippers Arabella had gotten her one Christmas a few years back.

She smiled faintly when Bruno attached them before she moved into the kitchen to peer into her fridge, but she wasn’t really hungry so she opted for the bottle of wine again. She was turning into an alcoholic and she couldn’t even bring herself to care because the world already thought far worse about her anyway. Filling a tall glass with wine, she set the bottle on the counter and padded into the living room, settling herself on the couch before dragging a thick book on herbology she’d been working through for the last few weeks.  The words danced on the page, letters mixing to form new sentences that had nothing to do with plants. Her finger danced over the page and they gave her a merry chase. Come back. Take me with you. The melted off the page…

Someone was knocking at the door.

She jumped almost spilling the remnants of her wine—Merlin did I drink all of it? She wasn’t fast enough to save the book. Sighing she hauled it back up and closed it awkwardly before shifting her feet off the couch much to a sleeping Bruno’s dismay. Pins and needles danced up and down her legs and she wobbled. There was another knock, though it wasn’t as certain and her heart lurched into her throat. Maybe it was Arabella! Ignoring her protesting legs, she yanked her robe a little tighter around her body and foolishly hauled the door open without checking.

Foolishly because it was not Arabella on the other side. It was…

“Vincent?” She blinked up at him in surprise, not even sure of what to say. When a cold draft stole in through the door to wrap around her, she shook herself and took a hasty step back, waving him in, and shutting the door just as quickly. “Is everything alright?” She asked unable to fathom why he would be there unless something awful had happen.

[mybellatrixleweird]

[Crimson adventures] Crabbe & Bellatrix {convo}

                                                   "Don't stop." she said with a slight pout. The man had stopped screaming and her face turned into a grimace of annoyance. She was still clutching her wand in one hand, while her other hand was completely wet with blood that was now dripping onto the floor. "That's not very nice." she said moving in closer and hitting him again, but he made no noise which only angered her more. "If you were a nice little boy I would have killed you already. But you don't play nice. Why aren't you screaming?" she yelled out, her voice a mixture of manic anger and a growling noise.

                                             "Why is he being so difficult?" her voice was now more reminiscent of a stubborn child as she addressed Crabbe. "It's not fair, none of them last long enough. Don't you think?"