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it took too long for you to call back and normally I would just forget that except for the fact it was my birthday my fucking birthday !

an independent, private, selective multi-muse roleplay blog for both canon and original characters. featured fandoms include harry potter (anti-jkr), glee, the vampire diaries, and more !! penned by berry. previously at pctentialbreakupsong (et al). 21+. minors and personals do not interact.

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"Never take advice from someone who's falling apart."

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"is draco alive ? is he in the castle ?" "yes." ". . .he is dead!"

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It felt strange, being here without sisters. They both graduated, leaving her behind with the group of friends that they left behind. Her hair was clipped back into a neat up do as she made her way through the courtyard -- settling down in a small patch of sunshine. A sigh fell past her lips, reaching up to pull her hair down from the clip it was in and letting her long blonde locks fall onto her shoulders. She should be working on an essay, but the sun had been far too inviting to care.

Her eyebrows rose when she felt the flower settle on her lap, opening up her eyes and looking over her shoulder to see him moving toward her. "I bet you say that to all of witches you're trying to court." She took the flower into the palm of her hand and examines it -- and despite her best effort, a smile tugged on the corners of her lips. "Your Transfiguration could use some work." Her eyes turned back to him and she raised her eyebrows. "I could help you, you know. With your Transfiguration."

~ @mctherslove || Liked for a Lucius starter || Hogwarts Era

Eyes watched Narcissa as she moved across the courtyard, Lucius's lips curving into a faint smile. He found her to be one of the most fascinating women he'd ever met. Probably because she didn't pander to him and he quite enjoyed it. Lucius was looking for someone who challenged him, someone who stimulated him physically and mentally. He found most people to be dull but Narcissa - She was intoxicating.

"Bring these back to the dorm -" He muttered as he stood from the bench. The two nervous second years nodded, scrambling to pack his parchments and books away, fearing disappointing the man that they spent most of their time simpering over. Waving his wand he transfigured a scrap of paper into a flower, sending it floating down onto Narcissa's lap as he walked towards her. "It's not quite as beautiful as you but it'll have to do for now."

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LITTLE WOMEN (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

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@pcraspcra liked for a starter !!

"bella, i'm bored. please tell me you have something more interesting for me to do other than finishing this boring potions essay. i don't know why we have to write essays for potions, but slughorn insists."

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an independent, private, selective multimuse writing blog for both canon and original characters. featured fandoms include harry potter (anti-jkr), glee, the vampire diaries, and more !! penned by berry.

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Trembling fingers clutched at his collar, desperate to hold him close and keep him as close as she could. She inhaled sharply and could only nod when he mentioned going some place quiet. Her fingers gripped onto his arm as they moved through their home, a place that didn’t feel safe anymore. His words echoed through her head — his simple I’m here grounding her enough to keep herself from bawling and showing how truly terrified she was. There were times when she had been without him, but never longer than maybe a few weeks. The year without him felt like an eternity.

When they’re alone, tears spill from her eyes down onto her cheeks, shaking her head. “No — no. They talk but there’s never been anything done.” She turns her head and looks over her shoulder, a habit of hers since their home had become the headquarters for the death eaters. “He’s at school,” she looked back at him, her hands turning to grip onto his wrists and taking a step toward him, “He took the mark. They — he was sent to kill Dumbledore and I — I knew they would kill him if he couldn’t do it.” Her words are hushed, trying to catch him up on everything that he had missed. “Severus made an unbreakable vow with me to do it if Draco couldn’t — I didn’t know what else to do to keep him safe, Lucius.” Her voice was trembling, her fingers gripping onto his wrists as if she were to let go, he was going to disappear again. Tears began to ran freely down her cheeks, jumping at a loud noise outside of their bedroom from someone knocking things over. “I didn’t know what else to do. Potter hasn’t returned to school, and neither have his two friends. I — I’m sorry.” She brings her hand up to cover her lips to muffle the sob that escaped.

Lucius stepped over the man who'd been threatening Narcissa, aiming a kick to the groin for good measure. "Speak to my wife like that again and it'll be your life next time." The words growled out before he turned, arms enveloping her in a tight embrace. "I'm here -" There was a softness to his voice that only ever seemed to come out when speaking with Narcissa, his fingers curling into her dress and grasping her close to him. Azkaban had changed him. His features had become sunken, hair cut shorter and a hollowness in his eyes that suggested he'd been beaten into submission.

"Come - We'll talk elsewhere." He took her hand, leading her away from prying eyes and down towards their bedroom. Lucius couldn't be sure if there was any part of Malfoy Manor that was safe from people overhearing them. It had become closed in. Death Eaters roaming the corridors, people everywhere. It had shocked him when he'd walked through the doors, seeing the difference in the home that he'd spent his life looking after. "They haven't hurt you, have they?" Eyes inspected Narcissa once they were safely enclosed in their bedroom, hands grasping at her wrists. "And Draco - Where is he?"

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“He’s a fool, and we can agree on that. But I hate the thought of Draco being so far away.” She watched as he added whiskey to his tea, sighing softly and bringing her own cup to her lips to take a long drink from it — just nodding in response. “I’ll write and ask about any new friends, and warn him to not make friends with Potter.” A smile tugs on the corners of her lips, shifting so her foot can brush against his calf — her head tilting to the side. “Have I ever been anything but doting, my darling husband?” She lets out a soft sigh, tucking her hair behind her ear and she shook her head. “He has enough books that he has to read, Lucius. We should go out — get some treats for him to enjoy. Have some time just the two of us.” She reaches over, her hand resting on his cheek and brushing her thumb along his cheek. “It feels like ages since we’ve been able to do anything.”

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"Barely - That fool, Dumbledore, would let anyone into that school. I swear - How they keep letting him run the place, I'll never know. It's gone to the dogs." Wand lifted to summon a bottle of whiskey, tilting it to drop some into his tea before returning it to the cupboard. He stirred it before taking a drink, thinking. "I don't know." It was the truth. He couldn't be sure what this would mean. "We'll have to be careful. I don't want our son getting close to him. Draco could be lured in by the appeal of having a famous friend so we'll have to be firm with him that Harry Potter is not someone worth knowing. We don't know if a situation might pop up again." Meaning the full return of the Dark Lord. "So we'll just have to wait and see." His lips twitched ever so slightly. "Doting on your husband? Narcissa, I'd hate to put you out." There was a playfulness in his expression that was solely reserved for his wife. "I left some books on my desk in the study, send those to him. It'll keep him busy."

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She’s trying. She’s so desperately trying to understand. Biting her tongue and not allowing her prejudiced statements roll off of her tongue and spit them at the girl — out of respect for Draco and his request for her to behave. Their conversation about their relationship was hours long — there were tears from her end. Even with her view points, she could see the happiness radiating off of Draco — the first time she’s ever seen him radiate in that way. Despite her own opinions, the girl is special to her son — and she wants to be involved with his life, even if that means having to put up with the likes of her.

“I know, he told me.” Hermione’s words earlier are flung back at her — as if to remind her that they also talk, despite how strained things are between them. “It’s why I invited you here.” She’s yet to speak to Lucius about it — a promise to her son but knowing that her husband is going to start asking questions. She watches and listens quietly, calculating eyes watching her. Her hands remain neatly folded on the table. Nothing she’s asking for is terribly out of line — some of them were things thar Draco had already spoke to her about.

She shifts in her seat, offering the waitress a smile and a nod before lifting the cup up to her lips and taking a sip. She keeps her cup in her hands, to keep them busy to make herself seem less threatening. “So long as you don’t speak poorly about me to him, then I’ll keep up my end.” She’s had to bite her tongue this entire time — behaving. She takes another sip, shifting in her seat. “Despite—” she stops, deciding to change her sentence after she started, “I just want him to be happy. If you do something to change that, then we’ll have a problem.”

HERMIONE FOLLOWS SUIT AND ORDERS A TEA, NOT WANTING TO DRAW THIS OUT ANY LONGER THAN SHE NEEDED TO WITH HAVING A MEAL. At least this way she gives herself an out as big as a pot of tea, and if things got especially hairy? She'd simply scald her tongue on the boiling water and get Draco to mix her up a soothing potion later. Once the waitress is gone, Hermione returns her attention to Narcissa, the instincts that remained in a post-war world ensuring she notices the return of hands to the tabletop. Did she think that Narcissa was going to curse her right here, in front of a dozen people? No. But she's been like this for years. On edge, jumping at shadows, dissolving into a panic attack at the sound of a car backfiring.

And Hermione is hyperaware that the stress that threatened to break her at such a young age is because of people like Narcissa. People with hate so strong in their hearts that they murdered and tortured innocent people. It's a thought that rears anger and so she squashes it down. She becomes a tad unreasonable when she's mad.

"I don't think we need to see each other any more than what's absolutely necessary," it probably didn't need to be said aloud, but best to get it all on the table. "Draco and I have been speaking about moving in together. It'll probably happen within the next couple of months and when it does, I'd appreciate it if you could owl ahead if you're planning to visit him," so she can make herself scarce.

She clears her throat and shifts in her seat, trying her best to get not come across nasty or unpleasant, to just state what she's comfortable with and go from there. "And... if you could refrain from speaking poorly of my blood status to Draco. Not for me. I honestly couldn't care less what you think of me," she's proud of who she is and who her parents are. "It's for him. He loves you, and he wants to believe that you can change and accept this," and she is fiercely protective of the people that she loves. Even if she has to protect him from being disappointed by his own mother. "I don't want him to be let down."

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His tone sent a shiver down her spine, how deep and raspy his tone got from just looking at her. She would never tire of the way he looked at her — especially in moments like these. The way he looked at her like he wanted to devour every piece of her never failed to captivate her. She tipped her head to the side, exposing more of her flesh to him while her nimble fingers worked at the buttons that kept her fingers from exploring his flesh that she felt so desperate to touch — and pushing the fabric away so her sharp, painted nails could scrape along his flesh. She gasps audibly when his hand finds her breast, her back arching into his touch as his fingers move over the sensitive peak of her breast.

One of her hands moved to tangle into his blond locks, and a whimper echoed through the room as his lips replace his fingers — her nails scraping against his scalp. She looked down at him, watching him too intently to notice his hand moving across her stomach. A gasp echoed through the room when she finally feels his hand against her aching and dripping core — whining softly at the way his fingers tease her. Only her husband could reduce her to making such pathetic and desperate noises. Her hips moved to their own accord, rocking down against his hand as his fingers found her clit. Her fingers fumbled with the last few buttons on his shirt — pushing the fabric open to expose his flesh to her. Manicured fingers move over it — touching him with a hint of desperation because she couldn’t remember the last time they had the time to explore each other in such a way.

Nails bit into his skin just above his naval as his fingers sink into her, his name breathed from her lips as his slow and antagonizing pace does little to scratch that itch of desire pooling in the pit of her stomach. Nimble fingers worked to tug his shirt free then works on the buckle of the god-forsaken belt on his trousers. His tone sent a shiver down her spine, and she bit hard on her lower lip to muffle the cry of pleasure at the way his fingers move and the tug on her hair — forcing her head back and exposing more of the flesh on her neck to him. “It’s never enough.” Her words came out in a breathy moan as she rocked her hips down against his hand — her core aching and dripping with desire and begging for more. Her fingers finally finished working on the buckle. Her hands slid back up his chest, tilting her head down to look at him once more while her finger curls under his chin while her other gently gripped onto the front of his throat. “Don’t make me beg.”

She leans down to capture his lips with her own, shifting so she’s hovering over his lap. Her hand that curled under his chin slid back down his chest — moving down between them and brushing her fingers along the zipper of his trousers. She pulled away from their kiss — a smirk on her lips.

Eyes half-lidded as he watches her, and he knew, as he had known the first time they had been together, that he would never tire from watching her. The dress falls onto the wooden floors, becoming one with the round carpet and it is quickly forgotten as his eyes roam the exposed skin. Inhaling, Lucius does not move, wanting to see what she does, too mesmerized by how beautiful her blond hair looks with the light of the fire behind her, or how the shadows move around her fair skin. He lets her guide his hand, and move her own.

“ You are far too benevolent wife, allowing me so much. ” His voice is an octave deeper and hushed, as his fingers dig into the flesh at her hip, pulling her flush against him. “ I know how you like to watch, and I like watching you. ” It’s like they’re sharing secrets and anyone could overhear, Lucius kisses her jaw, and then moves down her neck, peppering light kisses before he bites at the skin of her shoulder. His other hand glued to her outside, moves up over the curve of her waist until it finds her breast.

His thumb moves across the nipple, and for a moment he can’t look away, he has been transfixed, but the moment passes quickly as he replaces his finger with his mouth. Pulling as much of the flesh in his mouth to suck before letting go with a pop, a trail of saliva connecting his lips to her breast. There is no need to rush, so he takes his time, licking, kissing, and biting, before he moves to the other breast and spends just as much time, content to press his lips against every bit of her skin that he can. His left hand is still at her hip, but the right hand wants more, so it moves down her stomach before he moves his fingers slowly across her front, over her knickers.

Taking his time, he moves two fingers up and down with minimal pressure for a while, and then he pushes in against the silken fabric, going deeper, but not deep enough. Pulling the underwear to the side, his lips still taking their devoting time on her breasts, he moves his fingers through her soaked folds, from nub to entrance and then he pushes them inside, leaving his thumb to slowly make circling motions around her clit. The fingers arch so that he can find that specific spot where her breathing always gets heavier and breathier.

His pace is slow at first, in and out, but he knows that she doesn’t want slow or gentle, and this way he is punishing himself as much as he is punishing her. The prolonged promise of full satisfaction is what they both desire. “ Are my fingers enough to fuck yourself on? ” His other hand had moved to the back of her hand, fingers tangling in long soft hair before he tugged, his pace now going faster, and he changed the movement of his thumb to go up and down. Still, it isn’t enough, he knows, but it is so enjoyable to have her soaking his hand.

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“That’s enough, Draco,” her tone was firm as she snapped at him — a tone she rarely used on him and almost immediately regretted. She cleared her throat, smoothing down her robes and tugging at her sleeves. “You’re a child who doesn’t need to worry yourself about these things. You should be worrying about girls — or boys,” she flicked a piece of her blonde curls from her face, “Ask again and I won’t get you that new broom or the cufflinks you mentioned.” At least, not in front of him — perhaps as a gift later. She helped with his cloak, not catching the hesitation on her son’s eyes as she adjusted the cloak and picked off stray lint and anything that made him appear to be anything less than pristine. “I’ll speak to her mother.” She reaches up, moving some of his hair back into place before she cups both of his cheeks. “I want nothing less than the best for my boy,” she practically coo’s, a smile on her lips, “We can find you a nice pureblooded person whenever you’re ready.”

"Yes but why isn't it of concern to me?" Draco needled, knowing that she most certainly wouldn't be telling him. He loved his mother, however sometimes he wished she would be less protective. He wasn't an idiot. He knew that his father was involved in something big. He wanted to follow in his footsteps. "She's fine." He grumbled, eyes rolling ever so slightly. "She's just always there. She won't leave me alone." He reached for his cloak, wrapping it around his shoulders. There was a momentary hesitation, Draco stopping for a moment before shaking his head. "That's irrelevant, I just want Pansy to leave me alone. Besides, don't you think I deserve someone better?"

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I'm a sucker for a fucked up relationships. It's about that unhinged obsession. Limitless devotion. Love to the point of destruction.

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❝ i can’t say no to you. and it’s just not fair. ❞ - @dwindlingambition

A laugh rang out from her lips, manicured fingers tapping on the glass she held in her hand as she arched an eye at the man. She smirked behind her glass, bringing it up to take a long drink from it — calculating eyes moving along his face and gauging his reaction. She set her glass down, blonde curls falling into her face as she leaned toward him.

“Darling,” she purred, a smirk tugging on the corners of her painted lips, “everyone has a hard time telling me no.”

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“Unfortunately.”

It wasn’t unusual for a lingering hand on her lower back, or to have men lean in and mutter something in her ear. She didn’t mind it. It was all part of her role in the games they played. The men in power wanted things they couldn’t have — most of them married themselves trying to toe the line, push the boundaries of the other powerful man who had graciously invited them into his home. They were always seemingly innocent gestures — a hand on her lower back as they leaned in to speak with her, a gentle grip on the elbow to get her attention. Gestures that appeared innocent, but caused glances and glares in her direction from the women they had brought with them those evenings. She always moved away from the touch, redirecting her attention to said women. It was how she found the cracks in their foundations — how she used just simply existing to get subtle information that turned into much larger information from their wives when Narcissa apologized for their husbands doings. It got the wives to talk, to trust she wasn’t out to steal their husbands from them — and she barely had to lift a finger to do it.

“However you see fit to punish them, my love.” There was a smirk against his flesh, before a soft gasp filled the air when his fingers found her golden trellises and tugged her head back for their eyes to meet. The warmth in his smile caused her own to grow, her hand moving to rest on his jaw at the gentle kiss placed upon her lips. “Watch. Assist. So long as my hands don’t get too dirty,” her lips returned to worshipping his flesh, “But you know how much I love watching.” Her grin grew when he pulled her close aa her tongue darting out to wet her painted lips and lifting her head to look at him once more — listening to his requests.

A low hum fell past her lips as she removed herself from him for a moment so she could change her position on his lap. Her silk skirt from her dress pooled at her hips while her nylon covered legs straddled his lap — revealing the previously mentioned garters that kept the stockings on her legs. She easily settled back down onto him, guiding his hand to it’s previous position on her hip and then draping her arms lazily over his shoulders. She craved this just as much as he had — between having to parent and with him being gone, she missed him. Missed their connection — in more ways than one.

“I’ll allow it,” she breathed, resting her forehead against his — and hoping that didn’t sound as desperate as she felt, “Where ever and however you’d like.” One hand tangled itself within his locks while the other moved down his neck to his chest to slowly work on the buttons of his shirt. “You have my permission.” He always did — but him asking never ceased to amaze her. It was then she caved — tipping her head to close the distance between them once more and capturing his lips with her own.

How treacherous his body felt, unable to decide whether it wanted to angle itself towards where her hands touched or to hurridly seek the warmth of her lips and their delicious temptation. But he could have both, he would have all of what she wanted to give, and all that he wanted…needed to take. “ Some touched? ” A smile that gave away coldness and a blatant yearning to hunt and hurt those undeserving to step over the threshold of their home. Their invitation there was to be useful, to be used. Nothing more. And yet some were as dumb as they were useless. There were a few that he would need to be a bit more delicate with, and others that he could enjoy breaking.

“ You can tell me what you want me to do to them? Do you want to watch? ” Moved the hand that had not been slowly moving under the layers of her dress, long fingers inching into silken hair before he grabbed, enough to make her look at him. A more genuine smile, a peck on the lips before he dropped his hand back against the couch, and his fingers soothed where he had tugged before moving down her back. For a moment he listened, eyes closing as her lips moved down his neck. The way his body responded was instantaneous, pulling her firmer against him, his hand now gripping her hip.

“ You can go shopping, buy whatever you need. What I want to do… besides not having to think about the sycophants from the Ministry, is to get you out of this dress. Leave the jewels, but just them…and maybe your garters. I need you, now. Will you allow me that wife? ” It was their little game, their little dance. It wasn’t always the same. At times it was far quicker and more aggressive. Less talking, just bodies colliding, sweat, and moans. After Draco was born, their first few times had been slow, and unhurried. But soon both of them demanded more.

And yet, on nights like these. Alone, and draped over each other, they played…to see who would break first, who would lose control first, who had the upper hand? It had been a while, there was never time, there were too many functions, too many obligations, and both of them too tired to really spend time around each other, but tonight was different, and he was determined that was how it was going to be over the weekend.