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hirukochan · 4 months

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I know you are busy right now with your fics and I really admire how brilliant they turn out to be with you working on multiple projects. I really appreciate all your hardwork and dedication and ugh, I just love your work so much.

But can I just say that I saw your comment in one of your fics about a potential forbidden Malfoy OC/Reader x Voldemort and I am really looking forward to that? I'm a huge Harriet x Voldy fan but i really love the Malfoy idea and the whole corruption concept. I have this weird imagery of them like Voldy being the snake from the apple tree in Eden and Malfoy Reader being naive, trusting, and too curious for her own good Eve.

Thank you so much!!! It means the world to hear that! I am thrilled to know so many people enjoy these silly little stories I come up with :D!

I am very much looking forward to writing that story! And I will. First I need to finish some published stories but this one is at the top of the list! I hope I'll get to it some time next year and I will be certain to post about it here too!

I don't know from what perspective I will be writing it yet.

Corruption is a main theme for the fic as I've been planning it right now. The youngest child of Narcissa and Lucius is a very sickly girl who had little influence outside her family and who has never even left her family's estate! Voldemort shamelessly preys on that and revels in the slow but steady destruction of her innocence and purity - something he never got to have.

I have a little snippet/teaser here of that fic for anyone who is interested! I have yet to find a name for the fic - because love coming up with names for stuff!!!! (not.)

Malfoy daughter X Voldemort Snippet

words: 1200

warnings: none that I can think off :D

Astrea Lucretia Malfoy knows there are certain expectations that come with being a member of the ancient and most honourable house of Malfoy. Astrea knew these expectations before she could as much as crawl. They were handed down to her from the very first beat her heart took inside her mother’s womb and Astrea would sooner throw herself off the roof of her family home than do anything that would bring shame to her house and her parents.

Astrea loves her parents.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are proud people and Astrea would never want to embarrass them. Astrea knows how to behave. She knows how to greet people and how to make pleasant conversation. Astrea can play the piano and dance and yet despite having devoted her life to trying and be the perfect heiress to her proud parents - she is not.

She is a smudge on her family’s proud family tree and there is nothing she can do.

Astrea looks down at the crimson spots on the snowy white handkerchief in her trembling hands. Steps sounding from the hallway have her hastily fold it and stuff it in her dress. The corset her governess put her into for today’s special occasion.

Time has run out. Astrea can’t escape him any longer. She knows it was an endeavour doomed from the beginning but she had to try.

Her governess opens the door, looking like a banshee coming to announce Astrea’s death, dressed in her stern black uniform. Astrea hates the sight of that uniform. Hates the black dress that makes her think of death every time she sees it because death is the last thing Astrea wants to think about it and yet it’s the first thought on her mind when she wakes up and the last when she falls asleep. Death hunts her in her dreams and she knows death is approaching steadily in reality as well. The handkerchief stuffed between her breasts and the corset bears the proof of that.

Astrea has been sick for as long as she can remember. Despite hiring the most renowned healers and researchers and even shamans nobody has been able to give the proud Malfoys and their inexhaustible vaults at Gringotts an answer as to why their only daughter is a sickly, weak child. She just is. Getting infected with the Dragonpox that would later take her severe, powerful and feared grandfather Abraxas Malfoy did little to improve her condition.

Nowadays Astrea can at least leave her bed and walk freely about the Manor but she knows that little and treasured freedom will be snatched from her the second her overprotective father learns of her relapse.

Astrea pushes her governess' hands from her hair and gets up. She ignores the lightheaded dizziness rushing through her at the swift movement. She does not let it show either.

She can wait no longer.

He is expecting to be introduced to her after all.

The Dark Lord. The most powerful wizard of all times, once believed to have vanished and now returned, reborn. Of course, Astrea knows all about him. She has been taught about him alongside her older brother Draco all her life. Taught of his greatness, his might, his goal to save wizardingkind and she has been taught of her duty to serve him.

And yet she stole from him.

The precious dress made of fairy-spun silk slides over the carpeted stairs. Astrea’s chest strains against the corset. Her governess tied it tighter today against Astrea’s protest.

Nobody here listens to her.

Nobody cares.

Oh, they all ‘care’ - they bend over backwards to delay the inevitable, forcing her to go through heinous treatments to expand her life and yet nobody cares.

Expect for her Uncle Sev perhaps. Her godfather, her father’s best friend and also on the few occasions she is allowed to practise magic, her tutor. He always has an open ear for her and a shoulder to cry on when she needs it.

But there are a few secrets she keeps even from him. The handkerchief and her impertinence. Both she carries on her person tonight. Perhaps a mistake though she seriously doubts the greatest Legilimens to ever live would need her to carry her sin with her to detect it. He’ll know the second he sees her, therefore her avoiding him. In the days before the Dark Lord’s arrival to take up residency in her family home she strategically scattered gasps and moments of pause into her demeanour and speech, then on the morning of his arrival Astrea dipped the thermometer her governess forces past her lips every morning in her teacup for a few seconds as the old hag was preparing her bath.

She spent the past week in her bed but she can’t keep this charade up for long without risking her feeble sham-freedom.

Astrea treasures her freedom above all else.

She enters the sitting room. Her parents are sitting on a sofa with Draco in between them. Uncle Sev sits on their opposite, his face as expressionless as always, swirling whiskey in his glass lazily. There, right across from Astrea is he.

The dark one.

The most powerful and dangerous man to ever walk the earth.

And Astrea not only gets to walk on the same earth at the same time, she gets to be in a room with him, to breathe the same air as him, share dinner with him.

Her chest is bursting with pride, her heart flutters in its cage of fragile bones like the many exotic birds in their cages in her room. Her father keeps bringing them home in hopes of making her smile but Astrea finds no joy in dooming others to share her fate and yet what can she do? These birds, much like her, have no chance of surviving outside their cages and yet she can’t help the occasional thought of just letting them all go, letting them try their luck and run after them, with bare feet and no shawl and wouldn’t that be worth the impending death following them? Living and if only for one second?

Astrea has never felt so alive as she does right now. Her trembling fingers grasp the edge of her dress and lift it slightly as she sinks to her knees, bowing her head at the same time. She struggles to keep her back straight and her body stiff, to not fall over and to make it all seem effortless too. Her long pale blond hair falls over her shoulder. She doesn’t even pause to remember she has never curtseyed in a dress cut like this one, doesn’t remember the corset, doesn’t realise her hair is shielding the sight from her parents and Uncles and doesn’t notice how crimson eyes darken as they skim over her, lingering on the neckline of her dress.

Astrea has grown up well-protected and so she does not realise the different ways men look at quickly coming-of-age girls like her. Merely a year away from being presented to society, something Astrea has never had to worry about as her poor health will hardly allow for such a thing her mother has neglected to prepare her, to warn her of the more unsavoury desires of some men. And still - Astrea knows more than her parents think. She is no idiot and has read nearly every book in the Manor, even those her father keeps away from her in his own library and especially his study and what she can’t find in books her friend tells her about. Her only friend.

“Rise.” The high-pitched voice caresses her skin like morning dew, the leaves of her flowers in front of her windows. Like the wings of her feathered companions, her bare arms. Astrea shudders and - against all her formidable education - she stares.

Amusement twinkles in the crimson eyes of her lord and master, dark red like the drops on her handkerchief. They assess her, gliding over her body, her dress and eventually coming to a halt on her eyes. The corner of his lipsless mouth twitches and for a second Astrea has forgotten everything. The blood, the fatigue, the guilt at lying to her parents, the weight of her sin pressed against her naked thigh beneath her dress.

Lord Voldemort looks different than she could have ever been able to picture him. Pale skin that’s scattered here and there with a bundle of scales that shimmer in the flickering light of the gas lamps on the walls, shimmering like the expensive opal jewellery her parents brought back for her from one of their trips to France once. His pupils are long, shaped like those of a snake and where there is supposed to be a nose, only slit nostrils stretch across his skin.

He is tapping his nails on the armrest of his armchair, one with a regal, high back and luxurious tropical wood, stained dark to fit the room’s aesthetic.

“It is an honour to meet you, my lord.” Astrea says, though her voice sounds strange even to her own ears. “I am saddened to have missed your arrival.”

“I am as well.” Voldemort says, his voice silky smooth, sounding so familiar and yet so strange. Though the fluttery feeling it ignites in her belly is very familiar. She has only ever felt it around her only friend…

Voldemort rises from his seat, abandoning his untouched drink on the table beside his armchair. He towers over her, taller even than her father and uncle. Astrea feels minuscule next to him, not only due to the size. She doesn’t even reach his shoulder.

“Join me? I am curious to learn more about the youngest Malfoy offspring.”

“I am an open book for my lord.” She says with a chaste incline of her head, hiding both from the intense gaze of her master and the redness spreading across her cheeks. “My lord merely needs to ask.”

The stolen leatherbound diary pressed against her thigh she accepts Voldemort’s arm and follows him into the dining room where he even pulls out her chair. No man who does not also share blood with her or is made of ink and magic has ever treated her like this. Astrea sits down and is glad for the rest, ignoring the sweat drenching her back beneath her dress and corset. She doesn’t notice the eyes wandering to her décolletage once more.

“I hope my family’s home becomes my lord well?”

“Yes.” He says, red eyes blazing. “Alas I was uncertain for a bit but it could convince me after all.”

“I am relieved.” Astrea looks up and smiles, finding it contains the same amount of joy it has when addressing it to her ink friend and all the joy it lacks when looking at her family.

“So am I.” His upper lip twitched into a crooked grin, revealing a single, sharp, long fang. The grin looks so familiar-

Astrea shakes the thought off.

Perhaps she should not have brought the diary but she can’t leave Tom in her room alone! He is her only friend and she has to keep him safe! Perhaps Voldemort does not know she has stolen it from her father’s study all those years ago in a fit of infantine anger and desire to hurt her father back for all that he is keeping her from. All she wanted was to join Draco’s birthday celebration and he forbade it. Tom said she did no wrong and that she should believe him but Astrea finds it difficult at times.

She has considered putting the diary back many times but Tom has told her how lonely he was before she saved him and one does not abandon friends! At least that’s what Tom says. Astrea has never had a friend but she trusts Tom. He would never want to harm her.

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What a curious little creature, Voldemort thinks as he slips into the girl’s room unnoticed. She is lying in a huge bed framed by flimsy, delicate curtains, as delicate as the girl they give fleeting shelter to.

She is asleep, her lids closed, hiding the bright blue of her big eyes. Her luscious lips are slightly parted. Beneath her hand, curled into a feeble fist on top of her pillow, beside her head sits it.

The impertinence. The utter impudence to bring the stolen object to her first encounter with its rightful owner. It’s almost charming. Like an ant that believes itself so powerful it can revolt against the boot.

He will take pleasure in crushing her. In ripping her chaste innocence from her to savour it, to claim it for himself. He’ll punish her for her crime and Lucius for being so careless he has not even realised it’s missing. The object Voldemort entrusted to him. A piece of his master’s soul - though that part he is obviously unaware of. Voldemort is not so stupid as to hand over crucial information to a mere henchman like Lucius. Though his daughter will make a lovely addition to Voldemort’s bed.

He reaches out a pale hand with skeletal fingers to take the diary, reclaim his stolen Horcrux-

Voldemort is pulled away, something tugs on his mind and he falls forward, like dragged into a pensieve and he finds himself in the Slytherin common room, standing by the fireplace he once tossed the annoying cat of a classmate into. In front of him on the leather sofa lies the girl, the same girl, in the same flimsy, nearly see-through nightgown and she is asleep in his arms. In his arms.

Within the blink of an eye his younger self, looking the role of the proper Prefect he had been at the time, stands in front of him. Voldemort had never been short but his adolescent self can’t match the height of his new body and yet he doesn’t seem impressed or like he even remotely cares.

“She is mine!” He hisses in angry parseltongue, his eyes flashing red and Voldemort is forcibly expelled from the diary, such force he stumbles a step backwards, staring at the girl sleeping on his diary as peacefully as humanly possible.

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#ask #upcoming fic #Astrea x Voldemort #Astrea x Voldemort excerpt #wip ask #fanfic wip #voldemort x reader #voldemort x oc #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x oc #dead dove fic #possibly edible tho #don't know yet #excerpt

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fuerrziah · 8 months

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his corrupted abyss form !!!

cringe but free

HIS PAST LORE!!!!!!; (2300 words)

He got a lot of trauma to unpack but atleast his mind forgot most of it, literally "survivor" of the cataclysm, mf got cursed w immortality like Dainsleif. Used to be a knight, and was stuck in the underground of Sumeru for a long time with his comrades, too scared to leave the gigantic ruin guard.

Long time after the cataclysm occured, he traveled across the Teyvat, losing himself in homesickness. Then, he met princess/prince of the abyss, whom he saw in the past when Khaenri'ah was still there.

Seeing a familiar face in the sea of unfamiliarity, he decided to join the Abyss Order. His past actions were foolish enough, as he spent over hundreds of years following the abyss order's princess/prince orders. Later on, he started to disagree with the views of the organisation; he didn't felt hatred towards people of the seven nations, and felt guilty when he knew he was working with enemies of the humanity. His obsession over gaining validation of Aether/Lumine faded over time as he started to understand that The Abyss Order is not what he wants to pursuit.

Under the starry night he realised that, as he was certain that he needed to get out of this organisation — all of a sudden, electro vision appeared Infront of him. It was a sign for him to abandon his regrets, and move on to the next chapter of his life.

Partying ways with the prince/princess was bittersweet. She/he didn't seemed angry or disappointed, as if foreseen that, and yet there was a cold air around them as she knew about the vision — a sign of being noticed by the god.

The partying ways made him feel guilty, and even disgusted; Yes, he left the organisation. He never wished any harm for humanity, and yet receiving a vision from a god made him feel somewhat angry at the way he was torn with his own feelings.

(Omgf forgot to mention that he was practising magic n sorcery for a long time, anyway—)

As all of this happened Mondstadt, he just,, was like "🧍ok now what- ". Took him a week to get his shit together, and build an actual cottage in the whispering woods, so it could be a place he could come back to when he traveled.

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i will not make it any longer; but some facts abt him;

• he appears arrogant at first through his habit of speaking his mind too much. actually person with good morals and intentions. more extroverted, loves it when people approach him on the street.

• loves beautiful things

• will literally not sleep just so he can pursue his interests

• has sweet tooth

• cries himself to sleep when he thinks of his last smh

• would get corrupted at some point by the abyss (working on his abyss corrupted form because i never stopped loving pure angst)

• (CRINGE ALERT) i ship this mf w kaeya just because It's so much fun for some reason. I'm cringe but I'm free 💔 (strangers to friends to enemies ((corruption fr)) to lovers is my only weakness)

#art #oc #genshin impact #gi #genshin impact oc #astrea #Khaenri'ah #The abyss order #oc genshin #corruption #gi oc

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xxfaylinnxx · 11 months

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Sankari🌟

#original character #oc #Sankari Astrea

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sinastarrry · 5 months

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I was training expressions with some of my ocs and did one with Astrea :D

#sky children of the light #sky cotl #skyblr #sky cotl oc #sky oc #thatskygame #my silly ocs #skykid #sky cotl fanart #digital art #art #sketch #sky oc: astrea

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snapesmorningcoffee · 29 days

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Astrea Lucretia Malfoy ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Please read my favorite fanfiction.

#the weeping of the songbird #songbird fic #astrea malfoy #astrea lucretia malfoy #astrea malfoy moodboard #moodboard #hp fanfiction #voldemort #lord voldemort #tom riddle x oc #severus snape #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #bellatrix lestrange #draco malfoy #barty crouch junior #hiruko chan

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asktheseresunbrothers · 4 months

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Can you all remember your old haunting (if you had such)? What made you become orphants or abandoned for Ray to pick you up?

Delton: "...We were all babies when our father adopted us"

Astrea: "As a matter of fact, we weren't even hatchlings yet! We were all adopted in different timelines so we don't even know who our biological parents are"

Marlo: "Besides our older brother, cubber,he does have so haunting skills of his own, he's known our father longer than we have so he's been an orphan himself when he was first adopted at age 10"

#digital art #don't copy #don't steal my art #ask #dont trace #enderman oc #Marlo #Delton #Astrea #They learn off from their older brother #spoilers

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gochujangst · 9 months

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Rise of Kid Icarus stuff

#rise of kid icarus #jangart #2023 art #oc tag: rhea astrea #oc tag: lord astríos #kid Icarus #oc x canon #Piteah #Pirideah #Rheidi

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commander-krios · 5 months

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Gorgeous, showstopping art of my Traveler, Astrea Peg'asi, and Damon Reznor in my AU where Damon becomes her Guard instead of Vexx. Art by the wonderful @stellorc, thank you so much darling. <3333

#stellorc #art for me #andromeda six #a6 #a6 traveler #damon reznor #oc: astrea #astrea x damon #traveler x damon #a6 au

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loosesodamarble · 21 days

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Hello soda senpai. It's 🖤 anon here is a continuation of the fic I sent. I hope my writing skills have improved. I decided to turn my reader fic to an oc . Please give your feedback.

Empty manor

Astrea Celeste was busy with her least favorite work . She in fact hated the work of the house head with passion. "Even the paperwork I did as a magic knight was better." She said throwing her pen on the table

She checked the time, it was almost lunch time. She didn't want to leave her work but she remembered her promise to Nacht that she would look after herself. She left her room and walked down the stairs. "So empty." She thought.

She entered the dining room. The table was huge but she was alone. There were so many dishes but she was the only one to eat. After she finished her lunch, she called a maid.

"Clear my plate, and give rest of the food to the poor. Tell the kitchen head to not buy this much food for a single person, we don't have as much money as we used to."

" Yes, my lady." The maid replied

She returned to her office to continue her work. "I hate this place, I hate this work, I hate this mansion." She said out loud. "My squad headquarters are so much better. I wouldn't have even kept it if not for..."

Just then a idea crossed her mind.

"Why didn't I think of it before?" she said and smiled "I should discuss it with Nacht tonight."

(Nighttime)

Nacht appeared in her room from the shadows like he always did. She immediately hugged him, she was waiting for him for hours.

"Hey, how was work?" He asked

"About that, I actually decided something." She replied smiling.

"What is it?" He asked knowing that she must have taken a huge decision.

"Nacht, I decided to give up my noble status and sell this mansion."

"What? But why?" He was shocked

"It's just too suffocating here and there are so many bitter memories."

"But then you won't be able to live the life you are living. It will be difficult."

"I know that but Nacht, this life is too hectic. It's too painful. I don't like this work. I don't like this mansion. I just want to keep a few income sources and leave." She said bursting into tears. Nacht wiped her tears and hugged her.

"I see." He said in an understanding voice as he rubbed her back.

"Ummm.. Nacht... I was also thinking that... maybe instead of keeping the manor, I'll buy a good house..." She said as started blushing

Nacht froze, he wasn't as dense as Yami, he knew exactly what this meant.

"Maybe..... for just the both of us, I know we have our squad headquarters but maybe we could go to that house during breaks." She continued. "I mean I kept this mansion because we can get our privacy. Don't get me wrong, I like your squad-."

Nacht kissed her forehead and she froze. "You don't have to explain, even I want to have some time for just the both of us." He said.

"I see, so if you aren't busy tomorrow shall we go look for a house? My break will be over soon and I want to be done with all the mansion and house head related work before that. "

"Sure" Nacht said and kissed her " I'd love that."

So what do you think? Also is my grammar okay?

Oh~ We went from an xreader to an oc~! How fun!

Astrea Celeste... A very spatial name. Stars and nighttime is a classic combo so the aesthetic of Astrea and Nacht's name alone is attractive~!

The first scene scene gives a smaller snapshot of Astrea's feelings towards her position as a whole. She doesn't like the duties she has as head of house, but she doesn't neglect doing them. Her responsibilities do weigh on her but she has the diligence to see them through. I also get the feeling that Astrea is bothered by the hollow excess of her position, like being served far too much food at once.

It's also very nice that Astrea doesn't take her frustrations out on others (at least from what you've shared here). She's not all that warm in the one interaction she has with her staff but neither does she make harsh comments about the chef's over indulgence. She just makes it known what she wants done without fanfare.

The plainness of the earlier interaction then highlights her intimacy with Nacht. She goes to hug him and lets herself cry, unloading her negative feelings. However, Astrea doesn't mope too long and instead shows some fluster when suggesting that she and Nacht live together. She's emotive without being temperamental. I feel that Nacht would take a lover who is quieter than his squad and easy to be around. And so Astrea being able to voice her feelings without being over the top about works for Nacht.

Eh heh heh heh~! The forehead kiss... Nacht smooching his s/o's forehead is something that's so easy to picture and feels so right.

I can tell your grammar has improved with this new snippet. Like, letting the single sentence of Astrea's idea coming to mind being its own paragraph is a good show of how she has the idea and pauses because it feels like a strong revelation to her. I have an easy time reading the flow of your sentences, although I think some comma divided parts could be turned into full sentence stops like

Nacht froze. He wasn't as dense as Yami and so he knew exactly what this meant.

And the only other bit that caught my attention was the use of "burst into tears." It comes off as a little strong, though maybe it's because I take the "burst" a little literally and picture someone letting out an audible sob. If you just meant that Astrea begins crying very suddenly, I think it still comes across.

Again, I like what you're sharing. It's got emotions and tenderness even without strictly being fluff. The drama isn't on the level of some canon events but it still gets me invested because sometimes the smaller, personal matters are more engaging since they laser focus on an individual. And seeing Nacht being able to support someone rather than need the support himself is nice.

#questions from the ask box #soda asides #🖤 anon #nacht faust #black clover oc #astrea celeste #nacht x astrea #(kisses nacht and astrea)#take care of each other lovelies...

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