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Severus takes Lucius farther
“I want you to take this, Lucius,” he said, uncorking it and pressing it to Lucius’s lips without preamble. Lucius opened his mouth easily. “Now roll over on your front, crawl up to the pillows. That’s good.” Severus admired the stripes he had left on Lucius’s perfect, unblemished skin again, and then ran a finger down the row on one side, then the other. Lucius cried out but it was tempered somehow. Sweet. His hips raised up in reaction.
This is a continuation of the fic Against the Glass I have posted here before, but it features a much stronger element of dubious consent as well as sex and submission while under the influence so please consider that before going ahead!
Lucius was not watching Severus. He had managed to get to the bed and tip backwards, and he was laying there close to the edge with his heels on the bedframe, his knees bent up in the air. One arm was draped across his face.
“Are you hurt?” Severus asked, approaching him. He rested a hand on one of his knees. Lucius was so beautiful when you stopped to look at him like that, drawn out taut. His muscles had grown a bit sinewy in age, but they were still there, all defined, and his jaw was tensing in concentration on some unspoken feeling.
“No. I like it. But I can’t go back to Narcissa –“
“I’ll heal it before you go, don’t worry. But we have plenty of time still. The sun’s barely gone down.”
Severus stripped off his shirt, now damp with his sweat and Lucius’s, and changed it for a long dressing gown in a dark pattern, although he let it hang open. Then he went to stand between Lucius’s legs, lifting and massaging them while he observed his state of mind. He was breathing regularly, slowly, but didn’t seem to have returned to a typical headspace at all. Severus thought that if he offered the other man a pacifier in that moment he might take it and suck, and curl over on his side. Instead, he rummaged in his bedside table for a vial of swirling dark liquid.
“I want you to take this, Lucius,” he said, uncorking it and pressing it to Lucius’s lips without preamble. Lucius opened his mouth easily. “Now roll over on your front, crawl up to the pillows. That’s good.” Severus admired the stripes he had left on Lucius’s perfect, unblemished skin again, and then ran a finger down the row on one side, then the other. Lucius cried out but it was tempered somehow. Sweet. His hips raised up in reaction.
“Feel so fuzzy,” he muttered. “My feet…”
“You’re going to lose feeling in your feet, and everywhere else. It won’t last long – you’ll fall asleep in a minute, and then wake up as yourself. You can’t imagine how good you’ll feel. I’ll wake you when it’s time to go.”
Severus finally laid down behind Lucius on the bed, and rolled him slightly to his side. There were other ways to heal someone, much less ethically dubious ones, but he couldn’t resist the temptation to put Lucius however much farther down into subspace.
“My cock,” Lucius whimpered into his pillow. He reached his hand down, touched himself, and then yanked it back. Severus knew that was from the feeling of numb on numb, not any real pain. But yes, his cock had become hard very quickly again, and was pressing into the mattress at an odd angle. Severus freed it and then began to stroke him.
“So soft,” he whispered as he did. “So pretty. How does this feel?”
“Severus, please…” Lucius choked on a groan. “I don’t feel right. I feel it all over me.”
“Yes, it’ll do that. I’m going to let you cum into my hand, and then you’ll probably pass out.”
“No, just let me sleep, please. I’m not – I can’t do more.”
Severus had taken the potion before, although without a guide. It really was an old remedy for flesh wounds, one that made you dizzy for a moment before you relented to sleep, but had been mostly phased out for that use when better solutions with fewer side effects came along. But that was not before people had discovered its mind-bending sexual uses – the way it sent the user to a hazy place where the edges of their body blurred into the very air of the room. It was frightening to orgasm under its spell. Severus had pushed through it while sitting in his armchair, trying not to lose the feeling of the cushion under his legs as the approach to orgasm made him feel like he was on a falling broomstick. He remembered everything perfectly when he woke up, 10 hours later, drenched in the murky sunlight filtered by the lake water and covered in dried cum. There was no hangover, no medical reason not to take the drug occasionally. Just the memory of yourself slipping into a delirium of desperation, and the question of whether you could live with that.
All this was how Severus wanted Lucius. Clinging to him, hoping for the best. Trying not to fall off the edge of everything he understood.
“Do you remember your safe word?”
Lucius nodded. His mouth seemed to be stuck open by then, perhaps seeking something to fill it.
“Tell me.”
“Spinner.”
“Do you want to say it again?”
He shook his head, his entire body starting to writhe as Severus continued rhythmically fondling him. That was all it took. His light touch was going to feel like lightning on Lucius’s skin.
“I want you reduced to nothing,” Severus told him. “I want you to lay here limp and wrung out and confused, knowing I’m all you have.” Lucius’s cock jumped in his hand. “I know you like it, little one. I know you want to be out of control.”
“Severus…Severus, I can’t…”
“You will. You will cum into my hand. I’m telling you to.”
He hadn’t planned on fucking him again. He had doubted he would be able to. But Severus was hard enough to at least slip inside, and he knew the memory of that would be something Lucius would never forget. Lucius was still ready for him, plenty stretched and lubricated.
“Take your hand back and hold your asshole open, Lucius. Don’t cry about it. I know it feels strange.”
Lucius did as he was told, and then muttered a little stream of “oh, oh, oh” as Severus inched forward into him.
“Oh, Daddy,” he finally moaned, and Severus almost saw stars himself. That must have been drawn out of the very depths of his partner.
“See how you need to be filled? I should have something inside you all the time, really. I could have you so docile with a cock up your ass, one only I could take out.”
“Can I scream?” Lucius said in his smallest voice yet.
“Yes, Lucius.”
But he didn’t scream, not yet. He continued take those little mincing breaths, his eyes squeezing tighter and tighter shut as again, his mouth fell open.
“I do this for you, you know that, Lucius? All of this is for you, to take care of you. To put you in your place. No one else will do that for you, will they? No one else understands that you need to be taken in hand like this.” And that was all true. Severus did this because he saw the need in Lucius’s eyes, and because he loved him. He thrust forward again; Lucius’s voice raised in reply.
“Da– sir, please…”
“You can call me Daddy, Lucius. You already said it once.” He tightened his hand around Lucius’s cock, and began to pull up hard on the head. “Tell me what it feels like.”
“Too full. Swollen. The back of my neck…” Lucius shuddered hard and curled in on himself. “I can’t do it.”
“You’re about to. Can you feel my cock inside you? All the way inside?” Lucius nodded. A strangled sound left his throat. Severus latched his lips under Lucius’s ear and rolled slightly over him, almost forcing his cock down into the mattress again. His hips were beginning to snap – maybe he would cum again after all.
“I can’t see. I can’t – Daddy, please, I’m so…it’s too big. Why does it feel so –“
But then Severus gave the final, dizzying pull, and Lucius came all over his hand and the bedspread, finally truly shouting out in the intense tingling bliss that overcame him. He both felt and couldn’t feel, and he was vaguely aware that he was sinking very slowly away from the room and from the arms that were wrapped around him. Severus was saying things he couldn’t quite hear, things that sounded so loving and soft he wasn’t sure if they could be real. And he was still deep inside him, and Lucius wanted him to stay there forever. But as he thought that he could feel the pressure changing, and Severus’s breathing shift louder, and then he was empty and warm liquid was dripping all over his ass and back.
Severus rolled away slightly to admire it. Although he was not under the potion’s spell, he was somewhat shocked at himself and how much he had been able to cum again, choosing that time to mark Lucius with it over the red lines that were already beginning to fade as the potion did its work. He took the hand that was still gently fondling Lucius’s cock and ran it through his own cum, and then put his sticky fingers up to Lucius’s mouth, allowing him to suck for comfort as he fell asleep.
“So pretty like that,” he soothed. Lucius’s eyes flickered open once, wide and trusting as they searched for his lover. “All covered in your cum and mine. So desperate for it.”
The suckling was beginning to weaken, and Lucius’s muscles were going slack. Severus groped behind him on the nightstand for his wand and vanished the cum on Lucius's back, and then gently placed his hands there and rubbed, waiting for all the tension to go. It wasn't a minute before he became completely supple under his lover's hands, and Severus drew a blanket up over him. He wasn't tired himself, although he intended to lay there a moment longer, pretending he was really his.
Please go leave kudos and check out chapter 1 if you enjoyed this!
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THE BORGIAS costume appreciation: 37/∞
(costume design by Gabriella Pescucci)
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I'm working on a Be Careful of the Curse chapter about this scene and!!!!! It makes me soooooooo crazy how Severus and Narcissa are for real old friend like he is HAPPY
The malfoys love him like I know he lived with them at some point I know they always took care of him.
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Was anyone going to tell me I titled this post and the actual fic on ao3 two different things or was I just supposed to notice that myself a month later
against the window [Snucius, nsfw]
inspired by myself considering the dearth of sub!Lucius fics
"Stand against the window. Against it," he emphasized when Lucius only put his hands on the glass. Severus had walked him across the room to the wall of windows that displayed a shadowy scene very close to the floor of the lake. "Put your cock on the glass, Lucius."
In the bedroom there was very little talk. They had done this plenty of times, increasingly with Severus as the leader, especially after Lucius had escaped Azkaban to find that his life was little better than the jail cell he had left. As soon as the door was locked behind them Lucius had begun to strip without being asked, and Severus had simply watched, calculating a scene in his head.
"Stand against the window. Against it," he emphasized when Lucius only put his hands on the glass. Severus had walked him across the room to the wall of windows that displayed a shadowy scene very close to the floor of the lake. "Put your cock on the glass, Lucius." It was a little awkward to get close enough, but Lucius obeyed, spreading his arms wider and higher and turning his feet out slightly. It was very cold, and he had the feeling of being watched, even though the sun was going down above the waterline, and at this depth it was always dark to begin with.
"The merpeople usually stay away," Severus comforted him. He was standing close enough for Lucius to hear Severus unbuckle his belt, and then feel him slip it off and run it across his bare skin. "Then again, sometimes they don't."
Lucius felt a tightening run over his hands and feet, and knew he was bound in his position, and in that instant his cock began to harden. He had enough leeway to pull back slightly, but not enough to keep it off the glass as it grew.
"You can cum tonight, Lucius, but don't expect any help." Then the first lick of the belt came. It was very soft, barely a touch, but it already had Lucius sagging into his restraints. "And remind me what you're going to call me."
"Professor," Lucius replied through gritted teeth. Another lick, harder already, and then two more that made him cry out. But then there was the surprising touch of a hand on his skin. It wasn't meant to be soothing, though; Severus was pressing hard against the red marks he had left. He reached around and lifted Lucius's cock, already leaking and turning darker, placing it so that it was pointing up and his balls made contact with the glass.
"I'm sure you'll be rutting against that like a schoolboy in no time. Now take this, there's a good lad." He had opened Lucius's mouth by dragging his lower lip down with two fingers, and Lucius saw only a hint of something black and bulbous before it was inserted into his mouth. A plug in a complicated shape, he thought as he ran his tongue around it. Hooked slightly, perhaps.
"You don't have to be quiet, but don't drop that. I'm going to need it in a minute and I believe you'd prefer it if it hadn't been on the floor."
Lucius lisped out an acknowledgement around the toy and received a blow in return. "Yes, Professor," he murmured in repentance. Drool spilled down his chin, and Severus watched the muscles in one shoulder twitch as he instinctively tried to take down his hand to wipe it away.
"How many blows will it take, I wonder, to make you forget yourself. To make you beg."
I would beg now, Lucius thought, but he knew what Severus meant. He had taken him there before, to a place of complete submission where the words spilling out of his mouth hardly sounded like his own voice. He had been on his knees on dungeon tiles with his face pressed into Severus's trousers, crying in anticipation of being able to suck his cock. Bent over the end of the bed with a cock ring on and a dildo pumping in and out of him, denied and denied until he couldn't take it and came anyway, painfully. Blacking out and waking up in Severus's arms, spoken to like a foolish child. Look at how you hurt yourself when you don't listen, Severus would tell him.
Severus was walking about behind him, shedding his cloak and hanging it up in an armoire where he seemed to rummage for something. Lucius could see it, distorted, in the reflection. His trousers were tented, and he released the zipper and made a faint, maddening noise as he adjusted himself, although he revealed nothing.
"You don't need to count, Lucius," he said when he returned. He dropped the belt at Lucius's feet and held a cane up against his torso instead. "I'm going to give you ten stripes on each side, and then I'll want that plug."
The bite of the cane forced Lucius to close his eyes and bow his head as best he could, and he hated the way he sucked hard on the plug for comfort. He had thought he would count his way through but realized after he didn't know how long that he had only made it to three, one on one side and two on the other, and now he was lost somewhere in anticipation of a stroke that could be the last one or only the tenth. At one point his mouth flew open after a crack that felt like it might have broken skin (it hadn't, Severus was careful of that), and the plug slipped away and he barely caught it in his teeth. He had to turn his chin up and use the glass to push it back in, praying he wouldn't lose his grip. Behind him, Severus remained quiet, focused, lining up each stroke before it landed so that he created a perfect pattern all the way down to where Lucius's ass met his thigh. The glass was all steamed around Lucius's form, except where he was rubbing against it occasionally with his forehead, his pecs, his cock. Despite his cool demeanor, Severus was very aware of the paler man's cock, and the way after each stroke he was pushing it forward, seeking something smooth glass couldn't provide.
When Severus finished the punishment he took a moment to gently use the tip of the cane to lift Lucius's balls, and then to run back and glance against his asshole. His body tightened noticeably at that, and again he tried to speak around the intrusion in his mouth. Severus retrieved the belt from the floor and wrapped it around Lucius's neck, using it as leverage to yank his head backwards.
"What was that?"
It was a little easier to speak with his head tilted back; gravity kept the plug rolling around in his mouth. "Please, Professor. Can you…please touch me. Fuck me. Something."
Severus took the plug away as promised, but tightened the belt so it rested like a collar, not constricting Lucius's breathing. Much. He pressed himself hard against his back, rubbing the wool of his trousers into the raw marks he had just left. Lucius groaned and began to fuck forward in earnest, his head lolling back onto Severus's shoulder.
"You're going to cum all over that glass, aren't you?" Severus growled in his ear. "You're going to make a mess."
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Well I'd say that's about long enough for a tumblr post. Everything (and everyone) finishes up on AO3, though! I'd love to see you there
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the math of how many students attended hogwarts in the years of the books is really not mathing
#bc now I'm trying to write about a Voldemort wins AU and it's like...wouldn't there be about 6 kids who he would allow to learn#being generous and assuming there could be some 'good' (in his eyes) halfbloods
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“Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.”
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hello new followers :^)
I'm so glad some new people have decided to join me here after my snucius smut got a little traction. I have always wanted to use this blog as more of a sounding board but I also thought more people would follow me here from AO3 which didn't really happen, so I don't post much outside of fic links currently. Hopefully that'll start to change as we get to know one another! But overall don't forget to give my AO3 profile a browse for lots more Malfoy-centric fics including quite a few Lucius/OC and Lucius/Severus/OC smut fics. I'm kind of obsessed with putting Lucius in Situations and write a lot of dark domestic stories about Lucissa or Lucius/my OC (and Sev is always there too because their relationship platonic or otherwise makes me crazy)
I also always tag fics here my fics so definitely browse that if you don't want to leave tumblr!
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against the window [Snucius, nsfw]
inspired by myself considering the dearth of sub!Lucius fics
"Stand against the window. Against it," he emphasized when Lucius only put his hands on the glass. Severus had walked him across the room to the wall of windows that displayed a shadowy scene very close to the floor of the lake. "Put your cock on the glass, Lucius."
In the bedroom there was very little talk. They had done this plenty of times, increasingly with Severus as the leader, especially after Lucius had escaped Azkaban to find that his life was little better than the jail cell he had left. As soon as the door was locked behind them Lucius had begun to strip without being asked, and Severus had simply watched, calculating a scene in his head.
"Stand against the window. Against it," he emphasized when Lucius only put his hands on the glass. Severus had walked him across the room to the wall of windows that displayed a shadowy scene very close to the floor of the lake. "Put your cock on the glass, Lucius." It was a little awkward to get close enough, but Lucius obeyed, spreading his arms wider and higher and turning his feet out slightly. It was very cold, and he had the feeling of being watched, even though the sun was going down above the waterline, and at this depth it was always dark to begin with.
"The merpeople usually stay away," Severus comforted him. He was standing close enough for Lucius to hear Severus unbuckle his belt, and then feel him slip it off and run it across his bare skin. "Then again, sometimes they don't."
Lucius felt a tightening run over his hands and feet, and knew he was bound in his position, and in that instant his cock began to harden. He had enough leeway to pull back slightly, but not enough to keep it off the glass as it grew.
"You can cum tonight, Lucius, but don't expect any help." Then the first lick of the belt came. It was very soft, barely a touch, but it already had Lucius sagging into his restraints. "And remind me what you're going to call me."
"Professor," Lucius replied through gritted teeth. Another lick, harder already, and then two more that made him cry out. But then there was the surprising touch of a hand on his skin. It wasn't meant to be soothing, though; Severus was pressing hard against the red marks he had left. He reached around and lifted Lucius's cock, already leaking and turning darker, placing it so that it was pointing up and his balls made contact with the glass.
"I'm sure you'll be rutting against that like a schoolboy in no time. Now take this, there's a good lad." He had opened Lucius's mouth by dragging his lower lip down with two fingers, and Lucius saw only a hint of something black and bulbous before it was inserted into his mouth. A plug in a complicated shape, he thought as he ran his tongue around it. Hooked slightly, perhaps.
"You don't have to be quiet, but don't drop that. I'm going to need it in a minute and I believe you'd prefer it if it hadn't been on the floor."
Lucius lisped out an acknowledgement around the toy and received a blow in return. "Yes, Professor," he murmured in repentance. Drool spilled down his chin, and Severus watched the muscles in one shoulder twitch as he instinctively tried to take down his hand to wipe it away.
"How many blows will it take, I wonder, to make you forget yourself. To make you beg."
I would beg now, Lucius thought, but he knew what Severus meant. He had taken him there before, to a place of complete submission where the words spilling out of his mouth hardly sounded like his own voice. He had been on his knees on dungeon tiles with his face pressed into Severus's trousers, crying in anticipation of being able to suck his cock. Bent over the end of the bed with a cock ring on and a dildo pumping in and out of him, denied and denied until he couldn't take it and came anyway, painfully. Blacking out and waking up in Severus's arms, spoken to like a foolish child. Look at how you hurt yourself when you don't listen, Severus would tell him.
Severus was walking about behind him, shedding his cloak and hanging it up in an armoire where he seemed to rummage for something. Lucius could see it, distorted, in the reflection. His trousers were tented, and he released the zipper and made a faint, maddening noise as he adjusted himself, although he revealed nothing.
"You don't need to count, Lucius," he said when he returned. He dropped the belt at Lucius's feet and held a cane up against his torso instead. "I'm going to give you ten stripes on each side, and then I'll want that plug."
The bite of the cane forced Lucius to close his eyes and bow his head as best he could, and he hated the way he sucked hard on the plug for comfort. He had thought he would count his way through but realized after he didn't know how long that he had only made it to three, one on one side and two on the other, and now he was lost somewhere in anticipation of a stroke that could be the last one or only the tenth. At one point his mouth flew open after a crack that felt like it might have broken skin (it hadn't, Severus was careful of that), and the plug slipped away and he barely caught it in his teeth. He had to turn his chin up and use the glass to push it back in, praying he wouldn't lose his grip. Behind him, Severus remained quiet, focused, lining up each stroke before it landed so that he created a perfect pattern all the way down to where Lucius's ass met his thigh. The glass was all steamed around Lucius's form, except where he was rubbing against it occasionally with his forehead, his pecs, his cock. Despite his cool demeanor, Severus was very aware of the paler man's cock, and the way after each stroke he was pushing it forward, seeking something smooth glass couldn't provide.
When Severus finished the punishment he took a moment to gently use the tip of the cane to lift Lucius's balls, and then to run back and glance against his asshole. His body tightened noticeably at that, and again he tried to speak around the intrusion in his mouth. Severus retrieved the belt from the floor and wrapped it around Lucius's neck, using it as leverage to yank his head backwards.
"What was that?"
It was a little easier to speak with his head tilted back; gravity kept the plug rolling around in his mouth. "Please, Professor. Can you…please touch me. Fuck me. Something."
Severus took the plug away as promised, but tightened the belt so it rested like a collar, not constricting Lucius's breathing. Much. He pressed himself hard against his back, rubbing the wool of his trousers into the raw marks he had just left. Lucius groaned and began to fuck forward in earnest, his head lolling back onto Severus's shoulder.
"You're going to cum all over that glass, aren't you?" Severus growled in his ear. "You're going to make a mess."
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Well I'd say that's about long enough for a tumblr post. Everything (and everyone) finishes up on AO3, though! I'd love to see you there
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can I just say there are days where imagining Lucius as the wettest most pathetic little submissive in the world just fills my heart up with euphoria
#I rarely write it but like.#the idea of Lucius cumming without touch while he begs for it. do you ever think about that#lucius malfoy#snucius
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to publish a PWP chapter in the middle of an already somewhat slow section or not to publish pwp in the middle of a slow section. that is the question
#how did a chapter I thought was boring suddenly become almost 4000 words and it's nowhere near being done#I feel like I need to break it up
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Now WHAT am I supposed to take away from this
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Ohhh Be Careful of the Curse. Many of you know she lays neglected. That being said, I do intent to finish this story and I kind of stopped updating right up against the chapters I was most interested in, which are the goings on of the Malfoy family during the return of Voldemort in the maze and afterwards as Lucius is briefly powerful and then disgraced, and imprisoned. So don’t count on an update necessarily within a few days, but I did want to treat everyone to a little snippet out of my Chapter 35 file that has been dormant for...oh yikes. Almost two years. I swear I didn’t know it was that bad.
Narcissa wanted to burn the Manor down with everyone inside. This brutal building that she had promised Lucius to never leave, that she had spent her childhood dreaming of as a home – it meant nothing to her now as she saw her son imprisoned in its walls. Their husband and father had failed them; her son, her shy, talented son, was crying to her because he was afraid of something from which they could not protect him.
"I know, Draco," she managed to say. "It's not a nice thing. But you'll be like your father. Isn't that a good thought? He will be so pleased when you see him again."
"I don't care about…that," he replied. She heard him bite off the word "him". "I don't want to be in this position. I don't want to feel like you aren't safe because of me –"
"I am protecting you, Draco," Narcissa rushed to say. "Don't think of it like that. Of course I will always be the one to protect you."
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"I wish you would leave him," Draco said. He and his mother were eating a silent dinner together. He hadn't touched his food. Hadn't even taken his hands out of his lap.
"Oh Draco. You don't wish that."
"Try me. Don't you want to?"
And even though he had brought it up, he was somewhat surprised when her eyebrows knitted.
"We – you and I – couldn't do it. I couldn't do it, I know. He is half of me."
"You've considered it," he wondered, and she nodded.
"More than you'd think. Once I got halfway there. But he was patient. He loves me. You are his world, of course. Let's be strong for him. Did you write today?"
Draco's lips sealed tight again, and he wouldn't shift his eyes from where they were glued to his untouched fork; his mother sat on his right, just outside his periphery.
"You should write to him," she urged again, although her voice had lowered as she began to understand. Draco had not written to him. Not once, and he was ashamed for her to know it.
"Mother, I –" and he didn't know what else to say. His right hand was latched over his left forearm, applying pressure the only way that was safe now, through layers and layers of clothing.
Chapters: 34/?
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks/Ted Tonks, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange, Cygnus Black/Druella Rosier Black
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Druella Rosier Black, Cygnus Black, Abraxas Malfoy, Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Dobby, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson
Additional Tags: lucissa, Arranged Marriage, but like they're truly in love, tons of love including my love for them, Miscarriage, Fertility Issues, Marauders, Marauders Era (Harry Potter)
Summary:
-"I'm not afraid of pain, Lucius," she said, and she didn't even have to think. "I'm afraid of not being with you."-
An expansive, canon compliant look at Lucius and Narcissa's life together, starting from their time at Hogwarts. Light is shed on the many intricacies of their world and their families, including their relationship with Severus.
#my fics#be careful of the curse#harry potter#lucius malfoy#narcissa malfoy#draco malfoy#bellatrix lestrange#lucissa#severus snape#the order of the phoenix#the half blood prince#voldemort#tom riddle#marauders era
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