#tome lucius when

[minimutty]

i love the idea that these two probably just hang out together in their free time, they're pals C:

#minis ramblings #fire emblem #fe #fire emblem heroes #feh #lucius #libra #oh raven is busy lets go see what the bestie is doing #i love that theyre considered vicious in battle #tome lucius when #id use up my 1620 orbs for him i swear #if they can remember he exists to pu him in a comic #they can give him an alt #do it

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IN HIS IMAGE [SECONDO x f!reader] CHAPTER III

While you are in search of a new book to read, Secondo will continue to test the reach of the lust ritual.

Apologies for how short this chapter is. This is the middle chapter and it will be conecting to the next one and the subsequent finale. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy it!

tw/tags: smut. +18 warning, established relationship, spicy literature, semipublic sex (kinda?), thigh fucking, teasing, p in v, brief mention of cunnilingus, catholic defiance (very brief), pillow fucking, m/f relationship. 2.7K words

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The library is empty, not many people visit it so early in the morning, but you needed to get a new book. You are looking for something very specific and it is taking a while to find it. You have checked every bookshelf, even asking the librarian for its location, but it seems impossible to find its whereabouts.

You are about to give up when you suddenly see a very worn out spine with the title almost faded. Curiously, you get close and grab it with care. The title read ‘Ms. Finley’s big adventure’. That was it! You almost laugh out loud when you read the title. It seems to be taken out from a child’s book, but of course, it isn’t. Lately, you have been leaning towards the more spicy tomes of your own bookshelf, and you have devoured them all in a few weeks. The romantic plot mixed with the nasty descriptions of sex made you swoon every time. Secondo himself doesn’t understand what lures you to them, but he gets extremely happy when you get to a particularly horny scene and need to jump to his bones to quiet the ache.

There is no much time left until the library gets a bit more lively, but you do want to start the book immediately, so finding your favorite spot in the library, a tiny desk on the corner with just enough light to read, you settle to read the first chapters of the book:

‘The night was fast approaching and Ms. Lena Finley needed to find a place to rest. She had escaped just in time from the grasp of his lover, the priest of Fallengrace, father Lucius Viper. But for how long could she avoid him? In the distance, a small tavern welcomed her with smoke coming out from its chimney and a warm light emanating from the windows. Just in time, a storm was approaching. She hasted her horse and in a few more minutes they arrived to their destination. The place looked welcoming enough, but what she needed the most was a good bed and a nice sleep. The bed was comfortable, a bit softer than she liked, but good nonetheless. She covered herself with the sheets when it suddenly started to rain. The gentle sounds of the drops against the window made her more sleepy than she was and soon she was drifting into slumber.

Memories of her forbidden love appeared in front of her, his warm body, his beautiful auburn hair, his two radiant green orbs that shone even brighter when he saw her. And oh… his member… how his enormous member ached when he entered her. He made her feel so good, so loved. But their love was forbidden. She could never forgive herself if she became the cause of his demise. She could not bare either being so agonizingly close to him and not being able to be with him. That’s why she ran, that’s why she was hiding from everything.

She had made it far in the couple of days she had been gone. Lena would find a place to work, a place to start over, but of course, she was sad. She loved Lucius with all her heart and her tears started to fall when she thought sleep was near. Her sobs echoed through the silent room, until it wasn’t silent anymore. Some quick paced steps approached the room, then silence. Lena was scared, maybe they had found her, maybe it was all over. A couple of knocks suddenly broke the silence.

“Lena, it is me… please I know you are there… please…” It was Lucius! He had found her, how?

With caution, she got out of bed and stood in front of the door. Her breath was heavy and her silky nightgown was doing nothing to protect her from the cold. Slowly, she opened the door to find a drenched Lucius standing right in front of her. His hair wet, his eyes sad and with dark bags under them, but once he saw her, a small light flickered on them, as if life had returned to him.

“My love…” Lucius launched forward, hugging Lena as she was made of smoke. “Please, don’t go, don’t leave me. My soul aches for you, I am lost if you are not beside me…”

“Lucius… but your position, your responsibilities. I could never be the reason for your demise, my love.” Lena whispered against his neck, hugging him back. The water dripping from his clothes sticking to her nightgown, but the familiar heat emanating from him felt so welcome to her chilling soul.

“I don’t care, I only want you. Fuck the church, fuck them all from trying to make you go away. I will never forgive them.”

“Dear, please, don’t say that. I know how important it is to you, I know how much you love God.” Lucius hugged her even tighter.

“No, not as much as I love you, never as much as I love you…”

They kissed then, slow, deep, all the emotions unspoken poured into the embrace. Lucius grabbed Lena’s back and went upward until he found her neck and then her cheeks, deepening the kiss. He moved slightly forward, not breaking the contact as he closed the door with his foot. She understood then, she felt the same, they both needed each other, right there and then.’

It has been only twenty minutes since you have started reading the book and it was already getting to the good stuff. Suddenly, your phone buzzes. A message from Secondo:

‘Tesoro, have you found what you were looking for?’

‘I have, I am reading a bit in the library.’

‘Oh, I figured. Can you stay there a bit longer? I am going to be busy.’

‘Yeah, sure. Do you need anything?’

‘Not really, well… just don’t make much noise, you know the librarian gets when she hears unwanted noises.’

‘Caro, what’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Niente, just teasing, I know how you get when you read those books my dear…’

You blush, trying to come with a witty comeback but Secondo seems to have disconnected from the chat, leaving with the last word. He is acting weird for sure, planning something. Nothing you can do for now but continue reading.

‘Lucius drowned her breath with his passion, trying to consume her like the forbidden fruit everyone said she was. It didn’t matter to him, he was going to sin, he was going to become the worst sinner if that meant that they could be together forever. He sat her gently on the bed and took a good look. Her hair looked so soft and so did her skin, the droplets of rain that had drenched him had transferred to her, falling through her arms and between her breasts. The outfit she was wearing was also wet, sticking to her skin, hugging her curves. She was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes upon.

Lena laid on top of the bed, extending her arms over her head, he gown rising over her knees and reaching her covered core. Lucius stood standing, right in front of her, looking at her with a hungry gaze, thinking of all the things he wanted to do to her. Them. he knelt down, like he always did, ready to pray, ready to pull his whole devotion into the one he loved the most. Delicately, he grabbed the elastic of Lena’s panties and pulled down, Lena herself raising her hips to allow for a better access. Once off, Lucius got close, inhaling the sweet scent that emanated from her. She was so ready, so wet, so fucking perfect. His nose brushed her core, his breath hitting her like a cold breeze in the summer heat. Then, his mouth enveloped her entire cunt, sucking and licking, he was desperate for her nectar. His tongue swept up and down, sometimes circling her clit-’

A jolt of pleasure kicks you suddenly. You know you are wet, you know you are horny. That is no excuse however to feel a dick brushing your folds. It cannot be. You look down and gasp, a glistening blue dick is just sliding through your cunt. That motherfucker. How was Secondo doing that? Did the lust ritual had more reach than you thought? It was all so new and unknown, you hadn’t found any accounts from people that had attempted the ritual before so it was all a shot in the dark. It had served you well before, but this? This was completely unexpected, not unwelcome, just surprising.

You see Secondo’s dick fully erect, glistening with precum, thrusting slightly and making you moan at the contact. You don’t know what he is fucking, but the position is making you want more, then you remember where you are. You are in public, any minute now someone would be getting close to you, looking for a book. You had to flee. Standing up you see your predicament, the floating shiny member of your lover was still there, continuing its lustful motion. You were trapped, everybody would see so you have to take this as quietly as you can, there would be time for revenge later.

Secondo lays on top of your shared bed, completely naked, smirking like the devil that he is and fucking a pillow. He is imagining you, seated on a chair of the library, he knows exactly where, he knows how much you like that seat so he can picture you so clearly. He closes his eyes and your image is so real, you are hunched over, the book in your hands, your eyes wide shut and your breath quick and ragged. His thrusts continue, the pillow feels like your cunt, your folds, wet and hot. He is not going to enter you today, he knows you could not take that much without moaning his name, so he is going to fuck your cunt.

You know what he wants, you are coating him entirely, but the fact that he is not entering you is driving you nuts. His tip is hitting your entrance and the length of his cock brushing your clit… You close your eyes and try to focus on how the fuck not to moan as loud as you want. Involuntarily, you close your thighs, clenching them around Secondo’s length and you can feel him twitching, the contact surely made him gasp. The image of his naked body fills you then, his elbows on the mattress, his knees too, he has fallen over from the unexpected contact of your thighs.

‘Cazzo!’ You can hear on the back of your mind.

‘Two can play at this game, my dear… You underestimate me.’ You think and the rumbles of a low chuckle bless your ears. You are not talking to each other, it is impossible, but the ideas, you minds, they are connected somehow. What the fuck was that ritual?

‘I could never, you are too much of a needy slut for me to underestimate you’ The thought hits you and you blush deeply ‘Now be good and let me fuck you a bit, sì? And be quiet, we don’t want t get you in trouble, do we?’

‘When I get you-ah!- my revenge is going to be slow and painful, I promise…fuck!’ You think, hoping it reaches Secondo, his movements starting again, giving some needed attention to your clit.

‘I wouldn’t want it any other way, tesoro mio… I really want you to pour all your frustration into me, you know I can take it… as-I-know-you-can-take-mine.’ The last words of the sentence marked with a heavy thrust each, which makes you clench the table in front of you, turning you knuckles white.

The glistening ghostly cock in between your thighs quickens the pace and you hear the wet sounds of your drenched cunt letting the member in and out of your folds and thighs. You want to moan, you want to whimper and you want to fucking scream Secondo’s name. Without being able to avoid it, and after a particularly rough thrust, the book you are holding falls from your hands onto the floor. The sound of a woman hushing makes you turn white, you were so lost in the pleasure and focusing about not letting out any sounds that you had neglected the book. You open your eyes widely at the sound, checking your surroundings with a panicked expression but there is no one around. The librarian must still be at her spot, but any more sounds and she could come check in any moment, you need to be more careful.

Slowly you rise from your chair, both of your fists gripping the wooden table. The always familiar tightening of your abdomen starts to make itself present. Grabbing with force, you arch your back and open your legs, if you wanted to get out of there, better to finish this fast. In your mind you hear a displeased groan, so you close your legs again, enveloping the ghostly cock.

‘Good girl…’ You hear, biting your lip to not let out any of the sounds you want to do. This is one of the most frustrating things Secondo has made you do, and he is going to pay it tenfold… but it feels so fucking good to have him like this, your little secret, he fucking you so good and you having to keep quiet… so sinful.

There is nothing you can do but close your eyes to fully concentrate on being quiet, Secondo laughs and you want to kick his ass, but maybe when he is finished fucking you. The brushing of your clit feels surreal, tingly and swollen into heavenly bliss. You want to come so bad, but when you instantly think about it, Secondo quiets you.

‘My dear, I do need to fuck you today. I need to feel you around me. Could you be quiet while I fuck that pretty pussy of yours, mhm? Will you be a good girl for your Papa?’ You want to fucking kill him, but you also want him to fuck you into an orgasmic puddle of lust.

‘Okay… Caro, please be quick, I am so close already.’

‘I know, tesoro mio, I can feel it, your tightness, your aching core is calling me… somehow. And I want nothing more than to get lost inside of you.’

‘What do you want me to do?’

‘Stay there, but part your legs once more, I will take you from the back.’ You nod and comply.

Your forearms now rest on top of the desk, your fists clenched and hurting from the force you are doing. Secondo stands up from his place on the bed, and grabs your invisible hips, aligning himself once again with your entrance. Without warning he slides in with such ease you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

In and out, the rhythmic motions set by Secondo’s heavy thrusts swing your body forward, the table moving slightly, creaking under your force. At this point you do not care about the noise, even if it would mortify you if anyone found out about what was going on, but the lust was clouding your common sense, you just want to come.

‘Faster, please…’ You plead and without a word Secondo sets his motions even faster, your core already on fire, the blissful release wanting to get out.

‘Come for me, tesoro mio…’ and on cue, you do. Your walls clenching around his pulsating dick, your orgasm hitting like a tsunami. You put your lips together, a scream just at the back of your throat. Secondo continues his motions and with a couple more thrusts he is coming too. His seed feels hot and heavy, making you hum in pleasure, but there is nothing there as you glance down. He must have ruined a perfectly good pillow.

Trying to think of something for Secondo to hear doesn’t work anymore, you cannot hear him. The glowing dick in between your core faintly disappearing after he let out his release, it is the proof you need that this connection only works while the occurrence of the act of lust itself.

You are left there, siting and exhausted from the bliss of your orgasm. You know for sure Secondo is laughing, waiting for you to come back to tease you to no end. Well, we will see who teases who, after all, revenge is the sweetest treat.

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Italian translations:

Niente: nothing

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[sailtomarina]

The Artist's Daughter

She was here again.

Draco Lucius Malfoy, First and Only Prince to the kingdom, stayed hidden in the stacks next to a row of tomes dictating the genealogies of the royal families dating back hundreds of years. He had his private tutor to thank for the tiresome task of locating the volume listing the exact ancestor Draco had failed to name correctly in his latest exam. The other day, he’d been here searching for a text that would answer which crops their kingdom specialized in for exports. Ridiculous, really. As if he wouldn’t some day have advisors to do all this research for him.

Then, just like today, he’d seen a girl wandering through the shelves. She hadn’t noticed him, of course. Draco was far too sneaky to be detected by some muggle, which she had to be given her unaware musings as she walked around with her nose buried in a book.

The first time, he’d remained hidden, even going so far as to cast a disillusionment spell on himself. As surprised as he was to see a stranger, he supposed that if they were to wander any of the handful of libraries in the castle, this was the most appropriate one. It was situated on the ground floor not too far from the entrance and ballroom. This is where most of the muggle texts were organized, along with an unfortunate number of historical texts currently pertinent to Draco’s education.

She’d struck him as pretty, albeit in a muggle sort of way. She’d worn a simple lady’s gown in a pale yellow that contrasted with the rich dark curls tumbling down her back. Freckles sprinkled generously across her pale skin, markings his cousins would have glamoured over from birth. If he guessed correctly, they weren’t too far apart in age, perhaps fourteen or fifteen. That was another indicator of her humble breeding—he didn’t recognize her, not from school or from the countless balls and feasts he’d attended growing up. She couldn’t be a noble.

Today, she wore a dress in a lovely sage green with tiny white flowers embroidered along the scoop neckline. Draco imagined her eyes to match the green, or to perhaps blink at him in a hazel hue. He needed to know.

“Who are you?” His voice came out much harsher than intended. 

He’d stepped out in front of her just as she was about to pass, causing her to come to an abrupt stop before crashing into him. Startled eyes, irises dark brown and glinting with a hint of gold, gazed up at him. He’d been wrong about the colors.

“Oh! I didn’t see you there. I’m Hermione Granger. And you are?” She stepped back to an appropriate distance from him, hugging a few books to her chest like armor.

“I’m Draco,” he said simply.

“The prince?” She didn’t sound too surprised, and eyed his unmistakable platinum hair.

“The very same. Why are you here in the library?” He’d finally tempered his tone to a more congenial one. 

“I was told I could read whatever I liked in here. My father is painting your Grand Ballroom.”

Ah. She was the daughter of the painter.

His mother made it a point to elect a new project as soon as the previous one was complete. Previous years had resulted in a reworked Imperial Garden, which boasted rose gardens with every imaginable variety, both magical and non-magical. A formidable greenhouse was added shortly after, and the caretaker they’d employed soon obtained and cultivated the rarest of specimens for use in medicine and potions. 

This year, Queen Narcissa turned her attention to the Grand Ballroom. She and his father adored hosting balls at every opportunity. What better way to display their love for art and beauty than to paint the entire ceiling and all its walls with depictions of magical beasts and figures from history. Circe. Merlin. Rasputin. Titania and Oberon.

Draco had assumed they’d hire a wizard, but he should have known that when it came to art, the king and queen saw no difference between magic or not. They simply wanted the best, and if that happened to be stationary art, then so be it.

“Find anything interesting?” He feigned interest, intent on keeping her talking. She was far more entertaining than pouring over volumes of ancestors alone.

She perked up at his question, and Draco could have sworn sections of her hair floated for just a brief moment.

Certainly not.

“I did! Did you know your castle is situated on top of the most powerful spot in the kingdom? All of the most prominent ley lines converge here underneath our feet!” She stomped one foot in emphasis. He wouldn’t be surprised if she went through several slippers a season if she always beat on them in that manner.

Wait.

Did she say “ley lines”?

“Are you a witch?” he blurted out, once again wincing at the gracelessness of his question. His mother would be mortified if she could hear him.

Hermione looked at him as if he was stupid. “Yes. Why else would your family let me wander around here by myself?”

“I don’t know, maybe because this is the one library of many where muggles are allowed? They do come here occasionally, muggle nobles, to garner favor with us,” he sputtered. He still couldn’t quite believe it. She was a witch. She was an unknown witch of his age. “Why don’t I know you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

“My parents are muggles. I might have a squib ancestor somewhere, but as far as we know, I’m the only magic user in the Granger family. They sent me abroad for schooling since Hogwarts doesn’t currently accept muggle-borns.” She raised her eyebrows as if challenging him, but Draco couldn’t find it within himself to care about her background.

Hermione didn’t fawn on him like the other girls who had paraded themselves around him at school. She didn’t bat her eyelashes or titter behind a gloved hand. She didn’t wear gloves at all, her slender fingers wrapping around ancient texts as if relishing the touch of the worn covers. She probably thumbed the pages like his instructors told him never to do.

He would have thought that would annoy him, but he instead found himself intrigued in this muggle-born witch who liked reading, wore slippers instead of heels, and forewent glamours.

“Do you want to see the other libraries?”

His words were like a spell, as effective at getting her to brighten as a cheering draught.

“Oh, can I? The king and queen won’t mind?” She nearly vibrated in her excitement.

Her hair was definitely twice the size it was before.

“Not if you’re with me,” Draco said with a smirk, though that was partially a lie. If they’d wanted her in the other libraries, they would have explicitly told her. 

“Well, in that case, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!” She made to dash away, but he caught her shoulder before she could do so.

“Allow me,” he said with a gesture towards the books still clutched to her chest.

“Oh, I can carry these.”

“Please, I insist.” It wouldn’t do if either of his parents not only caught him skiving off lessons with the girl, but allowing her to carry around books like some commoner. When she finally let go of her findings, he cast a featherweight charm and looked at her knowingly. She flushed an adorable shade of pink.

“They really weren’t very heavy, but thank you anyways.”

They spent the remainder of the afternoon exploring, only making it to two additional libraries. Hermione had only added to the pile of books floating behind Draco. He had to refresh the charm multiple times due to the sheer weight.

“You do realize you can’t remove these from the castle, don’t you?” He hoped this wouldn’t be the last time he’d see her, that she’d continue to visit along with her father for as long as there was work. “How long will it take your father to finish the ballroom?”

“To answer your first question, yes, I do understand that I’ll need to reserve these books to read later. I was hoping you could help with that.” He nodded his agreement, even as he inwardly danced with joy at the thought that he now had a reason to continue seeing the girl. “And to answer your second, it could take my father years.”

“Years?” Draco was aghast at the approximation.

“Years,” she repeated. “If you go take a look, you’ll see why. He’s not even working alone—he has an entire team helping with the moldings and scenery.”

Trust his mother to pick a project of such staggering proportions that it required multiple artists. On the bright side, that meant he’d have a long time to get to know Hermione, even if it was only during the holidays.

“It’s a shame you can’t attend Hogwarts.” It wasn’t until she tutted in agreement that he realized he’d said the words aloud. If she’d been like any other girl, she would have pounced on any hint of attachment on his part. She, however, did not.

“Well, if the king’s word is true, then I may soon. In exchange for my father’s work, yours agreed to update Hogwarts’ policies. I love Beauxbatons, but I can’t disagree that staying closer to home would make everything a lot easier on my family.”

“If you do,” Draco said the words slowly, hardly believing they were coming out of his mouth but needing her to know before it was too late, “then you should ask to be sorted into Slytherin.”

His heart sank at the way her nose wrinkled and lips turned downward in a grimace. “Isn’t that house renowned for pureblood ideology? I was leaning more towards Ravenclaw, myself.”

He nodded somewhat agreeably. “Books and cleverness…you could certainly do worse. They’re not a bad lot, if you ignore their tendency to disappear into their studies. Though…” he trailed off, reluctant to give away his feelings again without assistance.

“Though it might mean we don’t see each other? I wouldn’t let that happen outside of exams,” she said offhandedly. “I’ll keep in mind what you said. Snakes can be quite clever, in a sneaky kind of way.” The pointed look she sent Draco reminded him of how he’d approached her in the first place.

“Quite.”

A gentle melody played in the air, noting the top of the hour and finishing with eight long chimes.

“And that’s my cue. Hold on to those for me, would you?” Hermione leaned up onto her toes, laid the palms of her hands atop his shoulders, and pressed a kiss onto one cheek, then the other.

Draco could do nothing but stand still in shock at her forwardness. Then he remembered where she went to school and the strange habits the people of that land practiced. He cleared his throat to cover his awkward silence, but the crooked smirk she wore proved the attempt useless.

“When will I see you next?” He realized how needy that sounded as it came out, and hastily continued,“Just so I know when to have them ready?”

She flitted to the doors and didn’t respond until she was nearly through them, “I’m sure you’ll find me!”

And just like that, she was gone, leaving behind her stack of books, the echoes of her soft lips on his face, and the sweet scent of apple blossoms in the air. Draco wondered if she had perhaps cast some sort of love spell on him. How else could he explain his complete lack of reservation around her, or why her humble origins didn’t matter to him like he thought they should?

Queen Narcissa found him still in contemplation shortly after, and was impressed at the amount of reading material gathered around him.

“My dragon, there you are! Wilfred said he’d sent you to recover texts on our family history ages ago.”

“Mother, did you know the painter has a daughter?”

Narcissa blinked as she processed the odd question. “Master Granger? Of course. Hermione is a lovely, bright little thing. I told her she could read whatever she liked in our First Library. Why do you ask?”

Her son continued to stare at the wall, and she had half a mind to cast a homenum revelio.

“Draco?”

He came to with a shake and gave her one of his rare, full smiles. “No reason. I think we’ll be wonderful friends. You should make sure Hogwarts changes their acceptance rules before school starts again.”

Bewildered and bemused, she stroked a hand over his hair, so like his father’s. “I take it the two of you met?”

“We did. These are all hers.” He gestured towards the books once more.

“And here I thought you’d finally taken an interest in your studies.”

He snorted and she nearly pinched him on the arm for his cheek. She made do instead with a tickle to his side. He ducked away from her with a laugh, holding up his hands in surrender. “Mother, please! That isn’t fair! You know all my weak spots.”

She desisted in her attack with another indulgent smile. “And don’t you forget it. Just be careful with Hermione, dear.”

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head in confusion and she nearly sighed at his naivety. The young could be so oblivious, but she envied them their freedom.

She thought back on her own upbringing. The Blacks were more ancient and arrogant than even the royal family; her marriage to Lucius had been agreed upon at birth and as expected as the fact that clouds brought rain and Blacks were as pure as pure could be. She knew she was his from the beginning, and no amount of pining after others or imagining life in another place with a different name would change her fate.

Narcissa looked at her son, a near perfect replica of her husband aside from the softer grey eyes she’d bestowed upon him and his smile. He’d been so much like her at the start, but over the years he’d become more and more like his father. Now, today, he was like his younger self again.

She didn’t care what Lucius intended for his heir. She just wanted him to find happiness.

“True friends are difficult to come by, particularly for people of our station. I have a feeling that, if you nurture your relationship with Hermione, she’ll be someone worth keeping at your side.”

“What would father say?” he asked, caution and desire battling for domination on his face.

“He prizes power above all else.” This much was true. Lucius just happened to have a bit of a blind spot outside of magical families. “Apply yourself to your studies, help one another, and I’ll take care of Hogwarts and your father.”

Listening to his mother, Draco started to relax and let a bit of his earlier hope trickle back in. He wasn’t sure how Hermione had secured her approval, but she had. Greater deeds had been turned into ballads.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re a bit terrifying sometimes?”

Narcissa smirked, immediately reminding Draco of wild curls and a smattering of freckles. The two women looked wildly different, yet they gave off a similar air of confident capability.

“I have been told. Once or twice.”

He made a note to tread carefully around Hermione in the future. If she turned out anything like his mother, he never wanted to be on the opposite end of her ire.

Oh, the feats they would accomplish together.

WC 2606

DHRMonth Prompt: Week 4 - Alternate Universe, September 22 - Royal AU

Cross-posted to AO3

I have half a mind to write a full story in this setting, since it spiraled into something I want to know more about. I didn’t think I used to have a thing for royal AUs, but maybe I do???

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[sneverussape]

walpurgis

another one that's been in my drafts for a while. it's just a lil ficlet so don't expect much hehe

@greens-your-color prompt # 25: DEATH EATER (scenario 1)

summary: a group is taking over the Wizarding World's news by storm and severus is naturally curious

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“Lily?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you heard of these? These Knights of Walpurgis?”

Lily turned to look at Severus only to give him a disdainful eyeroll. “What do you want to know about them for?”

“Well, who are they even?” Severus was more than a little curious, but he was also apprehensive.

“Nobody special. They’re just a bunch of people who believe in a load of malarkey.”

Severus frowned. That certainly wasn’t the description he expected. “Malarkey? Like what?”

This time, Lily granted him a heavy sigh from behind the heavy tome she was reading. “Honestly, Severus, you shouldn’t believe everything you read on the Prophet. They’re just a group acting grand. Rich tossers who have too much time on their hands.”

“But is it true though, that they have access to hidden magics and things?” Severus felt his fingers itch at the notion. He was already taking advanced lessons in both Potions and Transfiguration, with both Lucius and Andi’s support and none of McGonagall’s and Dumbledore’s knowledge, and he was eager to learn beyond what books held, although he was careful to never share the reason. The few people who mattered would figure it out soon enough, but he avoided voicing it out loud to avoid any pretenses of hope. He was convinced mixing modern medicine and magic was the key to managing or even completely curing his condition altogether. Very few wizards in the past had already done so but they were all at least a century old. He had vowed to himself that he would engage in the same practice to figure out a cure, or at the very least die in the attempt. But he wasn’t going to tell Lily that, of course.

He asked her instead, “Do they know things beyond the books and the stuff they teach us? Like deeper magics? Blood magic?”

“Who told you that?” Lily looked at him this time, a frown twisting her features.

“Lucius,” Severus said before he could even stop himself. When he saw Lily’s expression darken, he caught himself and backtracked. “Not that it means anything, he was just talking shop…keeping me interested throughout lessons. Oh, don't make that face, Lily!”

“You’re fourteen and not living in the Wizarding World, he shouldn’t be telling you that.” Lily had snapped her book shut and was already making her way out of the plush armchair she had settled in. “I’m telling Mum and Dad—”

“No—!” Severus blocked his sister before she could make her way out of their father’s study. This conversation certainly wasn’t going the way he wanted. He had thought it was a simple enough question. “You don’t have to tell them, Lils, c’mon, I was just curious…”

Lily had grown an odd shade of red, as though she was angry. But why? Severus didn’t understand.

“The Knights of Walpurgis,” she spat the name as though it left a bad taste on her tongue, and her voice had dropped down to a hiss, “is a dangerous group, Severus, and you shouldn’t discuss them so casually.”

This time, it was Severus’ turn to frown. He could feel his dreams crumbling to dust before his very eyes. “I thought you said they were just a bunch of tossers. Why are you making it sound like they’re more than that?”

Lily shook her head vehemently. “Forget I said it. Don’t talk about them, Sev. I mean it. Lucius should not be talking about them to you.”

“Why shouldn’t he?” Defiance surged within him; Severus had never really liked being told what to do, especially by his sisters. It just wasn’t in his nature. “He’s my tutor, it’s his job to tell me things.”

“Not about this he isn’t! You wouldn’t understand…”

He caught her insinuation immediately and felt his face grow hot. “Because I’m not at Hogwarts, you mean? Or in the Wizarding World? I’m as much a wizard as any of you lot!”

Lily looked as though she had been struck. Her eyes widened comically wide. “That’s not what I meant!” she said, although her expression said otherwise. Lily had always been a terrible liar.

“That’s what you wanted to say,” Severus said, unable to control the bitterness in his tone. “Out with it then, Lils. You probably don’t even see me as one of you, because I don’t go to school in a magical castle and learn amongst giants and goblins and pixies. I probably don't even hold a wand right in your eyes.”

This time, tears welled in Lily’s eyes, crystal against vibrant green. “That’s not true, stop it, Severus! I have never thought that, and I never will!”

His chest had grown tight and Severus felt like crying himself. He knew Lily wasn’t trying to be mean, but somehow he also couldn’t help but feel the stab of self-pity that came at his own accusation. If his own sister thought he was beneath knowing something that was apparently commonplace news in the Wizarding World, what did the other kids think? Did they think he was some sort of…some sort of second-rate freak? Did Lily?

Severus tilted his chin up as he sniffed. He looked down at Lily with what he hoped was an imperious glare as he said, “Forget I asked. I shan’t bother you about it again.”

He stood and turned to stomp out of the room, tuning out Lily calling out to him. He shouldn’t have asked her. He shouldn’t have asked any of them. He should have just asked Lucius. Lucius would know. Lucius always answered his questions. Lucius wouldn’t think he was a freak.

As he walked away, Severus unconsciously scrubbed at the tears that were gathering at the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

#i actually had two scenarios for this story and that was sev still being curious about the DE aka Knights in this au #or lily joining them herself since she thinks they have the power to help severus and he's the one who sees through the bs of it all #both are very appealing storylines for me lol #the primary motivation is still the same and it's really being desperate enough to look for help to figure out a cure for severus' conditio #and yes lucius is his TUTOR lmao #one of several #lulu still takes a shine to him and sees his Potential probs #anyway either scenario works in the universe #evans!severus #au #my fic #snape #lily evans #hp

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Dramione Month (Part 2)

Dramione Month 2023:

Three Weeks and Five Days by AutumnWeen - M, 5 chapters - “We need to talk,” he said pointedly, not for the first time. Hermione tried to free her hand from his, but he just tightened his grip. She pursed her lips and said, “There’s nothing to talk about,” risking sounding like an arrogant brat. “Yes, there fucking is, Hermione.” Draco sneered as he pushed himself closer to her. She parted her lips and felt a rush of blood to her centre at the mention of her name. All the memories from their night together flooded her mind. Occlumency had never been in the cards for Hermione; she just could not clear her bloody head. Regardless, she had tried her hardest to lock away everything that happened between them a week ago in someone else’s room. The sounds, the smells, the taste of him on her, how she tasted on him, the feel of their bodies pressed together… And here was Draco Malfoy ruining it all, performing wandless magic with the touch of his hand on hers and her name on his lips, casting a Bombarda on her mental wards, fucking everything up. Or An unlikely friendship, a car ride, a half-baked plan, and a last-minute decision that will change everything.

The Artist's Daughter by MarinaJune - G, one-shot - She was here again. Draco Lucius Malfoy, First and Only Prince to the kingdom, stayed hidden in the stacks next to a row of tomes dictating the genealogies of the royal families dating back hundreds of years. He had his private tutor to thank for the tiresome task of locating the volume listing the exact ancestor Draco had failed to name correctly in his latest exam. The other day, he’d been here searching for a text that would answer which crops their kingdom specialized in for exports. Ridiculous, really. As if he wouldn’t some day have advisors to do all this research for him. Then, just like today, he’d seen a girl wandering through the shelves. She hadn’t noticed him, of course. Draco was far too sneaky to be detected by some muggle, which she had to be given her unaware musings as she walked around with her nose buried in a book.

a promise to the moon by riddikulus_puff - T, one-shot - The Death of Queen Narcissa Malfoy forced Prince Draco Malfoy onto the thrown at a time when he had never expected the news to arrive. His father, the passed King Lucius Malfoy, who had married into the family had been passionate about his wife’s love for their country. She had a duty and she performed. She had worked tirelessly for her country even to the day she died. Now, it was up to Draco and his wife, Hermione, to work religiously for their country.

The Wrong Side of the Aisle by violently_verbose - M, one-shot - “You know exactly what I’m talking about Granger.” Resting his hand on the entrance, he turns towards her, trapping her against the doorframe. Her breath hitches, and she curses her body for giving her away. “I thought my silence was pretty clear,” she replies. “We’re done. We never should have started in the first place.” His eyes flicker with something foreign as his pupils shrink, gray irises dominating his cold gaze. “Right." He nods and snatches away the cigarette dangling from her lips, before marching past her. He’s almost out the door when- “They’re gone!” Pansy bursts into the lavatory. Makeup mingling with her tears, her voice is raw and close to collapse. “The groomsmen. Neville. They’re all gone!” OR: a chaotic panville wedding in which a wronged witch, the very man who wronged her, and an unhinged remembrall save the day.

Incendio by art_emissss - T, one-shot - If there ever was a time to believe in what his parents taught him, that people like her were nothing but thieves, nothing more than filth under his shoes, it was now, because his world was shifting and he desperately, frantically clung to the only familiar thing in it. It wasn’t his fault that his hold began slipping. Or: the one where Draco spends Hermione's birthdays with her—without her knowledge.

Starting Over by MarinaJune - G, one-shot - A re-imagining for DHR Month of the end of the Battle of Hogwarts where Draco and Hermione reunite.

Nott, My Problem by shheart - T, WIP - Draco doesn’t date because the only one he wants would never want him. But what happens when Theo Nott—his supposed best friend—starts dating her? “Her” being Hermione Granger, because of course it is.

Birthday Breakfast by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - “I suspect she’ll wake up soon, my star. The food will keep until then.” Humor laced his words. Hermione could just imagine Scorpius’ lip jutting out in response. “But—” “But,” Draco emphasized, “We could try a spell to help her wake.”

The Wounds of Time by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - Someone once said, “Time heals all wounds.” Draco wanted to find this unknown, probably a muggle who’d died long ago, and kill them again for good measure. Well, maybe not kill. Hermione wouldn’t like that and it would look bad, a former Death Eater murdering some idiot muggle, no matter how justified the reasons.

Hermione Granger: Auntie of the Year by MsPolaPotter - M, one-shot - A slice of life story in which Hermione throws herself a birthday party for her niblings.

Gorgeous by arielle_reads - M, one-shot - It's Hermione's 30th birthday and instead of happily celebrating with her boyfriend, Roger Davies, he's too busy shagging some other witch in the loo. There's only one thing left to do. Take Malfoy up on his offer to make the wanker jealous and spend the rest of the night dancing with the most gorgeous man there.

Empty Halls by Serpent_Sortia - T, one-shot - Hermione wanders the halls alone on her birthday, and just who should she run into?

Incandescent Celebrations by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - Draco may hate going out (especially with Gryffindor's), but there wasn't much he wouldn't do for Hermione Granger. An exceptional witch deserves exceptional celebrations. And he'll do just about anything to ensure that she's happy and satisfied.

Pledged Desires by writes_and_wrongs - E, one-shot - “What if you don’t want the man behind the notes?” he asked. “What if you want someone safer?” Her heart fluttered. Safer? “I’m no saint,” he confessed. There was a lethal seriousness to his voice. The hair rose on the back of her neck. “I would ruin anyone for you,” he said. “I’d do anything to keep you safe and happy.” The moisture left her mouth. “If you choose me, I will completely possess you. And I won’t be able to stop.”

Seven by nyle_bd - G, one-shot - Draco Malfoy recalls seven moments over seven years that lead to a fateful meeting, seven years later.

Inside Out and All Tied Up by MarinaJune - M, one-shot - Harry’s mouth hung open, one foot still in the bathroom behind him, as he watched his best friend barrel down the hall. He would’ve been tempted to consider Ron’s scream some kind of Samhain prank to help set the mood for the party currently raging on downstairs, but there was nothing fake about the way his freckles stood out even more than usual in his pale skin or the visible white of his wide eyes. Harry couldn’t recall seeing this kind of naked fear on him since their school days. Ron’s escape was partially impeded by his own costume of what appeared to be a blast-ended skrewt, if the sparks coming out his butt were any indication. If he’d worn a mask at some point, it was long gone, now replaced with the perfect picture of a Ron Weasley completely terrified out of his mind. So, Harry did what Harry did best—he charged towards the threat.

A New Year's Eve to Enjoy by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - The start of this new year marked Hermione’s first as the British Minister of Magic. The role was 20 years in the making, after one marriage and one divorce, strategic promotions up the government ladder, and several landmark cases won in the Wizengamot. As the youngest Minister in history, a woman, and a muggle-born, Hermione was a household name. She had never felt lonelier.

A Calendar for Firsts by MarinaJune - T, one-shot - Somewhere along the way, her calendar had lost its function as a means to plan ahead. Draco was delightfully unpredictable, and she found herself retroactively marking the dates and events she never wanted to forget. There was one date he allowed her the chance to set.

The First Time Draco Malfoy Crashed a Weasley Wedding by Sparkly_Bee - E, 2 chapters - Draco Malfoy meets Hermione Granger in a pub to apologize only to end up falling in love with her just days before she is to marry Ron Weasley.

The Burning Ache of Firsts by Wanderingfair - T, one-shot - “Hermione Jean Granger, you’re the first thing I’ve ever really wanted. I want to be the first thing you wake up with and the first kiss to start your day. I want to have all your firsts from here on out..." OR The one where Draco surprises Hermione inside the Restricted Section.

Blissful Comfort by yoursdraco - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger-Malfoy’s pregnancy had been a rollercoaster of emotions and struggles. As she entered her third trimester, her nights became increasingly restless. The discomfort, the anticipation, and the worry about becoming a mother weighed heavily on her mind. Thankfully, she has her husband, Draco Malfoy, by her side, providing comfort and support when she needed it most.

In a World of Our Own by MsPolaPotter - T, one-shot - The road to redemption was long and grueling, but Draco didn't expect to have her by his side.

#dramione month #fests/exchanges/challengers

[gladdyator18]

Okay, so I decided to make extra characters of some of my Fire Emblem OCs, and these two are the siblings of the one and only Justin Lorenz Laverre!

Point of reference/inspiration (Kent) | Point of reference/inspiration (Nella)

Left Image: Meet Kent Lucius Laverre, heir to House Laverre. Kent is the son of Lady Whitney, older brother of Nella and adoptive brother, Justin. Kent is a very suave and kind person. He's sometimes flirty, but not as much as Justin. Kent is a strong individual, being a wyvern rider wielding his late father's axe. Kent is also very studious, having a knack for translating ancient tomes. He also has an eye for fashion, always helping his sister with her outfits. When Justin was adopted, the young boy was very distant and nervous around him, but Kent assured him that he was safe here, and that he could always come to him if he was ever in danger. Years later, and the two brothers are as thick as thieves, pranking each other, training together; everything brothers should do. When the Laverre House heard of the prophecy, they thought nothing of it since the Laverre House was already on good terms with the royal family.

Right Image: Nella Opalescent Laverre, third-in-line to House Laverre. Nella is the daughter of Lady Whitney and is the younger sister of Kent and her adoptive brother, Justin. Nella is a very energetic young girl who loves exploring. She's always found frolicking in the fields behind the manor. Following in her mother's footsteps, Nella became a mage. When Justin was adopted, she was only a toddler at the time. She would always want to be around him no matter what. As the years went by, the two became very close. Their favorite pasttime is pranking Kent at any moment they can. In some moments, Nella could see that Justin was very protective of her, just like Kent. She couldn't be happier to have two older brothers to call her own. When she heard about the prophecy, she couldn't understand why someone would dethrone Ernestia's princess when she becomes queen (views Gladiola as an older sister).

I loved making these two a lot! This may or may not be my last art piece before Saturday (going away to Miami). Hopefully I can get one more art piece out before then, so stay tuned to find out!

#gladdy draws #fanart #my ocs #fire emblem fanart

[saintsenara]

Scylla and Charybdis, please! And also Bellatrix x Severus (I do hope it's crack, because the potential for humour is sky-high, but also I hope it's not because the potential for angst is also sky-high)

thank you for the ask!

[work-in-progress game here]

bellatrix/snape

is it crack? is it angst? yes.

it's going to be set during half-blood prince, when both bella and snape's positions are in flux - she's becoming increasingly less important to voldemort, he's only getting more so - and when they're both embroiled in a circle of mistrust about draco and his mission.

the crack comes from the fact that they have an obsessive need to be in competition with each other [i die at how desperate they are to roast each other in spinner's end, and, i regret to say, snape definitely wins - the line about "endless reminiscences of how unpleasant azkaban is" has me shrieking every time]; neither believes a thing the other says; and they both have absolutely unmatched victim complexes. textbook enemies to lovers, extremely healthy stuff here.

they may also both be lord voldemort's side-chick/side-dick, which doesn't help anything.

they do both hate sirius, which does.

the angst? well, snape's life is obviously one of profound tragedy, but bella's isn't much better. unlike a lot of bella fans, i don't see her as having anything close to a happy relationship - romantically or platonically - with rodolphus, her parents are dead, she's second in narcissa's life to lucius and draco, she's estranged from andromeda, her only close acquaintance is a sociopath, the rest of the death eaters seem to resent her, and so on. i imagine her as profoundly lonely, and, while that's not a particularly healthy shared trait to sustain a relationship with, snape is probably the only person in her life that might actually understand that.

scylla and charybdis

have a snippet!

Lestrange’s hand was on the small of his back, ushering him into the poky attic apartments where the Dark Lord lurked.

Severus’ first thought, hastily dismissed, lest it cause him to meet the wrong end of a wand, was that the rooms must have belonged to a woman. They were what his father would have called ‘fruity’, devoid of the brown velour and toneless wood which made up the front room at Spinner’s End. Instead, the air was made glittery by the refraction of sunlight off jewel-toned damasks and coloured leather and a huge amount of gold. The walls were filled by floor-to-ceiling bookshelves - Severus’ heart sung at just how giddily illegal many of the tomes were - and the other flat surfaces - the desk, the spindly end tables by the sofa, the windowsill - were crammed full of trinkets. Several of these, gem-studded and obviously ancient, trembled with dark magic, and Severus felt himself drawn towards them like a fisherman into a siren’s lure, but others were more mundane. The Dark Lord seemed to collect shells and sea-glass, and to have a fondness for paperweights.

None of the wanted posters which peppered Diagon Alley had ever seen fit to mention such a thing.

[He would spend hours arguing with Dumbledore in the Second War, pointing out that their side’s failure to humanise Lord Voldemort - to turn him into an ordinary man, with plebeian tastes and a cockney accent he could never entirely disguise, rather than the unstoppable force of pure magic the papers reported him as being - was an error; pointing out that Dumbledore’s jealous guarding of the Dark Lord’s real name and background - far less of a secret among the older generation of Death Eaters than the Order believed - was exactly what he wanted.] 

[But Dumbledore would never be persuaded.]

The Dark Lord was standing before the dormer window, facing away from them, the backlighting of the wan winter afternoon making the air around him seem shimmery and thick. Or perhaps that was simply the power of the magic which emanated from him, in even, undulating waves. He was very tall - taller even, Severus thought, than Black, before he cursed himself for thinking of someone so colossally insignificant in the Dark Lord’s presence - and very, very thin. He held himself with the spare, serpentine grace of a ballet dancer, slender hands clasped elegantly behind his back. He was very expensively dressed, in magnificent robes of midnight-blue velvet, glittering with gold at the collar and cuffs.

The wanted posters always showed him in the austere black of combat.

‘Severus Snape, my lord.’

The Dark Lord waved languidly in acknowledgement. ‘You may leave us, Romulus.’

‘Very good, my lord.’ It did not escape Severus’ attention that Lestrange, one of the purest, and richest, and most powerful men in Britain, left the room bowing and scraping like a house elf. He imagined what it would be like to have such power over Avery, or Mulciber, or Rosier, whose families’ lineages - while they seemed to have done little to make them smart or attractive - gave them a status in the world which was forever out of reach for him. The idea was thrilling.

‘Sit,’ said the Dark Lord, in his cold, beautiful voice, gesturing to a chair by the desk.

Severus arranged himself upon it, suddenly uncomfortably aware of his gangliness of limb and awkwardness of demeanour, a favourite topic of fun in both the Slytherin and Gryffindor common rooms. Pureblood children all had lessons in elocution and deportment the moment they could toddle. The Dark Lord’s ranks were swelled with elegant men. That there could be a place in his world for someone like Severus seemed nonsensical.

The Dark Lord drifted into the opposite chair.

The wanted posters are very unflattering, thought Severus.

That wasn’t strictly true, of course. The wanted posters managed to capture the innate wrongness of Lord Voldemort’s features very well: his death-mask face, skin stretched taut like marble over the sharp bone of his skull; his bloodless pallor; his sleek, jet black hair and his widow’s peak, the colour in sharp contrast to the sickly waxiness of his skin; the tight, reptilian corners to his mouth. But they could not capture the lingering traces of what - Severus knew, as only someone denied it can - must have once been extraordinary beauty: the plump femininity of his lips; the sharp chin and high cheekbones; the scattering of freckles on his sneering nose. His eyes, though a glistening, inhuman scarlet, were framed with lashes so long that they touched his cheek when he blinked.

That he had a weakness for slender, dark-haired men with arrogant features was something Severus had spent much of his adolescence trying to deny - he was already poor and ugly, adding being a poof into the mix would be disastrous. He had chosen instead to focus on fantasies of nubile female bodies and red hair, instead of Black leaning back on his chair during Potions or Potter mounting his broom or the occasional glimpse of Regulus, naked and wet, in the showers. The desire he felt on those wicked occasions was too overwhelming for him to cope with, forcing him to retreat to the shadowiest places he could find to wank in furtive desperation, praying that the Marauders didn’t find and torture him while he was already overcome with need for their darkness and danger.

But, in that moment, they were nothing to him. Lord Voldemort was darker and more dangerous by far than Potter and the Blacks. It was the otherworldliness to him, Severus decided, which elevated him above that cast of miserable schoolboys. He was a creature of power, of magic, of fulgent, combustible evil, and Severus was enthralled.

The Dark Lord smiled as though he had read his mind. He had very long canines, like snake’s fangs.

‘So,’ he said, softly, regarding Severus over the tented tips of his fingers. Severus wondered if he was aware it was a mannerism he shared with Dumbledore. ‘We are introduced at last.’

‘It’s an honour,’ said Severus, breath hitching in his throat. ‘My lord,’ he added, remembering the whispered briefing on etiquette Malfoy had given him as they scurried up the driveway.

The Dark Lord’s eyes glimmered as they ran across his face. ‘I’m sure it is.’

#asks answered #work in progress ask game #snapemort #severus snape #tom riddle #lord voldemort #scylla and charybdis #s&c sneak peek

[stupiidgood]

@theseourbodiesrp because they are, awful,

“Hey Iz.”

They don’t read. Well, they have the ability to read, but they hardly ever do. Never interests them.

Except when Frenchie says this particular tome has pictures—lots of em—and Lucius has the decency to shade the slightest bit pink when they ask about it.

“Ya ever seen this thing? Ya have now, but I mean before now?”

Shawn holds the book to his eye level—down a little—and watches closely for his reaction as he skims the title:

Kama Sutra.

#//o did u say shawn needs to provoke him? #//consider this the beginnings. of #//of...provocation? yeah #theseourbodiesrp #🍍 i have pirated dvds and i will pirate a ship dammit (our flag means death au) #🍍 prince harming (izzy hands)

[nezumasa]

Here’s my Lucius and he’ll be ready to break some knees next Gauntlet

#i rather have the savage blow seal #but im waiting for it to be released in the refinery #finals got me that tt #wren plays feh #im gonna work on raven next #since i have his sister and lucius built but not him #lucius isnt optimal ivs #but god ive only pulled 2 including this one #since his banner #when he released #and tbe other one is -atk #i have 2 more Gennys to sack if they make any of my favs healers too #i got them all searching for Lucius #ill die if heroes releases a light tome version

[minimutty]

bishop lucius progressing not that bad. Fixed up the hair, eyes, and hands so i think its ready for lineart soon owo

#minis art #minis doodles #i feel this one will be a long term piece #since feh wont give me tome lucius #ill just try to make one myself #based on his cipher art as a bishop #legit one of my fav of his ever #i loooove the outfit #hes so pretty in it #tome lucius when

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

trein sensei: young shroud, happy birthday. lucius and I have come to give you a gift. this is a collection of picture books, many of them are my own children’s favorites. maybe you’re getting to be older, but there’s no shame in revisiting the classics. if you’d like, i can read them to you sometime.

Man, the way my heart melted when baby Ortho said he wants a grandpa like Trein 🥺

***Mild spoilers for one of Birthday Gear Ortho’s personal stories!***

“Trein-sensei!” Ortho brightened at the sight of his Magic History professor in the doorway.

For once, Trein’s arms were not burdened with his beloved familiar, but rather with a large stack of books. Lucius lingered at his master’s feet, lazily blinking up at the birthday boy.

“These must be heavy! Here, let me help!” Ortho floated over and took off a chunk of the books from Trein’s tower. His gears automatically adjusted and applied just the right amount of strength needed to lift the weight of the tomes.

The older man’s shoulders relaxed, and he sighed with relief. (Lucius seemed to do the same.)

“Thank you, young Shroud. I apologize for imposing on you, but I’m afraid I’m not quite as strapping as I was in my youth.”

“It’s no problem at all! I’m happy to help!” Ortho set his stack on a table and glanced at the book at the top of it—Charlotte’s Web. “You said these were stories your kids liked to read?”

“Indeed. Of course, my girls are all grown up now, so their old books are left unattended to. They’ve been collecting dust in my manor, and I thought it was time to finally repurpose them.” Trein offered a kind smile.

“I think you’ll quite enjoy them. They’re really wonderful reads. Expansive worlds, whimsical characters...”

A fond twinkle found its way into the professor’s eyes. “Truly, I miss the days when my daughters were small enough for me to prop on my legs while I read to them. It’s a time long since passed, but I still remember the joy in their faces with each new page we read.”

“It sounds like you had a lot of fun. I can see why you wouldn’t want to forget such happy memories.” Ortho’s voice became hopeful. “... Do you think I can do it too?”

“Hm? What’s this, now?” The older gentleman chuckled. “You wish to take a turn on my leg?”

“No, no!! I think I might be too heavy for you, Trein-sensei. I’m made of a lot of metal.”

“... Then what did you mean?”

“You can sit on my leg! And I can read to you!”

(Lucius raised an eyebrow.)

“Wh-What?! This... That is... That is unheard of, young Shroud!”

Ortho giggled to himself. “Nii-san built me to be extra strong, so I should be able to pull it off just fine. You don’t need to worry about me, sensei!”

“That was not what I had in mind at all.” Trein sighed again. “... However, if that is your birthday wish, then I am obligated to fulfill it.”

“Really?!” Ortho vibrated with excitement, stars set in his eyes. “Yay!! You’re the best, Trein-sensei!!”

He smiled wearily, accepting a warm embrace from his student. At Trein’s feet, Lucius stirred—tail up in the air and ears perked.

The master and the small Shroud are content... How nice.

Lucius purred, joining them.

#twst #twisted wonderland #Ortho Shroud #twisted wonderland interactions #Mozus Trein #disney twisted wonderland #Lucius #Ortho birthday takeover

[troofless]

Just finished Blazing Blade Eliwood Hard Mode! Here are my thoughts:

Lyn is ok I guess but I don’t get the hype around her especially when her stats are like /that/

Her Sacae story and her pride in it is pretty cool character tho

Pretty cool design too I must say, that ponytail, outfit, and thighs?

Also her Str is pathetic she can’t one round stuff in late game so I ditched her, and the fun part is that she caps Spd so early on, but as they say, 2 x 0 is still 0

The cutscene with Eliwood holding Ninian and barging in like a hero: WHOOOOOAAAAHHH YEAHH

Boss abuse in that one Lyn chapter ftw

haha cheesing 80% of Lyn’s maps because enemy is only 1 range and don’t move

FUCKING RAIN FUCK OFF AND DON’T COME BACK

Hector best character in the entire game by a stretch, also his conversations with his retainers Serra, Matthew and Oswin are so lively and fun

Priscilla is the Cerrine inheritance of dodge tank but worse

She’s still good tho

Immediately A supported her with Raven kek

ARENA ABUSE ARENA ABUSE ARENA ABUSE ARENA ABUSE 

save state abuse heh ‘hard’ mode

PENT STOP KILLING MY EXP I WANT THE GAIDEN CHAPTER

PENT AND LOUISE ARE SO LOVEY DOVEY HHHHHHH

Oh the struggle of wanting to use Pent, Lucius, and Canas all at the same time

Sain cap Str so early on my homie

So when does Marcus fall off again

Why isn’t Steal mechanic a thing in later games :(

What do you mean I can’t promote Matthew because he can’t steal stuff as an assassin :(

Shoutout to my homies, Javelins, Hand Axes, Killer Lances, and Killer Axes, you guys carried the game (oh and Fire/Elfire and Flux if I must)

Wow Heath is kinda shit for a Wyvern Rider, why are you getting doubled by everything in existence

I love Hector so all my stat booster items went to him (and Canas cos I heard he was good)

Hector... does not do the punching skill animation and I learnt that it was fanmade :(

Umm so I killed Vaida but she comes back as a recruitable unit right? (she does not)

also I managed to kill her by tanking with Hector and bum rushing her with Sain and Marcus (should have used Luna ugh), and she lived but Eliwood dodged one of two of her double hits lmao so lucky 

oh wow we have to save Zephiel... that’s cool we get to see what he’s like before Binding Blade (except for the sad part where even though Hellene makes up with her son he still becomes evil so)

Zephiel and Guinevere as kids are precious and must be protected, they are siblings that love each other even though they are not and that’s so precious too

ah shit Ninian and Eliwood are semi-canon but I’ve already got an A support for him and Hector I AM SORRY

and yes Eliwood/Hector should be a bigger thing but it is not so :( I’m just gonna sit here and sigh

what do you mean Ninian is a dragon

so if Eliwood and Ninian have Roy, and Roy gets Durandal... does Durandal compel Roy to stab himself

and just when I was wondering ‘the final boss has to be a dragon, right? but so far there’s been no mention of a dragon in the game’ there it is

So semi-canonically Eliwood fucks a dragon. I feel like this is important Fire Emblem lore

I have never used any of the Dancer rings at all, surely Hector Hard Mode will rectify that when I come to it 

Oh wow we got Sol Katti and promotion for Lyn, still gonna ditch her

Is... Athos... strong? I don’t think he’s that strong in the final map, he’s strong but has a real chance of getting killed

I now understand the power of Luna Tome Cheese against late game  and final boss

Final boss being just a random ole dragon is like :/

wait what out of nowhere Hector is marquess what happened to his brother yo

Starting Hector Hard Mode thoughts:

Boss abuse in that one Lyn chapter ftw, Sain gets promotion cos I’m trash

Also I made have no save states and I restart the chapter when I make a mistake so that was a thing

Oh no we get to the first map with only Hector and Matthew? Fck I should have trained Matthew more

The cutscenes with Matthew phasing in and out of existence was so funny and I loved it, pls more interaction with Hector and Matthew

Oswin tank ftw

THAT MErLINUs CHAPTEr FUCK YOU

why is the AI so smart that they retreat to forts to heal instead of diving in to be killed huh

oh bosses move now time to play hide and seek with them

literally shuffling hector back and forth between choke points because no one else can tank other than Oswin (Marcus goes to the village and returns to find himself blocked off from rejoining the centre island for the rest of the map :/)

Amazing how Hector Hard Mode makes you turtle every map cos no one can tank more than 2 hits but Oswin and Hector (and yeah Marcus goes to Villages and kills a bunch of people on the way)

gonna A support Lyn and Hector because that’s how I planned it (Eliwood/Hector and Florina/Lyn in Eliwood and Hector/Lyn in Hector Mode even if Lyn is suboptimal lmao)

I Am Literally Fearing Battle Before Dawn

#fe mumblings #troofless plays games

[drarryspecificrecs]

2020.10

Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3 this month

1. Stairway to Heaven series by blanchepottermalfoy [E, 130k, 2 works]

► One fairytale-like night, Harry finds his prince charming. He just wasn't expecting it to be his old enemy, Draco Malfoy.

2. Before the Garden and Beyond by kateliz [?, 104k, series]

► Draco ends his Fifth Year unhappy with how his family wants to align themselves in the upcoming war and seeks asylum. His plans are derailed when the Dark Lord has a punishment for Lucius in mind that involves him. Meanwhile, Harry is brooding the loss of his late godfather when an unexpected transformation takes hold, leaving him more hurting than before.

3. Nothing Stays the Same by @isabelbarret [E, 103k]

► When Luna leaves for a year for an internship in America Harry is in need of a new babysitter. That's where Draco Malfoy comes who is now a redeemed death eater, veela, and highly recommended nanny. Life only gets crazier for Harry when a new case comes to the Auror department and the Daily Prophet is printing everything that harry does. Life is never simple for Harry Potter.

4. What Goes Around by IWillBeYourPet [E, 92k]

► Everything happens exactly as it's meant to, even when it's hard to see, even when everything seems out of control. For Draco, things are not looking up. Prophecies, half truths and a war. As far as Harry is concerned, it's business as usual.

5. Shadows Spilt from Ink by iluv2eat [E, 77k]

► Draco is a magical historian who discovers a reference to a lost tome of magic and is determined to recover the actual book and ravel its secrets. But he is not the only one who wants it: an ancient secret society also seeks it, and will not hesitate to resort to murder. Draco is offered help by Harry, who became a mercenary and adventurer after quitting the Aurors. [...]

6. The Blind & The Silent by darkpyroangel06 [E, 59k]

► After a typical Harry-Malfoy fight, they are sentenced to detention in the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid. When the pair gets separated from the giant, chaos ensues. Five months later, they turn up in Snape's classroom. But all is not as it seems. Everything has changed.

7. Mysteries, Kittens and Boys in Love by SunshineBoy28 [M, 56k]

► When Harry is forced back to Hogwarts to solve a case, the last person he expects to see is Draco Malfoy, looking better than ever with a stupid bun. What he expects even less is to find himself opening up about his past with him, and actually feeling comfortable with the other man.

8. Relinquish by @silverxsakura [T, 51k]

► “Harry, we hate him, but even we don’t care where he goes at two in the morning on a Thursday in May.”

9. Shut Up, Potter. by @graduallyfindingpeace [E, 50k]

► Harry and Draco were partnered together after completing their Auror training, their second case together has some... interesting... developments.

10. So find your happiness by @eelwinks [M, 40k]

►Thanks to a special interest in Muggle culture, Pansy comes across something rather interesting on the internet: someone who looks very much like Harry Potter is posting videos of himself dancing on YouTube under the name "Evan James". But Harry Potter has been missing and unheard of for years. [...]

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✔ other lists : monthly || daily (OCTOBER)

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #monthly review #2020

[fandom-puff]

Sneaking Around

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader Requested by: @queenofmankind​ Prompts: // Summary: Draco and the reader intend to christen every surface in Malfoy Manor, trying their very hardest not to get caught... AN: hope you enjoy this lil fun imagine :) Warnings: Smut, swearing, slight humiliation, semi-public sex

Your eyes fluttered open as Draco pressed needy kisses to your neck. “Morning,” you murmured, running a hand through his hair. It was the first official day of the Christmas holidays, and Draco had insisted you stay with him at Malfoy Manor, wanting you all to himself. The night before, you had acted like the perfect little lady, earning his parent’s approval. They didn’t seem to care you were half-blood when you composed yourself so well... 

“Morning,” he replied, his hands splaying over your tummy as he slipped them under your pyjama top. “YN... wanna fuck you,” he moaned into your ear, pressing his cock into your hip. You grinned and reached for him, tugging him on top of you, nodding. 

“Yes please,” you grinned. “Could wake up to this every morning, Drac,” you hummed as he yanked your pyjama bottoms down. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” he smirked, lining up with you. “I’ll be your alarm clock,” 

Your giggle was quickly replaced by a low moan as he pushed into you, already rocking his hips slowly, bracing his arms either side of you as you bucked your hips. You whimpered quietly, tilted your head back and sighing with satisfaction as he pressed more kisses to your exposed throat. “Shush, YN,” he moaned into your ear. “Wouldn’t want mother and father to catch us now, would we? They’re sticklers for premarital sex... Fuck, you feel so perfect around me...” 

You flushed at the thought of being caught and licked your lips. Surely he had locked the door? You couldn't quite call his bluff, however, so clamped a hand over your mouth, muffling your noises as they became sharper, higher-pitched and louder. “Gonna come, pet?” he smirked down at you, eyes blown wide with lust. You nodded and he smirked, and with a few final thrusts, you shattered around him, clinging to him and moaning into his shoulder as he came inside you. 

Flopping back on the bed, you hummed softly, still quivering slightly. Draco grinned, rolling off you and cleaning you up before pulling you close. “You, YN, are perfect,” he smiled and you giggled, nuzzling into his chest. 

You lay for a few more minutes before getting dressed, using Draco's posh en suite shower to clean yourself up properly. When you emerged, wrapped in a towel, Draco grinned at you. “Get dressed, YN, I wanna show you the library,” He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his face. “Don’t bother with underwear. You won’t be needing it,” 

Giggling, you got dressed, before allowing Draco to tug you through the many corridors and into the library. You passed a house elf on the way and you stood nearer to Draco, suddenly aware of the breeze fluttering up your skirt. “Will master Draco be wanting tea and sandwiches in the library?” the elf asked. 

“Er... no thank you, Bunty,” he said quickly, before dragging you in and shutting the heavy oak door behind him. Instantly, he attached his lips to yours, kissing you roughly and shoving his thigh between your legs. You whimpered and rocked your hips, before getting an idea. 

“Draco...” you moaned lowly, and he pulled back with raised eyebrows. “Fuck me against the bookshelves,” 

he grinned, liking your style, and walked you to the back where his father kept the most prestigious, ancient tomes. He cast a quick charm to get rid of the dust before pushing you up against the shelves. You whined out as the shelves and books jabbed your spine, but were soon distracted when he licked a long stripe up your throat and nipped your ear. “Fucking hell!” you whisper-shouted and he smirked, reaching a hand below your skirt to rub your clit. 

“My my my, such deplorable language from an esteemed young lady,” he teased and you wriggled on his fingers, scowling at him and hooking your fingers in his belt loops. 

“I swear to god, Draco,” you hissed and he smirked, unzipping his trousers and gripping your thighs, hoisting you up to perch on the very edge of a bookshelf as he thrust into you, not letting you adjust to the new angle, kissing you hard to muffle your sweet cries of ecstasy. The upwards angle had you falling apart in minutes, clinging to him as you tried to bounce your hips with his. He grunted, biting your neck as he pumped you full of his come, groaning lowly as he pulled out. You shuddered, leaning against the bookcase for support as you caught your breath. 

You carried on like that for days, finding new places to make love all over the manor. Draco took you wherever he could, his room, the library, the drawing-room, the dining room table... your favourite place, however, was his father’s study, riding him in the posh leather wingback armchair, before being bent over the vast desk. Part of the thrill was the risk of being caught- the library door had no lock on it, Draco left the kitchen door open a crack, and the study had no door at all- just a gilded archway.

 Perhaps your most daring rendezvous was on boxing day at dinner. You were sat next to Narcissa and across from Lucius when you felt a distinct buzzing sensation between your legs. Draco looked like that cat who got the cream as you sat a little straighter, taking a deep sip from your butterbeer to hide your blush. 

“So, YN, tell me, what does your father do?” Lucius asked as you clenched your jaw and pressed your hips into the chair. You took a moment to steady yourself before replying. 

“He... uh... works at Gringotts, Mr Malfoy,” you said, your voice wavering a little as draco flicked his wand under the table. Bastard, you thought, pressing your thighs tight together and crossing your ankles. 

“Interesting. Curse breaker?” you nodded, gripping the leg of the table out of everyone’s view, your nails digging into the wood. “And your mother works in the ministry, hm?” 

“Yes sir,” you said quietly, thighs quivering like mad as Draco revved up the vibrations. “She... works in the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes,” 

Your interrogation was over and you let out a shaky breath as Lucius turned to speak to his son and wife. When the plates were finally cleared and you had all drank a nightcap, Draco insisted you retire for the night. You were shaky on your feet as he led you out and could barely hold yourself up by the time you got to your room. “Draco, please,” You whimpered once the door was shut. You had been on edge for little over an hour. “Please, please make me come, I-I’ve been good! I held it off at the table and everything, please!” 

Draco smirked at you and pointed you to the bed, where you eagerly lay down, writhing on his pristine sheets. he grunted at the sight and used magic to strip you both down. “Want my cock, do you, YN? Is that what you were thinking about all through dinner, answering my parents’ questions like a perfect little lady, while soaking the seat with your wetness like a little slut?�� You moaned and nodded, arching your back even though he wasn't even touching you “Well, YN, I’m going to fuck you. You've been so good for me, so I’ll put up a silencing charm. You can scream t your heart’s content. Would you like that?” You nodded eagerly, arching your back, hips writhing as he slowly thrust into you, before settling into a ruthless, merciless pace. 

Soon the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, mixed with your loud cries and Draco’s strained grunts. “Please,” you begged. “Please, Draco, I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby,” he purred, and you arched your back, your entire body rocking as you came. Hw carried on, his hard thrusts causing your eyes to roll back and you to squirt, soaking him and the bedsheets as you came down from your high. “Good girl,” he groaned, admiring the sigh, before pulling out and cleaning up as you lay, dazed, breathless and well fucked on the bed. 

Tag List: @obsessedwithrandomthings​ @haphazardhufflepuff​ @diksy1112​ @zodiyack​ @axriel​ @Theunderlier @hiddensapphic​ @samnblack​ @tinylumpiaa​

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy smut #Draco Malfoy #hp #harry potter #imagine #smut #request

[dramioneasks]

Hey! I’ve read & loved so many fics I’ve found on your blog! I haven’t asked before, so if I do it wrong please just ignore this.

This is vague, but I’m looking for a new fic suggestion. Anything is helpful—I feel I’ve looked through everything. I like slow burn, angsty, raw emotions, PTSD & hurt/comfort. Ideally after war. Supernat. creatures are sometimes fun too. No prior rom relationships between D&H tho pls. Do you have have a suggestion? No rating in mind. Wild cards are great too! Thx again for the work & dedication you bring to the community!

Here are some darker, angsty-er fics:

I Will Not, Cannot Go by odairrieres - M, 41 chapters, Words: 364,252 - After running away from the shadows of the war and finding a new life and fiancé in muggle London, Hermione is faced with a ghost from her past who refuses to let her go on living a lie.

Blood Traitor by Zalia - M, 92 chapters - Draco Malfoy has been living a lie to protect the girl he loves. He has inherited the Veela gene and on his next birthday he will become the first male Veela for three hundred years. Canon, (except the epilogue of HPDH).

Static by galfoy - M, 21 chapters - The Order rescued Draco and Lucius Malfoy after Lord Voldemort turned on them. All the safe houses are full, and Hermione Granger is the only one who can take them in. Will she agree after having suffered a drastic nervous breakdown?

Untold Stories - storyofeden - M, 11 chapters - Witches and wizards set upon repairing Hogwarts after the war. In a step towards rehabilitation, they try to eliminate some of the more…problematic rooms of the castle. Hogwarts, however, fought back. Much like ghosts, the castle will not move on if there is still unfinished business. Tired of her job at the Ministry, Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts when Madam Pince retires. Little does she know that she may be embarking on her own journey of rehabilitation.

Bittersweet and Strange - UndiscoveredQueen19 - T, 15 chapters - “Look at me, Granger,” Draco said quietly, dangerously. “Tell me what you see.” So Hermione looked. The scars that crisscrossed his face were jagged and deep. They had probably taken years to fully turn white. Standing mere inches away from him, Hermione noticed for the first time that his right eye was clouded with a white scar as well; probably an effect from the scar that slashed through his eyebrow and across his cheek. The skin that wasn’t marred by the scar tissue was pale and clammy, and his eyes were shadowed with grief and pain. It was true; he really did resemble a monster. But Hermione could see desperation in his eyes, hurt and loneliness lining his face, and it was those emotions that made him very much human. “I see a man who was cursed to wear the face of a monster,” she said, “but who still has the heart of a man. I don’t know what you did to make Voldemort mark you so, but I certainly hope it was worth it.” *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Trapped to share the same cursed fate in a world ruled by Voldemort, Draco and Hermione find that their differences are what make them similar and that their flaws are what make them whole. Dramione AU with a Beauty and the Beast twist.

Dragon in the Dark - GracefulLioness - E, 31 chapters - The battle is won, Voldemort is dead, but the war is far from over. In the new Death Eater regime, Draco Malfoy does what he must to survive and keep his mother safe. Now a highly trained assassin, Draco has learned to think of his targets as inhuman beings, but when he is tasked with killing someone from his past, he can no longer hide from the horrors of the world around him.

Encyclopedia of Solace by littleornaments - E, 10 chapters - She felt fabric sag over her ears, stinking of decades worth of anxious sweat. She never thought it would be placed on her head a second time, much less that she’d stride towards the Ravenclaw table afterwards. The war had gutted the library, and though many books survived, countless tomes still needed repair. If anyone could have fun in a library, it was Hermione Granger, and it certainly didn’t involve Malfoy’s feline nose hanging about every night. DM/HG. Post-war.

Find A Way To Live On by LitheLies (Vlora) - M, 48 chapters, Words: 195,298  - Hermione has every reason to move on from her time at Hogwarts, to accept an honourary N.E.W.T. score and any job she so desired. It isn’t like she needs the grades, not with her accolades and her status as a war hero. But perhaps there’s more to her eighth year at Hogwarts than the sense of accomplishment. What if she’s not ready? What if she was simply afraid to let that part of her life go? What if The Brightest Witch of Her Age is simply burning for nothing, bright for the sake of brightness, clever for the sake of cleverness. Everything is too easy and too difficult, all at once, and she just wants – well, what does she want? It’s been years since she’s allowed herself such a thought. (AU Eighth year, Dramione.)

- Lisa

#angst #progressive relationship #hurt and comfort

[twistedintern]

Grand Master Plans

“And... ah! Checkmate!”

“Splendid! Excellent game, young Shroud.”

A pair of gold-rimmed lenses dilated for a split second just before eyelids creased agreeably; flickers of pale blue at either cheek meanwhile betrayed sunny laughter that followed. “It’s all thanks to you, Professor Trein! The strategies outlined in that chess tome you lent me increased my odds of victory by 67.34 percent.”

The older man rose from an extravagant chaise and made to gather the discarded pieces. Chin tucked, gaze downcast, his expression spoke to equal parts contentment and wist.

A stifled yawn came from the historian’s right side. “Oh, my apologies, Kyuu. I was so absorbed in the impromptu chess match--I take it you finished grading those exams I entrusted to you?”

“Yes,” the intern began, only for another yawn to seize her when she produced the batch of earmarked sheets in question. “O-oh, sorry, I---”

Professor Trein nodded, depositing the pieces into a shallow box. He regarded her fondly. “Nonsense, the hour is late. I am certain Lucius appreciated the company whilst I whiled time away. You have my thanks.”

“My sensors indicate Miss Kyuu kept Lucius excellent company,” Ortho’s voice was low as he shifted his attention to a similarly drowsy Lucius, who almost comically collapsed into the supple touch of the robotic lad’s mechanical hand. “Lucius is purring at a steady frequency.”

Suddenly, the younger Shroud sibling slumped alight the feline’s tail; his glossy irises were vacant. His next words were cold, cadence monotone:

“Warning... battery levels approaching critical levels. Entering power save mode.”

Kyuu started. “Ortho?”

“Aw... I would have prioritized preparing a second charge had I known what was in store today. My energy management utility recommends I return to the dorm to recharge.”

“Yes, that would indeed be a wise course of action.”

“Thank you so much for the match, Professor Trein! Goodnight!”

“Likewise,” the older man turned to replaced the chess box upon a nearby shelf. While his back was facing them, Ortho sidled up next to the intern, eyes narrowed with a touch of mischief.

“Hehe... do enjoy your night with Professor Trein, Miss Kyuu. Lucius and I are cheering for you!”

“Huh?”

That was all the poor girl could manage before the cybernetic youth zoomed out through the office doorway.

#twisted wonderland #twisted-wonderland #twst #twst yume #twst self ship #twst self insert #ortho shroud #mozus trein #lucius twisted wonderland #twst oc #mozus trein x oc