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Sneak-peak from the newest chapter of my Red Dead Redemption II fic! First meeting of Mary and Arthur. You can check previous chapters here 💖

Oh, Mary remembered that day with vivid clarity, every detail.  She was staying with Aunt Joan in her estate in West Elizabeth then. Mary came there at her invitation, gladly leaving her parents down south. It was a bright, windy morning in mid-January when she entered a parlour with a book in her hand, only to see her aunt and a man she did not know bending over a map. 

*” The shipment will be most vulnerable here…,” Aunt Joan pointed something. “It is crucial to secure it…” 

“No worries, ma’am.” The man cleared his throat, “All this nonsense should be settled before Sunday…”

“Ah, Mary, dear, please meet our guest...” Aunt Joan beamed when she finally noticed her standing speechless in the parlour, “Now, mister Morgan, please let me introduce my niece to you…,” 

The man turned towards her, his face hidden in the shadow of his hat, but a second later, he looked at her - Mary felt her heart stop for a moment. She drowned in his eyes - blue like the crystalline waters, like the sky over the endless prairie - bright, shining eyes with this feisty gleam in them she had never seen in her entire life. These were the eyes of a man who knew life already, but there was also warmth and kindness in them - suddenly - Mary thought he would be the only one she would ever want. She felt as if the electric static ran through her veins - she was tense, nervous suddenly, her heart pounding like crazy in her breast. 

Mary’s eyes glided through his clean-shaven cheeks and sharp jawline, broad shoulders and chest, and then down towards his hips and legs. His flannel shirt casually unbuttoned at his neck, rivet-reinforced denim pants only brought in his physical features. He was tall as a bloody tree, lean and athletic - she had never seen someone like this before. Mary was a wealthy Southerner - she was surrounded either by Confederate fools unable to accept the new reality or by boring businessmen - interested only in occasional scandals and the smooth flow of cash. The man standing before her was different - there was something about him - something sharp and raw like the harsh, western wind, but there was a flame underneath that needed only a spark to flare up. 

“Arthur Morgan. Ma’am, miss.” He tipped his hat, “I need to go.”*  

*“De-delighted,” She stammered after a second that seemed like an eternity to her, “Mary Gillis.”

As he passed next to her, she felt his scent - the musky, spicy scent of his shaving soap mixed with the smell of leather and gunpowder - this scent made her head spin. From that moment, Mary had never thought about any man other than Arthur Morgan. 

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Chapter 3 of my Red Dead Redemption fic! You can read it here 💓

Abigail didn't want to hear about bounty hunting or working as a hired gun, so John bounded to her will and found a job as a farmhand. Back then he didn't know anything about farming and ranching. It was hard. Hard and monotonous, terribly boring and numbing his senses. He has been working from dusk to dawn, building fences, carrying hay and heavy sacks, feeding animals, grooming them, shoveling manure - all this in full sun. He was making five dollars per week . It was humiliating. John hasn't been used to something like this. Money always came easy before. Lots of money, and John liked to spend it. He appreciated silk and thick flannel, wool and cotton, expensive leather, custom-made guns and rifles, imported colognes - and he changed all this for being a farmhand in a cheap worker's suit.

He was coming home after sixteen hours of grinding, stinking of sweat and horse shit, dreaming only of a bath and a good night's sleep. Abigail and he barely talked; John didn't even remember when they had sex for the last time. She was constantly discontent and frustrated - she criticized him at every chance she could. It didn't matter what he did - everything was wrong. When John tried to talk to her, Abigail just turned him down, as if pretending that nothing had happened. As if John losing Arthur wasn't such a big deal.

John didn't have anyone to turn to, nobody to talk to - he had to process everything all by himself. The awareness that had left Arthur to die on this mountain was a burden he carried over his shoulders every day. It didn't matter to him that Arthur saved him - that he gave his life for John's safety and wellbeing. It's been ten years, and John still remembered every detail, each word Arthur said to him in 1899. How he put his hat on John's head, gave him his bag and silver colts, keeping only his favourite Winchester.

*We ain't both gonna make it… Go, now. I'll hold them off. It would mean… A lot to me… Go to your family. Get out of here and be a goddamn man!*

It was cold; heavy rain poured from the black sky that hung low over their heads. John was looking at Arthur with his voice stuck in his throat. Marston knew that Arthur was dying and that his last wish was to give him a chance for a better life, but he didn't care. He wanted to stop him, he didn't want to lose him now. Arthur was his family, John wasn't ready for this to happen so soon.

*"You're my brother, Arthur."

*"I know."

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If you write for arthur morgan and john marston from red dead redemption 2, would you kindly reblog this so i can check out your works/follow? I am starving for john fics lmao

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Chapter 2 of my Red Dead Redemption fic! You can read it here 💓

"My friend told me a long time ago that revenge was a fool's game, but it doesn't apply to you," Arthur drew the hammer and pulled a trigger, "See you in Hell, Hunter."

He watched as if in slow motion expression on Calhoun's face, the sudden fear in his eyes, while the bullet pierced his skull. For the first time, Arthur had no doubts about taking someone else's life. What he did felt right; the satisfaction was almost indescribable.

*You had it coming, you son of a bitch,*

"What the fuck, Arthur?" John dismounted his horse and looked at the puddle of blood forming on the ground. He had never seen his brother like this. Arthur was always calm, cold headed, he rarely lost his temper and composure. Now, John could almost feel the anger and contempt radiating from him, and the flame of hatred in Arthur's eyes genuinely terrified him. "Are you, erm… Are you ok?"

"Move, kid," Arthur passed next to him, taking off his coat, completely ignoring the speechless Hosea and Dutch standing nearby, "Miss Grimshaw, please move away!"

He pushed Susan off and kneeled next to Mary, throwing away Johnny's jacket.

"Mary, please, wake up, it is over, it is all over now darling…," he stuttered and covered her with his coat, "I'm so sorry, Marry, please, please open your eyes…,"

"Jesus, what happened here…,"

"Not now, John." Dutch hissed, "Give them some space…,"

"She needs water," Susan stated, "Here, take this…,"

"Arthur?" Mary muttered and looked at him with her large, almond-shaped eyes, "Oh Arthur, are you alright? What did they do to you…,"

"It's nothing, I'm fine, Mary," his voice shivered heavily as he pressed her tightly against his chest, "You're safe now, no one will touch you ever again…, "

"I will… I will change from this and… And we will leave, right?" Mary sobbed, "I am almost packed, I have to…,"

"Mary, Mary, please, listen to me," Arthur said and felt tears flooding his eyes against his will, "You can't go with me."

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Excerpt from my newest Red Dead Redemption 2 fic! You can read it here 💓

"Am I a joke to you?" He said after a while, "You told me to go to hell because I ain't good enough for you, remember?" Arthur gritted his teeth, "Your whole family hated me, and now you're sayin' you want to run away with me? Get on your horse, Mary, and go back home, alright. It's gonna be better for everyone."

"I know I hurt you," she said after a while, not looking at him, "I should never have done what I've done, but it already happened, and I can't change the past, Arthur. I want to go with you." She repeated, "I can't marry that man!" 

"Why not?" 

For a brief moment, she didn't know what to say. She had already wasted five years of her life - five painful years without Arthur Morgan - without the sound of his voice - without his smile, scent, and touch. Mary didn't want a life Barry Linton could have given her. She didn't want to be with him in the first place. Although Barry was a nice, decent man, he was soft. He could barely use a gun and ride a horse; he agreed to anything Mary said as if he was grateful to her for noticing him. He already was slightly overweight; his white, delicate skin became pink when he stayed too long in the sun, making him look like a lost piglet. Mary didn't want to think about him like this, Mr Linton didn't deserve it, but it was stronger than her. He was just a boring, provincial businessman - interested in cattle breeds, stock market, and westward expansion. Mary and Barry - even their names sounded stupid when posed next to each other. When she was looking at him, she felt nothing. No hate, no contempt, no love, no desire - nothing at all. At the mere thought of spending her whole life by his side, bearing his children, Mary felt sick. He was nothing when compared to Arthur.

Arthur was fun. He was just pure fun; he laughed a lot; he joked, and they always had something to talk about. Although he did not have a formal education, he was witty and charismatic. Arthur enjoyed reading, being just curious about the world surrounding him. He appreciated life and its small pleasures, like the beautiful sunrise or swimming in the lake in the moonlight. Mary loved how strong he was. His mastery of gunslinging and horseback riding truly astonished her. He was a true frontier man, tough and silent, but there was also kindness, buried deep inside him. No one looked at her as Arthur did. Mary just stood in front of him, studying his white shirt and black vest, his casually unbuttoned, double-breasted coat exposing a silver colt on his hip. He was already a grown man, but there was still this boyishness in his smile, flickering in the corners of his lips. Mary was looking at the man she loved with all her heart, and finally, she had an answer to his question.

"Because he isn't you."

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Excerpt from my newest fic. Narcissa does not feel attractive while pregnant, Lucius has to reassure her about her beauty and his feelings towards her. You can read it here ❣️

Sexually explicit content!

Nothing fitted her. Narcissa felt horrible in her clothing, especially in elegant dresses and gowns; she felt like an elephant at Lucius's arm. Contrary to her, her husband was still his usual, handsome, and charming self. Narcissa saw how other women looked at him, and it was driving her mad. Lucius, however, ignored them completely, and Narcissa couldn't understand why he was so proud of her; why he looked at her like that when she was enormously big and fat, clumsy, and swollen. 

She was ashamed to undress in front of his eyes; she was ashamed of the stretch marks that appeared on her belly; she was ashamed of her clumsiness and limited physical abilities. Narcissa felt too big to be able to make love to him; she was afraid Lucius would not like her body in the shape it was now. She was scared of how he would react to the fact that they cannot fuck in their favourite positions. She wanted to talk to him about this, but every time she tried to do it - she just wasn't able to. Cissy felt stupid and irrational for thinking that, but it was too strong for her to overcome. The fact that Lucius was very rarely at home wasn't helping either. 

Each time she wanted to talk to him, he had to leave. When he came home in the evenings, he usually was tired and wanted his cigar and whisky - Narcissa did not want to upset him, so she kept all her doubts to herself. Lucius had a lot on his plate right now, with the French delegation arriving in a week, Dark Lord constantly pestering about this stupid prophecy in the Department of Mysteries and this absurd vote concerning muggles' rights. Narcissa understood that he had been under a lot of pressure, but she also needed him and recently felt alone and deserted. 

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Sneak-peak from my newest dramione fic; this is how I imagine Narcissa Black Malfoy.

"Hermione laughed nervously; she thought against her will that Narcissa must have been one of the most beautiful women of her age. Despite her 49 years old she looked stunning. Tall and slim, with alabaster skin, large, emerald eyes, and waist long, golden hair she made Hermione think of pre-raphaelites' paintings. There was some kind of strength in Narcissa, some kind of ancient power that brought to mind Medea and Morgan Le Fay. Hermione thought suddenly that she never would have wanted to see what Draco's mother was capable of when this power was unleashed."

Painting: "Vanity," by Frank Cadogan

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Part 3 of "Hidden Need'" you can read it on ao3 💓

"Have you been engaged to Cissy's mother, father?"

"Who told you?" Abraxas stopped smiling and lit up a cigarette, "Doesn't matter, you would have found out eventually…,"

"Cygnus told Narcissa; and then told her he never wanted her to marry me because I am much like you," Lucius looked his father straight in the eye, "What have you done to them?"

"Of course, Lucius, you are much like me, you are my son, my flesh and blood," there was pride in Abraxas's voice, "Ah Cygnus, after all these years…,"

"Father, tell me, please."

"I loved Druella, Lucius. I just was too stupid to understand it. I asked her to marry me, but then I got scared; I wanted to live a little, thought that I was too young for marriage…," Abraxas wasn't looking at him, "Thoughts I presume you never had when you met Narcissa. I broke up with Druella and left England like a coward. Later I found out she was pregnant with my child; a child she lost when I broke off our engagement…,"

Lucius didn't know what to say. He regretted asking his father about this. These memories were painful and difficult; Lucius has never seen his father so moved, distraught. He couldn't even imagine what he must have gone through when he found out about Druella's miscarriage.

"I am so sorry, father," he whispered, "I shouldn't have…,"

"No, Lucius, you have the right to know. When I came back from France, it was already too late. Cygnus took care of her, and for this, I would be eternally grateful to him. Druella didn't want to see me, and I don't blame her. I honestly had difficulties looking in the mirror. She sent me a letter, which was more than I could have expected." Abraxas wiped a tear running down his cheek; Lucius pretended not to see it, "After a few years, I met your mother and… Well, I decided to marry her. She was witty, charming, and damn - she was beautiful. Ollivanders were at the top back in the forties, so my parents accepted my choice…, I do not blame Cygnus for what he said to you; he loves his daughters, and Narcissa always has been his favourite…, But you are a better man than me, Lucius. I am very proud of you."

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Dear Sirius

This is the letter that Sirius recieved in May, 2013. After a lawyer announced him and Regulus that Alphard had passed away in Rome.

May 13th, 2013, Rome, Italy.

Dear Sirius:

I know you probably hate me at the moment. For lying to you, and not tell you the truth. Like I said, I was a coward the majority of my life. But here it goes, the truth. You deserve to know it. And I know you won't judge me.

I followed Cygnus everywhere like a little puppy, I always did what he said. I followed my parents' rules and beliefs without question.

My life changed when I was fourteen. I met a boy at Hogwarts. Ranjit Bakshi. What a name, ha? He was three years older than me. He was a Gryffindor. He was adventurous and rebellious. He smoked weed.

Ranjit was everything that my parents despised. I fell completely in love with him.

He didn't reciprocate though. But he changed my way of seeing things. He showed me how to enjoy life. I learned to live life instead of just passing through it, like a ghost.

Ranjit graduated and I never saw him again. But I promised to myself, I would enjoy life in his honor. I would not let my parents or Cygnus tell me what to do.

But I didn't face them. I pretended to be the perfect son. I pretended to be the perfect catholic. When I wasn't. I heard insults about people like me, and I didn't do anything. I invented an excuse every time my mother asked why I haven't found a woman to marry.

I was very much a homosexual.

I watched my parents be unfair to your mother. Just because she was a girl. And I let them. I didn't help her avoid her destiny. A destiny with Orion she didn't want.

You remind me of her. I know you probably would hate to hear this but it is true. Walburga used to be a rebel. Walburga used to speak up and face my parents all the time. You got her temper. (I enclose a picture so you can see)

I know you don't believe this. You only saw one side of your mother. She let Orion change her. She let my parents change her. Walburga turned out to be the "perfect girl" that everyone wanted. Please don't let that happen to you. I'm not justifying my sister's actions. She surely wasn't nice to you. And it is not your fault everything that happened to her. I'm telling you this so you can learn from her mistakes. I've learned from my mistakes too. The life that I had drove me to my death. I was diagnosed with HIV/AIDS. I knew that when I said goodbye to you. And I ran away like a coward. I was afraid of the consequences. I was afraid of The Blacks finding out about my sexuality and my sex life. I don't regret it, though. I love sex. I love parties. I love to enjoy life. I rather had lived this life than the one my parents wanted for me. And I loved being rich, so I couldn't afford getting disowned. That's the only thing I regret, not being brave enough to tell everyone the truth. I came to Rome to find Ranjit. Like I promised I would 34 years ago. I am glad to inform you that I found him. He got married, and had children to my surprise. His wife died a few years ago. We've been trying to reconnect. At least, he remembered me. And I realized, Sirius, he is the only person that I loved. I'm happy to spend my last days with him. I hope you find someone that makes you happy. Whoever it is. Don't be afraid. Loving is beautiful. I know I always said I was a free spirit. But the truth is that I wished I would've had a special relationship with someone. Well, with Ranjit. Please Sirius, don't wait to have a terminal disease to let yourself love. (I hope you don't have a terminal disease). I'm glad that you are better than all of them. That you would have opened your own path. I am happy that you have people that love you. I hope you will be happy. You deserve that. I've distributed my fortune between you, Andromeda and Regulus. (Yes, I left a part to him too). Maybe give Regulus a chance. Perhaps he feels trapped and doesn't know how to confront his parents, like myself. Anyway, I hope you use the money wisely. And I also leave you my apartment in London. Make it your home, bring lovers, friends there. Have parties. Have adventures. And take care of yourself. Don't end up like me. You are better than this. I wish you would remember me with a smile on your face. I wish you would remember me as your cool uncle. As part of your family. I never wanted children. But I loved you like my son. And of that I have no doubt. Have a nice life, kid. Love, Your Uncle Alphard.

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Chapter 2 of "Hidden Need." You can read it on ao3 💞

"Narcissa, listen to me carefully," Cygnus took her hand and looked her straight in the eye, "If something is not right, if he hurt you, I will do everything I can to help you... We can get you a divorce; it won't be easy but…,"

"What are you talking about, daddy?" Narcissa asked sharply, "Are you out of your mind?! "

"Cissy, you can be honest with me; if you are not happy…,"

"Daddy, he loves me! I love him! More than anything! This marriage is the best that has ever happened to me!"

Cygnus wasn't looking at her. For a long moment, he was silent; Narcissa didn't know what to think about it. Her father always seemed to like Lucius; they both liked fencing; twice a week they met at the Knickerbocker - Cygnus had never given the impression he had anything against his son in law.

"I will be honest with you, Cissy," Cygnus lit up a cigarette.

"You shouldn't be smoking, daddy…,"

"I never wanted you to marry him."

"What are you talking about?" Narcissa gasped, "Why?!"

"Because he is just like his father!" Cygnus exclaimed, he still wasn't looking at his daughter, "I observed him closely, I knew he was a possible match for you, and I never wanted you to marry him! He is a playboy, a womanizer; I knew he would hurt you…,"

"Father, I know all this! He told me everything!" Narcissa growled, "Don't look at me like that; we talked about this! Yes, I was a bit overwhelmed at first, but since he met me, Lucius hadn't been with another woman!"

"And you believe him?"

"Yes, I do believe him, daddy, he is my husband! I have no reason not to believe him! He loves me; he respects me; he is everything to me, father!" Narcissa was almost shouting - she was confused and angry - she didn't understand what was going on. "True, he is very much like his father, they like the same things, they even have a similar tone of voice, they both are left-handed, but Lucius truly loves me, he would never hurt me! What is this all about, daddy? I thought you and Abraxas were friends!"

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Excerpt from my newest story, "Hidden Need:" you can read it on ao3 💓

"Good morning, darling," Narcissa cleared her throat and sat in front of her husband. "Where were you last night?"

"Why do you ask?" He didn't even look at her.

"You haven't told me; I'd like to know what was going on…,"

"This is not your concern, darling. I do not have to inform you about everything I do." Lucius's voice was steel cold, Narcissa shivered against her will; maids that usually assisted during the breakfast exchanged concerned looks. Lucius had never used this tone during conversations with his wife.

"Are you busy tonight?" Narcissa's voice shivered slightly, "I thought maybe…,'

"I am going out tonight," he cut in swiftly and folded the paper in half, "Don't wait for me."

"Did something happen, Lucius?" Narcissa decided to ask straight forward, "Why are you so upset?"

"I don't know, you tell me," He said and finally looked at her; his grey eyes were ice-cold, "Is there anything you'd like to say to me?"

"No, I…"

"Leave us," Lucius growled; the maids curtsied and left the dining room in a hurry,

"Congratulations on your scholarship, Narcissa."

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Ok Hades is an eternal crush

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Part 2 of "Uncertitude"

You can find it on ao3 💞

Ronald Weasley joined the Wizarding Chess Federation. For the first few months, he played fiercely with all members of the lower ranks, honing his technique and getting back into shape. After a few years of hiatus, his skills got a bit rusty but that only motivated him to increase the number of training sessions. Hermione was smiling under her breath when she glanced surreptitiously as Ron was playing chess, as he made notes concerning tactics and technique. She smiled at him as he told her how he was promoted in the Federation's hierarchy, how he started winning again and stopped losing. They were already married for a few weeks and thought about buying a larger apartment. Finally, their financial situation was stable and they did not have to worry about money. They visited friends and acquaintances, left London for weekends. Hermione introduced him to various Muggle pastimes - Ron especially liked the movies. So they went to the cinema; to multiplexes and arthouse cinemas, to box office hits and little-known alternative images. They watched Spielberg and Polanski, Jarmush and Buñuel; Ron especially liked Tarantino and Hal Hartley and even subscribed to various Muggle cinema magazines. They went for walks, spent a lot of time in the countryside, and he always had the alabaster chess set from Hermione with him. He practised for two hours each day, conscientiously and persistently, he never missed a single training session. They were very happy, they planned the future, their first child - Ron did not want to have a large family, they agreed that two children were enough. Hermione remembered how Ron opened up to her one day and said that he would never want any of his children to feel less loved than the other ones. Hermione did not pressure him, she realized that he wanted to provide his children with better conditions than he had in his childhood.

When they returned home one afternoon in May, discussing vehemently the feminist interpretation of "Rosemary's Baby" (Ron also became interested in Muggle philosophy at one point) an owl sat on a window stick holding a letter in its beak. Hermione handed him the bags and went to pick up the mail. She threw a few knuts into a pouch by the leg of a nice barn owl and looked through the correspondence, to enter the house after a while.

"Something interesting?," Ron asked, putting the kettle on the stove. "Anything for me?"

"There's a postcard from Neville and Luna," Hermione handed him the card. "Besides, only the bills."

"I will play in the final of the world chess championship,'' Ron blurted out suddenly, not looking at her, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you…"

"Excuse me?"

"I will play in the final of the world chess championship," Ron repeated and looked at her,"I didn't tell you because I was afraid that I would not pass the elimination... But I passed, I have beaten every opponent! I had a perfect time, and the last match I won thanks to Mortimer Trap."

"This is wonderful, darling!, "Hermione walked over to him and put her arms around his neck, "I'm so proud of you!"

"Really? After all, I may not win…"

"Even if you become the vice-champion it's still a great achievement."

"Thank you," Ron smiled at her, "I just wish I could be the best at something."

"When do you play this match?"

"Tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!" Hermione frowned. "It complicates things a bit, I have a trial tomorrow... I'll reschedule it to an earlier hour. I'll pick you up."

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I also like Romione and I wrote one.

Ron quit his work in the Auror's Office and unexpectedly rediscovered his old hobby.

You can read it on ao3

As usual, there was a crowd in front of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Even though the shop was already closed, the customers were trying hard to get in. Ron grimaced - he hated teleportation; he still had scars from splinching in 1997, but he hated a loud crowd even more. As an auror, he continuously had to deal with it: onlookers, journalists, press conferences, questions from the audience... Out of my way, now, let me pass! Yes, I'm an auror, should I wave this badge closer to you? Hey, what are you doing? You're a civilian - you have no right to be here, this is a crime scene for fuck's sake! Well, where's that press pass? Ah, you have forgotten? Yes, yes, accreditation my ass, get out of here! Ron didn't want to deal with it anymore. He buttoned his leather jacket and disapparated with a soft pop - just to appear seconds later in the small room in the attic of his brother's store. George was already waiting for him.

"Hi," Ron said hesitantly, "I'm sorry I came like this, but I didn't want to deal with the crowd..."

"Come here."

George stood up and hugged him tightly; Ron did not expect it, for a brief moment he felt as if he was a little boy again. As if none of these terrible things happened, and he would play with his favorite teddy bear upstairs. They both looked at each other for a moment, not knowing what to say.

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Relationship status: in a relationship since 2014

Favorite colour: black, white, all shades of red

3 favorite foods: BOTWINKA ❤️❤️❤️( Polish spring soup made of young beets. Im from Poland btw ), pavlova with whipped cream and raspberries, apple pie

Song stuck in my head: Billabong Valley by King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard

Last song I listened to: My Funny Valentine 💞

Last thing I googled: how to make soy candles

Current time: 10:49AM, eastern European time

Dream trip: gloomy moors in Scotland, Canadian boreal forests, Alaska, NYC, New England, Israel, and St. Petersburg 💞

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Young Malfoys spent their first Christmas together. Unfortuntely, there are some major issues with the organization of the Christmas Charity Ball, and Narcissa just wants her husband so badly. Nobody said that an aristocrat's life is easy.

Read it on ao3 💞

The front doors opened, and Lucius finally came back home. His black winter coat was unbuttoned; Narcissa loved this casual look; she loved his black vest and white shirt he wore underneath. Lucius walked carelessly, with grace and nonchalance, his leather gloves in one hand; his walking stick in the other. Narcissa watched nearly in slow motion as he approached her. Their eyes finally met; Cissy suddenly saw with bright details each scene that she dreamt of last night. She felt an overwhelming desire; she wanted him now. Once again her muscles were painfully tense; her body cried for Lucius's touch. 

"Thank you, Ann, that would be all for now." Narcissa said, her voice shivered slightly, "You may go." 

"As you wish," Ann replied and curtsied. For a moment she looked at Narcissa's back and smiled - indeed Lucius Malfoy was a lucky man. 

Narcissa walked to her husband and threw her hands around his neck - she waited a long time for this moment. Lucius lifted her, pressing her tightly against him. His coat was cold and smelled of snow and sea salt, but underneath these tones was something more. Narcissa nestled her head into his neck and finally felt it: his clean, cool, seductive scent of musk and cedar wood made her head spin. She moaned - she didn't care if they were alone.

"What's wrong, darling?" He asked, looking in her eyes, "You're trembling…"

"I want you," Narcissa whispered in his ear and firmly grasped his groin. Lucius moaned through his teeth; her almost brutal touch excited him. 

"I want you, now," Narcissa repeated, still touching him through his clothing. Lucius pressed her even tighter against him; while he passionately kissed her, his hands unbuttoned her tartan jacket and unfastened the silver buckle of her leather belt. 

"Come," she suddenly whispered, "I don't want anyone to interrupt us." 

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Last chapter!!! You can read it here 💞

"I am so sorry, Hermione," he interrupted her immediately, "If I could turn back the time I would gladly do it, unfortunately I cannot. I want you to know that I don't care about your blood status, it is irrelevant to me."

She was standing there, staring at him with her almond shaped eyes. Draco desperately wanted her to say something, to respond to what he just said but she didn't speak.

"I love you, Hermione," he cleared his throat, "I love you with all my heart. I don't have much time now, there are over 150 wounded people on my ward so I'll be brief." Draco took a small box made of red velvet out of his pocket and put it on his desk, "I want you to marry me, Hermione."

Her eyes widened as she was looking at the small box in front of her. She was still silent.

"I have to go back now," Draco desperately wanted to embrace her, one, last time. "Goodbye, Granger."