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tabithahallows · 4 years

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I'm bored so imma rant about my hp o.c and no one can stop me :)

Meet my salty snake child Val (aka, Valentine Lestrange) (aka Valentine Elladora Druella Lestrange) (aka that %100 that bitch) She is the star of an ongoing fic of mine beware of spoilers (TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of abuse and violence)

If the name didn't give it away, she's only child of them crazy mofos Bellatrix and Rodolphus

Yes I am aware that it's kind of an overdone trope but it's overdone cause it's awesome (also I made her when I was like 13 so shut up)

Lives with the Malfoy's cause her rents are rotting in a cell duh

When she was 8 Dumbledore randomly appeared in her garden and was like to wanna buy some drugs join my evil snake man killing and Chosen One protection team cause you're such a badass and she was like lol ye okay and it shapes the entire plot

It's a secret so Val has to act like a crazy sadistic blood purist but sike it's all an act. She just keeps up the appearance so one can guess she's actually just tryna protect Harry all the time cause plot and she's actually rlly good at it btw (all the fun of a villain while still being a good person)

Her besties are her shitty cus Draco, life long irritation Leah Lovat (o.c), sweetie angel child whom they all love and protect Olivia Benson (o.c), basic but charming ass kid Liam Highcourt (o.c) and Blaze Zambini yea you read that right I don't spell his name correctly it's a long story (cannon honestly written so ooc that it doesn't matter at this point)

They are all basically nuts. Just overdramatic twats with questionable upbringing's. They are all trash but you will love them. You have no choice

Val is a genius, like a for real prodigy type deal in both academics, magically ability and wit. Legit %89 percent of the stuff that comes out of her mouth is just sarcasm

She only wears black cause she's a melodramatic dumbass but would never admit it

She's also scary af. Has half the school traumatized within a week

Sinnamon roll™

What's shorter? Her or her patience? We will never know

Actually has morals and doesn't agree with her fams purist views

Has the best dynamic with Snapey Kins from a writers point of view. He knows that she's involved with Dumbledores Plan™ and before you freak there is NO romantic/sexual relationship between Val and Snape (it's legit just a slow burn friendship that neither of them wants to admit to)

Val and Snape openly hate each other's guts and can't be in the same immediate area without screaming at each other. He's petty and she's vindictive so shit hits the fan often and quickly. They're basically just as bad as each other when you really get down to it. Val pretty much tells Snape that he's a useless bitch (paraphrasing) on the first day of class and the rest is history

Everyone gets used to it super quick and just lets them go for it because it's not worth getting caught in the crossfire. Dumbledore finds it amusing but only for the first couple of years cause come one guys can you stop screaming we got shit to do

It's her job to protect Harry so can you imagine can you fucking fathom how stressful that shit is? cause the boy is always in trouble or some kind of danger and Val is just like BOI STAPH standing in the Quidditch stands hoping he don't die

Val and Snape slowly very slowly develop into having a seriously convoluted and overprotective friendship while still managing to hate each other so they would kill for one another but would also still kill each other. They do end up genuinely caring about one another an it's h e a r t b r e a k i n g

Yo I never said it was a healthy friendship we are dealing with two very fucked up individuals here in a high stress high stakes situation, my lads. I'm not trying to write the kind of friendship ppl should actually have (Val and Snape need so much therapy tbh)

Val's a badass that can handle anything and more but like she's also human so after while things get a lil you know

t r a m a t i c

She didn't have a fantastic childhood btw cause Lucius Malfoy is an abusive prick and Narcissa means well but needs to do so much better.

She will fight you anywhere anytime and she will win because she's kinda overpowered for a literal child but it fits my aesthetic so whatever

She's aroace (so no romantic plot involving her in sight) she just doesn't know for a while cause her life is a constant shit show

Has a proper upper-class aristocratic lady upbringing but still turned out to be a feral child

She is super short by the way literally doesn't hit 5'0 until she's like 14 (Blaze is in the same boat). Cause Snape is like 6'0 or something he can just pick her up and throw her if he wants but she starts fighting like a feral cat the second he touches her

She's really protective of her friends and her cousin and will kill you if you so much as look at them wrong. She knows they are trash but they are Her Trash™

She's actually a super lovable character and you will want to adopt her because she's amazing and no I will not accept hate because she is MY CHILD OKAY

There is so much angst going on oh my god Val never gets a fucking break cause life be like that sometimes

Okay that's it folks I swear it's so much better than it actually sounds or maybe it's not meh

@fandomssaremysoul @incorrect-pretending-to-hate

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isolemnlyswearthatiamuptonogood2 · 7 years

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Mrs Malfoy

Chapter 2:Old me Parings:Lucius Malfoyxreader Warings:None

I walk to Mrs Weasley and smile. She smile back and hugs me a little. Every time she hugs me I feel safe, protected. "Hello my dear I hope that you had a good holiday", she said very happy. "Yes,thank you,it was wonderful" I said with a smile. My holiday was full of adventures. I traveled a lot and meet lots of people. I made lots of friends and had so much fun but I like more here.Maybe because here is my family. Mrs Weasley smile one more time and goes to her husband.I am left with the twins each side of me.They smirk and that scare me. "So Ana, Fred starts,how was..." "Your talk with Lucius Malfoy?What he said?"continue George. "What do you mean? It was normal.He just thank me" I said plainly. I will tell them nothing.They don't need to know.Firstly I have to understand what happend,after I decide if I will tell anyone.The visions where so real.I think about the two visions but I am interrupted by Harry,Ron and Hermione.The twins leave and let us alone.They were saying something about some tricks.I look at my friends and wait for them to talk. "Ana why did you spoke with Draco's father"Hermione asks quietly so just me,Harry and Ron could hear her.'Why everyone ask that?He is that bad?' "Because he lost his notebook in the bookstore and I give him back.He just thank me."I said a little bit annoyed.

"That's all?" asks Ron. "Yes,that's all we talked.Why do you ask?" "Because..."Ron try to explain,"because we think that he insulted you too.He always say awful things" Ron continue a little shy. "He didn't insulted me,he was very nice.He was very polite and speak to me with respect" I said trying to remember correctly our conversation. "Wow,weird"Ron say with big eyes,"I never imaged that a Malfoy could be nice." "Is he that bad?"I ask curious. "Well father said that he is an popular person and he will do anything to get what he wants. I guess that he gets what he wants. He is rich,money can do everything"Ron answer to my question. "That doesn't mean that he is bad.He has influence over people.To be bad means to do something illegal or to kill or something like that"I defended Lucius. He doesn't seem bad,he was nice.An evil person could not talk that nice with a stranger.The trio look weird at me but they say nothing.We arrive fast at the Borrow.Mrs Weasley goes to make lunch.Harry and Ron go to their room,Percy go to clean his, prefect badge again and the twins run outside saying something about a prank.I go to the kitchen to find Mrs Weasley washing some patatoes. "Can I help you with something?" I asked the woman. "Oh, yes,my dear.Could you arrange the table please?"she said sweetly. "Yes of course"I said and start yo take out the dishes. While Mrs Weasley do the lunch I put 11 plates on table and every thing that needs.When I finish I look at Mr Weasley and she is almost done.I go to help her put the food in plates.We finish fast.Mrs Weasley asks me if I can go to find the children and tell them that lunch is ready.I smile and go upstairs.When I am at the first floor I look up and clear my throat. "Lunch is ready!"I yell.In a matter of seconds I see my friends coming out. "Why are you yelling?"asks Percy with authority. "Lunch is ready,Percy."I answer calmly with a smile. "And you couldn't come to our rooms to tell us?"he asks again annoyed. "It would take a lot of time.It was faster to yell."I answer with a mocking smile. He didn't said anything.He walked past me followed by his brothers,sister and Harry.The twins look at me smirking but they say nothing.I go to the kitchen and sat down at the table.We started to eat and talk about Harry's summer.I tried to pay attention to the conversation but I just couldn't.My thoughts run back to Lucius Malfoy and the visions I had when he and his son touched me.The woman looked so much like me.She was happy in both visions.What bothers me is the man and the child.The man had long blond white hair and stunning grey eyes.Like Lucius has but the man's eyes weren't cold.They were happy.He was looking at the woman with so much love.And the baby was just like the man pale,blond white hair.He had his eyes closed but I can bet that he has grey eyes too.The woman and the man were looking at the baby with with admiration like he was an angel,a miracle. "Ana,Ana can you hear me?"someone asks.I was so catch up in my thoughts that I barely hear the question.I look up and see Ginny looking at me with concern. "Yes Ginny,I just... I got lost in my thoughts.Sorry."I said sincerely. "No problem,Ana."she said with a smile,"If you finished come with us in the garden."Ginny continue.I look at the others and they were expecting an answer. "Sure,let me help your mother with cleaning and I will come."I said and smile back. "Oh,no dear you can go,I can handle"she said.I wanted to protest but the twins catch my arms and drag me outside.

"Boys,slow down I can walk alone."I said trying to keep my balance.

"We know that.We want to play and you don't hurry up so we drag you." one the twins said.I say nothing just let them drag me.The walk to the garden wasn't very entertaining.Once there the boys decided that we play quidditch.Well they play quidditch me and Ginny watch.They don't let Ginny play because she is to little and I stay with her.She thinks that I stayed with her just to not make feel left out but the truth is that I don't feel like playing quidditch right now.The day gone fast.Right now I am in Ginny's room getting ready for bed. I dress,brush my teeth and go straight to bed.I am so tired.Ginny comes in the room and goes to her bed.She turns of the light.

"Goodnight,Ana.Sleep well."she said yawning. "Goodnight,Ginny.You too."I said closing my eyes. I fall asleep fast.The dark I saw before changed in a beautiful room.In front of me is a fireplace with old symbols on him.I can feel the warmth of the fire.I look around me and see two armchair right beside the fireplace,a big table in the middle of the room filed with books and parchments.In the room is warm.I feel home.I hear the door open and look that way.Voice void be heard from were I am.I see a young man entering in the room.He has blond white hair.Is the same man I saw in my visions.He is holding a woman's hand.I think he is helping her.The woman is young like him.She has long light brown hair.She is holding with one hand the man's hand and with the other her stomach.My eyes land on her stomach.It's huge.She is pregnant.

"Lucius I think I can manage to walk alone."she said with a laugh.

"Ana,you are pregnant.You are going to be a mother in one month and I a father.You get tired very fast and you can't move to much.Of course I help you.This is my child too and I want both of you safe." the man said.

Ana smile but she don't say anything.

"Have you thought of names?" Ana asks a few seconds she sit in a armchair.Lucius look at her and smile.

"Yes I have."he say.Ana give him a look that say 'Tell me'."I thought that if is a boy,and he is,to give him the name Draco" Lucius continue.

"Draco?" she give him a confused look.

"Yes.Draco is a constellation.The name means dragon in latin."he said with hope.

"Where did you hear that name? " Ana asks.

"Well Narcissa suggested last time when she was here and I like it.I like how sounds Draco Malfoy."he explain a little sad.

"Draco Malfoy...hm it sounds nice." Ana said and Lucius eyes light up "but I like more Draco Lucius Malfoy."Ana continue with a smile.

"Why Lucius?Draco isn't enough? he asks confused.

"What do you mean?You don't want that your child to have your name?You choose the first name,I choose the second." she said seriously.

"Fair enough."Lucius said watching his wife lovingly.He put his hand on her belly and rub it gently.Suddenly Ana gasp and starts laughing.

"I think Draco approve his name."she said to the man in front of her. He smile to and leans in to kiss her sweetly.

In all this time I watched the couple in silence.The room start to disappear.Every thing become dark.My name is called but I don't want to wake up.I want to see more.

"Ana."someone is shake me."Ana!"the voice is louder.I open my eyes slowly and see Ginny beside me."Come on,breakfast is ready." she said quietly.

"Five more minutes." I said covering my head.Ginny laugh and live.

I tried to go back to sleep but after five minutes I gave up.I got up and dressed.I keep thinking about the dream.So I was right.The woman is me and the man...is Lucius Malfoy.And the baby is Draco.But is impossible to be Draco's mother.It is impossible to be Lucius's wife.He has one.What could the visions and the dream mean?Uh,I have so many questions..

I go in the kitchen.I see all members of the Weasley family plus Harry all eating while talking.Mr Weasley see me first and say good morning.I answer with a smile and sit down at the table.

"Good morning,dear.Did you sleep well?" she asks while putting a plate of food in front of me.

"Thank you and yes I slept very well."I said."The food is amazing, Mrs Weasley."I said after the first bite.

"Oh dear,please.It's the same food I do usually." she said and I can see a little pink on her cheeks.

"I know.Your food is always amazing" I said taking another bite.

"Ana we are going to play again quidditch."say Fred from my right.

"And we were wondering if you want to play with us."finished George from my left.How did I sit in between them I don't know.

"I think I will play.I want a little action to take my mind of things."The twins look at each other and then they whisper so that only I can hear them:

"You mean Lucius Malfoy?"

When I heard I choked with my food.Mrs Weasley heard me and give me a concerned look.Both Fred and George are smirking.I clear my throat and answer:

"Why I would think about Lucius?" I asked trying to hide the truth.

"Come on,Ana we know you." George say,the smirk never fades.

"And you blushed when he kissed your hand.You never blush." Fred continue.

"I blush sometimes,but I hide it." I said sounding convincing.I am a good liar but nobody can lie those boys.

"No you don't blush.If you remember we tried to make you blush all year and we failed." Fred speak like I am a baby.

"Did you just said that you failed to make me blush.The Weasley twins just said that they couldn't charm a little girl?" I asked.They look for a moment horrified but recover fast.Now is my turn to smirk.

"No,we didn't said that.We said that you don't blush." said Fred fast.

"We didn't tried to hard because you are our sister and we love you.We didn't wanted to make it awkward.If we really wanted to make blush we would done it."George finish.

"Aww,boys.You're very sweet.I love you too."I said smiling.

I am happy that they see me as a sister.I love them so much.My two crazy brothers.I got up hug each of them and kissed their cheeks.Both faces become red.They tried to hide it but just run from the kitchen when I started to giggle.

"Mrs Weasley, did I blush when Mr Malfoy kissed my hand?" I asked her.

"Yes you did, dear."she said a little upset.

"Are you alright?"I ask.Mr Weasley look at us concerned.

"Yes,I am,dear."she smile and clean the table.I finish my breakfast and go help her.We finished fast.Once everything was at their place I go to find the boys and Ginny.I find them quickly.They are playing quidditch.It's a safe place where are trees and muggles don't see us fly.

"Get a broomstick and come play with us!"Ron yell at me.

"I'm coming!" I scream back.I look around and see that Ginny's not playing again.I take a broomstick and fly near them.The game began.We throw apples at each other and some apples that supposed be bludgers hit Ron in the head.Fred,George,Harry,Ginny and me began to laugh.We barely have balance an our brooms from laughing.Ron give us deaths glares but after he started to laugh too.I want to take an apple from the top of the tree.I fly through the branches and spot the perfect apple.

"Ana,what are you doing?"asks Ginny.I look at her forgetting that I am between big branches.

"I try to get a apple,duh."I said matter of fact still looking at her.

"Ana,look out!"one of the scream.I turn my head and see a very big branch,I hit the branch hard.I fell of the broom and hit my head.Everything became black.I felt when I hit the ground, pain was everywhere.Soon enough darkness took over.

In open my eyes.I see a room powerful lighten.Everything is white.I walk down a corridor.Pictures are everywhere.Most of the pictures are with a woman with long light brown hair and a man with brown almost black hair and beard.The man is holding a little girl with light brown hair.I stop at one of the picture and look closely.Everything seems so familiar.Suddenly images appear in my head with them.I know how they are.They are my family.y mother and my father and the little girl is me.How couldn't I figured out.I look so muck like the woman.I concentrate hard on the images trying to remember.The woman's name is Lorien and my father's is... Anthony.'They are my family' I think over and over again.Everything changes and I see dark sky.People running.I know what's happening.It's a war.I remember what happened.This day I lost my mother.I feel tears on my face while every memory comes to me.How someone took me and protected me.How I have arrived an Earth.Wait...I am not from Earth.That's why I have powers.I took them from my mother.I try to change the memory.I live it once I don't want that anymore.The images tun through my head.I remember everything. My mother powers made me appear in the past where I was raised by the founders of Hogwarts.Ok that explain why nobody said anything about my powers or why I knew so well the corridors and secret passages of Hogwarts.And why the professors were saying 'not again'when I was doing something bad,they knew who I was.After my 17 birthday I wasn't ageing at all.I took care of the school after they died but I stayed a student.I wanted to know what the children think and as a professor or headmaster I wouldn't make it.The images stops and I see again the man and the woman.What I said that is impossible is not that impossible.Lucius Malfoy is my husband.I know him since he came to Hogwarts.We began to date when he was 16 years.We got married in the summer of 1971.Me was young but he had strict parents and they wanted him married till the end of school.I never regretted my decision to marry him.He was loving,always protected me and he was a good husband.The dream I had with me pregnant wasn't a dream,it was a memory.In 5 June 1980 my son is born.My Draco.More tears fall from my eyes.Lucius was a death eater and I stayed by his side.Voldemort knew me very well.After he was killed,a death eater come and ordered me to bring him back.I told him couldn't.I am powerful but I have limits and Voldemort knew that. The death eater said is 'The Dark Lord order' but it was a lie.After I said no he threatened my family.One night broke into my house and wanted to kill my son.Lucius wasn't home.It was just me.I wrote a letter before his appearance to Narcissa Black.We were good friends,she helped me a lot with Draco.When I heard Draco cry I run in his room.The death eater tried to kill my son as a punishment but he killed.Or so I thought.I had a vision about that.I saw myself being killed but somehow I didn't die.I just lost my memory and my family.I think my powers reacted and protected me.After the memories finished everything became black again.I can hear voices.My hole body hurts.I try to move my head.i groan when the pain is bigger.

"Ana,dear.Are you awake?" a voice asks.I think is Molly.I groan again.I slowly open my eyes and see the hole family around me with worried eyes.

"Molly I remember."I say slowly.My throat is dried."Could you give me some water please my throat..."

"Of course,dear."she said and come beside me.My body aches.She helps me up and hand me a glass of water.I drink slowly, my throat feeling better."What you said before?"she asks after I give the glass back.

"I remember."I said looking at her.All look at me confused

"What do you remember?"Mr Weasley ask me.

"Arthur,Molly I remember who I am."

They look at me shocked at while the children look more confused.I must look crazy.

"Are you sure,dear?" Mrs Wesley said.

"Yes.You are Molly Weasley"I said poiting at her,"and you are Arthur Weasley.I know you two since you started Hogwarts.We are very good friends.I was here when you children were born.I know I was very happy to spoil them.I promised to do that."k said fast.They all are looking weird at me.

"So Ana,what's your full name."George asks.I look at him ready to answer.

"Anamaria Malfoy,George.I'm Lucius Malfoy wife."I said looking at my hands.

"Nice joke,Ana."laugh Fred.

"It's not a joke,Fred."I said.

"Mother I think that she hit her head to hard." said Fred looking at his mother.

"Yes she hit her head to hard but she is right."said Mr Weasley.

"But she is to young for him.That's impossible.She is to nice to be a Malfoy." Fred and George say alarmed.

"Boys look at me."I told them.Both look at me."I'm older than you think.I remember when you two born.Me,Bill,Charlie and Percy give a wonderful party that day.Well Percy was little your brothers had fun..."

"Wait did you give a party while I was at the hospital?" Mrs Weasley asks surprised interrupting me.

"Maybe." I said with a smile.She look pissed."Come on Molly,they were children and having two little brothers.They deserved to celebrate." I said trying to be serious but smirking a little.

"And Percy..."

"Was in bed at the hour you said.I may be childish but I can be responsible too" I said still smirking."I know you and George don't remember me,you two were to little.So was Percy." I said to Fred.

"And us?" asks Ron and Ginny.

"Well..you Ron,you had two years when I lost my memory and Ginny,you had one year.I hadn't the chance to influence you two like I had with the others."I smiled at them.

"Influence over us?"asks George.

"Never wandered why Bill like long hair or where he saw the clothes he is wearing.I hope he didn't change his look.I like it that way."Fred look shocked so is the hole family.

"Or why Charlie wanted to Romania?I told him lots of stories about dragons and vampires.He love them.He always said he wants to see them, now he works with them."I said daydreaming.

"You didn't do anything to me." say Percy.I look at him and smirk.

"I give you a lot of ideas, but you would get bored of them fast."I said.Percy look surprised but say nothing.

"We still don't understand"said George."If you are a Malfoy why are you here.We are not blood traitors to Malfoy family?"he ask.

"You are our sister.We annoy you and you annoy us.If you are Malfoy's wife you wouldn't be here with a poor family.I am sire he won't let you." Fred continue.I can see they are both upset.The others are to shocked to say anything.

"Yes he thinks that way,but he never forbidden me to do something.I am friend with your parents before I married him.He knew I am stubborn and wouldn't give up my friends.He never said anything just to stay safe." I said with a smile.It's true.He didn't said anything about who I am meeting.Oh he said that if they are muggleborns or blood traitors never talk with him about them.Beside that nothing.I move my head to see everyone who is in the room.All of them,but when I try to move pain stats to take over.I wince and sat down.Not a good idea to move.

"I think Ana need some rest.Let's let her sleep." Mrs Weasley say and lead them outside.

"But,I'm not..."I begin but I am cut off by Mrs Weasley little glare that say to go to sleep.From my memories I know not to upset her.The kids whisper goodbye trying to be friendly but I know they are upset.

I lay down,close my eyes and think about what I did in the last 10.That night when I 'died' I didn't though about what I will lose or if I will live.All I thought was to save my son and my husband even if that meant my death.I wonder who saved Draco.He was crying so bad when I was hit with the killing curse.I remember his little face full of tears screaming for me.How Lucius felt after I died?Now I understand the mixed emotions he had in his eyes.He will forgive me?I didn't tell him about the vision I had,about that I was going to die. He married Narcissa.I am happy for that.I trust her and I trust that she took good care of Lucius and Draco.She deserve the title of wife and mother more than me.She was beside them all the time.But I want to see my son and husband again.Just to see them.I am sure that Draco doesn't know that Narcissa isn't his birth mother.I don't want him to know.Draco will hate me,and his parents for lying him all these years.He's so beautiful,clever and looks so much with his father.I don't want him to hate me and the people that raised him.I hope that everything will be alright.I feel how the sleep is taking over.I don't fight it.Maybe the sleep will clean my head.I will think more after I rest with that I let the darkness consume me.

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dfroza · 6 years

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in Today’s paired chapters of my personal reading from the Scriptures with a daily chapter from each Testament read sequentially through the books of the Bible, being Haggai 1 and Romans 16 for december 21, we see a reflection in ancient History how people were preoccupied in building their own homes yet neglecting the Temple in Jerusalem. which relates to the here & now with how some live in ignorance to God in the revelation that the body has become His Temple where the Spirit resides, the True nature of its treasure viewed as Light. and in the closing chapter 16 in Paul’s letter of Romans we see a round of “hellos” to greet his friends along with encouragement in standing for truth.

from my reading on the Winter Solstice as Autumn transitioned in the northern hemisphere and as Spring became Summer in the southern hemisphere. an end and a beginning, simultaneously:

[Caught Up with Taking Care of Your Own Houses]

On the first day of the sixth month of the second year in the reign of King Darius of Persia, God’s Message was delivered by the prophet Haggai to the governor of Judah, Zerubbabel son of Shealtiel, and to the high priest, Joshua son of Jehozadak:

A Message from God-of-the-Angel-Armies: “The people procrastinate. They say this isn’t the right time to rebuild my Temple, the Temple of God.”

Shortly after that, God said more and Haggai spoke it: “How is it that it’s the ‘right time’ for you to live in your fine new homes while the Home, God’s Temple, is in ruins?”

And then a little later, God-of-the-Angel-Armies spoke out again:

“Take a good, hard look at your life. Think it over. You have spent a lot of money, but you haven’t much to show for it. You keep filling your plates, but you never get filled up. You keep drinking and drinking and drinking, but you’re always thirsty. You put on layer after layer of clothes, but you can’t get warm. And the people who work for you, what are they getting out of it? Not much— a leaky, rusted-out bucket, that’s what.

That’s why God-of-the-Angel-Armies said:

“Take a good, hard look at your life. Think it over.”

Then God said:

“Here’s what I want you to do: Climb into the hills and cut some timber. Bring it down and rebuild the Temple. Do it just for me. Honor me. You’ve had great ambitions for yourselves, but nothing has come of it. The little you have brought to my Temple I’ve blown away—there was nothing to it.

“And why?” (This is a Message from God-of-the-Angel-Armies, remember.) “Because while you’ve run around, caught up with taking care of your own houses, my Home is in ruins. That’s why. Because of your stinginess. And so I’ve given you a dry summer and a skimpy crop. I’ve matched your tight-fisted stinginess by decreeing a season of drought, drying up fields and hills, withering gardens and orchards, stunting vegetables and fruit. Nothing—not man or woman, not animal or crop—is going to thrive.”

Then the governor, Zerubbabel son of Shealtiel, and the high priest, Joshua son of Jehozadak, and all the people with them listened, really listened, to the voice of their God. When God sent the prophet Haggai to them, they paid attention to him. In listening to Haggai, they honored God.

Then Haggai, God’s messenger, preached God’s Message to the people: “I am with you!” God’s Word.

This is how God got Zerubbabel, Joshua, and all the people moving—got them working on the Temple of God-of-the-Angel-Armies. This happened on the twenty-fourth day of the sixth month in the second year of King Darius.

The Book of Haggai, Chapter 1 (The Message)

Be sure to welcome our friend Phoebe in the way of the Master, with all the generous hospitality we Christians are famous for. I heartily endorse both her and her work. She’s a key representative of the church at Cenchrea. Help her out in whatever she asks. She deserves anything you can do for her. She’s helped many a person, including me.

Say hello to Priscilla and Aquila, who have worked hand in hand with me in serving Jesus. They once put their lives on the line for me. And I’m not the only one grateful to them. All the non-Jewish gatherings of believers also owe them plenty, to say nothing of the church that meets in their house.

Hello to my dear friend Epenetus. He was the very first follower of Jesus in the province of Asia.

Hello to Mary. What a worker she has turned out to be!

Hello to my cousins Andronicus and Junias. We once shared a jail cell. They were believers in Christ before I was. Both of them are outstanding leaders.

Hello to Ampliatus, my good friend in the family of God.

Hello to Urbanus, our companion in Christ’s work, and my good friend Stachys.

Hello to Apelles, a tried-and-true veteran in following Christ.

Hello to the family of Aristobulus.

Hello to my cousin Herodion.

Hello to those who belong to the Lord from the family of Narcissus.

Hello to Tryphena and Tryphosa—such diligent women in serving the Master.

Hello to Persis, a dear friend and hard worker in Christ.

Hello to Rufus—a good choice by the Master!—and his mother. She has also been a dear mother to me.

Hello to Asyncritus, Phlegon, Hermes, Patrobas, Hermas, and also to all of their families.

Hello to Philologus, Julia, Nereus and his sister, and Olympas—and all the followers of Jesus who live with them.

Holy embraces all around! All the churches of Christ send their warmest greetings!

One final word of counsel, friends. Keep a sharp eye out for those who take bits and pieces of the teaching that you learned and then use them to make trouble. Give these people a wide berth. They have no intention of living for our Master Christ. They’re only in this for what they can get out of it, and aren’t above using pious sweet talk to dupe unsuspecting innocents.

And so while there has never been any question about your honesty in these matters—I couldn’t be more proud of you!—I want you also to be smart, making sure every “good” thing is the real thing. Don’t be gullible in regard to smooth-talking evil. Stay alert like this, and before you know it the God of peace will come down on Satan with both feet, stomping him into the dirt. Enjoy the best of Jesus!

And here are some more greetings from our end. Timothy, my partner in this work, Lucius, and my cousins Jason and Sosipater all said to tell you hello.

I, Tertius, who wrote this letter at Paul’s dictation, send you my personal greetings.

Gaius, who is host here to both me and the whole church, wants to be remembered to you.

Erastus, the city treasurer, and our good friend Quartus send their greetings.

All of our praise rises to the One who is strong enough to make you strong, exactly as preached in Jesus Christ, precisely as revealed in the mystery kept secret for so long but now an open book through the prophetic Scriptures. All the nations of the world can now know the truth and be brought into obedient belief, carrying out the orders of God, who got all this started, down to the very last letter.

All our praise is focused through Jesus on this incomparably wise God! Yes!

The Letter of Romans, Chapter 16 (The Message)

and with these paired chapters i read Proverbs 21 along with Psalms 21, 91, 1, and 55 for day 21 of december, day 91 of Autumn that turned into day 1 of Winter at the point of the Solstice this morning, and then Psalm 55 for the 355th day of the year (with the book of 150 Psalms, or songs, now in its 3rd revolution this year)

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sunlessea · 13 days

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did you just expect me to keep my distance? — firesluci

i don't feel like formatting rn / @londonfallen

what an odd question. he stares at it vaguely unimpressed and wholly judgmental from where he lies wrapped with sheets 'round his legs, having pried his attention from the ceiling he'd been so blissfully entranced by. one would think the positioning rather scandalous ... but despite its bent ears and questionable company, it hadn't even touched him. strangely polite, for such a cruel force in london's structure. he'd asked for the blankets himself.

its lodgings are bright. blinding, even, at least compared to what he's used to in eve's garden. there are no gaslit, gaudy signs to sore his eye, just a good hundred candles burning bright. does it really not get it?

"i didn't expect you to bring me home," he clarifies, tearing his gaze back up to the softly glowing ceiling. what few shadows there are flicker way up there. he thinks he could drift out of his own mind and go somewhere far away just staring at it. daydream himself into a coma, until he forgot the world. it's probably the honey talking. "distance is kind of my specialty. you do know what you're supposed to be hiring me for, right? it's not to lay on your floor while you tend to my wounds." he blows a strand of hair out of his face. "i'm your whore, mr fires. not your lover."

#londonfallen #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#` ✞ fires & lucius. ⁞ with all the money in the world‚ you could never buy that boy. if love’s the gain‚ it will be tough.#slur tw /#? idk #drugs tw —

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sunlessea · 3 months

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❝ were you always this pretty ? i think you’ve been holding out on me. ❞ — firesluci

random dialogue prompts / @londonfallen

... how funny. he doesn't think he's been called " pretty " all that often, when he stops to think about it. and he does, staring up at it with a perked brow and slightly parted lips, as if unsure what exactly to do with the gentle tease behind what he'd otherwise coin a sultry purr. well, it can be forgiven, being a bat and all, but... he's been complimented, certainly. showered with comments on his beauty, among all else, almost nonstop with the rate at which veilgarden's artisans tend to fawn over him, warranted or otherwise just a product of his own infamy. but very few have ever commented something so... mundane. gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, things far more colorful and poetic : they're all things murmured to him while at the edges of galleries or in the depths of his private chambers, when he's on the job.

it almost takes him aback, the stark innocence behind its compliment, then. it isn't expected, not just for context of who it comes from, london more than content to nip at his heels how he should be shaking in his stockings dealing with mr fires and its nasty reputation ...

"so you like corsets on our kind, then, mr fires?" he's shockingly casual, that in mind. when he blinks, his surprise disappears, but rather than be embarrassed, he takes the comment in stride. compliments are often empty, and he's used to receiving them ... but it's a kinder one, than he typically receives. his burlesque costumes were oft more elaborate than his current attire : as they should be, when he's to make a spectacle. now he'd consider himself rather simple, though, dressed in the corset - lingerie - stocking tripling that wines had long popularized.

well, it's popular for a reason among the toreador, even if the masters of the bazaar supposedly didn't get along very well, he supposes.

he crosses his legs inconspicuously and leans forward, chin resting 'pon his open palm where he watches it. "you should show me what you look like in your ... natural element, too. că să zicem aşa." he's not talking about just without its cloaks. "i'm ... interested."

#londonfallen #it took 700 posts for one of my muses to flirt with the like actual bat aspect #lucius has nothing left 2 fear in life he may as well #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#ship tbt.

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sunlessea · 2 months

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How are you ruined? ft the "too human" squad

adrien / ruined by trauma

you cannot get over the past. you are constantly remembering, never forgetting. you cant live in the moment because the moment is not what brought you here. you are birthed, raised, and killed in the past. you will never get over what was done to you, be it big or be it small. you cannot escape what you refuse to confront.

winter / ruined by apathy

you cant bring yourself to care. you hate that you cant feel what you used to be able to feel. you hate that you cant be happy. you hate that you cant bring yourself to actually hate. your apathy has swallowed you and immersed you in a well of nothingness. you cant feel what you cant forget. you cant see what you close your eyes to. you choose to feel nothing, and you have lost everything because of it.

elysium / ruined by loneliness

you are so lonely. you are miserable in your solitude. you hate that you cannot bring yourself to reach out, to ask for help. you will be forgotten by all who never knew you. your biggest fear is that you will die alone, and you know this fear will be seen to fruition. you refuse to extend yourself beyond the box that others put you in. and it is a box that no one dare come near. you are lonely because you are afraid of yourself.

lucius / ruined by fear

you live on the edge of your seat, but it is not a good thing. youre constantly looking over your shoulder, unsure of what will hurt you next. you have been hurt so much, but you refuse to adapt to your pain. instead, you avoid what you cannot control. you are so afraid of making a mistake, of being brought closer to your doom. but, despite this, you cannot articulate what you fear. you are just afraid. only afraid. and you will be afraid until you are brought to what you fear.

moriarty / ruined by fury

you are angry. you are angry and everyone knows it. the fire within you will not die, cannot die. for if it dies, you wont have a reason to burn. your rage simmers close to your chest, it boils near something you wont touch. you are angry because it is easier than anything else. you are angry because you choose it over pain. you are ruined because you cannot feel anything but your own ire.

#man.........................#ow #KJMERKHJM #` ✞ elysium. ⁞ and if i only could‚ i’d make a deal with the gods.#` ✞ adrien. ⁞ all my life i’ve been so lonely‚ all in the name of being holy.#` ✞ winter. ⁞ you can’t love anyone‚ because that would mean you have a heart.#` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#` ✞ moriarty. ⁞ welcome to the family jewels‚ coal to diamond‚ sold to fools.#what a liNEUP #long post /#` ✞ introspection. ⁞ below the surface‚ did we deserve this?#some non-masters for once #closes eyes

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sunlessea · 3 months

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cute little valentines ft silas / lucius & mr s.pices / priscilla that we got, since we prob won't be on tomorrow i'm 😭 they're adorable ... @londonfallen / artist.

#SMOL VALENTINES #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#` ✞ silas & lucius. ⁞ take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger in the embrace of my saviour.#` ✞ priscilla. ⁞ for life is this way‚ murdering beauty and passions.#` ✞ spices & priscilla. ⁞ when the sun loves the moon and the stars align every night to spell out their love in tiny bright lights.

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sunlessea · 11 months

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"you're ... a good friend, artisan. i like you, too."

@londonfallen › silas.

#londonfallen #clown honking #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#` ✞ silas & lucius. ⁞ take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger in the embrace of my saviour.

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sunlessea · 1 year

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"do you know the things i think when i look at you?" it's not a question he expects an answer to, sprawled with reckless abandon 'pon the floor of a man he had, not even all that long ago he thinks, drained near dry of life itself. so fresh was it in his memory, if he thinks too hard, he can still picture the genuine fear in his eyes when he'd seen the light slip away from @londonfallen, still feel the guilt that had, for a moment, made it seem as if his own heart were breaking within his chest. now he lays here in that man's home, near lifeless himself, a broken doll with so very little light of his own in either eye or expression, and watches as london's beloved artisan turns to face him, the coldness of his back replaced instead with the warmth of his gaze. he can't tell if the look on his face is curiosity for why he's lying on the ground when there are both chairs and a bed available to him or in regards to his question, but either way, looking back at him is what makes the emotion return to his own face.

"silas?" he finds that keeping eye contact with him is embarrassing. that's unexpected, but not new, not with him. he thinks his cheeks would be tinted were they able to be, but it probably shows in the subtle way his eyes narrow and his fingers curl into his palm. "i think the entirety of london would laugh at both of us if they could hear my head." he tears his attention away from him, because if he doesn't, he thinks he'll have to start breathing. instead, he looks up at the ceiling, and for a moment, he wishes he were a malkavian — he wants to lose himself in the stars they see, drift into other plains of existence until he forgets that although he is covered, he feels laid more bare than he ever has in the entirety of what life he can remember. he doesn't have a soul or a heart, that's what they say, but if he did, he's sure he could've seen both. it dawns on him, for the first time in quite a long while, that he wishes he could cry.

for a million different reasons, but mostly for one.

"you're like a prince. one of the most vicious forces here in london, and here i am, looking at you like you're a fairytale." no, he's wrong. he can feel it, the faint beating in his chest, growing faster and faster. if he closes his eyes, it'll feel like it's threatening to burst out of his chest. "do you remember them? my rules?"

#IF U WANT SMTH DONE JUST DO IT URSELF #SLAPS THIS DOWN SINCE I CAN'T TRUST U #KNHKJENMRHKJNM #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#` ✞ silas & lucius. ⁞ take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger in the embrace of my saviour.#silas's second ship tag. watch as he gathers them for the winter.

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sunlessea · 1 year

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tag drop part 2 ! : londoners edition.

#` ✞ the doctor. ⁞ i see your darkest dreams‚ they’re no longer make believe.#` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#` ✞ nikolai. ⁞ for forgiveness you could always pray.#` ✞ lottie. ⁞ my love‚ stay with me and break my heart.#` ✞ theodore. ⁞ it’s no wonder you’ve got demons.#` ✞ the boatman. ⁞ in all your dreams‚ we watch you drown.#` ✞ sherlock. ⁞ lover‚ hunter‚ friend‚ and enemy.#` ✞ phantom of the opera. ⁞ that voice which calls to me and speaks my name.#` ✞ arkadi. ⁞ fashion is an imitation of christ‚ beauty has a price.#` ✞ elysium. ⁞ and if i only could‚ i’d make a deal with the gods.#` ✞ chrysanthème. ⁞ once we were alive with the spirit of spring.#` ✞ rose. ⁞ twas a longing came into my heart‚ i could not sense the name.

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sunlessea · 1 year

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the tension, he thinks, could've been cut with a knife, but even here, even now, as his heart stabs itself in his chest, unbeating and dead, he finds a way to strangle it. the distance between them is so sickeningly minimal and though this is a position he oft is accustomed to, it scares and excites him, all the same, that if he leaned forward not even an inch ... it would be enough. and yet here he is, finger caught between both of their lips, stopping him in his tracks before @londonfallen been able to kiss him proper. for all his heart does not beat, his chest aches. it's so painful, quite honestly, a part of him wishes he could die right here.

"i don't ... kiss on the lips," his voice is quiet, murmured 'gainst the muffled sounds of the party that still rages on not even two doors down, hardly muffled at all with such dismal distance 'tween them and a veritable crowd. for as stern as his policy has always been, he's nearly humiliated to his core, then, that he sounds so lacking in confidence now. his stomach hurts, in knots, and he wonders if he's ever felt this embarrassed when he was alive. he can't remember.

suppose it doesn't matter, whether he humiliates himself in front of a client, or a god. he is, at the end of it all, nothing, and this would not be remembered.

"remember?"

#bo vc i made u some content open wide #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#londonfallen #ic tbt.#ship tbt.#here u go lux

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sunlessea · 1 year

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" are you going to tell me what happened to you tonight? " + [ HOLD ] - siluci </4

& RE : i hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing. / @londonfallen.

there are a great many things he has flinched from over the years since waking up in the underworld. his hand isn't one of them : silas reaches out to touch him, unsure at first, he thinks, but when he doesn't pull away, a little more confident. lucius can't look him in the eye, though. there are moments, fleeting and hardly even half a second long, where he certainly tries, but he can't. instead his attention dips to the paltry bandages his company had so neatly tied 'round his thigh for him, the blood that had started to seep through almost black in its appearance on account to the inhuman beast it belonged to. it hadn't even been that bad an injury, he'd argued ... not until he'd practically torn his way through london entirely on foot to get here. he'd be worried for the scandal of it, if he weren't already drowning in his own reputation.

"you don't want to know," he says after some consideration, his voice disgustingly hoarse in comparison to when he'd shown up on silas's doorstep all but sobbing. he reaches up to wipe his cheeks but they're phantom tears : anything that'd been there was long gone, and all it does is serve to smear mascara 'cross his already mussed up face. his own fingertips are turning ashen from the makeup he's rubbed off without intending to. he's almost embarrassed, if not outright ashamed, but he knows he shouldn't be. this isn't his fault, not really, he doesn't ... think so, anyways. there's a cacophony of fucked up people whispering in his ear like snakes telling him that it is, that he's done something wrong to earn the ire of the people who take out their anger on him and his mind and his body and his existence, but he's not sure he believes them. he isn't a malkavian, he isn't out of his mind. "i don't really remember much, anyways." oh, but he's lying, and they both know it, but he keeps himself tight-lipped, because if he doesn't, he'll start bawling again.

truthfully, he isn't sure what he's hoping to accomplish. maybe it isn't anything. maybe he just wanted the comfort, the company, the warmth of having someone look at him like he's worth more than what can fit inside him. his nose twitches and he tries to straighten his demure posture, hands reaching out to take both silas's cheeks into his palms. he turns his head, looks at the way his hair falls over him when he does, and marvels at how picturesque he is. he despises bohemians. their picture-perfect, faked, honey-addled facades, each one more desperate and inhumane as the last.

but looking at him doesn't feel the same way. silas looks at him with a furrowed brow, caught between confusion and concern, between desperation and barely smothered fury. in the end, he lets him go, allows his thumb to catch on his bottom lip as he sighs, arms dropping back to his lap. he looks terrible, like he'd crawled out of a near-death encounter with rats before dragging himself here. it's humiliating, and telling. that is also exactly how he feels.

for all he presents himself put together, when he takes the notepad and pen that had been discarded beside him quite some time ago, his hands are still shaking as he unceremoniously writes two names down. one of them, he underlines. but he doesn't hand it to him yet, just sets it back down for him to see later. instead, he gives his attention back to the man who had tended his injuries, bruise and broken skin alike, and laments that he should not lean forward to hug him again ... he'd already dirtied his shirt quite terribly, without thought. he frowns, looking at the lines of mascara soaked into the artisan's apparel, and figures it fitting of himself to ruin such pure things.

"i didn't mean to intrude on your night," he finally responds properly, and his expression falls, the careful monotone he oft wore dissipating in favor of pain, however subtle, that he oft buries 'neath the surface. all of them do, but none so practiced as the rose of veilgarden. "but i ... silas, you're the only one—" they both know. no matter how he swallows the feelings, they both know. "can i stay?"

#londonfallen #` ✞ lucius. ⁞ i was an angel‚ living in the garden of evil.#` ✞ silas & lucius. ⁞ take me deeper than my feet could ever wander and my faith will be made stronger in the embrace of my saviour.#4 #5 #implied abuse tw —#implied assault tw —

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