VINDICTA

Fenrir Greyback • Werewolf • Neutral • Death Eater Ally

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Her pace would be matched, his breath hitching for a moment at the memories which threatened to ruining everything---that slow ease allowing them to creep across his mind, faces mingling with others---a set of eyes which should not have been there staring back at him as his would open. He couldn’t have it. He couldn’t allow himself to remember. Fenrir’s lips went back to hers as his hand released her hip, her weight held by the force of his against her own---and the legs which wrapped around his waist, hand moving down her frame in search of something to get things moving---a distraction. The edge of her pants---her panties. 

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dvlohov:

He’d almost gotten away with it. For a moment, he genuinely believed he’d be able to simply stalk away, feeling as if he’d gotten the last word. Then he heard the footsteps. Antonin didn’t try to get away from Fenrir, letting himself be dragged back to face the taller man. “Someone’s touchy.” He wasn’t smirking, for once. “That time of the month?” 

He pressed Antonin further into the harsh and bitter bite of the wall, hold growing tighter upon the other’s shirt as they would speak, “Always so fuckin’ funny ain’t yeah,” he growled, “But get it straight little man, I own you.”

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mrsdaisyhookum:

Daisy laughed at the man, though moments later she realized that maybe he wasn’t joking. Reaching into her basket she grabbed one of the freshly baked muffins she got from the bakery. “Muffin? A peace offering for the hug.” Daisy smiled up at the man, “I promise no more hugs. Next time I will greet you with a punch to the face.” 

He stared as she moved, the offering having his brow rising further, “A muffin,” he echoed, not really believing her for a moment, “Fuck it alright,” he would say after a long pause taking the muffin and taking a bite. “Good. We’ve sorted that.”

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mrsdaisyhookum:

Daisy laughed uncomfortable, the man seemed so menacing but that never stopped Daisy from approaching or talking to people. She was tiny but fearless in her endeavors. And she was sure he was probably a bit more friendly around those he knew. “No. I mean people think we are cousin or sisters cause when we were kids were attached at the hip in school. But alas I am not that lucky she is just a friend. Are you…are you friends with her?” 

He blinked at her, that wordy explanation hurting his head, as he would frown, “That explains it...” he told her gruffly, hands finding his pockets as he would shrug his shoulders at her question, “I put up with her.”

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He would have laughed had her pace not have worked, her deliberate action giving him a taste of his own medicine as he would lean into her touches. Pelvis lifted towards that hand as his mouth battled with her own. Teeth and tongues---lips detached only to find their way to her throat once more. 

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mrsdaisyhookum:

“Then you’re 0 for one. I ruined your streak.” Daisy smiled and laugh, but shook her head and stopped as not wanting to be rude to her new acquaintance. “You remind me of my grandmother.” Her mouth plopped open, “Not in size or…” Daisy went to reach out to touch the man’s arm but immediately decided against it and dropped it to her side. “Muscle. She also is not big on hugging.”

His features remained immobile, “Funny,” he would say, clipped and filled with sarcasm, as she would continue to speak. Green eyes darted to the rising of her hand, a single brow arched as she would pull it away, “You related to that bird, Tilden or somethin’?” 

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mrsdaisyhookum:

Daisy flushed red, “Apologies.” She let out a nervous laugh snort, very unladylike, her grandmother would have murdered her with a look. “You get a free hug. Sorry. Again. Profusely.”

He stared at her, “I don’t hug.”

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Her eyes fluttered open when he finally left her neck, finding herself looking into his. A shaky breath escaped, Arianne trying to read the situation through a haze. Was he referring to her question, or to what was happening between them? Most of her concentration was robbed by the urge to just kiss him again, but she needed to try and claw back some control. She didn’t reply. Her lips ghosted over his, but her hand was pushing it’s way between them, reaching for his belt and attempting to unbuckle it as best she could. 

At the movement of her hand Fenrir would stop persisting, positioning them to give her access as his mouth would connect with hers in a rough and determined kiss. 

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rxsiers:

Evan took a long breath to compensate for the loss of air, his lips curving in a small smirk as he spoke slowly and deliberately, “Let me go.”

Without thought---without want, Fenrir’s hands would release Evan’s neck. That odd feeling spreading further through his form---a feeling he had no power to withstand. 

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dvlohov:

For a moment, Antonin stared at him. He wanted to say it was out of surprise at seeing Fenrir draw his wand, nevermind use it - Antonin prone to forgetting the halfbreed had any magical ability at all - but it wasn’t. It was dread. Watching that memory be safely stored away, he realised his mistake. He should’ve obliviated him when he had the chance. The almost permanent smugness had slipped from his face. “…I look forward to it.” Jaw clenched, he slowly turned on his heel, raising a hand as he strode away. “Always a pleasure, mutt.” 

Fenrir had been set to allow the other to simply walk away, to move on and allow his subconscious to focus on the pact they then had, but at that slur---those words as Antonin would walk away Fenrir’s hulking form would dart after him, quickly closing the distance as his hand would take hold of the other’s shoulder---pulling him back while at the same time turning him, “You ain’t getting your position are you?” he growled. 

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mrsdaisyhookum:

“I just moved back in April. It’s lovely to see you!”

“Don’t touch me.”

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dvlohov:

“I’m flattered you think so. If only others had such faith in me.” For all his nonchalance, Antonin didn’t doubt Fenrir meant what he said. The cogs in his head were already turning as considered ways to get himself out of it, when the time came - or, failing that, he supposed he’d just do the favour in a way that only inconvenienced the man more. 

He stood there unflinching, the wheels of his own mind turning. The evidence he had---the way he could use it. He had him or so Fenrir thought, that wand rarely if ever used pulled free from his pocket and placed to his own temple---the memory of what he had seen, of Antonin’s actions, torn free from his mind and placed in a tightly sealed vial. Pocketing both he had what he wanted. “Get movin’,” he ordered pointing in the direction of the nearest apparition point, “I’ll be in touch.”

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rxsiers:

He cried out in pain as his head cracked against the floor, the pain almost blinding him for a moment. He was trying to think but the ringing in his head was making it heart, the pain trickling down on the floor. That was when the idea came to him, and it was so simple he couldn’t believe he had missed it before. The Imperius curse had been one of his best spells after all, it was what had earned him the Dark Mark. He pointed his wand at the other man once more, “Imperio.”

His nails took to Evan’s flesh once more, carving their way into his jugular again as that wand would be pointed at him. As a strange feeling would take hold of his frame---mind present though edged by a haze. 

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pretentieux-delacour:

Who knew how long Arianne would have to spend covering the marks he’d leave, but she didn’t complain. She would’ve leaned into his touch if she could, even if she doubted it was a sign he was moving things forward, but her back was kept hard against the wall. “I’m starting to think you’re stalling,” she goaded, not giving up on her attempts to provoke more from him. 

He laughed, a gruff sound as his hips would move and lips detach themselves from her throat, “I ain’t gonna say no,” he told her though it was not an answer to her question but rather one of his own for she had to know that he wasn’t the one who would say no. He was not the type of man to talk her down. Looking at her, those green eyes searched hers, a sense of amusement sitting upon his features as he hovered just above her lips. 

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rxsiers:

Physically, Fenrir was far more stronger than Evan. It wasn’t as if he could push the other man off. He gasped for breath, his mind starting to turn hazy. Evan knew there was a very real chance Fenrir would end up killing him if he didn’t manage to turn this around. He brought his wand up again to point at the other man, his voice weak as he tried to hold onto consciousness when he spoke the word, “Crucio.” 

His grip tightened, nails biting deep into flesh one moment only to be torn free from that throat---the spell hurled at his chest enough to have his grip loosening for although it stung it was nothing in comparison to what it could have been. Fenrir lifted Evan’s head then, dropping it down hard against the ground once more as he would laugh, “You gotta try harder than that!”

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magdailiescu:

Magda looked at him through narrowed eyes for a moment but then leaned back when he didn’t say anything, “I’ll take what I can get though. Not like I can be picky.”

“That’s the spirit...”