#Lucius not yet Eternal

[tagedeszorns]

I'll always remember Akurduana slandering babyscout Lucius in the Ferrus Manus-novel (it was just a half-sentence, but I still remember!), and so I decided to draw my boy during his scout days.

Bright-eyed and bushytailed very young Lucius!

#warhammer #horus heresy #emperor's children #space marines #adeptus astartes #Lucius not yet Eternal

[the-consortium]

Time to rescue Lucius from my mainblog and give him some needed refuge on his older brother's premises.

@vvictuss even found him a shirt!

#warhammer #Lucius the Eternal #Lucius not yet Eternal #Emperor's Children #Horrible T-Shirt

[ladymirdan]

Things that are totally canon in 40K but the BL are too cowardly to write:

Lucius and Sigismund trying to programme a warp wide web page called letmeseeyoursword.now where user can upload pictures of their sword.

They get very disappointed about the fact that the only pictures that get uploaded are dick-pics.

#warhammer 40k #fanfiction #40k #horus heresy #warhammer #sigismund #lucius not yet eternal #swords #dickpix

[ur-local-anti-hero]

Speak now

James Potter x Malfoy!Reader

Summary: If the marauders are against something, its agaisnt pureblood families ideologies. Sometimes that implies to wreak havoc on a white veil occasion.

Genre: Hurt/comfort, Fluff and a tiny bit of Angst. Arranged Marriage

CW: Forced Marriage, Familiar problems, talks about blood purity and blood traitors. Breaking into a weddig idk.

Word count: 2.2K

This is part of my Speak Now (Marauders’ version) collection 

“So don't say yes, run away now. I'll meet you when you're out of the church at the back door.

Don't wait, or say a single vow. You need to hear me out”

When you were younger you saw a fair amount of weddings. They were always presented to you as big emotional events in which two people promised eternal love to each other. 

Even when you didn't know anything about love as a kid, it was no wonder that you yearned to have your own wedding once you grew up. It was a dream to have your own white dress, a beautifully decorated venue and a partner you loved so deeply you’d be willing to spend your whole life with them. 

Looking back maybe you should’ve known better. The first sign should’ve been your surname. A Malfoy has expectations they have to meet, keeping the bloodline pure, for starters. 

The second one should’ve been your parents’ loveless marriage, when you were younger you used to wonder why they’d married at all, now it was quite obvious. 

The third and most evident should’ve been when Andromeda Black was disowned. At that time you didn’t truly understand what that entailed, and why it was such a hassle that she wanted to get married. Now you understood that the problem was not the wedding, if not the groom. 

All your fantasies about the commonly named ‘Big day’ were completely shattered when your 18th birthday came, and with it a letter from your parents which contained the name of your soon to be husband. You tried to fight it, which only made your parents move the date of the wedding forward and get you out of Hogwarts, your education didn’t matter anymore to them now that your future as a housewife was inevitable. And being away from Hogwarts also meant being away from the ‘bad influences’ in your life. 

Now the corset of your white dress was suffocating, you felt trapped. Looking at the mirror was like looking at someone else. The girl with lifeless eyes and heavy make-up that couldn’t hide her eyebags was supposed to be you, yet it felt like a perfectly modelated version of yourself, made to impress the high class families attending the wedding. 

Narcissa’s gentle hands were bradding your hair, finishing your look before the wedding. Usually her presence was able to calm you down. Ever since she married your older brother, Lucius, her presence was regular in family gatherings and you’ve always felt some kind of kinship with her, seeking shelter on her whenever the phony and pompous encounters became too overwhelming.

You could attribute your shifted feelings towards her to the fact that she was unknowingly preparing you for eternal misery, or maybe because she was replacing the ones who you would’ve chosen as bridesmaids - there was no place for muggleborns in an event celebrating the union of two pureblood heirs -. Or even because it was her little cousin the one you were to wed. 

“You look beautiful” said Narcissa once she was done with your hair. 

You nodded and gave her a small thank you. However, you disagreed completely, the girl she was looking at was not you, it was your parent’s perfect daughter. 

“You do look lovely, father and mother are going to be delighted” your brother’s voice came from the door, where he was leaning on. “I brought you some company” he gestured behind him. 

Pandora and Dorcas stormed into the room, the former embracing you into a tight hug when they spotted you. Lucius and Narcissa left the room. 

“How are you holding up?” Pandora asked as soon as the door closed behind Lucius and Narcissa. Her arms were still holding you tightly, Dorcas standing behind her. 

You shrugged at her, not being able to talk due the knot in your throat and the tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You kept your eyes glued to the mirror. 

Pandora stepped out of the hug and stood next to Dorcas, who had yet to speak. 

“Evan and Barty are with Regulus, I swear I never thought I would see him in a tux” said Dorcas, trying to make conversation. The thought of Regulus being in the same situation as you didn’t make you feel better, the knot in your throat was getting tighther by the second. You promised to yourself you wouldn’t cry anymore, to be honest you thought you had run out of tears days ago. 

“Sirius is here too” Pandora was trying to distract you from the wedding. If she was being honest with herself there was nothing they could do to make you feel better. But maybe knowing that your best friend was out there could help a little. 

That made you finally look away from the mirror, a small wave of hope cursing through you. If Sirius was here it meant that James could be too. In the eyes of your family his family’s name was not good enough for yours, but maybe it was enough for him to be a guest. 

Maybe it was selfish to wish for him to be there when you knew how much it would hurt him, but you needed to talk to him, he was the only one who could actually comfort you right now, the only presence that would make everything feel normal again. You yearned to feel his touch against your skin and his lips against yours, even if it was for one last time, as a farewell. 

“Is he… Is James here?” you spoke for the first time. 

The answer was clear in the pitiful look they gave you even before Pandora replied with a soft ‘no’. 

You don’t know what did it, if the look in the faces of your friends or the fact that you would never see James again, but tears started rolling down your face. In seconds you were being embraced by Pandora again, and Dorcas’ hand was wiping away your tears. 

“It’s okay, you are going to be okay” Pandora didn’t believe her own words, but there was little she could do to calm you down and you both knew it. 

There was a knock on the door and your dad’s voice came from the other side “Y/N, it’s time” 

Pandora gave you a squeeze before letting you go from the hug. They both left the room, not without giving you a forced smile. 

“Oh, merlin” you said to yourself as soon as you were left alone, going back to the mirror, you wiped the few tears that were left on your face, and tried to fix the smudged make-up around your eyes with your fingers. You didn’t want to give your parents the satisfaction of seeing how much this affected you. 

Once you looked mildly presentable again you exited the room. Your father was waiting for you and he offered you his arm to lead you towards the venue. 

You could see the whole venue from the end of the aisle. The green and black motives contrasted beatifully with the white flowers decorating the aisle and the top of the altar. The guests were placed in black chairs at both ends of the aisle. 

You weren’t brave enough to lift your glaze from the ground, knowning that you wouldn’t see the love of your life waiting for you as you had dreamt since you were a kid. The heavy veil of your dress made your steps slow and lethargic. 

It was not until you were halfway down the aisle that you gathered enough courage to finally look at the man in front of you. Instead of the boy with unruly curly brown hair and eyes filled with love, there standing was Regulus, his black hair slicked back and eyes drowned by the same defeated look you wore. 

Once you reached his side everything went in a blur, all you remember is him taking your hands into his and the officiant talking. 

“If anyone has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace” 

You were really going insane because you swore you saw James standing at the end of the aisle, wearing a tuxedo and with his hand up in the air. 

“I oppose!” His voice was loud and clear, your eyes widened. 

All the guests' eyes went to his figure and several surprised gasps were heard. Maybe you were not hallucinating. 

───✥───

If Fleamont Potter ever found out how James was using his inherited cloak of invisivility he’d be horrified, or maybe oddly proud of his son. 

Not even James thought he would ever sneak into a highly patrolled wedding on a common Tuesday, but honestly if someone had told him a year ago he’d be doing this he wouldn’t be surprised. 

Sneaking in a wedding filled with pureblood families and slytherin students was the perfect setup for a Marauders prank. However, what would have surprised him would’ve been the reason for interrupting a white veil occasion. Dating a Malfoy was something he hadn’t expected to ever do, but you had gotten past all his defenses with your kind and bright personality that proved to be so different from your family’s pretentious ways. 

Therefore, he was now standing on the aisle you had walked minutes ago. He had a perfect view of you and Regulus from his stance, your white dress was gorgeous, and your hair was neatly done. If it weren’t for your puffy and bloodshot eyes, and the obvious defeated look in your face, a look that had no place in a wedding, he could almost believe this was a normal marriage ceremony. 

When you had received the letter from your parents you had been inconsolable, and rightfully so. James had tried everything to stop the wedding, he even went as far as asking your parents for their blessing and to be the one you'd wed instead of the Black heir. Turned out to be useless as his family had been marked as blood traitors for eternity. 

But James isn't known for giving up easily, and the Marauders were not going to let an opportunity to cause havoc pass by. 

With the promise of being on his best behavior, Sirius had convinced his parents to attend the wedding as a guest, acting as a mole for his friends' plans. Remus and Lily were outside the venue with their ride home -a couple of broomsticks they borrowed from Hogwarts' supply closet. 

And the last part of the plan, and its success rested on James' shoulders. 

The preacher spoke 'Speak now or forever hold your peace' James smirked, that was his cue. It was on. 

James took off his invisibility cloak and without a single trace of shame or shyness in his voice James stated loudly "I oppose!"

James would've loved to stop for a moment to memorize the looks of complete horror in the faces of the guests, but he had to be fast and make total use of the element of surprise. 

Without hesitation James sprinted towards the altar. He could see the way your brother had stood up and pointed his wand at him, his spell being intercepted by Sirius' expelliarmus spell. 

As soon as James made it to the altar chaos erupted from everyone in the venue, he could make out the shouts of your parents and some spells that were being intercepted by yours and James' friends. 

At the sight of James Regulus let your hands go, he raised his arms in defeat and left the altar without much hassle. 

"Gentleman" James greeted Regulus' groomsmen, Barty and Evan who were just as stunned as everyone, all they could do was nod in acknowledgement to James, not even trying to interfere. 

"Hi, love" he was finally looking at you, your eyes were wide with surprise and tears were gathered in your waterline. James took your hands in one of his and the other was raised to stroke your cheek. 

“James what- how-” you were completely astonished, and unable to formulate a single phrase. You knew your boyfriend loved you, and the lengths he would go to prove it, but you would have never guessed he’d be willing to break into your wedding ceremony. He was always proving you wrong. 

“Hey Peter, mate, it’s your moment to shine” Following james’ words a rat came out of his pants’ pocket. 

And suddenly Peter was standing in front of you. He pushed the appalled officiant slightly to the side and took his place. 

Peter cleared his throat before speaking “Do you, James Fleamont Potter, take Y/N Malfoy as your wife?” 

“I do” 

“Do you, Y/N Malfoy, take James Fleamont Potter as your husband?” 

You could hardly mutter a low “I do” before Peter spoke again 

“I declare you husband and wife. You might kiss the bride” 

James didn’t hesitate for a moment. To add dramatism he spun you around and dipped you, holding your weight with his arm. And without waiting for another second he kissed you, sweet and slow, conveying all his love for you with that gesture. 

When you became breathless you broke the kiss and looked at James straight into his beautiful eyes, which only show deep adoration. “I love you” you mouthed to him, which made his eyes sparkle with joy and a wide grin to break into face. 

He took you in his arms bridal style and walked down the aisle. You coudln’t even care about the chaos and spells that were aimed your way, all you could look at was James. 

And as he muttered “I love you too, Miss Potter” you knew he’d do anything to prove his love for you. 

Author's note: This one is of my faves of the collection ngl, James is my soft spot Thank you for reading! Likes, comments and reblogs are welcomed and very appreciated. I'd love to hear what you thought about it so don't be shy!! To be part of the taglist Dm me or send me an ask <3 Taglist @feral-posts @izuoyarmin @aremuslupinsim @yourfavgay @imobsessedwitholiviarodrigo 

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[musicoftheheart]

hiiiiiiii dori

i’ve written a prompt for you and it feels like something you may enjoy writing so i’m sharing it with you:

“Goodbye, James.”

Thats was the last time he’d heard Regulus’ voice

The first time he saw the Dark Mark across his lover’s arm

And the moment he decided to go against everything he’d ever learned.

Ever treasured.

Ever believed in.

Just to see his lover again.

omg hiii! thank you so much for this, it was so much fun to write <33

word count: 658

“Goodbye, James.”

That was the last time he’d heard Regulus’ voice.

The first time he saw the Dark Mark across his lover’s arm.

And the moment he decided to go against everything he’d ever learned.

Ever treasured.

Ever believed in.

Just to see his lover again.

As much as it shamed him to admit it, James was almost glad his parents weren’t around to see it; to see the deep black ink marring his forearm. He wasn’t sure he could’ve stomached seeing them realise that their son — the boy they’d cradled in their arms, the boy they’d raised to be kind and thoughtful and loving — had branded himself the same as murderous blood purists.

But that was just it, wasn’t it? James had been raised to love and to protect the people closest to him. And nobody had been as close to him as Regulus Black.

He could still feel the ghost of his touch, when he thought hard enough. It was all that kept him going when he’d thrown his first Avada Kedavra; it was all for Regulus. To protect him. To show him that no matter what he did, he was never ‘too cruel’ or ‘too monsterous’ for James. Because anything Regulus had done, James had too, now.

James was yet to see Regulus at any meetings, though. Or missions. Crouch Jr. said it was because James wasn’t very high in the ranks, yet.

So he rose.

He rose and he rose until even Bellatrix Lestrange was beneath him. She feared him, even. The Dark Lord was letting James lead missions; letting him plan them and decide who to bring and who to kill and who to curse until they forgot their own name. It pained him, at first. These were his friends, and he had to treat them like enemies. Marlene, Dorcas. Alice and Frank. Lily, Peter, Remus. Sirius.

For Regulus, James reminded himself, flinging a slicing hex at one of the Prewett brothers.

For Regulus, James thought, using his animagus form to spy on Order meetings.

For Regulus, James thought, facing down children on the battlefield.

He was slowly becoming more and more numb to it. Eventually, he wasn’t sure he felt anything at all.

But then.

It was a meeting like any other. The Dark Lord’s inner circle sat at the table, while lower ranking Death Eaters stood around the room. One seat eternally empty — Regulus’ — between The Dark Lord and Lucius Malfoy, and directly opposite James. James had resigned himself to another hour of missing his love when, moments before the meeting was to begin, the doors swung open.

There, moving across the large manor dining room with the grace and presence of royalty, was Regulus Black. Perfect black curls smoothed back from his face, showing his sharp cheekbones and icy cold eyes and pursed lips.

James couldn’t wait to feel them again.

Regulus didn’t seem to notice him, at first, but James could see it the moment he did. Those gorgeous eyes widened just a touch, his lips fell apart. It took all of James’ self control not to throw himself across the table and invade them with his tongue.

At a guess, James reckoned Regulus took in as little of the meeting as he did himself. Their eyes had locked across the table and it seemed like nothing at all could break their stares, not until The Dark Lord announced the meeting’s conclusion and Regulus all but ran from the room like it was on fire.

By the time James caught up to him, Regulus had hidden himself away in a small drawing room and was pacing, hands tugging at his hair. He turned abruptly when James shut the door behind himself.

”James,” he breathed, running into James’ arms. Everything James had done — the curses he’d thrown, the lives he’d ended — it all fell away into nothing. All that was left was the love cradled in his arms.

”Hello, love.”

#marauders era #marauders #marauders fanfiction #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #fanfic #starchaser #sunseeker #death eaters #death eater james potter #not gonna lie i almost just killed reggie at the end but i didn’t want angst so we got a happyish ending #jegulus microfic #microfic prompt #morally grey james potter

[stedefxckingbonnet]

part two of the one where reader kills for izzy?! idk im thinking something where the reader starts to get in their head about it since they did swear never to kill anyone and they start panicking after a while and Izzy’s there. i love ur writing ofmhfhf

Hi!! I'm really happy you suggested this—I hope that this second part is just as enjoyable as the first!! and, thank you so much for reading and loving my writing, anon! And, all of you! It really does mean the universe to me and makes my heart soar to bring you all joy! I can't thank you all enough for your everlasting kindnesses. Enjoy!! xx <3

Love,

Lavinia

P.S I hope to crank out at least 1-2 more requests this week before I go out of town and kind of offline for a few days!! Please by all means, keep the requests coming though! I am not overwhelmed and I do not feel obligated by any means—I love getting to write and receiving such wonderful ideas from you all.

Eternity (part 2) | Izzy Hands x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death (not of a major character or reader!), light angst, kissing, brief mentions of lack of eating due to anxiety, the briefest mention of nausea and nothing past that, the briefest mention of blood, some strong language

Word Count: 2084

The salty sea air that you once adored, that you once could smell for hours and never get sick of, that you wished you could bottle and later open to submerge your senses in at any time entered your nostrils as it usually had and it was almost enough to make you nauseous. You ran off of the deck immediately, abruptly ending your conversation with Lucius, whom you heard tease you for suddenly having sea legs as you exited his sight.

You found yourself back in your quarters and you immediately slammed the door, making sure no one had any ideas of following you. All you wanted to do was hole yourself up in between those four walls and maybe never even show your face to anyone again. You barely left your room nowadays unless it was absolutely called for. Even the confections that Roach prepared just for you were never enough to get you to eat. He had noticed you avoiding the crew during meals more and more, and never finishing the food he prepared specially for you to consume at different times where you could enjoy your solace like you needed sometimes. He didn't even care that you were wasting supplies and rations—he just wanted you to get something on your stomach and to keep in good health. It brought him down that he wasn't able to help you, and soon after, even more of the crew's worry for you only grew, including the captains themselves.

But no one was more concerned than Izzy. Even if they tried to exhibit that they were, he would only throw furious remarks their way until they got it into their pea brains that no one could be as truly uneasy as him, not knowing if you were okay or not. As soon as he came out onto the deck, he noticed you flee, which only made his heart sink into the pit of his stomach even further. Without question, he followed behind you, but when you slammed the door shut, he figured he would give you just a few moments to cool off. He sighed as he leaned against your door, slowly sinking down to the ground to sit before he finally felt in his gut that it was a decent enough time to enter. It would never be a good time, not even an okay time. He had to settle for decent enough, and he was okay with that. He just wanted to make sure you would be alright—he needed to make sure of it. And if he could help in any way at all, he would do so without hesitation.

He could have sworn he heard a few sobs from the other end, and this is when he stood up and inhaled sharply before knocking gently on your door, executing a rhythm that allowed you to know that it was him on the other side. At first, he didn't hear a response, but he wasn't ready to give up just yet, so he rose his hand to knock again, but just as he was about to, you opened the door. His hand quickly shot back down to his side.

"Izzy," you breathed, gently grabbing his forearm and pulling him inside yourself. This time, you quietly shut the door behind you. You let go of your grip of him and immediately plopped onto your bed, face-first. A sigh escaped Izzy's lips as he sat beside you, tracing patterns into the small of your back and eventually beginning to lightly massage your shoulder. He remembered when you shared with him that all of your worries manifested themselves in your shoulders, further creating gordian knots that seemed impossible to undo. You allowed a few sighs of relief to be heard, filling the silence between you and Izzy. He was eternally grateful, for once in his life, for such a silence to be interrupted.

"Are you avoiding me?"

At this, you immediately shot up out of your position. You turned to face him. "What? No, no, Iz—I'm not avoiding you. I promise."

"It feels like it," he slightly turned away so as to conceal the dismay written all over his face. "I don't know what it is that I've done, but whatever it is, I...I'm sorry."

"Izzy," you exhaled, then taking your own turn to rub his back. "I promise you I'm not avoiding you."

"You've been...distant, almost," he pointed out, looking over his shoulder to see your face the best he could. He marveled at the sight of you—even when not fully facing you, even when your cheeks were tear-stained and your appearance more unkept than usual, you were absolutely enchanting. You were more beautiful than any of the wonders of the world that Izzy Hands had encountered, more bewitching than any of the treasures he had acquired and any of the artwork he had laid eyes upon, more enticing than any song he had ever heard. To Izzy, you practically were the definition of beautiful and anything else reminiscent of it.

You gently took hold of his chin and turned him to face you, and he ended up turning his body back around, but your fingers still rested upon his face.

"I'm not trying to be," you spoke sincerely, meeting his eyes. "I just...haven't been feeling very well as of late, I suppose."

"Are you ill?" he inquired, bringing his palm up to your forehead with his ungloved hand. "You feel fine to me...Say, is someone in the crew bothering you? I swear, I'll give them a piece of my mind—"

"Izzy!" you almost laughed. "No, no. Nothing of that sort."

"Then what is it?" he almost demanded. To anyone else, this would have appeared aggressive but you knew this was his way of care towards you shining through. His care for you was like a bright ray of sunshine that still shone through even the darkest of clouds.

"Just exhausted," you shrugged. "I'll be fine soon. Just need to rest more."

You both were no stranger to silence, who decided to visit in this moment. But when it came to you, Izzy didn't quite like the added company of silence, nor its existence between you two at all. Of course, he would be overjoyed to co-exist in one of your quarters whilst silence filled the space—at times like those, its presence was tranquil. But it was the furthest from emitting any feeling of peace right now. Izzy wanted to slash right through it and make sure it never came back.

"I'm not a fool, you know," Izzy spoke against said quiet, almost frowning. "I can tell when something is wrong, especially with you. You're avoiding everyone, including me. You haven't eaten in days, and don't try and deny it—Roach told me. Approached me himself."

You bit your lip until you drew a few droplets of blood, which cascaded down your chin. Izzy sighed, wiping the trail that had formed off of your face with his ungloved hand. Once you were clear of any redness that wasn't already natural and apparent on your face, his hand lingered upon it for a moment as he got lost in your eyes.

"You can tell me anything," he promised you as a soft smile overtook him. "I just want you to be okay. I want to help you, believe it or not."

At this, you couldn't hold any of it back anymore. Tears immediately flew out of your eyes and landed on yours and Izzy's clothes, sobs escaped your mouth—you could hardly stand to look at Izzy, and you could hardly even sit. Before you knew it, you collapsed into Izzy, your head on his lap and your legs dangling off your cot. "Every day I'm so fucking guilty, Izzy. I can't sleep because I just—I just see blood, everywhere. I feel that shop owner's final breath on my neck every time there's any sort of breeze, so, always. And because I'm not getting enough sleep, I'm fucking seeing things, like his ghost or something, and I just—I'm a murderer, Izzy. Oh my god—I'm a murderer, I'm absolutely horrible..."

As you panicked, Izzy held you close to him, softly stroking your hair and listening intently. He tried his best to soothe you, often repeating things such as "it's okay" while you continued to sob into his leathers.

"It's okay, love," he added onto the last one, which took him way too much courage to do than he would ever admit. You looked up at him with a hopeful gleam in your eye, and that's when it hit Izzy, that's when he realized exactly what you needed from him. He breathed in as much of the air as he could and released a good amount of it back into the atmosphere before he opened his mouth to speak. "I know that killing another person is so fucking haunting. My first kill honestly messed me up, and Blackbeard's messed him up even worse. But you aren't a murderer or a killer, my love. You're my savior, if anything. You saved my life. And it sucks that the only way to do that was by ending someone else's, I know, but that was the only way. Maybe there was, but there wasn't any time to think of that. You're a problem-solver, and you saved me. I know it feels like what you did was wrong, I know it can feel like that. But you are the furthest thing from a bad person. Look, I know I may not be the best with words. but I am telling the truth. And I don't resent you for having to do what you did, nor does the crew or your captains. It was a difficult fucking position to be put in, and one you shouldn't have even been in at all. And I'm so sorry that trying to do a good thing came with all of these awful, awful feelings. I would never have wanted you to save me that day if I knew you'd be feeling even half of this."

By the time Izzy was done speaking, he felt winded. He sort of laughed at how deep of a breath he had to take. He quickly looked over at you to see any sign that anything that he had just said helped you or reached you in any capacity. He quickly grew self conscious, wondering if he said anything remotely of help or if he just sounded like a complete dick. He opened his mouth to speak once again, in hopes that maybe he could correct all his supposed mistakes, but before a sound could escape him, you wrapped your arms around him, practically tackling him as you did so. Izzy let out a gasp, but he, as if it were almost instinct, held your arms with his hands. He melted into your embrace, and felt more content than he had ever felt. He would be okay with staying in this moment for all eternity, if he could.

"I love you, Israel."

The words left your lips before you could even realize that was what you were about to say, to express. Your breath hitched, and you almost couldn't meet eyes with Izzy anymore, but you couldn't help but glimpse over at him, desperate for his response, even if he couldn't return your sentiment just yet—or ever, really. You knew that what the two of you shared was special and beyond words and normalcy and maybe it even transcended the confines and limitations of life and love itself, but you understood if love was not in the picture for him at all. Maybe what the two of you shared wasn't that special or that transcendental. But before you knew it and before you could doubt yourself anymore, Izzy's lips were on yours. This was only the second time you had shared a kiss since you saved him and this time it was filled with even further intensity and warmth, and even almost this sort of hunger, this craving for you. You honestly didn't even need verbal confirmation from the man anymore—you knew your connection didn't need to be spelled out so directly, and perhaps what you felt for one another couldn't be reduced to love. But when the two of you pulled apart at the same time, foreheads still touching and lips still pressed closely upon one another, Izzy, with such earnest conviction, spoke the clearest he ever had.

"I love you, darling. For all of eternity, and whatever awaits us beyond it. I promise."

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Celestial Beings

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘯𝘦: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

Characters- Alastor Moody, Molly Weasley, Reader

Summary- It's an introduction to our Reader's situation, laying the groundwork for the rest of the story. Don't worry, Remus and Sirius will be in the next chapter.

Word Count- 1,342

Warnings- None really for this chapter, slight mention of torture

Confusion is the first thing (y/n) felt. Then it was the raging headache and the pain in her lower abdomen. She opened her eyes, only to be met with more darkness, the sound of dripping water echoing throughout whatever room she was in. (Y/n) was not sure of how she got here, or even as to where “here” is.

The last thing (y/n) remembered was sneaking out of Borgin and Burke’s while everyone else was distracted. Just needing a bit of fresh air. Then, right as she shut the door and rounded the corner, there was a flash of color and the world went dark.

Suddenly the old iron door swung open with enough force to make the cement wall behind it crumble ever so slightly. Light followed soon after, the person who had entered silently casting Lumos. (Y/n) squinted, trying to grow accustomed to the now very bright room, shielding her eyes with her arm.

“You’re up,” grunted the man. “Finally we can talk.”

(Y/n) stayed silent, taking the opportunity to survey the room they were in. Room was too nice of a word, it was more like a cubby. The walls and floors seemed to be either stone or concrete, cracks covered the one farthest from the door. In one of the corners was a sleeping bag with an old ratty blanket.

“Are you listening to me?” Barked the old man. “If not I suggest you start, otherwise this will begin to be quite unpleasant for you.”

“I’m sorry, but was that a threat or a promise?” (Y/n) taunted. “Because either way I don’t care.”

“Are you sure about that? I don’t think you quite grasp the situation here. I’m very willing to do whatever I must to gather information out of you, regardless of my own morals and emotions.” He lowered his wand, just enough so (y/n) could see his face.

(Y/n) recognized him instantly, and it must have shown on her face due to his chuckle. His eye, or rather the prosthetic he had for his eye, gave him away instantly. This wasn’t one of Lucius’s loyalty tests, nor was it someone who she could easily run from. This was Mad-eye Moody, an Auror known for going to extremes to get what he needs.

“Now, perhaps you need some time to think on my offer, after all, I hit you with a very strong stunning spell. Who knows,” Moody shrugged. “Maybe some more time in the dark will be just what you need to get your thoughts together. I’ll come back tomorrow, hopefully, your stance will have changed by then.”

“I highly doubt it.” (Y/n) sneered. “After all, if you are my captor, that gives me all the more reason to stay quiet.”

Moody put out his light and shut the door, leaving (y/n) in complete darkness yet again. She slowly felt her way across the floor, finding the sleeping bag and blanket. She sat, cross-legged on the sleeping bag, pulling the blanket onto her lap.

“Is this a test?” She thought to herself. “Could he be secretly under a curse? Or maybe he’s been in on it from the beginning, plenty of death eaters are on the other side as spies, some with deeper covers than others.”

(Y/n)‘s eyes started to adjust, it wasn’t pure darkness but there wasn’t any true light source either. She could faintly make out the barrier spells on the walls, and more importantly the door. The pale blue shade helping give the room a form, like seeing on a grid, with no detail just the dimensions. She ran her hand across the wall, watching the spell turn into darker hues the closer she got.

Sighing she rested her head against the cool wall, closing her eyes. “Test or not, I hate this place. I can’t even tell how long it’s been since I woke up, let alone since Borgin’s.”

It seemed to be an eternity before the door opened once more, this time a woman holding a lantern entered. She was red-headed, a little plump, and had the faintest of smiles on her face. She looked (y/n) up and down, and the smile slowly disappeared, instead replaced with pursed lips.

“Dear, did they not give you a change of clothes? Or at least a pillow?” The woman tutted. “Well, can I interest you in some stew? Just made some for dinner, and figured you might be a bit starving as well.”

“Wait, I’ve seen her before, she isn’t a Death Eater. This can’t be a test, not unless the Weasleys have suddenly changed their opinions.” (Y/n) backed farther away, causing the Weasley woman to frown.

“I promise it isn’t poisoned. Might be a bit cooled off by now, but still enough to be edible.” The woman reached behind the door, bringing out a small wooden bowl and setting it on the ground. “Here, I’ll take a bite first to prove it.”

“I’m not hungry.” (Y/n)‘s stomach however believed otherwise, grumbling in betrayal as she spoke.

“I’ll just leave it here, in case you find yourself hungry later.” The Weasley woman said, backing out of the doorway. “I’ll see what I can do about getting you some light and a change of clothes. Moody seems to think the only way to go against someone is to behave the same way they would.”

(Y/n) sat there and waited for the door to shut and the light from under it to fade. As soon as she was back in the dark she snuck forwards towards the bowl. Very carefully and very slowly she searched the floor for it. Grasping the bowl with both hands she started eating ravenously.

Gently placing the bowl back in front of the door, she stood up, stretching her legs out. Wiping the sides of her mouth with the back of her sleeves she chuckled. The stew was better than anything Narcissa ever had someone else make. Feeling along the walls, (y/n) started walking in circles, watching the colors grow and fade as she moved her hand along the barriers.

After concluding there were no weaknesses, (y/n) found her way back to the makeshift bed. She had found where the dripping was coming from, it was on the wall left of the door, almost perfectly nestled into a crack in the corner. She wrapped the blanket around herself, opting to fall asleep rather than await another visit while staring at the nothingness of her room.

When (y/n) woke up for what seemed to be the 100th time, nothing new or changed in the cell. The blanket was still scratchy, there was no light, and her bones ached. She felt around, finding a small bit of concrete, and threw it towards the door. Just as it reached the barrier the door opened, filling the room with blinding light once more.

“You know, a heads up would be nice.” (Y/n) groaned, squinting towards the door and watching Moody enter in. “Oh, it’s just you.”

“Have you had ample time to decide?” Moody ignored her remarks, shutting the door behind him and hanging the lamp on a small hook next to him. “It would be much easier on you if you just answered my questions without a fight. Otherwise, well, I’m sure you’re familiar with all the different ways to get people to reveal their secrets.”

“Go ahead, what’s really going to happen,” (Y/n) stood up and stretched. “It won’t matter if I tell you the truth or not, you’ll never fully believe I’m being honest. It’s okay, it’s not like I plan on telling you anything anyways. What would be the point if I know you won’t believe me?”

“I had a feeling that’s how this was going to go,” Moody pointed his wand at (y/n). “Just remember, I gave you an out.”

“No you really didn’t.” (Y/n) thought to herself as Moody cast the first Cruciatous Curse of many.

~~{𝘌𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘖𝘯𝘦}~~

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[dewitty1]

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm

korlaena @korlaena

Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Original Muggle Character(s) Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Fuckbuddies, Creature Fic, Incubus Draco Malfoy, Dragonologist Harry Potter, Hate Sex, Rough Sex, Casual Sex, Manhandling, Dirty Talk, Choking, Spanking, Overstimulation, Light Bondage, Light Dom/sub, Dom Harry Potter, Switching, Lots of Sex, Past Sexual Assault, past sexual dysfunction, Mentions of Past Abuse From Dursleys and Lucius, Smoking, Drinking, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Jealousy , Accidental Bonding, Misunderstandings, Panic Attack, False Accusations, Angst with a Happy Ending Language: English Collections: Fandom Trumps Hate 2020 Published: 2021-12-01 Completed: 2021-11-30 Words: 140,147

Summary:

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last?

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Excerpt:

The moment was weighty with meaning. There was an uncharacteristically skittish look in Draco’s eyes as the song played softly between them, reciting the last few months of Harry’s life in verse as if it had been written about him.

It had to have meaning, yet Harry filled with nerves as each bar of music rolled on. After months of denying and pushing down his feelings while trying not to read into anything Draco did, it was a terrifying bridge to cross.

The curve of Draco’s neck caught his eye. His jugular was visibly pulsing with the same rapid, nervous beat drumming in Harry’s. It settled his swimming stomach to see evidence that he felt the lyrics as sharply as Harry.

Harry gathered his courage and pulled them closer, leaning forward and dropping his eyes to Draco’s lips. He stopped well before they would touch, looking to Draco’s shadowed eyes with a question.

A trail of magic followed Draco’s hand as it slid up Harry’s arm, landing behind his shoulder. Draco pulled Harry closer as he leaned the rest of the way in. The warm light from the fireplace below threw his face into soft shadows, and the air was charged with anticipation.

Draco’s warm breath ghosted over his lips, and his nose softly bumped Harry’s. Within a second that stretched on like an eternity, they breathed in that same electric excitement buzzing in the air between them. Then Draco’s warm lips pressed to Harry’s.

His body flashed hot and cold. His heart felt like it was gearing up to jump out of his chest, and perhaps his fluttering stomach would fly off with it. He shut his eyes tight against the physical and emotional whirlwind happening inside him.

The kiss was like none other. Harry didn’t know how to classify it. He thought he’d felt the heights of pleasure with Draco, but he was wrong. They’d done nearly everything else they wanted with each other, checking off kinks and curiosities like marking off points of interest on a map during a road trip.

A single press of Draco’s soft lips to his, a curl of his hair tickling Harry’s temple, and their feet tangled together had his heart swelling and breaking through all his carefully erected barriers. Affection burst out like a caged animal feeling the sun on its skin for the first time.

A quiet whine rose up his throat, unintentional and unstoppable as his body shivered with surges of magic and his head swam with hope.

“Harry,” Draco breathed against his lips, soft and trembling with need. In it Harry heard everything he’d been unwilling to hear.

Harry pulled him closer and pressed another kiss to his lips, then another and another. Draco rolled half on top of him, his hands moving like he couldn’t decide which part of Harry he wanted to hold onto—clinging to his shoulders, squeezing his waist, gripping his hair, then finally holding his face in both hands so he could keep him in place as he laid kiss upon kiss on him.

Harry slipped his arms around him and hugged around his waist, squeezing their bodies together. Fingers dug into hot flesh and magic flared under his skin, hot and cold and right.

Draco pushed his tongue into Harry’s mouth, and he couldn’t have held back his moan if he wanted to. Draco moaned back as their tongues twisted together and lips opened and closed against each other, sucking and biting and tasting each other in the one way they’d never permitted themselves before.

Harry rolled fully onto his back, pulling Draco the rest of the way on top of him, filling his senses entirely with Draco. He was everywhere—the weight on his body, the magic under his skin, the sweet scent in his nose, and the taste on his lips. Harry felt drunk on him.

They kissed, and they kissed, then they kissed some more.

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[tealeafgrimm]

Gone

Draco Malfoy x Reader Words: 1.1k Summary: Draco doesn't come home after work and you are worried that something has happened to him. The more you search, the more worried you become.

The day had been far too long again and you could hardly wait to throw yourself onto the sofa and enjoy the evening with your boyfriend. But when you closed the door behind you, you noticed the silence. It was Friday and that actually meant that Draco was supposed to be home before you. Usually there was a ready-made dinner waiting for you that day.

You put your bag and jacket down at the wardrobe and went into the kitchen. No sign of Draco, or that he had even been home yet.

"Draco?" No answer. You couldn't find him in your study either. Perhaps something had delayed him at the Ministry and he had to work late today? You knew he had been busy lately. Shrugging your shoulders, you decided to prepare dinner. Maybe he would be in by the time you were done, otherwise you would wait for him.

The food had been sitting on the table in front of you for almost an hour and there was still no sign of Draco. It had become dark outside and your worries grew with every second you had to wait.

Another half hour you waited nervously. You decided to look for him yourself. Maybe something had happened to him?

You took your jacket from the coat hook and decided to check on him in the ministry first. As you expected, the ministry was empty. Most ministry officials went home early on a Friday, only a few workerholics spent their Friday evenings here.

The lift ride took what felt like an eternity. Nervously you tapped your fingertips against the side of the lift. When the lift stopped, you almost ran down the corridor until you stopped in front of Draco's office.

The door was open, but the light was off and his desk was tidy. He had definitely kept to his normal closing time. But where was he? Why hadn't he come home? Why hadn't he told you he was running late? Where was he? He hadn't said anything about going to see a friend. Maybe he was with his parents? With one last look at the deserted office, you made your way to the exit of the ministry.

As soon as you reached the streets of London again, you apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor. You didn't like it here very much, but if it meant you would know where Draco was, that was fine with you. You had never got on very well with Draco's parents and were happy to spend as little time as possible with Lucius and Narcissa. You simply didn't share their views on the blood status of magical people and even though they had been much more careful in their statements since the end of the war, you knew that deep down they still held the old views.

With quick steps you walked up the pebbled path that led to the front door of the large mansion. After a few knocks, the door opened and a little old house elf opened the door for you.

"Ms. Y/L/N, what an honour to welcome you," the little creature chirped, bowing until his nose touched the floor.

"Eh...thank you? Are Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy home?" you asked impatiently, stepping from one foot to the other.

"Certainly. Come along, I'll take you to them."

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were sitting in front of a fireplace when you entered the room. But you didn't see Draco anywhere.

"Y/N, how nice to see you," Narcissa spoke and rose from her chair. Even though she wore a smile on her lips, you knew she wasn't really excited to see you. Especially not when her son was not with you.

"Good evening. I don't mean to intrude. I just wanted to know if Draco might have stopped by your house after work today? He didn't come home and I'm worried. I thought maybe he came to see you?" You struggled to keep your emotions under control. You didn't want to panic, especially in front of his parents.

"No, he hasn't been here today. But, if I were you, I wouldn't worry too much. Maybe he just wanted some distance," Narcissa answered you with a mischievous smile. You knew the distance was meant for your personality.

"Okay, well, I just wanted to ask. Have a good evening." With quick steps you left the house. You felt like you couldn't breathe and the oppressive atmosphere in Malfoy Manor, did nothing to improve your situation.

Back in your flat, you burst into tears. What were you supposed to do? What if something had really happened to him? Crying and sobbing, you sat on the couch and feverishly wondered where else he could be.

It was already after midnight when you heard the front door open. And not two seconds later, Draco was standing in front of you. Without thinking, you fell around his neck.

"It's midnight, where the hell have you been?" you shouted, drumming your fists against his chest.

All you got in reply was an annoyed grunt and an eye roll. Your blood began to boil. How could he show up here after you had been so worried and roll his eyes.

"I don't owe you an explanation."

"Do you actually know how worried I was? I thought you'd be home by the time I got here and you weren't. I waited and waited. I went to the Ministry. I even went to see your parents. And I couldn't find you anywhere!" Your voice grew louder with each word until you shouted at him in the end.

"I just had a rubbish day, okay? I just needed to get out and clear my head," Draco finally replied. Apparently he realised how much you had been worrying, because only now did he realise how red and swollen your eyes were.

"You can't just leave without saying anything. What if something had happened to you and I hadn't known? I don't mind if you need time to yourself, but you have to at least tell me."

The tension of the day fell away from you and you burst into tears again. The guilty conscience set in with Draco. It hadn't been his intention to stress you out like that. His colleagues had simply driven him up the wall and he didn't want to take his thick air out on you, so he had left. But now he realised that his well-intentioned behaviour had had exactly the opposite effect.

"I'm sorry, come here." He pulled you close and stroked your hair.

"I didn't want you to worry. I'm fine, okay?" he asked you, brushing the tears from your cheek. You could only nod.

"Next time I'll let you know where I am. I'm really sorry."

"Your food got cold," you whispered in reply. Draco laughed.

"I think that's really the least of our problems. It's late, we should go to bed and tomorrow we'll do something together, okay?"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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[lazydreamer19]

Time-Turners and Troubles.

Fluff, Dad!Draco x Mum!fem!Potter!reader

Warnings: Arguing and cringeworthy writing.

Summary : The Malfoy kids accidentally travel in time and watch their parents fall in love with each other.

Y/n - Your name.

Y/h/c- Your hair colour.

Y/e/c - Your eye colour.

Do not plagiarize.

© 2023 lazydreamer19. All rights reserved.

This was inspired from a fic written by @drqcos / @drayslove , this

Hers is with smut and is even better than mine, so please give it a read. She's amazing!

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"Darling, are you ready yet?" Yelled out the man of the house to his wife as he spritzed on some expensive cologne to his neck.

"Yes,but can you help me put on this necklace first?" Y/n came down to the hall clad in an elegant dress looking every bit like the Queen she is. Draco's jaw fell wide open as she descended down the stairs. She looked even more beautiful day by day and her beauty wasn't fading anytime soon. She's eternally beautiful! Draco thought to himself. 

"You don't need a necklace, you already look so beautiful! I mean,you can wear a rag and still look stunning!" 

"Oh stop it!" She playfully hit his chest lightly as she hid her face in it while he embraced her. Taking the necklace from her hand,he turned her around and put it on her. Turning her around again to face him, he pressed his lips onto hers and captured her into a passionate kiss.

"Happy Anniversary, Mrs.Malfoy." 

"Happy Anniversary to you too Mr.Malfoy." Getting hypnotized in each other's eyes,they got busy kissing each other again, before they even realized it.

"Ewwww,gross!" 

Their children, Scorpius and Lyra yelled out loud from the kitchen as soon as they saw their parents lip-locking. Rolling his eyes at them, he went towards the kitchen and picked up the pouty toddler and placed a kiss on her forehead, knowing that she was mad at her Father for kissing her mother. 

"Are you happy now?"

"No! Bad Daddy! You kissed mommy befowe me!"

"Sorry Princess, I will get you ice-cream when we come back. Is that okay?"

"Okay Daddy!" She hugged him.

"Scorpius, remember, do not give trouble to Grandma and make sure that Lyra doesn't do the same too, got that?" Y/n instructed him with a concerned tone.

"Yes mum, uhh..Mum?"

"Yes baby?

"When will you both be back?"

"We'll try to return as soon as possible! We promise!"

A knock on the door and Narcissa entered with Lucius trailing behind her. "Happy Anniversary you two! Oh look at the little darlings! How much they have grown up!"

"Mother, you just saw them a month ago." Draco deadpanned, landing a nudge from his wife. 

"Thank you so much Narcissa and Lucius for being here! I was so worried when no one was available tonight to babysit them!"

"Hey! I am not a baby!" Scorpius threw a fit. 

"No you're not dear. You're a strong man who listens to his elders and respects them, aren't you?" Y/n asked while picking him up in her arms and placing a kiss on his forehead. 

"Mhmm, I am." 

"Don't worry Y/n, we were just returning from the ministry to submit these items. We weren't able to submit all of them as they were checking each and every item." Narcissa told them. 

"Okay,just keep them away from the reach of the kids, it'll cause disaster if they do." Draco warned.

"You don't have to worry about that son, you go and enjoy your dinner." Lucius spoke in a tired and exhausted voice.

"We need to leave now. We'll be back home soon. Listen to your grandparents and don't misbehave."

"Alright,mum." 

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"So, have you both had your dinner yet?"

"Yes! And Daddy pwomised us ice-cweam!" Lyra babbled.

"Granny, grandpa ,we want to play hide and seek!" Scorpius urged.

"Okay,but don't hide too far." 

"Okay granny! Come on Lyra, let's hide somewhere! Granny, Grandpa, you start counting!"

Taking Lyra's hand, they both paddled out of the kitchen to some corner in the guest room where Narcissa and Lucius sat a few moments ago. Giggling all the way, they crouched underneath the sofas. 

"Shhh! Lyra, they will find us out if we don't stay quiet!" He whispered to the still giggling toddler.

"Bubby! Look bag! I want that!" Now, being the apple of her Daddy's eyes, Lyra was spoiled to death,something which wasn't enjoyed by Y/n. Draco spoiled Scorpius too, but with Lyra,he didn't have any limits. Scorpius was more clingy towards his mother. He would cry endlessly when he was of Lyra's age, whenever Y/n was out of his sight or had to leave for her work.

Knowing that if he didn't give Lyra the bag then she would throw a huge tantrum, Scorpius silently got out of his hide-out and grabbed the bag quickly, returning back to where he hid at the speed of light. The bag contained a number of boxes which were locked with Charms and spells. 

"Look at this!" Lyra whispered excitedly, as she pulled out a gold chain from a glass box which was not sealed and could be easily opened. 

"Lyra, don't touch it! Mum and Dad told us to stay away from touching this bag!" Scorpius was now worried. He tried to pull the chain away from her tiny hands but she was strong enough to not let it go and grimaced when he attempted to.

"No, this is mine!" 

"Lyra don't do this!"

Lyra then caught hold of the hourglass pendant ,dangling in the centre of the chain and started playing it. Before Scorpius could stop her from doing so, Lyra had already turned the hourglass quite a number of times. The surroundings around them started to change at a blinding speed. Within seconds the sofa was gone and was replaced by an empty home but that didn't stay for long too as all of a sudden the kids got swapped to somewhere else. Feeling terrified, they both clutched on to each other and shut their eyes tight as they continued screaming and crying at the top of their lungs. 

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"Let them hide for sometime, I'll bake some treats for them in the meantime. Why don't you go and play with them?" Narcissa waved her wand to collect all the ingredients for making cupcakes for the two children.

"No, I refuse to partake in childish games and make a fool out of myself. I'd rather read them stories at bedtime." 

"What are you going to do till then?"

"I am going to take a nap,I am utterly exhausted. Now,if you will excuse me."

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Finally coming to the realization that the world around them is not spinning anymore, Scorpius pried one eye open . Stony walls of an ancient castle came into his view, they were leaning against a pillar in a forlorn corridor. Lyra was clutching onto his shirt for her dear life and hid her face on it. 

"Lyra, look we are safe."

"Bubby,where are we?"

"I don't know, we have to find granny and grandpa."

"I want Daddy! I want Mommy!"

"Shh, I'll get Mommy and Daddy for you, just stay quiet and listen to me."

Tears stained Lyra's rosy cheeks which got Scorpius worried. If Lyra starts a tantrum here,then it will cause a huge ruckus.

Very soon they heard giggles,a very familiar one, one that made Lyra perk up and say "Mommy?" 

Two figures entered from a hallway on the left at the end of the pathway. One was a man and the other one was a woman. The man had features, exact to Scorpius'. But, that was funny because Scorpius was the literal younger clone of his Father in terms of his physical appearance. The smiling woman next to him wasn't very hard for Scorpius to identify as his Mother ,being the 'Mama's boy' he was. 

Being the Genius he was,and through his extensive time spent with his mother reading books, he quickly realized that the pendant was actually a time-turner and they had traveled back to when their parents were students. He remembered Y/n telling him, when she was in her second year ,about how Aunt Mione had to use it because she had taken all the subjects in that year. The laughter of the two died down as Draco held Y/n's hand gently and looked into her eyes with the same look he always had on his face whenever he saw her even till the present day in which Scorpius and Lyra lived.

"Y/n, look I really enjoyed our date today and….."

"And?"

Draco averted his gaze towards the floor bashfully. His cheeks had turned a bright pink and he was struggling to look into the mesmerizing (Y/e/c)eyes of hers. 

"And I have had feelings for you since a very long time……so erm…would you like to be my 

girlfriend?" 

The shocked look on his mother's face wasn't missed by Scorpius, she stared at him blankly for a total of five seconds and then pulled him down by his black tie,crashing her lips onto his. Draco's eyes widened with disbelief but then he closed his eyes and sunk into the feeling of her lips on his.

Scorpius fake gagged at this,but then he remembered that he had to turn the turner back. He checked for the turner which must have been in Lyra's hands,only to find, to his horror, that Lyra was not with him. Fortunately, she was not very far. Spotting a bunch of kricowls,she thought that it would be fun to chase them. The time-turner dangling carelessly in a hand. In a panicked way, he immediately rushed and grabbed his sister and before the toddler could let out a whine of disagreement, he snatched the time-turner and had already given it a few turns in reverse. 

They stayed at the same place,but everything around them changed at a fast pace as they observed people making an appearance and leaving within the blink of an eye. It was mostly Draco and Y/n rather than other people. Then they stopped. 

The place hasn't changed a bit, and everything looked just the same as it was when they first arrived. The only change being the addition of someone yelling at the same place back where they saw their parents. Someone was arguing and again the voice felt familiar.

Peeping out of the pillar to see what was going on, both of them saw someone with raven black hair with his back turned towards them, yelling and pointing a finger at Y/n who had her face hidden under her palms and crying. 

"How could you Y/n? So he is more important to you than your own brother? I can't believe this!"

"Don't yell at her Potter!" Draco butted in, holding Y/n gently and patting her back,he sent a glare towards Harry.

"You seduced her! She could never fall in love with you in her right sen-"

"Enough Harry! He is not what you think! Just listen to me!"

"He calls Hermione that, he insults the Weasleys and he even insulted you! How foolish could you be?! This is all a trap,snap out of it!"

"Don't you dare question my love for her! I care about your sister, no matter what!"

"You shut up! You are a foul git! Your entire family consists of a bunch of bigots!"

At this Draco immediately snapped and punched Harry, which Harry retaliated by punching him back and very soon both of them got into a fist fight. Y/n was a crying mess as she screamed at them to stop,she fell on her knees and cried profusely. Scorpius was highly disturbed by this scenario. As far as he remembered,  Uncle Harry and his Father always got along well ,even with Uncle Ron and aunty Hermione. 

Lyra,not being able to see her mother in distress, freed herself from Scorpius' grip and ran up to her mother to give her a hug.

"Mommy!" She ran up and hugged Y/n out of the blue. This stopped all three from their actions. Y/n was extremely shocked ,she was not able to comprehend what just happened. Lyra then freed herself from her mother, went up to her beloved Father and pulled his trousers.

"Bad Daddy! Bad Uncle Harry! You made Mommy cwy!"

"Sweetie, what's your name?" Y/n asked softly.

"Lywa, Lywa Malfoy." She puffed her chest and spoke proudly. Clearly her Daddy's daughter.

"Lyra,come back here!" Scorpius ran up to her and picked her up in his arms.

Draco stopped breathing completely at the sight of a miniature 'him' right in front of his eyes. 

"Uhh, hi Mum ,hi Dad, hi Uncle…" Scorpius greeted them nervously. An awkward silence prevailed among them as Lyra clung on to the younger version of her mother.

"Wait,what's happening here,I'm confused?" Y/n broke the silence

Then noticing the hourglass shaped pendant,  the pieces of the puzzle came together and she finally solved it. Heaving a sigh, she rubbed her forehead.

"Did you two use that?"

"Yes,we did."

"Now it makes sense. Wait, are you Draco's and my children?"

"Yes."

"So this means we got married?" Draco asked with a surprised but joyous tone. 

"Yes."

"And I agreed to that?" Harry was flabbergasted.

"Yes again and this is the first time, we are seeing you two fight."

"WHAT?"Both Draco and Harry yelled.

"Stop shouting, will  you ? She has fallen asleep." Y/n whisper-shouted , as she gently held Lyra in her lap while the toddler slept peacefully as she sucked on her thumb.

Picking her up gently in her arms, she handed her over to Draco, who was mesmerized by the sight of his girlfriend taking care of a miniature Y/n ,who turns out to be his daughter from the future. The affirmation of marrying the girl of his dreams, made him emotional, tears welled up in his eyes,threatening to fall and show his vulnerability. But,his expression was enough to let everyone know how he truly felt.

Y/n knew that Draco needed to feel the little toddler in his arms for once so as to make him believe that this was not a dream. Harry was completely speechless. The idea of being an uncle overwhelmed his senses as he looked at the two children, one being the carbon copy of Y/n when she was three and the other looking like Draco when he was seven. 

Y/n reached out to Scorpius and placed her palm on his cheeks gently as she looked into his eyes with a feeling very foreign to her but was very welcome. Is this how a mother feels? Instinctively, she pulled him for a hug, relishing the feeling of her future son in her arms. Meanwhile, Draco was overjoyed to be able to hold his future daughter in his arms. He was now more than ever firm in his dream of marrying Y/n and fighting for her. 

"How do Draco and I get along?" Harry asked Scorpius all of a sudden. 

"You both get along quite well, in fact you both and Uncle Ron go to fight bad guys together all the time!"

"So, I am an Auror?"

"Maybe, I don't know what it's called,but you three are my heroes!" A knowing smile appeared on Y/n's lips at this.

"There are you two!" Y/n's voice echoed from the other side of the corridor. All four of them looked up to find a panting older Y/n followed by an older Draco in the same state with another time-turner in his hand.

"Mum,Dad, I am so sorry! It was Lyra,she started playing with the time-turner and I didn't know-"

"Sweetheart,it's alright. We'll talk about this when we get home. Don't worry,no one's scolding you. I am just glad that you both are safe." Y/n spoke as she tightly hugged Scorpius. Looking at the younger Draco, Draco said, "don't worry, it's going to be a tough fight,but it'll be worth everything." He nodded back in affirmation as he handed over Lyra to the arms of his older self.

Draco didn't need any explanation, he knew what his older self meant. Each and every word. The feeling of carrying his children in his arms and the thought of making Y/n his wife got imprinted in his soul and he would give up everything to have that.

"Okay, this was a very heartwarming meeting,but I'm afraid that we'll have to obliviate you three. Oh hi Harry!"

"You're really going to obliviate us? I don't want to forget this." 

"We understand Y/n, but trust me,you'll have all of this very soon. Sooner than you can think." 

With this, they drew out their wands and carefully obliviated all three of them from this particular incident. But,before leaving, Draco made sure to leave a note inside younger Draco's pocket and with that they left.

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"Oh my goodness, I was so worried! Y/n, Draco, I am so sorry for losing them!"

"Don't be Narcissa, it's not your fault."

"Father, I'd like to know,why were you even carrying these objects which may contain dark magic in just a simple bag?" Even though Draco asked this calmly, the anger in his tone was not missed at all.

"The box in which these were kept,absorbed some dark magic and itself became lethal too, which is why we were instructed to keep these in a bag ,even though all the objects have been checked and these are not containing any form of dark magic." Lucius informed monotonously,clearly still very tired and wishing nothing more than to return to his 'humble' Manor.

"Draco, it's late, we should go take some rest now.  Would you like to spend the night here?"

"No dear, we are on our way, we have given enough trouble to you both, Goodnight!" Narcissa bid them.

"Don't say that, you didn't give us much trouble. It was because of these troublemakers, but it's alright,the problem is solved now. So……..Goodnight!"

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"What just happened to us?" Y/n asked ,still in a daze and trying to figure out badly about the situation they are in.

"I don't know, I am just as clueless as you are." Harry replied.

"Yeah,me too." Draco agreed with Harry. 

"You know what Malfoy, you break her heart, I'll break your bones!" At this Y/n squealed and hugged Harry thanking him.

"I'd rather kill myself than ever hurt her." Draco replied.

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Later on when he was alone inside his dorm,he felt something inside his pocket. Sliding his hand inside it,he found a note. A huge smile appeared on his face as he read it :

" Dear Draco,

She's worth everything, don't ever lose her. Always fight for her,because she will become your everything. "

Draco smiled at the last sentence, because Y/n had already become his everything and he would fight till death to make her happy.

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A/n: This is the first time that I posted my work publicly. I know that this wasn't quite good enough, but I promise to be a better writer and work on my skills in the days to come. Thanks to Chloe (@drayslove) again for this beautiful idea! Thank you for reading! Have a nice day!💕

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[tagedeszorns]

No-potato-pre-Heresy Lucius for @moonslefttiddy

(older pic I totally forgot I did draw. I found it and still like the energy)

#warhammer #horus heresy #emperor's children #space marines #Lucius not yet Eternal #no potato

[cealesti]

"Dying on your lips (is how I wanna go)" sounds amazing I'd love to hear about it!

Thank you so much for the ask from the WIP tag game!!

Aaaaaa this is a dark one, so buckle up!

Disclaimer, this is still a very vague concept in my brain and it's heavily inspired by a Gravity Falls fic named "Gold", wherein Dipper becomes Bill Cipher's apprentice and Terrible Things Happen because of it.

The idea here goes something like:

After trying to kill Harry in Godric's Hollow, Vee's main soul piece doesn't really withstand the Killing Curse. Rather, it dissipates and is reabsorbed by all the remaining Horcruxes. Thus, not only is Dumbledore a lot more secure in the assumption that Vee actually died - because the scene in Godric's Hollow was a lot more normal and there was no suspicious activity to convince him otherwise - but also Harry's first year is a lot more peaceful. Some other poor sucker takes the DADA post, Quirrel is a normal Muggle Studies teacher, there is no troll or life threatening hijinks (which in turn has some consequences in Harry's social circle that I haven't fully figured out yet).

THEN, of course, Lucius Malfoy comes along and drops the Diary in Ginny's cauldron. Harry gets a hand in it, somehow, and this time Tom Riddle isn't just Tom Riddle, sixteen and arrogant and angry at the world. This time, it's also Lord Voldemort, and he can play the long game.

He's got eternity, after all, and it'd be so much sweeter for his prophecized vanquisher to be the one that brings him back to life.

An excerpt of my notes:

basically he [Harry] gets his lil hands on the diary and tom wrecks unending havoc on him. like, we’re talking codependent possession parasitic necro rape/noncon warnings, all the nasty shit; we’re thinking something based off Gold, okay( people will die )

#eve.txt #writing updates #asks

[ladymirdan]

I just posted the latest chapter on Chasing Perfection for those of you who read my fics.

(it's starting to get steamy now 🤭)

#fanfiction #40k #warhammer 40k #stupid sexy space marines #saul tarvitz #lucius not yet eternal #emperors children

[khruschevshoe]

Lucius Spriggs (In the Gravy Basket)

I think I might be scared

Of the world and the way it makes you feel afraid

And I found Jesus, what a liar

So, I trade licks with muddy waters

And I, well I found what's best for me

And now I see no tragedy

And now I won't be packing little pistols

No, no, no more

-Mother Mother, Little Pistol

He knows that heroes get punished for their hubris. He knows that heroines are turned into spiders, that dryads are turned into constellations, that men have to bury their lovers on the battlefield.

He knows what fate awaits those who dare to question gods.

That's why he ran from his father. That's why he wasn't surprised when Blackbeard drowned him.

Lucius Spriggs’ fate is to question and be punished for it. Sisyphus was condemned to forever push that boulder up the hill, failing for all of eternity; Lucius was punished by an endless cycle of being held just on the edge of life, precariously clinging to a cliff face like Prometheus while his lungs are slowly clawed open by seawater.

The water hits his waist, his chest, his shoulders.

Maybe this is his way out. Maybe this is the way he finally manages to escape the purgatory that Blackbeard sealed him within.

Maybe this is the way he finally accepts his destiny.

Lucius sits down and lets the water close over his head.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, you're brave because they broke you (yet broken still you breathe)

So this fic came up and ripped my heart out of my chest. It has a happy ending, thank god, but it's probably the darkest fic in this series? It basically tackles all of Lucius' backstory in this 'verse (abusive childhood, guilt over running away and leaving his little sister behind, his borderline suicidal thoughts when he is kept in the trunk in the hold during Blackbeard's kraken-era, etc.) by putting him in the Gravy Basket and making him face the end. (It also has a killer little subplot about Jim and Archie fighting/killing god (Blackbeard) right as Olu, Pete, and Stede arrive back onboard.) The religious symbolism is INSANE in this one, not just in Blackbeard terms but also there's a sprinkling of greek myths and the like as well. A really great exploration of Lucius' trauma and what a darker/less comedic take on this storyline/the gravy basket could have ended up with (though thankfully still with love and kindness and community coming through at the end).

@polikate @possumsmushroom @yuenity @bricksbloggyplace

#lucius spriggs #tw sui ideation #tw suicidality #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #lucius spriggs lives in the walls of the revenge #aletterinthenameofsanity #gravy basket #fanfic #fic rec #dark #ao3 #moodboard #lyrics #mother mother #the quotes HIT with this one #and the happy ending healed my soul #lupete #sprizzy #angst with a happy ending #little pistol

[sympyl]

Lucius the Eternal (or I suppose Not-Quite-Yet-Eternal because this is him in the Heresy era)

#warhammer #warhammer 40k #40k #emperors children #fulgrim #horus heresy #chaos 40k #slaanesh #artists on tumblr #art #miniatures

[elmswriting]

Title: The Paradox of Love and Power, Revisited

Setting: Malfoy Manor, during the First Wizarding War

Lucius Malfoy stood in the opulent drawing room of Malfoy Manor, a setting of luxury that belied the tension in the air. Tonight, the manor's walls would reverberate with dark incantations and whispered conspiracies—the clandestine meeting of Death Eaters. He looked around, his eyes falling on the masks and dark robes strewn about, stark reminders of his double life.

Across the room, separated by a world of unspoken complexities, was Narcissa. She stood at the periphery, her ethereal beauty contrasting sharply with the dark room. She was no Death Eater, but her life was inextricably linked to one. It was a paradox, a cruel kindness that Lucius felt deeply. He wanted to protect her, shield her from this world of darkness, yet his actions exposed her to it.

Lucius' Internal Dialogue: I've brought her into a realm of danger, thinking it's to protect our family, our legacy. Is it bravery or foolishness?

Narcissa felt his eyes on her and looked up. His gaze was intense, a palpable force laden with unspoken emotion. It was a blend of power and vulnerability that sent ripples through her usual composure.

Narcissa's Internal Dialogue: He looks at me as if I'm his sanctuary, but what if I'm also his Achilles' heel? We're entangled in this perilous reality, and our love is both our armor and our vulnerability—an open secret.

Drawn together as if by an invisible thread, they found themselves standing closer, isolated from the ominous gathering. The air between them was thick with sensual tension, a palpable heavy lightness that seemed to defy the gravity of their situation.

Lucius' Internal Dialogue: To touch her would be an ephemeral escape, a sweet sorrow as the walls of reality close in again.

In a moment that felt both fleeting and eternal, Narcissa reached out and lightly touched his arm. Her touch was full of contradictions—a comfort and a torment, a simple gesture echoing their complex reality.

Narcissa's Internal Dialogue: I wish to assure him we'll survive this, but that would be a comforting lie. It's a paradox, a form of enjoyable suffering.

Lucius looked at her hand on his arm, a simple touch that shattered his typical self-assured thought patterns. He felt compelled to say something, to encapsulate the storm of emotions within him.

Lucius: "We'll find a way through this, Cissa."

Her eyes met his, mirrors reflecting the same mosaic of fear and love, hope and despair. It was a minimal exchange of words, yet it felt as if they had laid their souls bare—a gentle betrayal of his emotional reserve.

Narcissa: "I believe we will, but at what cost, Lucius?"

The question lingered, a form of organized chaos encapsulating the essence of their relationship. They were each other's sanctuary and their own battlefield, a paradox both bewildering and inherently understandable.

Lucius' Internal Dialogue: She's right, as always. The cost is an enigma, a riddle with no easy answer. All I know is I would pay any price to keep her safe—even if it endangers us both. A foolish wisdom.

Narcissa's Internal Dialogue: And I would follow him, wherever this dark path leads. An intelligent folly.

As Lucius returned to the inner circle, his robes swirling around him like a cloak of darkness, the contradiction of their existence was palpable. Their love was an oxymoron, a complex interplay of opposites—fear and courage, darkness and light, bondage and freedom. Yet it was real, as tangible as the war raging beyond their walls, a love that defied simple definitions. It was their precious bane, their lonely crowd, their sweet sorrow.

In a world increasingly filled with contradictions, they were the most beautiful oxymoron of them all. And as they faced an uncertain future, that oxymoronic love remained their one unwavering certainty.

Thus, in a room brimming with paradoxes, they stood as the most intricate—two souls deeply in love but ensnared by a world that might tear them asunder. A complex enigma that neither could untangle, and yet, neither wished to.

#Lucissa #first wizarding war #chatty writes #chatgpt #ai writing