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Lucius had no doubt Rodolphus would come through, he was reliable when it came to handling these… inconvenient little errands. The last thing Lucius intended was to disappoint the Dark Lord. If he wanted the town reduced to ash, then so be it.

Draining the last of his drink, Lucius rose smoothly, reaching for his robes and settling them over his shoulders with practiced ease. “Shall we get on with it, then?” he said, tone cool. “The sooner we’re done, the sooner I can return home to Narcissa.”

Rodolphus Lestrange tilted his head, the ghost of a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth -- feral, knowing, devoid of warmth. He didn’t sit. Instead, he circled the chair with a predator’s patience, letting his fingers brush over the wood where the drink had slid. and, for once, did not take it.

He stopped before the object, eyes narrowing as he studied the silver piece. The air around it whispered, like breath caught between screams. Runes bled ancient magic -- old, hungry -- the kind that didn’t whisper obedience, but demanded blood.

“How quaint,” Rodolphus murmured. “You always did have a taste for cursed curiosities and drawing room dramatics. But this --” his fingers hovered just above the artifact, the skin on his palm tingling in warning “-- this is no mere trinket.”

He turned his gaze to Lucius, eyes gleaming with a dark kind of thrill. “A village of mudbloods, you say? If our Lord wishes spectacle, who am I to disappoint?” he replied with a laugh.

“You have your monster,” he said simply, voice calm as smoke curling from a battlefield. “Now point me to the village, and I’ll show you what happens when I'm let off my leash. But first --" he interrupted himself, "tell me more about this beauty."

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Dearest Lestranges,

Thank you for the thoughtful present. I enjoy your touch on items like this; it makes them a little more interesting.

I'll keep in mind that Mrs. Black stays away from the book.

We hope to see you all soon.

Regards,

The Malfoys

Gift/starter for: Narcissa & Lucius Malfoy @nvrcissasm @luciusmalfoyx @xrodolphusxlestrangex Delivered by house elf the day after Draco was born: an antique copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, its enchantments adapted and enhanced by all the Lestranges. Each page includes moving visuals, music and atmospheric effects, which activate as the stories are read aloud. The book is accompanied by a set of cursed figurines, which will prevent anyone unwanted from entering the room where they're placed.

Dear Narcissa and Lucius,

Congratulations on the birth of your son. He has been born into two great families. This is his gift from ours to yours, Lestranges to Malfoys. We will protect him as our own.

Cissa, I suggest you don't let our mother into the room when the figurines are visible. She's unwanted in any space she enters, after all. She'd probably end up quite dead.

Love,

Bellatrix & Rodolphus, Alecto & Rabastan.

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Dear Blood Traitor

I think it would be best if you do not contact us at all.

Draco will grow up never knowing that I had a sister. You made your bed.

Lucius Malfoy.

Dear Lucius @luciusmalfoyx

I know you probably won't be reading this letter, but I want to try anyways.

Congratulations with the birth of your son. I hope Draco and Narcissa are okay. And you as well.

I miss you, my dear brother.

Love, Cressida.

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Lucius gave a soft, humorless laugh. His eyes didn’t waver from Frank’s face. “Chess is a game for men who understand consequence, Longbottom. If you prefer checkers, I won’t hold it against you.”He glanced around the room before his attention back on the man in front of him, voice smooth and curt. “I do what I must with the influence I have. Peacekeeping, as you call it, is not nearly as idle as it sounds, though I wouldn’t expect you to appreciate the nuances of negotiation. Your methods have always favored brute force over subtlety.” A pause and then a smile. “But do sleep well knowing that while you chase shadows, I move pieces.” He waited for the other to move.

Frank resisted the urge to snort. There could've been a world where he and Lucius got along, decades ago, if Lucius hadn't decided to become such a dick. What a shame. "If your belief runs so strongly, perhaps you ought to do a bit more with your life than dabble in politics and peacekeeping." Frank suggested. "Otherwise you're just playing chess with other people's lives."

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Lucius gave a quiet hum. His eyes, cold and calculating, flicked briefly to the book Edgar had cracked open, then back to his minder's face. "Ah yes," he said smoothly, voice rich with silken condescension, "the noble art of shadowing a man you clearly don’t trust, while pretending to read. Your subtlety is inspiring." Complete disdain written on stoic features. "You’ll forgive me if I don’t feel particularly inclined to entertain. You know how it is, being watched tends to dull the charm."

Then, with a faint smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he added, "Though I suppose we should both be grateful it’s you and not some halfwit Auror who can’t tell a brushstroke from a murder plot. At least your manners are tolerable." Lucius turned his gaze out the window, clearly done with the conversation for now. But the tension hung in the air.

A strained smile grazed his lips as he nodded in agreement. Yes, he could imagine Malfoy wouldn’t enjoy a minder, alas, he was to do as he was requested.  "Oh, I’m sure Mr Malfoy, but you understand. " Even if he didn’t, it mattered not. A carriage, my my Edgar couldn’t think of anything worse, he loved to fly, there was something about feeling the wind in your hair, breathing in its freshness. Not that he would say as much, he had some tact. 

" Well, since you don’t mind…" That was all the wizard needed. He would have liked to be peering over reports, to get a head on his work && free some hours for order business tonight. But there was no helping it, confidentiality was important. Instead, Edgar flipped open the book he had been carrying under one arm, moving book bookmark aside, he half focused on the words, keeping his attention still on Malfoy.

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Lucius leaned in closer, his free hand brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead as he held her gaze. The fierceness in her voice didn’t scare him, it steadied him. It reminded him just how strong she truly was.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said quietly, his voice low and steady, meant only for her. “You’ve done all the hard work, Cissa. I’m just here, exactly where I’m meant to be. Holding your hand, and not letting go.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the back of her hand. “You’re not alone. Not for a single second. We’ll bring him into this world together.” He glanced over when a nurse came through the door.

"I'm here to see how far she is dilated."

Narcissa squeezed his hand tightly, her knuckles white, her breath shallow as another contraction gripped her. Her eyes, shimmering with pain and determination, found his. "Don't say it like that—like it's easy," she breathed, her voice trembling but fierce. "You try carrying your son for nine months and then talk about 'soon.'"

But even through the strain, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips. Her grip loosened slightly, and she let her head fall back against the pillow, eyes fluttering closed for a moment. "I'm just—tired," she whispered. "But I know. I feel it."

Then, turning her head again to look at Lucius, her expression softened. “Just don’t let go. Not until he’s here.”

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"I'm sure she'll appreciate that," he said with a faint smirk, rising to his feet. Narcissa could certainly use the company, pregnancy was beginning to wear on her, and he knew she’d never admit just how much. "You think we won’t? I’m slightly wounded," he added with a touch of mock offense, his tone light and teasing. With a brief nod, he stepped back. "Enjoy the rest of your evening." And with that, Lucius turned and swept out of the pub, his departure swift.

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Evelyn eyed him over the rim of her glass as she took another drink, setting it aside with a nod. “Yes, please do. It will be nice to catch up with her and I can warn her how terrible motherhood can be.” Her tone was light and joking though there were many days she was reminded motherhood was simply not for her. A small laugh fell from the witch’s lips as he mentioned doing this again, and she nodded as her lips curled up. “Sure Lucius, we’ll do this again some time.”

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Lucius swirled the amber liquid in his glass. He let the silence stretch just long enough to make his answer deliberate.

“There’s a certain elegance in precision,” he said smoothly. “Chaos may reveal truth, but control....control ensures survival.”

He set the glass down meeting Antonin’s gaze. “I prefer to know exactly where the mess is. Who made it. And more importantly, who will clean it up when the time comes.”

His expression sharpened. “As for my claws… well, they’re only clean because I don’t waste them on scraps. Not everything requires fire to make a point, Antonin. Some things need only a whisper.” A beat. "Speaking of whisper, we have some to do."

Antonin’s glass paused just before his lips. “Chaos may be romanticized by fools,” he said, “but there’s clarity in it too. No one lies in fire or war they simply burn or survive.”

He took a sip, watching Lucius over the rim of his glass, then lowered it with the faintest trace of a smirk.

“As for me? Nothing new. Just perfecting old habits. The wand hand never rests, after all.” His tone was dry, amused, but there was an edge of steel beneath it not a threat, exactly, but a reminder that Antonin didn’t play roles; he endured them.

“And you, Lucius? Still keeping your claws clean while others make the mess?”

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AUSTIN WITH KITTENS

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Lucius’s lips curled into a faint, knowing smile, the weight of his gaze never quite leaving Rita. “Specificity is a luxury,” he drawled, swirling the contents of his glass. “But I find that when the right stones are overturned, the most interesting things tend to crawl out on their own.”

He took a slow sip, then stepped closer to her, his tone lowering just slightly. “I’m not looking, Rita. I’m waiting. And as you know yields results.” His eyes flicked briefly toward where she had gestured. “You’ve always had a knack for shadows. Tell me… who’s about to slip, and who’s already slipped but thinks they’ve gone unnoticed?”

Lucius Malfoy had presence, in every part of his life. Rita would have been a fool to deny that. “It says exactly what you think it says. As for the interesting bits, believe me, I have my ways.” And she did, in her own way make it through life just fine. The fly on the wall, or in her case something else entirely but just as efficient. A dark corner to hide in and the witch would flourish.

With a sigh she motioned for a drink with her hand. Whyever she’d come back inside instead of running for the hills was a mystery. “If you want those that hide, there are plenty around. Plenty of unspoken things.” Her finger pointed toward some of them, without making it too obvious. “Is there something or someone specific you are looking for?” - @luciusmalfoyx

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where: the malfoy manor who: @nvrcissasm when: 6th of june, 1980 - 06:00

“Get her whatever she needs!” Lucius commanded sharply, his eyes never leaving Narcissa as the nurses moved swiftly around the room, tending to her through the relentless waves of labour. Her water had broken two hours ago, and now the long, agonizing wait had begun.

He settled at the edge of the bed, reaching out to take her hand gently, their fingers intertwining. His voice softened, steady and filled with quiet reassurance. “Soon, love. He’ll be here before you know it.”

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Lucius finished his drink, eyes flicking to the watch on his wrist. It was getting late, and he had no intention of keeping his wife waiting. “I’ll let her know to expect an owl,” he said smoothly, resting his hands on his thighs as he rose. “I should be heading back.” He offered a faint, polite smile. “We should do this again sometime.” Even as he said it, he doubted it would happen anytime soon, but the gesture was there.

Evelyn's lips curled up in amusement as she saw him consider the idea. She hadn't expected him to actually take her up on it after all, she couldn't really see Lucius as the type to enjoy taking care of children. She couldn't help it as a laugh fell from her lips and she nodded. "Very well, I'll reach out to Narcissa then and make plans." Better for her anyway, that meant she was free to discuss whatever she liked with Narcissa without having to worry about Lucius.

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Lucius wasn’t offended, in truth, he’d felt much the same on his own wedding night. Eager for the night to end, for the performance to be over. "At least it’s only one night," he said dryly, his gaze drifting across the room until it inevitably found her. Narcissa. His eyes always found her. "We always do it for them," he added, quieter now. That, at least, he would never deny.

He spotted his wife then, radiant and unmistakably pregnant, standing with an expression that spoke volumes. Whoever was speaking to her clearly wasn’t to her liking. "If you’ll excuse me," Lucius murmured. "My wife looks moments away from hexing someone."

A beat passed. "Congratulations, again. We’ll talk again once you're back from your honeymoon." With that, he turned and strode toward Narcissa, intent on rescuing her.

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"I do regret having invited so many people. I would much prefer to spend some time with my wife. No offense." Lucius was one of the few people coming to talk to him that didn't annoy him and where he didn't have to sprout fake niceties. "I think I will survive going through one night of this if it makes her look like that."

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Lucius arched a brow, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "How optimistic of you. But I don’t make a habit of leaving wolves to guard the flock."He stepped closer, voice low and pointed. Some of us still believe in order." The blonde waiting for him to move.

"Merlin forbid you keep them waiting." He said, not making much of a move to leave or get out of Lucius's way. The other man could move around him if he really wanted to leave. "Maybe they'd have to learn how to behave themselves without supervision."

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Lucius nodded, already slipping a hand beneath her arm with practiced ease. “Then it’s time I escorted you home before you stage a rebellion in the drawing room,” he said lightly, though his eyes flicked briefly to her swollen belly with quiet concern. “You’ve done more than enough for one evening.” He glanced toward the hosts, ever mindful of appearances. “We’ll give our farewells and then I’m getting you off your feet.”

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"She truly has." Narcissa replied with a genuine smile. Even being incredibly pregnant and uncomfortable for the majority of the day, it was impossible for her to not be happy for her friend on this day. "They both have." She added with a small nod. With everything else, the Selwyn's deserved to celebrate a true moment of happiness.

Head inclining as he leaned in, she hummed. "If you could hold your son for even a moment, I'd be inclined to stay longer. But I think now would be a good time to start saying our goodbyes while I can still feel my toes."

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Lucius’ expression barely shifted, but there was a flicker of something, amusement, perhaps, or recognition. “Comfort can be its own sort of cage, yes,” he said, swirling the contents of his glass idly. “Though I find it preferable to the chaos most others seem to romanticise.”

He raised his glass in return, the gesture precise. “To roles well played,” he said smoothly, "and to what the night might bring." He took a sip. "What is new with you?" A few minutes to spare until they would take their leave.

“One must always live diplomatically, though I think I have settled into perplexing comfort. Do you ever find comfort a bit stifling?” The question seemed odd coming out of his mouth especially to anyone so pampered as Lucious Malfoy, though perhaps that made him best to answer it. “The gilded cage and all that?”

He gave a short laugh of his own at the thought, ‘no longer be pregnant.’ “One of the hazards of being the fairer sex. Yes, I think I’ll stick to my own duties and leave that part of siring an heir to them.” He raised the glass that was brought to him. “To the three of you.”