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loriorpington:

“Do I dare ask why?”

“You could get bitten.”

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regaldaffodil:

“Yes, it’s bad for the skin.”

“Or maybe I’m just trying to be nice to you.”

“That’s even worse for the skin, I’ll bet you’ll age a year every minute you try not to snap back at me.”

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macnair:

“And what does that make me? An overgrown plum?”

“You could be a punk lesbian, too, if your hair was shorter. And if you ever shaved.”

“I want us to match, though. If you’re a plum, I have to be a fruit, too.”

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veraavery:

Vera immediately ran a swift hand through her hair, shaking slightly, hoping to get whatever had been stuck in it out. She didn’t feel anything crawling, so perhaps whatever it had been was gone. A beat passed before she realized that the younger Lestrange had probably been messing with her. “That was a dirty trick, Rabastan,” she said, her fingers curling up into a fist, “A woman’s hair is not a joking matter.”

Rabastan grinned. “I wasn’t joking,” he laughed. “Maybe exaggerating a little, I didn’t see it crawl, but really, there was something there.”

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WAR IS KIND // APRIL FOOLS 1979

(1/5) Thanks to the Marauders Easter Bunny for this colourful prank.

@peteswormtail, @groovekinnon, @caradocdearborns, @algernonflint, @rrabastan, @aliceprewett

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“I look like a punk lesbian.”

“It suits you.”

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loriorpington:

“Hm? Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to encroach.” 

“It’s not about encroaching. If you weren’t encroaching it would still be a bad idea.”

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regaldaffodil:

“I’d agree with you, but then we would both be wrong.”

“Why, for the sake of avoiding an argument?”

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veraavery:

“Your sarcasm, as always, is appreciated,” Vera replied with a quick roll of her eyes, sarcasm dripping from her own words even as she berated the young man in front of her for doing the exact same thing, “Moving on, what is it that you needed, Rabastan? I’m a busy girl.” In truth, she wasn’t busy in the slightest, but better for him to think that she was. People would crave your help and attention more if they thought you were in high demand.

“I don’t actually need anything,” he shrugged, “there was just something in your hair. Something white. Thought it might have been crawling.”

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mulcimperius:

“There’s no other way.”

“Are you certain?”

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regaldaffodil:

“You should have learned by now that all my ideas are good ones.”

"Mm, I should have learned by now that you don’t respond to criticism.”

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“Oh, thank you for telling me so. You know being quiet is something I have tremendous difficulty with.”

“If you want my attention, you don’t need to shout,” Vera said cooly, turning to see who had called out to her, “I’m a person, not a bloodhound.”

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“Bad idea.”

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macnair:

“Hmm.” Walden flicked this wand at the door locking it for a touch of reassurance. He wrapped his arms around the smaller man pulling them both on to the bed. “Then let’s stay here.”

Rabastan smiled and nuzzled his face against Walden’s chest. “Good idea,” he murmured. He wished for nothing other than to sit here and be held by Walden. He would have stayed like this for an eternity.

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macnair:

“You think anyone would come looking for us if we just stayed here for a while?”

“Nobody would come looking for us.”

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macnair:

“Don’t be, it wasn’t your fault, Rab. I pushed you away, this– everything that happened after what she did, it’s on me. It was just–”

“The past few weeks I’ve felt– I’ve been missing part of myself. I love you, I don’t think anything will ever change that.” He pulled Rabastan closer, Walden’s grip on his hips tightened slightly. “It’s– It’s always going to be you. Us.”

Rabastan’s eyes brimmed with tears as he held tightly to Walden, and he smiled. “That’s the best thing to hear.”

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jaxgrass:

Jax smiled, but only for a moment, as Sid hissed at Rabastan, and lept to the ground. “Well alright then. So. Almost tea, are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

He stuck his tongue out at the cat.

“Some gay shit.”