#and he thought about how lucius would find it pathetic

[astudyintheburningofhearts]

For unofficial Microfic May – the 4th of May, Pathetic.

154 Words.

Shivering in his coat, now sullied by blood and sweat, he limped further into the woods, turning back occasionally to ensure he wasn't being followed. One hand gripped his wand while the other clutched right under his ribs on his right side, trying and failing to stop the blood from dripping into the snow below.

Grunting, he leaned his weight against a nearby tree and fired an 'Episkey!' at his leg, groaning at the crack it elicited.

And then, shouting. The crunch of snow beneath combat boots.

Panicking, he apparated. Went to the only place he knew he could go, where he knew he'd be safe.

A flash of light, and he was stood on the dimly lit threshold 12 Grimmauld Place. He almost felt pathetic before the lightheadedness took over.

The door flew open before he could knock, and all he could muster before he collapsed was, "Didn't know where else to go."

[goayda]

What if… Izzy has a minor accident and falls overboard, in a s1 AU where Izzy joined Ed and Stede at the fancy party and there was no duel (see this previous post)

At that moment, Izzy is slowly warming up to Stede, but he would stab anybody who would suggest so (except Ed, who knows he is safe and keeps pointing it out to Izzy). Meanwhile, Stede is starting to grow fond of that angry man too, but he would blush (something that Lucius seems to find very amusing for some reason) and deny it if anybody suggested it.

So one day, after a strong wave hits the ship, a barrel that was supposed to be securely tied goes rolling to the other side of the deck (Izzy better not find out who was the fucker who did the knots) and hits Izzy in the back when he is by the railing and he ends up falling overboard.

And it’s not really very dangerous, it’s a nice, sunny day, even if there are quite a few waves, so the crew laughs about it because, honestly, it was quite funny, but Stede freaks out and jumps overboard to help him because he can’t believe nobody else has done it already.

And Izzy can swim perfectly well, thank you very much, it’s just that he hit the surface the wrong way and took a lungful of water while he was dazed and still trying to get his bearings. But now that he has managed to get his head above the surface and he is finally getting some air into his lungs, he sees Stede fucking Bonnet jumping not very graciously into the water to… save him?

And in an instant, because the stupid twat seems to be a good swimmer despite his lack of style, Izzy is being held by a surprisingly strong arm that helps him float.

“Don’t worry, Izzy, I got you!” Stede says in earnest as he swims slowly toward the Revenge, holding Izzy close to him.

And the whole thing has been fucking confusing, ok? That’s why when they are safely on deck and Stede starts berating his crew (They were all laughing and nobody thought about helping Izzy? He could have drowned!) with his arm still firmly around Izzy’s shoulder, Izzy… doesn’t move. He doesn’t push Stede away. He doesn’t curse those idiots that don’t know how to tie a knot. He just… stays there, dripping water while he stares wide-eyed at Stede, looking like a pathetic wet cat that has just had an epiphany.

(After the well-deserved scolding, Stede decides it’s time to take off their wet clothes and maybe have a bath and Izzy is still apparently in shock because he doesn’t say a word when Stede takes his hand and drags him toward his cabin.)

(Lucius does have something to say, though, and seems very eager to do it, but the rest of the crew shushes him. Let them be, they say, they will figure it out on their own. Eventually.)

[sixstepsaway]

right, so, here are my Thoughts about that whole thing now i've slept on it. probably won't be super coherent but here we go

i feel bad for stede. he got shoved, somehow, into the weird love interest role so many female characters find themselves in, where they are truly completed by a man and a romance not the things they've been striving for throughout the series so far. he's shown no sign of wanting to give up the pirate lifestyle he's just finally got back, and to accompany him giving that up with izzy's gorgeous "piracy is about family and somewhere to belong" speech from earlier just feels cruel. we joke about how episode 2 stede wouldn't care if lucius died but that changed, he got attached, his crew became his family. they were loyal to him and followed him even when they were just working at spanish jackie's for pennies. they respected him and loved him enough to let him talk them into letting ed back on board. this was, at least at this point in stede's arc, his happy ending. in fact, you can even argue he was happy without ed for a while at the start of this episode. his relationship with ed is important and it's icing on the cake, but it isn't something to complete him, or his only source of happiness -- nor should it be!!! and then for some reason ed shows back up, fishes up his leathers, kicks ass to save him, loses izzy and now they're leaving stede's ship and crew and found family to... run an inn made out of the world's shittiest fixer-upper? stede? stede twirly fancypants bonnett??? in that place? maybe at the end of a full run this might have felt like a good conclusion to his story, him realizing he wanted belonging, not necessarily to be a pirate, and maybe them bringing some of crew along to have their home somewhere safer and happier than the piracy they don't really enjoy but turn to because they have no other choice, but right now it just feels like... honestly like either he agreed to it to keep ed with him ("AITA for convincing my boyfriend to run an inn with me after leaving him two days ago because we were moving too fast? little backstory: this involved my boyfriend leaving everything in his life for me and no i did not apologize for running off to become a fisherman") or like, as i said up there, a matter of "actually all he needed was a BOYFRIEND all along" which... ngh. stede is more than his relationship.

idk why we bothered establishing that frenchie, jim and even archie were willing to put their lives on the line and lie to ed's murderous face to save izzy's life just for them to be stone-faced and have no feelings about his loss. like, okay, ed and he's stories are tied together and him dying in ed's arms makes more sense narratively than him dying in anyone else's, but also ed hadn't earned that and izzy deserved to die in the arms of someone who hadn't tried to kill him and shot him in the leg not to mention we went from fang's squishy hug and frenchie holding his hand to just... nothing? not a thing? roach, the ship's surgeon, did nothing to try and save him? it's just ed slapping his gunshot wound pathetically?

it strongly feels like they swapped izzy and ed's roles in his death scene sounds stupid but hear me out "you're my only family" would make so much more sense coming from izzy with ed dying in his arms. izzy's desperation to keep hold of ed, right down to accidentally pushing him down the kraken path at the end of season 1, being rooted in the feeling that ed is all he has in the world? ed responding that no, the crew love izzy. he's earned their love. he has a family outside of ed now, can't he see that? that makes so much more sense, considering izzy nearly died for them multiple times and spent the first few episodes trying to protect them and then being protected by them in kind he was their new unicorn!!! meanwhile ed said sorry to fang, izzy and lucius, and no one else has been shown to give any fucks about him since that whole thing, and like... rightly so? because he hadn't earned them back at all? and he fucked off on them too last episode lol dont forget he didnt JUST leave stede

we should have known better than to trust djenks when he broke jim and olu up for no reason ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk

nothing worth a damn happened this episode it was all running around and waving swords. idk how anyone got to where they were at the end. it was just poor writing.

the pacing has been off all season but they really shoved three episodes into one and hoped it'd work

i'm getting flashbacks to the timeless ~finale~ ugh

they spent so much time one ed's stupid fishing boat monologue instead of on ANYTHING ELSE

i ran out of thoughts

oh, here's another: the show walked a line between muppetry and things that were taken seriously lucius' finger, izzy's toes: serious ed getting bonked by a cannonball: emotionally serious, but not physically serious ed and stede both getting stabbed: not serious and what was treated as serious and what was treated as handwavy was dictated by what the storyline and the emotional needs were izzy getting shot to make it so they all had to run away yapping would have been hilarious, especially if he got back to the ship and went "nah eddie it's my left side, remember what i told you about the left? nothing important on the left" "your liver" <- roach, horrified but instead weird death scene because this was treated as physically serious, even though it...should not have been, really? and that is bothering me a lot too, because when lucius was thrown to his death, we looked at stede finding the crew on the island and went, "aha! lucius will be fine, because that's what the show logic is" and we were right, because the show had taught us that but that didn't extend to izzy for this and that's just weird

[asoulwithadream]

ANALysis and THEORIES- OFMD EDITION #1

Objective: PROMO GIFS

Time to analyse these bad boys, because I think I may have figured out what they are. They're lines from the show. Each individual little subtext to the official gifs are something which someone will say in the new season, and I'm determined to find out what, when, where and who (I determine that 3/4 would equal success).

I) "I've never seen Blackbeard like this."

This is the same shot from the trailer, possibly either before or after the infamous "Fuck you, Stede Bonnet." However, there may be a Clue in the second shot which may be able to somehow place this on a timeline (not by myself—this has drained my powers). I can't really tell, because of the low quality and high contrasting shadows, whether or not the side of the Stede topper has been smudged with Ed's make-up yet.

It was clear in the teaser when Ed played with the toppers that he'd caressed fake-Stede against his cheek as if he were some rather exquisite cashmere because of the smudges, but we couldn't tell during the teaser if this has already happened by this point because of the angle of the toy. But if anyone manages to get a better picture or spots something I missed that may contradict or strengthen this little thought, do let me know.

I'm pretty sure though that the person who says "I've never seen Blackbeard like this," is someone who has seen Blackbeard enough to know how he was. Someone that perhaps served by his side? So I think that the speaker in this context may be Izzy. There are two options of who he's saying this too: either Stede, once they team up, or to the crew of the Queen Anne's Revenge, this being the old Revenge crew (Frenchie, Jim, and we count Fang). Maybe even Lucius in the walls.

II) "I should have just told him how I feel."

I just want to take a moment just to appreciate the fact how much this gif resonated with me personally. This was the entire basis of all stages of grief I went through after the season finale, the bottomline of all my thoughts: "why couldn't he have just told him how he felt?". Brilliant delivery and shot planning from the designers of OFMD.

Anyways, let's get on with it. This gif is similar to the first one, in it having the potential of being also shot before or after the Vanity Fair picture with the crew (minus Swede) standing under the bridge(?) in the rain. I do think it's before the scene where Stede takes Blackbeard's poster and very confidently elaborates on Ed's goodness. He has his red cravat on, and is looking so pathetic in the rain looking at a wanted poster of his ex-boyfriend, that the scene is loveably laughable in it's entirety.

It's a bit obvious as to who is the speaker for this line: our very own Stede Bonnet. He's regretting on his actions back at the sailor academy, where he chose to keep quiet about his own opinions on Ed's willingness to leave to China, fast, because of his own deep-rooted issues with speaking up about what he thinks about serious, possibly life-chaning topics. Or maybe he's thinking of why he didn't tell anyone, especially not Ed, about the happiness he felt around him, how great he felt in his company, and how much love he felt for the man.

I can imagine this pretty early on in the season (as we know they reconcile or at least get a long decently early, from the leaked promo), and for some reason I have a picture of Stede laying slumped down on some form of furniture, ragdoll-style, whining about this to someone he knows: either Oluwande (probably the most probably option) or, hear me out, Spanish Jackie. I think she's going to become better friends with the Genital Pirate this season, and be a prevelant character to the narrative.

III) "Feel's like a storm's coming."

This happens during the rapid, quick scenes which we were just able to catch from the teaser. Where Jim is half submerged in water trying their best to reach for someone which I may think might be Ed, and Frenchie working the capstan for whatever purposes needed to hoist something heavy in a storm (don't look at me, I don't sail 18th-century ships). But look, Edward has his cravat on, the cravat given to him by Stede. Why he's kept this eludes me, since this should in theory be before their reconciliation, but we all know that Ed still loves Stede, and perhaps this is his way to hang onto him close to his heart while still matching his new aesthetic.

I would like to think that Ed is the one saying this. After all, he is an expert navigator and weatherman, proving his skills during his first appearances in the previous season. (However, I don't particularly trust his date-keeping skills. He messed up the first one, and then let his other date be held at gunpoint and scared into leaving. Tut tut tut) Another reason as to why I think this is because there is no pronoun indicating that he actively feels the storm, but more passed as a backhanded quip just thrown onto the crew and/or Izzy to alert them.

This could also be interpreted as a metaphor: symbolism for something, foreshadowing to the main plot or villain of the series, which will most likely result in some form of cliffhanger at the end, I tell you that.

I wonder if they're going to have another cloud scene though, talking about how they might show signs of storm. However, instead of shape I'd assume that they'd be commenting on a rather large-scale, dark rain-cloud, and connecting it to perhaps winds stronger than usual.

I also saw someone saying that it was possible that Edward, when he falls off the ship, looses the cravat amongst the waves, and that is why he doesn't have it to what I'd assume is after this scene.

IV) I love a good pirate's tale We can see from this scene that Stede is currently fighting on the beach in the same outfit which he had during the teaser, and if one looks closely you can see that he's excellently accessorised with a beautiful looped earring. However, what we've also learn is that the shot where Ed washes up on the beach is probably in the same scene as this, and by the look on Stede's face (probably augmented by the surrounding chaos) this may be the first time that he's seen Ed in a long time.

I think, as I've said before in previous posts, that Ed has been thrown off the ship in the storm mentioned above. He's been thrown off, and has happened to wash up on this same beach where Stede is fighting, which we know to be possible because of the automatic gaydar in OFMD. (What would be funny though is that he spotted Stede off the shore and decided to make his entrance super dramatic and kraken-like, but ends up just swallowing a shit ton of sea-water and gets his leather ruined, which is why he gets new clothes.)

Why he's fighting? I don't know. But I'm still sure that it's Ocracoke that they're on, because I'm convinced that it'll make an appearance this season—it has too, or else I will send in a formal complaint with our dearest Mr Jenkins.

Now, back to the main bit. The text. Who is it that says "I love a good pirate's tale?" I think that it's either said genuinely, but by someone like Stede, eager to hear about the adventures of experienced and famous seafaring pirates, OR flirtatiously, to insinuate something directed as a romantic quip to get Stede or someone else (a pirate) to talk more about himself. By who, I can't be sure, but I have a list of possible speakers:

Edward Teach

Spanish Jackie

Anne Bonny

Anne Bonny's campy friend

Lucius Spriggs

Stede Bonnet

If there's anything I've missed that you want me to add/change, which I find suitable, do tell.

I'm not sick at all. I'm a normal functioning member of society. I have a life.

[izzyeffinhands]

“try and get some sleep. i’ll stay right here- i won’t let anything happen to you, i swear.” (Frenchie, elyrianinspo. Sorry if this is too many sent! You definitely don’t have to answer it if you’re not feeling it. Hope you feel better ❤️‍🩹 I’m a slut for frenchie protecting Izzy during The Bad Times (kraken era))

“ I don’t want to sleep, Frenchie. “

Izzy was tired. He was so tired, so fucking drained and so very sore after everything he was going through. Never in his days had he truly thought he might hate Edward Teach, but as of right now.. well. Pathetically, Israel still straddled the border on love. What would it take for the first-mate to have enough? What would Ed have to do for this codependent bastard to stop trying to love him? Well.. he’d find out eventually. Soon, was more like it.

Why was it that this old sea dog was at his most beautiful when he wept? Izzy’s eyes were glossed but he hadn’t permitted a tear to fall. Fuck, he’d wanted to save Ed. That was HIS mate, then that blonde came along and ruined everything. .. but he couldn’t really hate Bonnet either. Izzy was just so numb in the depths of sadness he wasn’t sure he’d crawl out from. So many feelings swirled in his mind. Izzy loved Ed, even now as he threw knives at him, as he cursed, as he mutilated him over and over. .. how many toes has he lost now? He isn’t even sure in this moment, he’s so fucking tired.

All of this abuse truly proved his worth as first-mate and quartermaster. This crew, minus Ivan and Fang, the bilge dogs that had thrown him off The Revenge? He was protecting. It was his duty, or what he told himself was his duty. Izzy had found out about Lucius sometime ago. Maybe this was his penance for not being able to save that boy. Maybe he was protecting the rest, despite things they’d done to him, in order to make up for it and every wicked thing that …

“ If I sleep the nightmares ‘ll come. “ That was when his voice choked, letting his head fall to the side so he could cast his eyes up at him as he sat in his bunk. He hadn’t even turned his head, he’d simply let it fall. He didn’t even know how he had the energy to keep going, but he was. He sniffed. “ And I can’t tell anymore if I’m asleep in the nightmare or if I’m awake.. it’s all just the same now.. “

Izzy often burned his flesh in a candle prior to The Kraken. He wasn’t beyond self harm and he was a bit of a masochist anyhow. But now the pirate took effort to lift his palm and raise it over the solitary pillar candle on the table at the bedside. He didn’t even flinch as his hand moved within the flame. Izzy had burned himself so much he had callouses, but this was his palm, and he had it cutting through the middle of the dancing light.

Eyes were on Frenchie as flesh sizzled and finally those welled tears began to drip down his cheeks. “ .. am I even alive? “

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

It was almost pathetic, how easy it was to train Draco by rewarding him with minor acts of affection or approval. The blame for that, of course, lay entirely with his callous, repressed parents -- Lucius who would never say that he was proud no matter what he accomplished, Narcissa whose love was fierce but its expression fiercely conditional, both wielded as weapons to browbeat him into an enthusiastically dutiful child so starved for their attention he would become a Death Eater at barely sixteen because he thought it was what they would want.

All Snape had to do to break him over the course of a single summer was actually give him the barest taste of the affection his parents withheld.

He hadn't even actually meant to do it, at first. Voldemort had sent Draco with him after Dumbledore's death the same way he had sent Wormtail the previous summer, but unlike with with Wormtail it wasn't about monitoring him; it was about the Malfoys. Draco's disappointing performance over the course of the last school term had barely bought him his life, and Voldemort wanted to demonstrate just how very much disdain he was to be regarded with; he was every bit as cowardly as Wormtail, but he wouldn't even kill, so there was no use for him except as leverage against his parents.

And, of course, the punishment for Narcissa, for daring to try to subvert his orders. The message was clear, without ever having to be spoken aloud: You trusted Severus with your son last year, did you not? Then you should have no problem entrusting him to him now.

He had intended only to teach him some humility -- he had some fondness for Draco, having known him since he was an infant, but he didn't dare actually show him any real kindness or mercy; he had a role to play, even inside his own home, because Draco was not nearly Occlumens enough to be trusted with any break in the façade. Anything Draco saw, it must be assumed Voldemort would as well.

And Malfoy entitlement did grate. He sensed that Draco assumed this would be another one of the privileges his name and status had afforded him his whole life, probably without even realising that was what it was; he thought he would be shuttled off somewhere safe and out of the way while other people got their hands dirty. Two months of demeaning chores and living rough would do good for his character.

Draco resisted at first, because he had pride. He was accustomed to living without his parents' attention and he didn't want to accept a demeaning compliment for properly washing dishes.

But after a couple weeks, Draco was reaching the breaking point and started fighting back, and Snape laid out in perfectly brutal terms exactly how expendable he was, what he had to look forward to, and why he was there. When he came back a couple hours later to find him crying, Draco accepted a hand on his shoulder, and he no longer had the spirit to fight, it seemed.

By the end of the summer, he would actually debase himself for praise or pets. Taking his seat around the Malfoy dining room table for the last meeting with Voldemort and the rest of his policy makers before the start of the school term, he tapped the arm of his chair, and Draco sat obediently on the floor beside him, eyes down, perfectly aware of what he was doing and embarrassed, but no longer too proud to do it. He ran his fingers through Draco's hair and impassively met Lucius' seething stare. Draco leaned into his touch. Really, Draco was probably better off with him, anyway.

😘

[itsclydebitches]

Angsty fic idea that I might write myself someday, but is also totally free if someone wants to snag it.

(WARNING for mentions of self-harm.)

I’ve read a bunch of “Izzy the Spewer” fics where Izzy gets sick for whatever reason—rough seas, migraines, the terrifying ordeal of being known—and Stede swoops in with some good old-fashioned TLC that makes Izzy’s angry little brain short-circuit. Fantastically done, keep it up. HOWEVER, I have yet to come across a fic that really plays with the thought I have every time I read that scenario. Namely: “Izzy is learning to correlate kindness with illness, right?”

Right?

Izzy hails from Black Sails land where kindness is in short supply and desiring it—or worse, needing it—is basically a social death sentence. Or a literal one. So, after Stede offers some of that rare, quality grade H/C, Izzy is primed to explain half of that with, “Bonnet is a fucking bonkers man who doesn’t know how to pirate properly” and the other half with, “When someone as crazy as Bonnet does comfort you it’s only because you’re pathetic enough to warrant it. He’d never just do that on the regular, because who the hell would? The only time you get kindness is when you find a magical unicorn man who doesn’t know better and the only time he’d give it, especially to someone like me, is when you’re basically at death’s door.”

Izzy comes to the simple but highly problematic conclusion that Being Gravely Ill = Receiving Comfort He Can’t Get Anywhere Else.

Soooo… why not just be sick more often ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Which is far from ideal, obviously, but not for reasons Izzy is equipped to understand yet. The only thing he’s grappling with is the indignity of being sick in the first place, but significantly that ship has already sailed. Fang already told the whole crew about his nickname, Lucius made it a staple insult, and they all watched him losing his lunch over the side while Stede kept him from going overboard. There’s no coming back from that. But asking for more of that attention? He’s gonna—what? Just fucking walk up to Stede and request that he rub his back, or stroke his hair, or—heaven forbid—hug him? Absolutely-fucking-not. Izzy would rather die. Even if he DID make an attempt the words would literally not come out of his mouth. Being sick is the lesser of the two evils and since he’s already a weak, pathetic, needy excuse for a First Mate, might as well do whatever is necessary to deal with those failings.

Izzy might have the emotional intelligence of a rock, but he’s a damn good planner and can keep things subtle when it matters. At first no one notices that he only gives into the urge to heave when Stede is on deck and can see him do it. Everyone knows that Izzy eats dinner alone, long after the others have finished, but not that he’s restricting himself to the portions that have started going bad, resulting in many late-night bouts of suffering. He stops the breathing exercises he developed years ago to keep his nausea under control, stops self-medicating whenever a storm is on the horizon, even starts putting himself in situations that he knows will make his stomach churn, all with the intent of crafting a situation where, oh no, his stubborn Captain is insisting he’s taken care of? Well, who’s he to disobey an order?

And it works! Until it doesn’t, of course. Because I’m a fan of the crew continuing to develop their found family, they’ve been approaching the “Spewer” business as a kind of heavy-handed teasing. They know it’s not nice, but Izzy is such an asshole, and besides, they kinda thought it was a past thing? Not something he’s still struggling with and certainly not to this extent—like teasing your brother for falling down the stairs that one time except, huh, he’s falling down the stairs weekly now. That’s not funny anymore.

Their concern merges with Ed’s because really, he’s been sailing with Izzy for most of his life and it’s never been this bad. If anything, he should be doing better on The Revenge where there’s always fresh food and blue skies appear with an almost supernatural frequency. Stede too has started to grow suspicious, especially after that one time where Izzy didn’t really seem sick anymore, but kept claiming he was (because the idiot was so close—SO CLOSE—to just asking for comfort without this whole charade, but of course he didn’t).

It all comes to a head when Stede and Ed confront Izzy about it… which goes about as well as you would expect. Izzy goes into the meeting terrified that Ed noticed him playing this game with his boyfriend and is probably going to anchor him for it. Ed thinks it’s great that Stede and Izzy are bonding—the fact that he’s finally acknowledging his own crush on Izzy doesn’t help, given how overprotective he’s feeling— but otherwise he’s just confused? Especially since he’s such a tactile person and threw himself headfirst into touching Stede the second he realized that was allowed. Stede has the best handle on what’s really going on, but doesn’t know how acknowledge all that without making things worse. So he just, uh, makes things worse? Realizing that Izzy has the self-preservation instincts of a teaspoon, they try to go the “Making yourself sick means you’re not in a position to act as a functional First Mate” route because Izzy is all about being useful right? Except great, now he’s feeling guilty about how sick he can get, guilty about using that to get something he thinks he shouldn’t have, AND guilty about how that’s making him a liability. He and Ed get into a huge fight about it. Stede dithers. Punches are probably thrown.

They think things have cooled down a few days later, except then Izzy gets legitimately sick—no fuckery involved—and Ed just… doesn’t believe him? He’s suspicious now, understandably. Not because he thinks Izzy is always lying about when he’s ill, or always sets out to make it worse, and he certainly doesn’t have a problem with him getting comfort from Stede—or him!—for any reason, but he’s terrified that Izzy is still hurting himself and that shit needs to stop. But being accused of that when he’s actually ill is the fucking tipping point and Izzy… crumbles. Just fucking looses it. No more filters, or barriers, or excuses. The man’s a sobbing, exhausted mess and this is it, they’ll both be disgusted by him now.

They’re not, of course. This time Ed and Stede comfort Izzy together and, more importantly, insist that he stays with them even after he’s calmed down/is feeling better. Lots of talking it out where they insist that yes, he can have this. No, he doesn’t need to be ill enough to “deserve” it. Izzy, there’s two of us and we’re both overflowing with affection 24/7, we guarantee it’s not an imposition to ask for things. But he can’t. He just literally can’t. There’s no version of Izzy (yet) that can ask for comfort when he needs it, or simply take it with the understanding that it’s always freely offered. So they devise some strategies to help Izzy ask without feeling like he’s asking; simple actions that will cue them into his mood without anyone else being wiser. The most successful is having a designated spot in the Captains’ cabin that is his and his alone. For a long time, Izzy will only accept their attentions in complete privacy anyway, so sitting on this particular part of the couch always means… well, the whole point is that Izzy doesn’t have to say what it means. He’ll get there, but right now he just has to sit down—that’s it, just sit, even he can fucking sit—and his Captains understand precisely what he needs.

And with their relationship and Izzy’s coping skills developing, everyone lives happily ever after ^_^

(Bonus cathartic comedy moment: Someone unknowingly sits in Izzy’s spot and he reacts precisely like a pissed-off cat would. Glaring from across the room, coiled tight as a spring, hand ominously on the pommel of his sword. This means nothing to me, don’t fucking think otherwise, but you WILL move and you will move NOW.)

[starsval]

"I'm still mad at you"

Lily Evans x f!Reader

Summary: Lily heals your hand after you punch someone who insulted her.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: kissing, swearing, punching

A/N: Lily deserves more fanfics, i love her.

You were going to ignore him, you just focused on your friends waiting for you at the end of the hall and ignored Lucius' comments. Except when he mentioned Lily, you don’t know if he insulted her or what, but the thought of her name in his mouth just made you sick.

So you did what you had to do, making a sign to your friends so they’d know you had to do something. And then you turned back to the wall Lucius was leaning on, surrounded by his friends. You didn’t even know what your plan was, you just had to do something. Luckily, Lucius helped you when he opened his mouth.

“What? You don’t have that pathetic mudblood friend to help you? I think it was Lily or something like that, wasn’t it?” They all laughed, so did you, before punching him right in the nose. Bellatrix quickly stepped in front of Lucius, who was groaning while holding his nose. You saw how all your friends were walking to get you before you did anything else.

“What? Isn’t it pathetic that some pathetic girl just punched you?” Then you walked away, meeting your friends halfway.

“Oh my fucking god Y/n, that was the best thing anyone has ever done” Marlene told you. 

“Did you just punch Lucius Malfoy?” Sirius asked, excited, while Remus looked at your knuckles, he was trying to look disappointed but you saw him trying to hide a smile.

“Yes, could you please not tell Lily? She would kill me” You asked them, already in the Gryffindor common room.

“What did he tell you?” James asked after everyone told you that they wouldn’t tell her even when that was the best thing you’ve ever done.

“Just the same as always” You didn’t want to say the same as him, and honestly, you were embarrassed that you punched him just when he talked about Lily.

“Then why did you decide to punch him? You’re usually the calmest one” Mary narrowed her eyes at you, she suspected about your crush on Lily.

"Someone had to" Then Lily enters and everyone starts talking about some party they were planning. She sits next to you and you don't see it, but she notices your red knuckles. 

"Come with me" Lily gets up and grabs your wrist to lead you to her room. Once you're there, you sit on her bed, knowing that she's mad as she looks for something in her drawers. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" She sits next to you. 

"I was hoping"

"That was reckless, do you think they won't do anything about it? Maybe he's too embarrassed to tell the professors but they'll do something. And why? Because some comments that they always make. I can't believe it Y/n" You don't say anything, instead you quietly watch her healing your hand. "You're not going to say anything?"

"I don't want you to get mad" She sighs. 

"Why did you do it?" You doubt before answering, she's smart, if you tell her it was because of her, she'll probably find out why you care so much about her. 

"He insulted you" You avoid her gaze. 

"You punched the son of one of the richest pureblood families just because of me" You still don't look at her. 

"Yeah" 

“You are telling me, that you punched him, in front of his friends, who could’ve punched you too, just because of me”

“Are you going to make me say it again?” You ask her, embarrassed enough.

Then you have no choice but look at her eyes when she puts her hands on both of your cheeks. 

"I'm so in love with you" She mutters before kissing you. You quickly put your hands on her waist and follow the kiss, trying to remember everything in case you're dreaming. Her hands go to the back of your head to play with your hair, and you can’t help but pull her closer to you. 

You kiss her until you’re out of breath and then you pull apart and look at her freckles, at her red lips, red face and green eyes. 

"I'm in love with you too"

“I’m still mad at you” She frowns “It was literally insane, and just because of me, I can’t believe it”

“I didn’t like the thought of your name in his mouth, it felt so wrong. Because you’re so” You think about it before going on “sweet and smart and brave, and he’s so, I don’t know, him. I didn’t like it” You smile at her “And you can be mad all you want, as long as you’re still in love with me” You kiss her again, this time it’s a shorter kiss, a softer one.

“That’s not gonna work, I’m still mad, you fucking punched him, now they’ll try to hex you or something” She roll her eyes, even though it’s true, and if you weren’t thinking about the kiss you’d be worrying about that.

“It was worth it, I got to kiss you, twice” You smile even more, to which she sighs.

“I don’t normally have to worry about you, why today?” You look away, smiling awkwardly.

“Well, I was already mad…”

“Because of what” She looks already disappointed.

“Not mad, more like jealous, but just a bit, and I mean, it’s not like he didn’t deserve it so”

“What happened Y/n” She raises an eyebrow.

“You know that girl who’s been flirting with you all year? She asked me if you had a girlfriend or you were seeing someone, and it’s not like I could tell her that you were, because you aren't, even though I wanted to because I’m so in love with you it’s not normal. So I just told her that you're available, which is true because we’re not dating, I mean, we just kissed right now but that doesn’t have to mean anything if you want” You take a deep breath. “I’m rambling”

She sighs and smiles “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” She asks.

“Really?” She nods. “Yes, I’d love to be your girlfriend” She grabs your face and kisses you again. “And I meant it, you’re sweet, and smart, and perfect” You give her one kiss with each compliment. To which she kisses you again.

 ᰔᩚෆ❧ღდლ❦ও❥ଓ

Later, when you walk down the stairs, your friends are still there. You both sit on a couch and notice all of them looking at you.

“So?” Mary asks.

“What?” Lily asks her.

“Are you mad or not?” She points at you with her head.

“Yes, and we’re also dating” She casually says, making everyone look at you.

“What?” James asks, smiling, apparently, he knew about Lily’s crush on you.

“I knew it!” Marlene shouts, high-fiving Mary.

“How come when Y/n does something irresponsible she gets a girlfriend and when I do it you get mad at me?” Sirius asks Remus.

“She’s still mad at her” Remus reminds Sirius.

[lilylovessev]

fallen angel || bella x snape

“What on earth are you doing here?” Narcissa hissed disapprovingly, barely holding the door open to her. “After what happened last time...”

“Am I not allowed to pay my little sister a visit? Why was I not invited to this little soiree?” Bellatrix remarked as if offended, a smile playing about her lips. She wasn’t going to address the last time that she’d been there, nor did she care. Honestly, she couldn’t care less what her sister thought about her or her antics. She reached out, firmly pushing the blonde aside. “You don’t forget about me, Narcissa.” She walked inside, looking around, seeing the usual suspects. She smirked, before moving to pick up a glass of champagne. She could sense that her sister did not want her there, but she wasn’t going to oblige her and leave. She was definitely going to make the most of her hospitality. 

She downed the glass, before turning and making a beeline for the man of the house.

“Did you find out what’s happening then?”

“Why are you involving yourself quite so heavily in everything?” Lucius responded through gritted teeth as he looked her up and down, “You’re not particularly discrete. He does not want you involved on this particular occasion.”

She smiled slowly, tilting her head, barely holding back the sheer aggression that her smile wasn’t particularly covering up. “There isn’t a single interesting thing about you, Malfoy. You’re as flat as her chest.” She gestured toward an unknown woman stood nearby. Slowly, she walked a circle around her brother-in-law, “You will not question my involvement in anything. Do you understand? Or I will start verbalising my suspicions about just how... strong you are.” She smirked, poking his arm, which made him jump; unsurprisingly. She cackled, before backing off, “You are very, very lucky that my sister adores you quite so much as she does."

As much as she was now a Lestrange. She’d always be a Black. 

Her husband was a pathetic excuse of a man, chosen by her parents, but... somewhat agreeable given his status and rank within their society. He wanted exactly what she wanted out of life, and that was just about all that they saw eye to eye on. She hadn’t needed nor particularly wanted a husband, it had been an evil necessity. An expectation that she was happy to oblige, but one that had caused her a great deal of grief. It was miserable. The sex was downright abysmal. He was boring. She was bored. 

It was safe to say that the only time that she wasn’t bored was when she was getting a thrill out of causing some sort of trouble. It was all that she had ever known, all that she had ever been particularly good at. She thrived on strife. She was disgustingly sick, and proud of it. 

“This is frightfully dull, isn’t it?”

She announced, not to anyone in particular, but she was certainly making her point heard. She knew that she was riling her sister up on her territory, but it was awfully amusing. It was rather entertaining to make a scene at this stifling, completely pointless parties. It was all about the status, who could look the best. It was all talk and no fucking walk. She walked the walk and talked the talk. She was far more respected than any of the supposed followers in attendance. She wasn’t in this merely to turn her nose up at a mudblood and pass by. She was in this to cause havoc. She was in this to destroy. Why not have a little fun in the process? She glanced around the room, trying to find her next victim. Her gaze locked in on someone and she couldn’t help but leer.

“Snape.”

She looked him up and down, “Look at what the cat dragged in. Pitiful.” He had yet to prove himself of being worthy of any of their attention. She knew exactly why Malfoy had preyed upon him, he was skilled with a wand and with books. He had what a lot of their peers unfortunately lacked. She was struggling to see the attraction otherwise. He looked as if a light gust of wind would take him out. 

[laceratedlamiaceae]

Something I want to point out about Izzy being so incompetent is that every time he fucks up, it has something to do with Stede. I think it's pretty safe to assume that he was at least decent as a pirate before meeting Stede, seeing as he's alive and Blackbeard's first mate, and that it's only during the show that he starts to fail so spectacularly. This got long, so I'll go over his most embarrassing moments under the cut.

When he gets ambushed by Stede in episode 2, it's because he assumed Stede was incompetent for running his ship aground ("pirates, my ass"). He wasn't even completely wrong about that, but it did cause him to underestimate Stede and lose a hostage.

When he can't bully Lucius into doing grunt work, it's because Stede has cultivated an environment where his usual tactics (only yelling and blackmail, as far as we know, but I'd imagine he also perpetuated more of the 'culture of abuse' Stede mentioned in episode one) don't work. (I see a lot of takes about how he just gets stressed about wanting the crew to do work, and like... he only ever targets Lucius, whose only job is to write stuff down. He was bullying Lucius because felt the need to assert his dominance over someone he saw as weak.)

When he loses the duel, it's because Stede outsmarted him. Izzy couldn't imagine Stede's creativity and originality (something he repeatedly mocks) being anything other than pathetic and shameful, so he fell for Stede's fuckery (I can't find it now, but I read a post laying out how Stede probably had a plan the entire time and didn't just win on dumb luck).

When he fails to get Ed away from Stede (both when Calico Jack fails at leading Ed away from the British and when Ed takes the act of grace) it's because he can't understand what Ed feels for Stede. Ed loves Stede enough to give up everything for him, and Izzy just doesn't get it; he can't conceive of that kind of selfless love.

(I don't really count Izzy getting his toe cut off as a failure for him; he wanted Blackbeard back and that's what he got.)

So I don't think Izzy is fundamentally incapable of doing anything right (although that is fun to joke about); I think he's so attached to his rigid conception of piracy and masculinity that he can't conceive of anything outside of it having any value. Presumably, that all worked for him before Stede, and maybe it was even necessary--I'd imagine that acting like Stede under any other pirate captain would turn out pretty terribly, and I can totally understand having to become a heartless asshole just to survive.

I think/hope he'll learn to move past that in the future and see that, in a place not entrenched in piratical/masculine norms (the Revenge/wherever Stede is), he can allow himself to be soft, kind, thoughtful, and everything else he hates in others and, unless I'm just projecting, himself.

[sunnylands-world]

𝐁𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 - 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐒𝐢𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟏𝟖 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝟒𝟎

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔

Bending over Dusting the coffee table in the library at the manor. your little maid outfit showing your black lace. it was summer and you were cleaning the Malfoys place. your parents were rich pure bloods but said and you quote "hard work and responsibility gets you wonders" so true to that they got you a job or your father got it. His best friend Mr Malfoy was very fond of you because you were like him, you didn't like people, looks to kill and hated anyone who wasn't to your standards or your belief deserved your glance.

so here you were cleaning humming and showing your ass and center in your black lace that was rather see through. Lucius came in for his afternoon read finding you in that position. ass poked out in clear view. He was married but he often looked you over despite your age. He would say that it didn't matter if you were eighteen. if you gave consent to him should he try anything and he thought about it often. he wanted to spank you for bending over in front of him or fuck you dumb for not doing things to his liking. elegant and sexy he thought as he looked at you.

He came tapping you and you jumped pushing your ass to him from how close he was. his eyebrow raised questioning if you did it on purpose. "yes sir" you said, turning. his cock would twitch at the sound of your voice calling him sir. he straightened "ms.y/n I'd like to talk to you or rather state something I feel you and I both know" he said power in his voice. you looked up puzzled and swallowed.

you were intimidated, he was tall and had so much power "I don't know what you're saying sir do I not meet your expectations" you asked eyelashes batting. you wanted to summit to his power, be under his control and strived to please him. "Do you do this on purpose walking around my home in a short maid outfit? ass out for me to see" he asked. you stood in shock "n-no sir I would never".

he saw through the lies you were indeed doing this for him, crushing on him since you were sixteen and your dad had him over. "don't lie ms.y/l/n I know I'm rather good at seeing into your thoughts" he said smirking. you forgot about that but tried to pretend you didn't know what he was referring to. his large hand cupped your ass and he groaned your ass fit perfectly like it was made for him to grab. you gasped.

he squeezed your ass grabbed his wand from his cane locking the door and putting on a silencing charm curtain you would be making a lot of noise and then put his cane to the side and grabbed your other cheek pulling your small body from the ground sitting you on a table that was high up. he spread your legs looking at your wet panties mentally enjoying the look but glanced at you in disgust.

"pathetic wet for me from my hand on your ass" he said pulling the underwear from your wet center he got on his knees and you took pride in seeing him on his knees to taste your wet pussy. But he was no gentleman he didn't ask, he didn't wait to make sure you were ready. He buried his face in your pussy, eating it like his favorite meal.

He licked straight up then sucked your lips then his tongue circled your clit, your head fell back and your toes curled. "si-sir I'm-" he cut you off pulling away. "no slut I'm gonna cum and you're gonna make me and then clean the mess like a good little whore" he stated and stood removing himself from his pants and picked you up again and pushed you to your knees.

Your eyes widened from his size and you looked up to him and he seemed so much more intimidating on your knees. "sir can I touch it" you asked. he nodded and you wrapped your small hand around his thick shaft he groaned. your hand moved up and down and your pussy throbbed you felt desperate to put his big cock in your mouth and suck him dry but wanted to tease him so you ran your tongue up his slit that leaked pre-cum and bit your lip savoring the taste then put him in your mouth hollowed your cheeks and ran your tongue around him with your eyes shut. "your a good little cock sucker

I think I like it better than your cleaning" Lucius said with his voice deep and his breath heavy. you took pride in pleasing him and moved faster moaning at his taste. He gripped your hair in a makeshift ponytail pulling you off looking at your big eyes that glossed and pushed you back taking control. his ego left him as he hit the back of your throat and he groaned rather loudly keeping himself in your throat then fucking it raw till he felt pleased. he pulled out your mouth and you tried to catch your breath but he pulled you from the floor like a rag doll.

"I have a thing for whores who clean my house and drop to their knees and serve me as a toy" he brushed your hair out of your face. "but I have a bigger thing from girls who scream in desperation for my cock now beg for me" he said placing you on your knees and hands and you would gladly beg for him "sir please fuck me with your thick cock"

You wiggled still in your little skirt. He only watched you unpleased. "sir please I want you inside me stretching my walls like a good little slut" he leaned forward grabbing throat. "oh but have you been good?" he asked, smacking your ass and you yelped. "well have you little whore" he asked, raging. "no sir" you answered.

"But I'll fuck you" you he said you gleamed excited. "but you can't cum till I give you my word and if you do I'll make you cry for weeks"

he said. you liked a challenge so you nodded without hesitation. He slammed into you without warning going in hard and pulling out slowly so hit your g-spot hard making you squirm and cry out. "ah so you aren't as slutty and bold as you and I thought you're a tight little whore" he said repeating that motion of hard and slow and you felt his slow pull against your walls and tightened. "sir I can'-" you said but he pushed forward harder. "no you will you ask for a Malfoy's cock and I'll fuck you to tears little girl" you whimpered. "sir please I'm gonna cum I'll behave please" you begged feeling the knot in your belly. "If you cum I'm not stopping. you're pleasing me whore and I'm gonna use you my little toy, take my cock and milk it dry you filthy slut" he said. ramming into your g-spot you fell to the couch your eyes heavy and Cumming on him and the leather green couch. He grabbed you by your neck pulling you up to his chest but dropped you back to the couch ripping your top and you gasped. "Sir, my clothes," you yelled, moaning.

He responds by grabbing you again pulling you back one of his hands cupping your breasts playing with your sensitive nipple. "I'll buy you more whore, I'll buy you whatever you want if you make me cum in your tight little pussy how's that sound slut" you nodded. trying to make your weak body match his thrusts tightening around him like a vice. He groaned and filled you full and you felt the ropes of cum shoot into you and you cried out shaking from over stimulation feeling yourself let go and a liquid leaving you dripping down your thighs.

"aww you dirty little slut squirting and making a mess on my things good girl" he praised you and kissed your sweaty forehead. You nodded laying there breathing heavily. He went and grabbed his wand, cleaned you and him and sent the house elf to get you clothes. He picked you up under your arms and sat you in his lap rubbing your head and kissing your forehead pleased. soon the elf brought your clothes to Lucius. he dressed you lying you on his chest and fell into a deep sleep.

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[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE LOYALIST get what she deserves?” She is in THE DEATH EATERS & CLOSED to finding out.“

name → bellatrix black pronouns → she/her identification → cis-female year of birth → september 1950 - september 1951 face claim → crystal reed blood status → pure-blood sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → socialite amongst high society in wizarding london future information → wife of rodolphus lestrange

— she is best described as ;

A DEADLY WEAPON, SHARP as a KNIFE’S EDGE & as COOL as the STEEL. She is as VIOLENT as TSUNAMI but appears CONTROLLED like CALM WATERS. She is POISED for DANGER, ready for ATTACK, prepared to SHED her SKIN to MORPH into something NEW to add another CARD to her evergrowing HAND. 

— her story starts with ;

tw: death

A tenacious young woman, Bellatrix possesses the ferocity of her father of CYGNUS BLACK [father] and the charm and bone structure of her mother DRUELLA BLACK [mother]. Raised with strict beliefs regarding blood purity, Bellatrix grew up believing her family were the elite in the wizarding world and strived to make them proud. Whilst NARCISSA BLACK [sibling] longed to find a handsome pure-blood prince like Druella and ANDROMEDA BLACK [sibling] wanted to be just like Cygnus and lock away the bad guys, she was different. The idea that a muggle-born could sit as the Minister of Magic was shocking to her, although a career in the Ministry sounded appealing, the idea of working alongside blood traitors made her blood curdle. Bellatrix enjoyed the attention that embracing their family rhetoric brought her, including from her very busy father. Cygnus was often at work, meaning gaining his ear was difficult. At dinner, Bellatrix would proudly announce what she had learned and her thoughts and ideas about the world, much to her mother’s embarrassment. Druella longed to have three well behaved daughters to make respectable marriages. 

Her father encouraged them all to have their own minds beyond that, although even Bellatrix could tell that sometimes her overly aggressive need to give her opinion made even her father grimace, secretly scared she might blurt something out at a work party. Although she believed it with all her heart she was careful to choose private moments to make her opinions known, knowing to some they weren’t popular. Once at Hogwarts, Bellatrix tried to find those who would mirror her thoughts, though her tact as a young child was far from perfect. She established herself as the strongest character in her school, packing a punch with her wand and ensuring that mudblood and muggle-borns knew not to darken in her presence. CASTOR WILKES, [best friend], NATALIA SIMINOVA [close friend], RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE [friend] and ARISTAEUS GREENGRASS [friend] became her closest friends. Good pure-blood Slytherins who shared her thoughts and feelings. Other people like DOLORES UMBRIDGE [rival], were desperate to join the fun, but Bellatrix hadn’t decided how she felt about half-bloods, though she did know her feelings on the pathetic, so Dolores became an occasional target for good old fashioned schoolyard bullying, despite her thoughts on purity. 

Bellatrix really came into her own, however, in her later years of Hogwarts, when she had younger pupils to follow her around and aid in her schemes. Her cousin EVAN ROSIER [cousin] joining really changed the game at Hogwarts, as did LUCIUS MALFOY [friend], DECIUS FLINT [friend] and ALFHILD ROWLE [close friend]. It was all school games until her final year, when her entire outlook changed. At her parents’ Yule Eve party she was sent to collect a bottle of her father’s best firewhiskey from his study, where she was approached by an older wizard she had not met before. He asked about her life at home, her friends at school and replied that she was destined for more than the schoolgirl antics. Later that evening her father would tell her she had a very special task, to return to school and seek out those like her, who could be persuaded to be more open in the right settings to speak on their way of thinking. Bellatrix knew that Evan, Castor and Alfhild were certainly just like her, as was Lucius; though she needed more time to be certain. She began telling a small circle about THE DARK LORD [leader/object of affection] and his rhetoric, which they were all too eager to learn more about. 

About to leave school, she knew the key to success was to get into the minds of those younger. THORFINN ROWLE [friend] was quickly recruited and later RABASTAN LESTRANGE [close friend]. Only the very best could be entrusted at this stage, the numbers would come with trust. After leaving school, Bellatrix noticed her father began to intrust her with more responsibility, allowing her to know his personal thoughts and feelings, knowing now she could be discreet. With his blessing they decided it was best for Bellatrix not be brought out into society just yet. Her reputation as a bully at school had meant people had begun to look at her, which wasn’t helpful given their aims. Instead she stayed at home, studying families and identifying persons of interest, then passing owls to those still at school to carry out their aims. The Dark Lord visited often and then after a while, he began requesting Bellatrix come to him. Living in his residence where she could be at his beck and call, just where she liked it. The Dark Lord trusted her to build her own team to surround him. Evan became her right hand, with Rabastan becoming more and more valuable to her the older he became. 

When the murders began happening of course she and her team were behind them, though no one would know. She’d been ‘travelling’, learning and growing. Bully Bellatrix was in the past, replaced by a polite yet stern society girl, though she still publicly ignored her blood traitor cousin SIRIUS BLACK [cousin/adversary]. The aim was to work in plain sight and recruit as many as possible. Some people didn’t listen to reason and measures had to be taken. Recruiting her younger cousin REGULUS BLACK [cousin] helped in this area as he worked for Wizengamot with Andromeda and Rodolphus, which meant burying evidence was easier. Recruitment was going well, which meant it was time to enact phase two of his plan, creating chaos within the Ministry. The plan was triggered early when her usually trustworthy protege Rabastan murdered the Minister’s son BOOKER BAGNOLD [person of interest] in cold blood on Halloween, but in hindsight it had been a blessing in disguise. The plan was clear. Make people believe there was a series of creature attacks, let the Ministry turn on them, recruit the people turning on the Ministry, recruit the creatures who feel put out. 

SILAS CRUMP [victim] was a tragedy. Sent to Azkaban for Booker’s murder, when he could have simply joined the cause and leant his expertise and leadership to them, though they were fortunate enough to have come away with his daughter CORIN HALE [person of interest] to aid in recruitment. Bellatrix found that although she was able to carry out The Dark Lord’s plans, other people were constantly making stupid choices that impeded his mission. AMELIA BONES [victim] had to die because she’d come to suspect the truth about Booker. Summer Solstice 1983, she watched with poisoned smirk as a voice echoed that The Order's HQ had fallen and a prophecy they so needed was in hand. Fighting ensured, MARLENE MCKINNON [person of interest] crucioed ROSALINE DAVIS [person of interest] under the imperious and Bellatrix made off with the leg of ALASTOR MOODY [adversary]. Chaos was ensuing, but more was to come. Almost three years on from Amelia’s death, the Ministry needed to seem more unstable than ever. With her trusted follower CRISTIANO PARKINSON [close friend/potential love interest] handling The Dark Lord’s mission for locating special artefacts, Bellatrix can focus on the more important things. Starting 1986 off with a bang. 

— she is a LEVEL 9 WITCH & readied for war ;

[imaginejamesandsirius]

dark!sirius. james is kidnapped. sirius intends to find him at any cost.

((Note: Warnings for blood and explicit torture))

To the unassuming outsider, Sirius Black, with his charming looks, mischievous eyes and kind smile, had escaped the infamous curse that is the Black Madness, the insanity that stemmed from generations of inbreeding and abuse.  

But James Potter knew better.

James had witnessed Sirius hex Lily Evans bald in second year because he once heard James call her hair beautiful.

James had realized that it was Sirius who came up with the cruellest, most vicious pranks against Slytherins and made the rest of the Marauders believe it was them who thought of the idea in the first place.  

James had seen the way Sirius skinned his knuckles raw as he kept on throwing punches at an unconscious Corban Yaxley until his face became a disfigured blob of blood and bone –who, as Sirius put it, disrespected Marlene McKinnon– all the while laughing uncontrollably.  

And, James had witnessed the way Sirius cried ugly tears to Remus, falling down on his knees, begging to be forgiven after sending Snape down the Whomping Willow. His face was so raw in piercing emotion, James had wanted to collect the boy in his arms and console him, just to leave the infirmary a minute later and watch the sadness disappear from his face like a mask being lowered, as a giggling Sirius fixed his hair, wiped the tears away from his cheeks and returned to his devil-may-care attitude.

(James would one day ask him how he didn’t feel any remorse.

“I heard Snivellus talking to a bunch of Slytherins about how weak and poorly and pathetic Remus was. He needed to be taught a lesson. No one gets away with saying something like that to anyone I love.” Sirius would shrug and turn back to his essay like it was regular chit chat.)

Sixteen years in the vulgar hands of Walburga Black had left Sirius with more demons than he showed, it increasingly terrified James and it wasn’t until he had crashed to the front porch of the Potter Manor one night, exhausted, bruised and battered, that James got the sour taste of losing him.

He never wanted to feel that again.

So, he did what he did best, what came to him the easiest.  

He loved Sirius.

Not despite his demons, but with them.

In return, Sirius loved him back. And, oh, what a blessing it was to be loved by him, to be the focus of his unwavering attention, to have his everlasting devotion.

And that’s how he knew Sirius would come for him, that he wouldn’t die in a place he didn’t recognise, arms and legs bound to a creaking, old, wooden chair, with various Death Eaters, he was unfortunate enough to recognize, torturing him.

Because Sirius Black loved him.

James, summoning the last bit of strength his aching body had left, raised his head, spit the blood pooled in his mouth to the ground, forced his swollen shut eyes open and gave Bellatrix LeStrange the most charming grin he could muster.  

“Is this the best you can do?”  

He fell unconscious.  

**********

On August 5th, 1983, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore defeated Voldemort after the initial discovery of the Horcruxes, curtesy of Regulus Black. A select team of Aurors were assigned to the task of finding and destroying them. The team consisted of Alastor Moody, Frank and Alice Longbottom, Sirius Black and James Potter. The last Horcrux, Tom Riddle’s Diary, was destroyed by James, through a secret mission known by only three people: James Potter, Albus Dumbledore and Sirius Black. That bit of information was not shared with anyone else until the battle had already been won as the sensitive nature of the mission required total secrecy. The Horcrux was in Lucius Malfoy’s possession and James had sneaked into the Malfoy Manor to destroy it.

Within the next month, a vast majority of Death Eaters had been caught and sentenced to life in Azkaban.

The vast majority being the key phrase as the lack of evidence in their case combined with the prestige of their name made it impossible to form a solid case against the Malfoys, Igor Karkaroff had provided valuable information in exchange for his freedom, Regulus Black had been pardoned for his contribution for winning the war and Bellatrix LeStrange had vanished into thin air as with several others.

All those facts had brought them to the present, September 23rd, 1983, the day which James Potter had been kidnapped after several Aurors were sent to investigate the anonymous tip of a group of low-ranking Death Eaters frequenting a Wizarding District around Stratford.

The claims proved to be partially false as upon their arrival, the Aurors were severely outnumbered by a large group of Death Eaters, low and high ranking alike, including the Carrows, Bellatrix LeStrange and Antonin Dolohov.

Two Aurors were killed upon the initial contact and James was kidnapped.

As Sirius sat with James’ wand in hand, recovered by another Auror on the scene, he thought about the last conversation they had in that very room, in their house.

“I don’t like this, James.”

“Your cousin won’t be loitering in Stratford of all places, Sirius.”

“You don’t find it suspicious that we received a tip, anonymous and important enough to look into but not so much that we need a bigger team?” Sirius scoffed.

James’ stubborn expression softened as Sirius felt distaste being replaced with concern in his own eyes.

“I am not so keen, either, Padfoot. But we’re going as a five-person team, between us we can take at least a dozen Death Eaters and there is no way we will encounter more, we won, Pads. The war is over.”

“Why can’t I come with you, again?” Sirius wrapped his arms around James’ waist and pulled him close to rest their foreheads together.

“Because we’re the best at what we do and they don’t pair us together unless it’s absolutely necessary.” James snickered pressing a deep kiss to Sirius’ soft lips.

“You’ll come back to me?”

“I always do, love.”

“Sirius?” A familiar voice called from the living room.

“Moony?”

Remus entered and crossed the large room in three long strides with panic written across his face as he pulled Sirius into a tight hug.  

“Dumbledore told me the news. I came here as fast as I could, Pete is with Moody in the Order Headquarters at the Ministry, trying to find out what they know.”

Of course, the news had already reached Dumbledore even though it had barely been three hours since the ambush.

After Voldemort’s defeat, Remus had been amongst the appraised for their bravery in the war and Dumbledore had jumped into the opportunity to offer him the role of Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts. Many had objected due to his lycanthropy but the support of the Order along with many high ranking Aurors and Dumbledore himself had made it possible. Remus had deserved good things coming his way and a teaching position at Hogwarts was not only a great beginning to overcome prejudices, it was also Remus’ lifelong dream. Sirius believed the academic staff could do without the addition of Severus Snape as the Potions Master, he still had doubts over his status as a double agent working for their side, but his efforts in trying to talk Dumbledore out of the idea had fallen on deaf ears.

As he pulled back to look at Remus’ face, scarred, scared and anxious, an idea shaped in Sirius’ mind.

“I’ll find him, Moony. I’ll bring him back to us.” Sirius patted the other man’s arms.

“Sirius, you have this look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The look you got before you accidentally set fire on the Slytherin table and got six students severely injured.” He explained.

“That wasn’t me, I didn’t even get detention for it.”

“Not because you didn’t do it, Padfoot, because they couldn’t catch you.”

“You have nothing to worry about, Rem.” Sirius reassured him, keeping his face as straight as possible. “Your office is connected to the Floo Network, right?”

“Why do you ask?” Remus furrowed his brows. They had been friends long enough for him to know Sirius was not in a state to be trusted.  

But they had also been friends long enough for Sirius to know just how to make them.  

“I need to talk to Dumbledore...” His voice insincere just enough to make Remus understand that was not a full sentence.  

“And?” Remus pressed.  

“...and I need you to find me a book from the Restricted Section in the library.” Sirius made a show of giving up after pondering for a moment.

“What do you need?”

“The Dark Magic Behind Tracking by Devon Duarte.”

“Sirius...” Remus sighed.

“As a last resort, Moony. If nothing goes right, I’ll use it as inspiration, nothing more.” Sirius quickly explained.

Remus squinted and scrunched his face in a manner Sirius had seen a million times, the look he always had when asked to do something he needed a moment of contemplation before caving in.

“Fine.” He resigned and made his way to the fireplace with Sirius following.

They each grabbed a handful of the Floo powder and within mere moments, arrived to their destination.

Sirius took in the sight that was Remus’ office. The windows allowed a nice amount of late afternoon light that illuminated the room beautifully. Walls and tiles of the room, much like the remainder of Hogwarts, were made of stone. To their left was the entrance of the room, with its arched, wooden door. Shelves on every wall were lined with books of various topics, ranging from Defence Against the Dark Arts class material to fictional novels by Muggle authors. A calendar with silver circles marking the full moon was hanging from a nail in an empty spot on the wall. Right behind a low coffee table, was a large, walnut office table with a few open books, empty and half written pieces of parchment, pots of ink and quills in a disarrayed order lying on the clean surface and a leather, comfortable looking armchair behind it. The office screamed of Remus Lupin in every way.

Their days in Hogwarts felt lifetimes away.  

Stepping out of the fireplace, Sirius faced Remus, standing two steps away and fidgeting with the hem of his wool jumper.  

“I will find Dumbledore, you find the book.” He instructed before turning on his heels and opening the door.

“You’re sure you don’t want me to come with you?” Remus called after him.  

“There are some things, I must do alone, Moony.”  

Making sure he wasn’t being followed, Sirius changed his direction and headed towards the dungeons. Passing through the shifting stairs and dimly lit corridors with quick steps, he found the door of the office that used to belong to Professor Slughorn but now was resided by a new Potions Master.  

He kicked the door open and met the dark and confused eyes of Severus Snape. Before the man in long, black robes was even given a chance to react, Sirius raised his wand.

“Expelliarmus!”

He closed the door.

**********

James slowly blinked his eyes open to the dark room. He felt the traces of magic that disturbed his unconscious stage across his chest. His eyes threatened to close again but the pain running across his limbs kept him awake. The heinous laugh he heard across the room made him raise his head slightly to meet the eyes of Bellatrix LeStrange.

“Good morning, Jamie!” She chirped, though from her mouth, it sounded more ghoulish than cheerful.

“Would be a better one if you let me go.”

“Tsk, can’t do that now, can we? I have a few friends who want to meet the man who brought our Lord’s doom.” She gestured to the door, her movements more uncontrolled than he had ever seen on her.

“You’re going to regret this, Bellatrix. Sirius will make sure of that.”

“Oh, my little cousin! I wonder where he is now. It does look like he’s taking his sweet time finding you!” A devilish grin appeared across her face, adding to the unhinged glint in her eyes.

“You are pathetic and I will personally watch it as the Dementors give you a sweet kiss!” James shouted with as much volume as he could manage spitting blood, and though it erased the slightly inhumane grin off her face it also added to the look of crazy her eyes carried.  

Bellatrix LeStrange did not like being talked back.

“Crucio!”

**********

��Salazar’s sake, Black! I told you, I told Dumbledore, I told the whole damn Order, I don’t know who the spy is!” Snape screamed in pain from the floor as another one of Sirius’ punches landed on his bloodied nose with a loud crunch.

With his heavy motorcycle boots, Sirius kicked him in the gut making the man grunt again. He dropped to his knees and grabbed a fist of Snape’s chin-length hair, twisting his neck in a painful angle, just

slightly more to the left and it would be broken. Sirius examined the damage he had done: broken nose, swollen eye, split lip and eyebrow, a nasty cut to the cheek and at the very least, three fractured ribs with a heavy chance of internal bleeding.

“Well, Severus,” he spat out the name like a slur and yanked at the fistful of hair, standing on his feet and dragging Snape across the floor, crashing his face forcefully to the wall, “you’re going to have to give me something to work with or we’re going to be here all day.”

“I can’t tell you what I don’t know!” Snape choked out. “You’re crazy! You’re actually fucking crazy.”

“Yes! Good-fucking-morning! I have been trying to tell you that and you never fucking listened. And let me tell you if I don’t find James, alive, safe and sound, I’m going to go a whole lot crazier!” Sirius kicked him in the stomach once again for good measure and pulled out his wand, pointing the tip to the man’s temple. “Name.”

“I don’t know!” Snape coughed. “We were never told his name; he was always just the Rat!”

Now wasn’t that fucking dandy.

Sirius dropped to one knee and balanced himself with his arm leaned against it as his wand pushed Snape’s chin up.  

“The Rat?”

“He was ratting you out. That’s why The Dark Lord named him that.”

A different idea shaped in Sirius’ mind.  

“Now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” He grabbed a fistful of Snape’s hair, smashing his head to the ground, knocking him out, and got back up on his feet, fixing his hair and brushing away imaginary dust from his jacket for a moment before leaving the room.

When he pushed open the door to Remus’ office, he found his friend pacing up and down the room, trying to release some of his pent-up restlessness. As Sirius closed the door behind himself, he heard Remus sigh with deep relief a moment before he caught sight of his bloodied knuckles and inhaled a sharp breath. Slowly exhaling, Remus’ eyes found Sirius’ as he searched for an explanation or an excuse. He found none.

“You didn’t talk to Dumbledore, did you?” He asked slowly.

“I don’t even know why you thought I would.” Sirius answered as he stepped into the chimney with a handful of Floo powder.  

“Do you even need the book?”

“Hold on to it, Moony. Just in case.”

“Si-”

“Please, Rem.”

Remus sighed in resignation.

“Department of Magical Law Enforcement!” Sirius yelled without giving Remus a moment to reconsider, disappearing in a cloud of green flames.  

**********

During the war, the Order Headquarters’ location was kept safe and secret with the Fidelius Charm and regularly changed even though most meetings were organised privately and one-on-one. Ever since the end of the war, it had been transferred to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic Headquarters. Sirius found the decision purely political in nature. No actual, useful information was shared with the officials and most of the Order members still bore no trust for the Ministry.

Sirius stepped away from the chimney and took three steps towards the long, dimly lit corridor with offices of various divisions on both sides before he heard the distinct sound of the Floo from the chimney.

“Remus?”

“Are you fucking stupid?” Remus asked as he swatted Sirius on the side of his head.

“Ow! What in Merlin’s name?”

“James is my friend, you git. You think I’m going let you barge in here and take a man hostage on your own?”

“Remus,” Sirius breathed out, shaking his head, “you don’t want to do this.”

“Don’t tell me what I want or not, Sirius.” Remus snapped.

Sirius directed his piercing gaze at him, half expecting Remus give up, half knowing his friend wouldn’t.  

Remus stared back.

“Fine.” Sirius spat. “But if you want to come along, you’re going to have to trust me fully. Fully, Moony. If I point my wand at your dear mother...”

“Then my mother is the traitor.” Remus nodded with a hard, determined look on his face.

Sirius searched for a hint of hesitation in his friend’s voice and face but found none. With Remus by his side, he crossed the corridor in long strides before coming to a stop in front of an old, wooden door, whispering an Alohomora to the lock and revealing a cramped room with three walls lined with shelves carrying a variety of bottles of potions.

“Accio Veritaserum.”

A bottle, slightly smaller than his palm and filled to the brim with the green liquid, flew into Sirius’ hand. Gripping the bottle firmly, Sirius turned around and left the room with Remus following close behind.

“So, are you going to tell me who we are looking for?” Remus caught up to him and asked.  

“If I tell you, you’ll tell me I’m being unreasonable, if I wait until the last minute, you’ll have to help me.”

Remus sighed but prodded no more as they kept walking until they reached a door at the far end of the corridor. The office they used for official affairs the Order had with the Ministry.

“I’m asking one last time,” Sirius turned to Remus with one hand gripping the door handle firmly, “do you trust me to do the right thing?”

“Of course, I don’t.” Remus raised his brows, as if the answer was supposed to be obvious. “But I do trust you to find the spy. And at this moment, I’m willing to do what it takes.”

Sirius nodded once and opened the door.

The large room was fuller than Sirius had ever seen it to be. Various order members were standing around a circle table with maps, files of what appeared to be various Death Eaters and banned books on Dark Arts and tracking only the highest Ministry officials and the Order had access to scattered around. To their right, was an investigation board with known and free Death Eaters’ faces, their known meeting spots and the charms they might have used to keep their location hidden pinned to it.

“Black!” A familiar voice barked from the table.

“Moody.” Sirius saluted.

“You were ordered to keep away from the investigation.” Moody limped towards him. “You’re too close to the subject, you won’t be objective.”

Sirius barely heard those words and wandered his gaze through the closed space, looking for that one person he was going to make sure regret all is life decisions so far.

Bingo.

Peter Pettigrew was standing next to Marlene McKinnon, clutching his wand. His rat-like face barely turned towards Sirius and his eyes on the floor.

Sirius jumped towards him in a blink, pushing Moody out of the way and holding the short man by his bristled hair and throwing a solid punch. Sirius could feel himself shaking as raw anger shot through him, feeling the rage flooding his veins, he raised his hand to hit the man once again. He faintly heard the staggered screams around the room before his arm was gripped tightly, pulling him away from Peter. He turned abruptly to the person pulling him back and saw Moody reach for his wand.

“Expelliarmus!” Remus shouted, disarming Moody and loosening his grip on Sirius’ arm before pointing his wand to the various witches and wizards around the room, all reaching for their wands. “Sirius, you better start your explaining now!”

Sirius uncorked the Veritaserum vial, took hold of Peter’s face and forcefully opened his mouth, pouring the drink down the man’s throat while he tried to wriggle out of his death grip. After the vial was emptied, Sirius threw it to the floor, shattering and sending pieces of glass flying everywhere. He used his now free hand to pinch the terrified wizard’s nose and close his mouth, forcing him to swallow the potion out of breathlessness. Usually, a tenth of what Peter just ingested was enough for a man his size, twice that was torture, thrice that was hallucinations.  

Ten times the recommended amount was unheard of.

Sirius threw Peter to the floor and stepped on his knee, causing a sickening crunch as the bone snapped and the leg it was attached to fell flat on the floor, unable to move. Slowly registering the screams from both the man under his foot on the floor and the people around the room, he fell on one knee.

Peter was babbling nonsense words and sounds and his face was twitching uncontrollably. His body was stuck between man and rat, switching to his Animagus form and then back to human at breakneck speed, unable to keep a stable form.

“What the fuck are you doing, Black?” Moody screeched.

Ignoring him, Sirius pulled an empty chair and lifted Peter to be sat on top of it. Remus and himself were severely outnumbered by the remaining Order members, Sirius, as he drew his wand from its holster and pointed it to the rat’s eye, internally thanked his luck that everybody was too stunned to make a move.

“How long have you been spying on the Order?” He pressed the wand further into the eye socket as the room fell silent aside from Peter’s unintelligible cries.

“I won’t ask again, Pete. How long?”  

“3 years.” Peter screamed in between his drooling.

Sirius looked at Moody, who had an undecipherable expression written on his face, and winked, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“And did you plan or knew of the plan to kidnap James today.”

“I- I- I can’t...” Peter stuttered.

Sirius pouted and pressed his wand forward, going through the eye in a nauseating squish, making Peter shriek so loud, his vocal cords might have snapped.

“Don’t make me ask a second time, Wormtail. Did you or did you not?”

“Yes! I did!”

“And where did they take him?”

“I don’t know!”

Sirius angled his wand, still inside the eye.

“They said home!” Peter thrashed. “Bellatrix said home! That’s all I know; I swear on Merlin!”

Sirius pulled his wand out of Peter’s eye, casting a silent Scourgify to cleanse his wand off of bodily tissues as Peter doubled down on himself, holding his bleeding, nearly ruptured from its socket, eye.

“I know where he is.”

**********

The first thing Sirius sensed as he materialised after the apparition, was the familiar smell. The musty, putrid and acrid smell of the unkempt Number 12, Grimmauld Place. The dust in the air or on the furniture was a new detail but Grimmauld Place really neither ever smelled like home nor did it feel like it. Dark magic surrounded the perimeter and it was frankly a surprise Sirius was able to apparate straight into the house, through the protective spells surrounding it. It’s a trap, every cell in his body screamed.

Grimmauld Place had been abandoned since the residents Walburga and Orion Black had passed away. During the war, it was kept under surveillance to assure it would remain empty but with the war over, restrictions lifted and measures eased, Grimmauld Place too had been taken out of the surveillance list. With the hope that he would never have to return, Sirius had left it to rot, not giving it second thought until Peter mentioned home. Grimmauld Place was never that for him but it was undoubtedly a home for Bellatrix.  

Swiftly turning his head side to side, Sirius took in the sight of the entrance and sensed no movement on the first floor. Closing his eyes and tipping his head back, Sirius tried to pry past the primary smells in the house. Some moments, Sirius was more dog than man and he’d recognise James’ smell anywhere –it was flowing from the third floor and the metallic odour of blood filled his lungs and ached his heart.

Sirius drew his wand, took a deep breath and stepped on the stairs.

The eerie squeaks of the unstable steps made it rather difficult for Sirius to hide his presence. Not that he had much hope in the first place. If not the stairs, they must have heard of the pop of his apparition and if not that, then the breached security measures must have notified them about the presence of an intruder.  

No, the element of surprise wasn’t on his side. A better man might have brought support or thought of a strategy before diving headfirst. Sirius, though, never claimed to be a better man. Every new person in the house or every other minute spent on a battle plan meant increased chances of James not making it out alive. And that was a scenario Sirius refused to be prepared for.

With his wand held out, Sirius reached the second floor. Balancing himself on his right foot and holding his breath, he listened intently for any commotion. His heightened senses, curtesy of a dog animagus, could pick up faint, barely-there noises much better than a regular human. Out of pure instinct, he launched himself across the corridor, barely dodging a green burst of light. Waving his wand to the direction of the light, he shot a hex without seeing the person it was aimed at and rolled on the floor to hide behind a wooden hall stand. The loud thud of a body hitting the floor prompted him to extend his neck out slightly and steal a glance. At the far end of the corridor, a masked Death Eater lied still.

One down. Merlin knows how many left.

Flinging his head back and hitting the concrete wall, Sirius took a deep breath, both trying to calm his nerves and trying to sniff out any nearby intruders. Before he was given a mere second to categorize the various smells of the Grimmauld Place, the sound of two heavy sets of footsteps came to Sirius’ ears from a room at the opposite end. He was hidden from sight from the far end of the corridor but that made his little hiding spot by the hall stand wholly visible from the direction of the footsteps. And by the sound of it, he had mere seconds to react. On the spur of the moment, Sirius jumped to his feet, grabbed a glass vase seated atop the hall stand a second before the other Death Eater came into the view.

“Catch!” He called out and threw the vase to the Death Eaters. As the cloaked and masked figures raised their wands to block what they highly assumed to be an attack, Sirius used the momentary distraction to raise his own wand and cast, “Stupefy!”

Sending one of the intruders flying and hitting the other, Sirius cast an incarcerous and effectively immobilised them both before knocking them unconscious with sequential hexes. Leaning against the wall to secure his back, Sirius listened carefully, finding no other movement on the floor.

On a better day, Sirius would have immediately grabbed the Death Eaters, ripped the cloaks and masks off their cowardly, traitorous faces and sent a patronus to a fellow order member. But, considering the facts that he had made it through the last few hours without completely going mad, uncovered the spy in the Order and found James, Moody could stand waiting fifteen more minutes.

With his nerves on fire, heart pounding out his chest and wand gripped so firmly his knuckles had turned white, Sirius stepped on the stairs for the third floor.

Bellatrix would be waiting for him. ********** “Do you hear the footsteps, Jimmy? Someone’s here to see you.” Bellatrix chattered with a singsong tone to her voice.

James wanted to snap back or scream or warn who he indubitably knew to be Sirius walking up the stairs as Bellatrix took two steps back into the shadows, effectively hiding from the perimeter visible from the door, but a makeshift gag of a tie was wrapped around his mouth for his tormentors’ joy and a silencio cast on him the moment Bellatrix felt something wrong.

The footsteps neared and James’ breath quickened, as he thrashed on the chair he was seated, through the sharp pain all over his body and he prayed to Merlin and every god he knew that Sirius wouldn’t throw caution to the wind when he saw James so obviously hurt. It’s been known to happen and result in Sirius occupying the bed next to James at St. Mungo’s on multiple occasions.

The door flied open and showed Sirius; wand raised and gripped with white knuckles in his front, hair a mess, jaw clenched and shoulders tight as his eyes roamed the room. The moment their eyes met, James shook his head, trying to get words across the silencing spell. But he was still a moment too late.

Sirius threw himself across the room in his conquest to get to James and failed to notice Bellatrix leave her post from behind the door.

“Won’t you say hi, cousin?” She screeched.

The quick, green burst of light that left her wand grazed Sirius’ side and collapsed him on his knees, holding the long slash wound with his wandless hand. Sirius rolled on the floor with a pained grunt and the second and third curses Bellatrix shot hit the now empty spot. With a quick flick of his wrist Sirius sent a hex her way, throwing her off rhythm and getting back up on his feet.

Sirius had always been the best duellist James knew. He was a sight to behold in the way he was made of magic and talent seeped out from under his skin. Watching Sirius duel had always been more like watching stage arts instead of a fight. There was a grace to his movements and elegance to his limbs. He could read people like a book and predict any opponent’s movements three steps ahead beating them without barely breaking a sweat.

What made this particular fight different than the others wasn’t a change in Sirius’ talents. It also wasn’t that he was trying to make his cousin aim away from James. It wasn’t even the injury he endured. If Sirius was crazy then Bellatrix was fucking unhinged and that made her unpredictable, made her dangerous. Combined with her magical dexterity and the tough condition Sirius was in, the duel was a challenge, a continuous stream of attacking and deflecting and moving about the room with quick feet.

Deflecting another spell from an increasingly exhausted Sirius, Bellatrix sent another curse and hit him on the shoulder, loosening the grip on his wand. James held his breath as Sirius’ movements slowed down visibly.

“Getting tired little cousin?” Bellatrix taunted.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” Sirius gritted his teeth.

“Your little blood-traitor boyfriend and I were having so much fun earlier. Cruciatus makes him scream so prettily. Isn’t that right, Jamie?”

“Take his name out of your mouth, Bella.”

Bellatrix burst into a guttural laughter but kept her pace of curse after curse.

With a sudden shift, Sirius moved quickly on his feet, switching sides with Bellatrix and turning his back to the door and side to James. With the arm not holding the wand Sirius pointed the palm of his shaky hand towards James. For a confusing moment, James tried to read into the meaning of the move before feeling something snap in him as his voice returned and the bindings around his wrists, ankles and torso went slack. As James took a deep breath, he noticed that the gesture had distracted Sirius, earning him a nasty slash through the side of the neck.

Sirius was giving him a way out.

He had undone the spell binding him, secured a clear path to the door and got himself injured to keep Bellatrix too busy to notice James getting untied.

Sirius was fighting a losing battle to save James.

With a moment of solid determination James overestimated the strength he had left in his body and quickly tried to jump up to his feet, just to drop down on his knees with a loud thud. Ignoring the ringing in his ears that felt like a drill through his skull, he raised his hands, practically trembling with adrenaline and magic and eyed the way Sirius’ complexion paled even beyond his usual state, letting himself get backed into a corner by Bellatrix. Sirius threw pleading glances at James with glassy eyes, wordlessly begging to take the opportunity and leave.

Bellatrix raised her wand as Sirius dropped his own, “Avad-”

James near felt his heart stop as he screamed something pained and wild and let himself fall unconscious as magic burst out of his body in uncontrolled waves of destruction, with the last sound reaching his ears the explosion of wood and glass. **********

James felt the stiffness of his body and smelled the sterile hospital room and Sirius’ scent –sandalwood, vanilla and smoke – before he slowly blinked his eyes open to see them.

The taller man was sprawled out on his side next to him on the bed with an arm draped over James’ stomach, his hair a beautiful mess on the pillow. Sirius’ eyelashes fluttered open, revealing storm grey eyes as James slowly ran his fingers through the man’s chiselled cheekbones.

“Morning.” Sirius smiled, his voice hoarse from the sleep.

“Morning.” James smiled back. “My muscles hurt more than that one time I wrestled a giant while drunk.”

“Well, love,” Sirius kissed the tip of James’ nose, “that tends to happen when you get tortured for hours then blast an entire quarter of a house with pure explosive magic.”

“Sounds impressive.”

“It was.”

“You should probably kiss me. You know, with how impressed you are and whatnot.”

Sirius chuckled and leaned forward to give James a sweet, lingering kiss that made James wish they didn’t need to breath, just so he could kiss Sirius like that forever.

“Sleep, James.” Sirius pulled back and ordered with an adoring look in his eyes. “I’m going to give you a talking-to about putting yourself in dangerous situations, so I need you in top shape.”

James smiled innocently and closed his eyes as Sirius pulled him close and kissed the top of his head, it wasn’t long before they drifted off to a content sleep with arms wrapped around each other.

[dracowars]

Hi could you write something where the reader is on the place of Hermione on the manor during DH1. And Narcissa sees her memories and finds out she's with Draco and how happy he looks with her. Happy ending please🥺 also Hufflepuff reader

daffodil | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader

word count: 2,3k

summary: where narcissa is y/n's last hope

a/n: rip helen mccrory <3

warnings: angst, torture, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Trying to suppress your tears, you have to helplessly watch as your close friends Harry, Ron and Hermione are pushed away from the large, dark room to the basement, leaving you alone. Not actually alone, but in the sense of everyone who remains in this room now, will not help you out of here. It all began so well and was going smoothly.

Your plan was almost perfect, it should not have failed. Nevertheless, you were caught by Death Eaters and taken to Malfoy Manor, the mansion of the Malfoy family, which ironically also includes your boyfriend. Draco, of course, did not know about your plan, otherwise he might have accidentally given something away. You wanted to tell him, but you could not bring yourself to do it. You did not want to disappoint your friends and risk your plan. Anyway, it seems like Draco does not know what his own family is up to either.

“So, you are the pathetic little Hufflepuff girl who sniffed around in my dungeon in Gringotts and stole, huh?”, Bellatrix directs her sharp words at you after she made sure that her sister safely locked your friends in the cellar. “Speak!”

“I do not know what you are talking about”, you lie to her, your whole body visibly shaking in fear. You have heard numerous stories about Bellatrix Lestrange, and one was worse than the other. She is merciless and will not stop until she gets what she wants and that is exactly why you are not quite sure yourself why you suddenly have the audacity to lie directly into her face in this moment when it is obvious that you definitely know what she is talking about.

“Do not lie to me, you cheeky brat! How did you get my sword!?”, she furiously screams at you all of a sudden, anger in her eyes, making you shrink back a little. With her crazy sparkling eyes, she takes another step towards you until you retreated so far back against the wall that you have no way out, no way to escape her.

Before you can answer, however, you already feel the tip of her wand against your throat and you have to swallow hard as she drills it deeper, an insane smile on her pale lips.

“Well, if you do not want to speak, I will gladly force you to speak”, she giggles wickedly and before you know it, she harshly grabs you by the arm and forces you onto the cold wooden floor. You can intercept your fall with your hands in the last moment. Scared, you turn around to face her, your gaze falling on Narcissa, who watches the scene unfold in front of her without a word, just like her husband.

Nobody in Draco’s family knows about your relationship and so far, it has always been better that way. Even so, you do not come around wondering what if they did know about it right now. What if his mother knew about your undying love for each other? What if you would tell her right here, right now that you were the one who was always on her son’s side when he felt bad, that you cheered him up in his darkest times and supported him when no one else did. You were with him after he was declared a Death Eater and you were there when he decided against murdering your headmaster. You were there for him all this time when his family was not.

You can’t continue your thoughts when Bellatrix suddenly kicks you in the abdomen and you softly groan in pain, curling up on the floor.

“I will not ask you a second time: Where did you get the Gryffindor sword from?”, Bellatrix interrogates you again and harshly turns you on your back with her foot, using all her strength to prevent you from moving. Slowly she makes it hard for you to breathe and you desperately try to free yourself from her grip – without any success.

Since you still have not answered her question, she ends up pointing her wand at you threateningly again and before you even have the chance to admit anything, she puts an unforgivable curse on you.

“Crucio!”

Your body writhes in pain on the floor, screams escaping your mouth louder and stronger every second. You try to defy the curse, but you are too weak and can’t defend yourself, having to suffer the worst pain you have ever felt in your entire life.

And despite all of this, your thoughts go back to Draco. His smiling face appears in your mind and his gentle laughter echoes in your ears.

“D-Draco”, you gasp in pain and suddenly all of the pain disappears at once. Bellatrix has now lowered her wand and looks at you in confusion. But not only does she, but Draco’s parents as well.

“I did not ask about Draco!”, Bellatrix freaks out again in a matter of seconds and finally crawls over your weakened body, your faces so close to each other that you can feel her breath on your skin. “You have played enough games.”

At her words, you feel this unendurable pain again, but this time it feels different. It does not come from within you, you can still feel your body as a whole, and it feels a lot more realistic until you suddenly feel her rip open your arm with a sharp dagger inch by inch. Screeching in pain, you try to throw her off you, but she presses you onto the hard ground with all of her might and strength.

Exhausted, your head falls to one side, your body twitching at every painful touch on your arm. Tears flow down your already damp cheeks and you look at Draco’s mother through your blurry vision. She has averted her gaze from the terrible scenario.

“D-Draco.. I-“, you stutter out, the feeling of weightlessness from being on the verge of passing out obfuscating your words and thoughts. Still, you know that there is only one last chance that may get you out of here alive, even though you may regret it in the end.

“I love him”, you cry out in a heartbreaking voice which Bellatrix does not seem to mind at all. Narcissa, however, lifts her head in an instant and looks directly at you, her eyes full of sadness as far as you can tell by your restricted vision. Your eyelids are getting heavier by the second and just when you are about to pass out completely, you notice how Narcissa finally comes closer and thus puts an abrupt end to your unbearable pain.

“Legilmens”, her soft broken voice whispers and the world around you begins to spin, to transform.

And suddenly you are peacefully lying in a bed that is all too familiar to you, your gaze focused on the door that is opening at this very moment, revealing none other than Draco himself. You feel strange, weird, as if you have experienced all of this before. As soon as Draco enters the room with his head hanging low, you uncontrollably run into his arms. You speak to him with calming words until everything starts blurring in front of your eyes and you find yourself in a different place.

You are in a flooded bathroom, a slim and fragile figure trembling from crying from the bitter sobs at the sink in front of you.

“Draco”, you hear your own voice softly speak up and he jolts, turning around to you, his eyes red and swollen, his face completely dejected. Not another second goes by and you lie in his arms again, comforting him.

“I can’t do this anymore, Y/N. It hurts so much”, Draco’s echoing sobs ring in your ear as he rolls up the sleeve of his white shirt, revealing the Dark Mark. “Please help me.”

However, you are not able to help him because you are forcibly torn away from the moment again and land in a large, wide meadow of flowers. Warmth created by the burning sunlight flows through you and the exclamation of your name from the distance brings a happy smile to your face immediately. Not far from you Draco runs up the hill towards you, a smile as bright and wide as yours decorating his beautiful facial features. Quickly, you get up from the soft picnic blanket that you have placed in the meadow and greet him with a firm hug.

The next moment, you lie on the blanket, hugging and looking up at the clear starry sky after the sun has already set hours ago. Draco repeatedly points to different shining stars which form a constellation, telling you everything he learned in astronomy, while you can’t take your eyes off him.

When he finally notices your gaze, he turns his head towards you so that the tips of your nose are almost touching. Neither of you say a word and you just stare into each other’s eyes lovingly.

“I love you”, your voice carefully confesses and your heart hammers against your chest.

“I love you too”, Draco replies, connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.

The safe and happy feeling suddenly gets teared away from you and you find yourself back in the dark room of the Malfoy Manor. Shocked and not so sure about what has just happened, you straighten up. Only now do you realize that Bellatrix had let go of you in the meantime and is now looking down at you with widened eyes, standing closely behind her sister.

It hits you like a train when you realize that Narcissa has just used Legilimency on you, which caused you to be subjected to a rapid succession of passing memory scenes and in some cases even made you briefly lose consciousness. Thus, not only your expressed thoughts or perceptible feelings were revealed to her, but also your hidden feelings and experiences as well as your most secret desires.

An extremely uncomfortable silence arises in the room while all eyes are on you and only you. Lucius and Bellatrix seem rather angry at something, with Narcissa looking at you with pity and sadness.

“Take my hand”, Narcissa breaks the silence first, but because of her words you only look at her in confusion when she extends her hand to you. Looking back and forth between her outstretched hand and her face, for some inexplicable reason, you realize that she actually wants to help you.

As soon as your hands touch, everything around you blurs again and the next thing you know everything goes black. You feel pressure on your body from all directions and you find it difficult to breathe until everything around you takes on its usual color again, allowing you to breathe in deeply.

You feel the ground beneath your feet and notice that you are standing upright. And you notice that your and Narcissa’s hand are still connected. Startled, you pull your hand out of her grasp and look around.

“Where did you take me?!”, you angrily ask her, the place where you are now not seeming familiar to you and the fact that she just kidnapped you after invading your privacy makes you feel even more confused.

“To safety”, Narcissa replies shortly and it seems she wants to add something when her gaze suddenly slides past you, to something hat has now apparently appeared behind you.

“Mum?”

“Draco?”, you breathe out in relief when you hear his voice behind you and immediately turn around to him. Tears well up in your eyes and you run into Draco’s arms at lightning speed, but Draco seems to be quite perplexed. After all, he does not know what happened.

“W-What?”, he tries to form meaningful words while still not returning your hug, standing there rigid and tense.

“She knows about us”, you whisper in his ear while sobbing and his posture relaxes from one second to the other and he wraps his arms tightly around your trembling body without hesitation, his face disappearing in the crook of your neck.

“What happened?”, Draco asks you worried as he gently loosens the hug and takes your face between in his hands, not understanding why you are crying. With a shake of your head, you indicate that you do not want to talk about it and he understands, giving you the space you need, before his gaze falls back on his mother, who is watching you two silently.

“I am sorry”, Narcissa finally clears her throat, causing you to look at her as well. Tears have now also formed in her eyes, but her lips are adorned by a gentle smile as she looks at you. “It should never have come to this.”

“Why did you do that? Why did you help me?”, you want to know and step closer to her, your hand intertwined with Draco’s.

“I was inside of your head and saw all of your memories”, she explains and while she nervously plays with the long black sleeves of her beautiful dress, she looks up from the ground again. “I have seen how happy you make my son. I could not let them harm you or it would break him. You- You are too important to Draco.”

You are speechless at her words and Draco seems pretty stunned by what his mother said as well. Before either of you can comment on it though, she speaks up again.

“I will make sure that your friends get free”, she adds, letting her inner conflict reflect in her soft voice. “Stay with Draco. You are safe here until I have clarified everything. I will come back.”

“Mum-“

“I promise you that everything will be fine”, she gently smile at him, giving both of you a loving hug, before she disapparates into thin air and probably reappears where she has just saved your life moments ago.

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The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 3

Since the traumatic death of her last living relative, Anna had since been a guest in the Malfoy manor . Although she was by now a little more than a guest. Her aunt was peacefully laid to rest and throughout the whole ordeal the Malfoys were her absolute anchor to reality. Anna however still couldn't put her thoughts in order at the situation. On one hand Anna had wanted to go home but on the other hand she rather enjoyed the company of the Malfoys. Anna had previously attempted to return home twice. The first time Anna had gone to return home , Draco begged her not to leave claiming he wanted to make the most of her company before his return to his last term of third year next week.. The second time Cissa began fretting about her wellbeing. Her being worried about Anna all alone in that big house. So Anna agreed to stay to ease Cissa's conscience but did say that she would return before her first day of work at the Ministry. What Anastasia didn't know was that she would be the right hand assistant to Lucius himself. The letter enclosing said information remained unopened in the Rosier mansion.

The following week Narcissa and Lucius bid Draco farewell at kings cross station whilst Anna was already in the Ministry of Magic for her first day along with another student from her year . Anastasia now knew that she would be working with Lucius , she was relieved at least it was someone who wouldn't judge her by her name. Though the thought of being in such a confined space with the white haired man had butterflies filling the pit of her stomach. Lucius strutted into his office in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, halting in his footsteps at the sight of his darling Anna stretching on the tips of her feet to reach a book higher up on the shelf, Lucius held back a laugh as he took in just how miniature she was even in a pair of heels. Even though he adored that about her , he couldn't help picture in absolutely nothing but those heels all stretched out for him and for cissa of course. Anna hadn't yet realised he had entered the room she was too caught up in finding the book Mr. Crouch had requested. Lucius took this as his moment . He walked as quietly as he could towards her . When Anna was in his reach, his large hands held her hips , his long fingers digging in slightly. Anna's back pressed flush against his broad chest. Leaning down to her ear. "You want my help with that darling ?" He whispered pressing himself further into the girl. Anna blushed at the feeling of his hardened member making itself known. Easily reaching for the book , his hand could reach without him even trying. "By all means you can say no and I shall just sit back and watch as that little skirt rides up more and more. Its taking I have not to throw you over my desk and worship you right here babygirl" Lucius smirked as Anastasia let out a squeak at the pet name he called her. Lucius brought the book down to Anna's eyesight, offering it out to her , Anna still pressed against the overly large shelf. Before Anna could respond in walked Narcissa. Narcissa drank in the scene in front of her , the sight of her husband and hopefully her soon to be princess. Anastasia's face flushed a deep red as she resisted the urge to run into Cissa's arms. " My darling how lovely of you to join us isn't that right princess?" Lucius turned to face cissa while slipping a wink to Anna. "I .. Uh..you...I should get this book to Mr. Crouch " she said shyly unsure of how to respond , after all neither of them had spoken since her and cissa kissed. Anna couldn't help wondering is Narcissa regretted it. Bowing her head Anna moved to rush from the room. "WAIT, STOP" Narcissa called after her smiling as annas feet immediately come to a halt." Hurry back darling there's something we should all talk about". Anna nodded in response quickly exiting the room. Anastasia walked with the book in her arms just down the hall, knocking respectively , Anna awaited permission before entering. " Mr Crouch I'm terribly sorry if I am interrupting I'm just bringing the book you requested from Mr Malfoy" Anastasia informed showing the book as if she needed the proof. "Ah right yes, good good I do believe you may have just missed crossing paths with our young Mr Weasley. He took it upon himself to retrieve that book . A good boy he is . If that is all Miss Rosier I am rather busy I'm afraid" Mr Crouch, the minister of Magic himself said without raising so much as his head. Anna walked back to Lucius's office , the sound of her heels clacking with every step, when suddenly body blocks her way. "You know you'd think the slimy Slytherin's would crawl back into their holes rather than working for the Ministry . Your father was a blind fool to follow the dark lord . Tell me what would daddy think of his daughter now. Oh no thats right he got himself killed before you could wipe the drool from your chin? " Percy Weasley sneered at her . Anastasia's blood fuelled an inferno of rage and Percy was about to get a taste of the fire. Passer's by began to stop and watch while office doors seemed to open for the fellow workers to do the same. Annas eyes glazed over and she smiled a

sweet smile. " Don't you ever speak of my family in that way do you hear me ? You want to know what my 'daddy' thinks , insult me again and you'll be finding out" Anna threatened in a low voice her wand drawn and pressed into the younger Weasleys throat. Lucius Malfoy was the first to intervene , his hand pushing anna's armed one down. He ushered the furious girl into the office and she slowly began following. " Enjoy freedom while you can I'm sure they've got a cell in Azkaban with your family's name on call it an heirloom. As cold, dark narcissistic murderers run in your family dont they. When you slip up Rosier and you will . I will be the one to put you there myself" Percy shouted at her back. Taken off guard Percy hadn't expected Anna to throw 'stupefy at him knocking him down the hall by a few good feet . " Funny that if I'm to go to Azkaban it'll be for killing you. You're a no good blood traitor and yet you think you actually have the audacity to think you stand a chance against me. I know spells your mother couldnt even dream of mastering . You think you can talk about my family when you know absolutely nothing . I'll escort myself to Azkaban right now once I've sent your cold body to your mother. That dark enough for you saint Percy? Anna fumed her wand raised . Arthur Weasley emerged from the crowd , his wand drawn protecting his son. Lucius drew his wand and stood directly in front of Anastasia.

"Princess go, back to the office head held high cissy is there and I'll be right behind you "Lucius whispers so low only Anastasia could hear it. Anna nods confirming she had indeed heard his words but she was reluctant to walk away. When Lucius firmly commands her once again to go as she reaches the offices, she can already feel the tears fill her eyes and the burning sensation in her chest. Anna just wanted to scream . Instead she shuts the door and walks to her desk with her head down. Realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks Anna slides down the nearest wall. Narcissa immediately running to the sobbing girl sitting next to her , Cissa cradled anna against her chest, rocking slightly whilst rubbing a hand soothingly on the black haired girls back.

"I'm not a bad person I've followed every rule. I've never put a foot wrong yet I'm still painted with the same brush as my father am I destined to be alone. Perhaps Azkaban is the best place for someone with a name like mine". Lucius having now dealt with the pathetic Weasleys returns just as Anna sobs those words. Seeing her so broken and seeing his wife so affected at those words only tempted Lucius to go back and seriously damage the disrespectful boy. Weighing his options, nothing was more important than his family and as of that his girls needed him. Narcissa who was still holding Anna raised her head to look at her husband , she tilted her head to the side silently asking what had happened out there.

He ushered Narcissa over to him which she does hesitantly. Torn between leaving Anna and finding out what had occurred . Narcissa's curiosity got the best of her. "Anna I'll be right back darling" Narcissa whispered assuringly. Lucius explains in a hushed whisper briefly what happened. Narcissa can't believe what she's heard. How could someone say something so cruel about her baby girl. Lucius made his way over to Anna and bent down, lifting her chin up to face him. " Don't you ever let me hear say that about yourself . We would never allow you to be put in that wretched place. A name does not define you. That boy knows nothing. He is nothing. You are my everything. Our everything " he would say pulling cissa to him as she steps nearer not wanting to scare Anna . "I'm yours. Like both of you?" Anna questioned back , her green eyes wide and her pink lips pouted in slight confusion. " Why don't we all go back home a discuss this over a drink hmm?" Cissa hinted holding her hand out for her husband and Anna to take .

They arrive back at Malfoy Manor and Anna takes a seat on the sofa in the front room with Cissa sitting on one side of her and Lucius on the other side. Lucius gently takes one of Anna’s hands in his and with the other hand gently turns her head to face him “Anna I meant what I said earlier you are our everything and I want to discuss you becoming apart of our relationship” He nods at Cissa before continuing “There is no pressure Anna, you can say no and we’ll respect your decision. It won’t affect our working relationship either.” Anna doesn’t respond straight away, feeling a little shocked at his offer. “Should you agree to be with us boundaries would be set in place, which leads me to my next question. What are your boundaries Anna?” Lucius’ voice soft as he looks into her eyes.

“I don’t have any boundaries as I’ve never done this before” Anna answers honestly as she holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her lap, a look of confusion washes over his face “Anna had never been kissed before I kissed her two weeks ago” Cissa explained. Lucius places his fingers under Anna’s chin lifting her head up “Just to confirm Anna, you are a virgin?” She nods at him and feels her cheeks heat in a light blush. “We’ll take things nice and slow; we’ll go at a pace that suits you…if you agree to be ours that is.” Lucius tells her with a smile on his lips and Anna couldn’t help herself, she looked down at his mouth and licked her lips. Cissa nods agreeing with her husband “We will look after you. You will be safe with us…always” Cissa took hold of Anna’s other hand in hers and begun rubbing small soothing circles on the back of her hand with her thumbs.

Anna looks between Cissa and Lucius before speaking “I’d like to be yours, both of yours but I’m worried I cannot offer you much in return” Cissa turns Anna’s head so she is looking at her “Just by agreeing to be with us is giving us more than you can imagine. All we want to do is to make you feel loved, safe and of course pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams” Cissa smiles and leans forward pressing her lips to Anna’s in a quick but sweet kiss.

“If we overstep a boundary or you start to feel uneasy or anything just tell us. In fact, to be sure we are all comfortable with this arrangement I recommend we use safe words” Lucius said softly, his breath warm against her ear “Safe words?” Anna asked shyly and he chuckled lightly “Ahh so innocent my sweet girl” His fingers brushing her hair aside as he placed a soft kiss to her neck before continuing “Each of us picks a word that once spoken the others know enough is enough. The moment the word is spoken everything stops…straight away, no questions or explanations needed” Anna turned her head slightly so she was looking at him over her shoulder “I’d like to be yours, both of yours” He smiled at her before capturing her lips with his.

Lucius and Narcissa both hand in hand with Anastasia began escorting her up the winding black marble case not stopping until they reached the door to the master bedroom. Both Malfoys stood watching Anna's reaction as Lucius twisted the handle of the door pushing it open , allowing Anna the first step inside. Anastasia was in awe at the decoration. With a flick of his wrist Lucius had set candles alight causing a rather romantic atmosphere. Anna's hand was still laced with Cissa's, she was reminded off that when Narcissa squeezed her hand. " What do you think babygirl?" Cissa asked brushing a loose strand of Anna's hair from her face, leaning in she placed a soft kiss on Anna's lips . "It's beautiful Cissy . It really is" Anna breathed looking behind her for Lucius. When Anastasia noticed him still stood by the door only now minus his dress shirt , she reached her hand towards him wanting to touch . Lucius noticed Anna's hesitation and stepped into her reach, taking her hands he placed them on the centre of his broad chest. Anna's hands ran up over his bare shoulders and linked around his neck attempting to pull him down to her level due to the height difference. Anna could feel his intoxicating scent overwhelm her and she took the plunge pressing her lips to his . His kiss was different to that of Cissa's it was rougher and more dominant . Lucius's hands reached over the curves of Anna's ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed . A naked Narcissa joined the pair , running her fingers up anna's bare legs causing anna gasp allowing Lucius access to her tongue . Anastasia pulled back from her make out session , glancing at Narcissa, her eyes tracing over the perky nipples of her breasts. Anna's mouth ran dry . She had no idea what she wanted but god that woman was it. " Remember Darling we can stop whenever you like , tonight is all about you my pretty babygirl , mommy and daddy will make you feel so good I promise princess you just have to trust us" Narcissa spoke softly tapping her finger on the top button of anna's shirt. " Can mummy take this off baby " Cissa cooed , anna nodded and proceeded to remove the shirt herself only for cissa to stop her. "Let mommy do it angel please" Cissa asked again this time Anna nodded and allowed cissa to removed her top. Narcissa dropped the shirt to the floor her eyes never looking away from Annas full breasts, leaning forward cissa placed a wet kiss to the tops of her breasts. Ana in response arched her back unaware that her hips had rocked against the very non discreet package in Lucius's trousers. Narcissa's hands travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the very tight skirt Anna had on. Cissa's fingers hooked into the band but waited for permission from Anna . "Princess Mommy's waiting for you "Lucius whispered in Anna's ear. Anastasia nodded fervently glancing down and the sight of a naked Narcissa between her thighs . Anna couldnt peel her eyes away. In a split second her skirt and panties were removed , Anna's core now slick and bare to Cissa who licked her lips in delight at the prize in front of her . "We can stop if you want to little princess, you just have to say and we promise we wont be disappointed in the slightest or should mommy continue" Lucius reminded . " No please Don't stop please dont stop "Anna pleaded . Her pleas were music to their ears. Lucius interlocked his fingers with Anna's , watching over anna's shoulder as his wife's head leant even closer to Annas blazing sex. Narcissa hummed as she dragged a finger through Anna's wet folds, shivering at the breathless gasp she made in response. Narcissa placed a soft kiss to either side of Anastasias inner thigh before connecting her warm tongue to her wet pussy. Anna's hips rose from the emerald sheets , her head thrown back into the crook of Lucius's neck and her grip on his hands getting tighter. " Is mummy making you feel good baby girl ? Let us hear those beautiful noises of yours petal" Lucius teased in advance. Anna mewled , feeling

an unfamiliar weight in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa continued flicking the sensitive bud while she introduced a single finger into Anna's tight hole preparing to stretch her out for Lucius. Slowly and gently Cissa began thrusting that finger in and out in time with the flicking of the bud . With her fingers getting so slick from Anna's running juices , cissa added a second finger and with every thrust in began spreading them apart . Anna's walls began to clench around Cissa's fingers locking them in place and her thighs tightening pulling cissa closer than she was. " Oh Oh Oh " Anna screamed as she rode her first ever climax down on Narcissa .Anna felt shifting from behind her as Lucius moved himself from the bed taking Cissa's place between Anna's thighs. Climbing above her Cissa placed a kiss to Anna's lips. "You did so well darling mummy's so proud of you. Does Daddy want a taste do you think? " Narcissa beamed down at her baby all glistening in sweat , glancing to her husband smirking. Lucius's hand reached across grabbing cissa at the chin, passionately kissing his wife all the while tasting the sweet nectar of his princess on her tongue. At some point during the exchange Lucius had removed his remaining clothing. Lucius tapped on Anna's thighs grabbing her attention. Narcissa sat near Annas head now it was her turn to watch the faces her baby pulled whilst screaming from the pleasure she was receiving. " Princess you need to listen just for a minute okay? Are you sure this is what you want? I won't lie to you my girl it might be a little uncomfortable at first but that passes. Are you absolutely sure?" Lucius needed to make her aware he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her . " Please I trust you Daddy I'd like to try. Help me try" Anna begged her voice sounding like a whine. Lucius wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock swiping the pre-cum from the swollen head to lubricate it slightly. The combination of that and Anna's cum should be just enough.

As he slowly began to ease into her, Anna's walls clenched around him as a pained groan leaves her throat. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she squeezes her eyes shut tight, Anna's body tenses against his when he comes to a stop. His body trembling as he fights the lust inside him to thrust into his pretty little princess .When the pain starts to subside Anastasia slowly moves her hips .

"Please " was all Anna could muster out. Lucius takes her thigh and places it on his hip as he starts to slowly move against her . Quickly finding a steady rhythm, as his hips roll against hers both moving in perfect harmony , Anna could feel every thrust against her walls. Her nails leave red half-moon crescents on biceps. Narcissa sat back observing couldnt help but reach down and began circling her own clit. His name falls from Anastasia's mouth like a prayer when he finds that specific spot inside of her . "Fuck, Princess , you feel so good around Daddy" he moans as he thrust faster into her , pleasure invaded her senses as her vision begins to cloud , with her head thrown back Anna can no longer keep the moans inside of her . An inferno rages inside of her , Her hands fall from his arms to grasp at the sheets with such a force her knuckles began turning white. "Papi, I'm..." she moans out. " Let it go baby I'm here Daddy's here" Lucius coaxed. Anastasias walls enclosed around Lucius's cock , her nectar coating his manhood. With a last thrust into her Lucius emptied his load filling his princess up to the brim. Gently removing himself from inside her , Lucius laid to the right of Anna enclosing her in his arms, Narcissa laid to the left of Anna . "Our princess did absolutely perfect wouldn't you say so dear?" Narcissa asked Lucius. "Oh i couldn't agree more darling. How are you feeling Princess?" Lucius asked Anna. The three of them an entanglement of limbs. Until Narcissa rose from the bed and into the large bathroom followed by the sound of running water. " Come on Darling let us clean you up and put you in something comfy before you fall asleep" Narcissa commented. Anna however was quite tired and comfy as she mumbled incoherent words from where she was. Lucius scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bathroom himself. Narcissa already in the bath, held her arms out as he lowered his princess down into her lap. A scent of lavender and camomile filled their senses. Lucius lathered up a sponge and glided it over every inch of Anastasias body. Anastasia snapped from her dazed state smiling at both Lucius and Narcissa. Before putting her head down and playing with her fingers , a sign they had already noticed when she was nervous or embarrassed. " Princess Is everything alright darling? Are you hurt or in pain?" Cissa asked concerned she may be hurt . " No no nothing like that I was urm well I just wondered could I stay with you two tonight?" Anna asked so quietly that if they had been any further away they wouldn't have caught it. "Of Course you sweet girl you were always going to sleep in with us . We wouldn't have it any other way. Now why dont you let mommy wash your hair whilst daddy gets out and fetches you something comfy eh?" Narcissa said softly to Anna pulling her in for a cuddle in the warm water. With the girls dressed in Narcissa's nightgowns , Lucius had made a mental note to have cissa and anna go shopping soon. Lucius had already pulled back the covers and slid in, waiting for his girls to come out. "Which side should I sleep?" Anna asked Narcissa. They hadn't discussed that yet. " Why dont you sleep in the middle darling so that way we can both hold you" Lucius offered. Anna scrambled into bed followed by Cissa. Cissa took hold of Annas hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I'm so happy you agreed to be ours our darling girl "Narcissa expressed. Lucius turned on his side facing Anna and Cissa draping his arm across the both of them in a protective manner. " I love you both my precious girls" Lucius said lovingly. The three slept in each others embrace for the rest of the night.

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Only Bite Him a Little Please.

Bring Back The Bastard Day 9

‘Make it showy, but no injuries.’ Severus growls at the Malfoy boy. He had had to warn Draco several times already about keeping his nose clean. Especially in regards to Potter. It was for Draco’s own good. The young Malfoy could not afford to actually cause injury to the boy-who-lived. Not only would it make his life at Hogwarts difficult, what with the other teachers doting on Potter so much, but it would put Lucius Malfoy in a difficult position. And if Draco put Lucius in a difficult position, Lucius would be certain to make sure Draco knew about it.

Everyone thought Draco to be a spoiled little rich boy, which was true, but it was not the whole story.

Severus eyes Lockhart’s pathetic attempt at demonstrating a blocking spell to Potter, who looks even more dumbfounded than usual. Salazar this was a ridiculous debacle! Potter is far to slow getting his spell off, and Draco has no trouble casting first. ‘Serpensortia!’ The boy cries. Oh for Merlin’s sake! Severus sighs, perhaps he should have been more specific. Showy it certainly was, Draco had quite a flair for the dramatic. Oh well, at least it was simple enough to counter.

‘I’ll get rid of it for you Potter.’ He grumbles, stepping forward easily. Many of the students look frightened, but Severus didn’t have a problem with snakes. It would hardly do for the Head of Slytherin House to have a fear of snakes would it? Unfortunately his slightly lackadaisical attitude means that Lockhart gets there before him, and the idiot’s botched spell only angers the snake. The creature tries to escape, but finding it’s way blocked by crowds of students, takes up a defensive stance.

It is then that Severus hears the most unexpected sound. Something that he would have been happy never to hear again, and never could have imagined he would hear right now in the middle of the Great Hall. His whole body tenses, suddenly hyper alert as his brain tries to consolidate the conflicting information. The only person that Severus had ever heard speaking parseltongue was the Dark Lord. But he couldn’t be here. It was impossible. Within a couple of seconds the ex Death Eater’s intense gaze has honed in on the source of the sound.

Potter’s face is entirely calm, his lips moving just slightly, and the sound emanating from them a smooth, rolling hiss.

Severus’ blood turns to ice. So many of Severus’ pre-conceived notions of what to expect from the boy had been proved correct. The rule breaking, the arrogance, the foolhardy disregard for his own safety… but this… how was this possible…

It only takes a moment for all of his training as a soldier and a spy to kick in, and Severus banishes the snake with a quick wave of his wand. But he continues to stare at the boy, as Weasley drags Potter away from the crowd and out of the room. He is beginning to question everything he thought he knew about the boy.

Albus would need to be informed immediately.

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