#asteria malfoy

[therealallisonspear]

Hello my loves,

Just wanted to announce some exciting news!! I have a Mattheo Riddle fanfic on its way. I’m curious, should I publish it? I am working on a sneak peek to see if you are all interested! Let me know what you think… yes or no? 🖤

[rewritingcanon]

Honestly I love the interpretation of the Greengrass’s having some Greek heritage (I’m of Greek descent) and it honestly kind of lines up. Due to their surname definitely not being Greek I’d have to assume it’s on their mothers side, so the side that’s cursed.

I also love this because unlike every other character having Roman names, Daphne and Astoria (and Hyperion) are definitely Greek in origin no questions asked. I seriously doubt Scorpius’ middle name is from a Malfoy, and honestly it would make more sense if it was Astoria’s maternal grandfather or uncle.

Daphne the nymph had a connection to Apollo and Astoria’s original form Asteria has a connection to Artemis and Apollo, Apollo having taken over for Helios, Helios having taken over for Hyperion as sun gods. And Scorpius (Skorpio) the constellation also has a connection to Artemis and Orion! All of their names somehow relate and I love this detail.

Daphne was a naiad, a nymph of the river Ladon of Arkadia (more on Ladon later) or Peneios of Thessalia. Famously Apollo was attracted to Daphne and pursued her endlessly until in her exhaustion she asked for Gaia’s help. Gaia turned her into a tree, the laurel tree that Apollo is heavily associated with, and also — and I’m not kidding — was used as a symbol in the Festival of Delphi!

Asteria (the Titanesse of falling stars, prophetic dreams and the nighttime) has a surprisingly similar story, although with a lot more going on. Asteria was — like many Greek women — caught the eye of Zeus. He chased her around a bit until she became a quail, went into the water, and became the island of Delos. Delos is also the birth place of Artemis and Apollo, and Hera had done a very thorough job of trying to prevent Leto from birthing these twins, making it a whole big thing that she finally managed to birth them. So, Asteria has that motherhood connection too, specifically to the sun and moon.

Daphne and Astoria essentially both come from stories regarding a man wanting a woman and her becoming part of the wilderness when he can’t take no for an answer. Make whatever theories regarding their blood curse from that theme that you want.

Hilariously, Scorpius’ name sort of ties into this theme. Most constellations as we know them come from a corresponding Greek or Phoenician myth and Scorpius is no different. Orion the giant was harassing either Artemis herself, some of her hunters, or the Pleiades, and Artemis did not like this. So she created a horrifying monster to kill Orion, called the Skorpios. Orion died, and was placed among the stars to honour his valiant deeds, but the Pleiades were also in the stars and he promptly started harassing them again, so Skorpios (or Scorpius) was also placed among the stars to get this guy to knock it off. Astrologically speaking the Scorpius constellation even chases Orion through the night sky.

This has the hilarious effect of naming Daphne and Astoria after harassed women and Scorpius after the consent monster that’ll kill you if you don’t back the fuck off. Also the fact that so many of the Black family names relate back to Orion (Sirius is his dog, and Bellatrix is his shoulder) should not be missed.

So basically, don’t harass women when Scorpius is in earshot of you. Or, conversely, Delphi leave that child the fuck alone, Scorpius will ruin your day.

(I could say more, because there is actually a surprising amount to analyse when it comes to just these guys names, but I think this is enough for now.)

yknow what the greek greengrass family is slowly growing on me and i think this may be the last nail in the coffin for anything else because i have quite literally never heard a better exploration to the super frustratingly vague ‘blood curse that attacks greengrass women every few generations’ thing besides an ancient magic tied to greek myth. i remember someone else headcanoning this too.

idk how big of a deal this is in ur greek family but in mine names are HUGE and are especially big because its a greek thing to name ur kids after ur parents. like me, and my other firstborn cousins are all named after my papou, and my sister and secondborn cousin are named after my yiayia. so does that mean there was a scorpius greengrass 👀 most greeks i know typically dont have middle names but i guess there are some that do. one of my childhood friends had one for instance, and her middle name was her yiayia’s name so maybe that’s what hyperion is as you said (maybe i am reading too much into it since greengrass is certainly not a greek name so if the curse was greek than that line would probs be very diluted).

also rip scorpius if you were actually greek you wouldve loved kourabiedes. it wouldve done more for you than chocolate frogs ever did.

[percesidon]

PERCESIDONS’

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hey there! i’m asteria, the main & only person on this blog. i also own a wattpad account named percesidon, which is the only one i own.

this is my startup message for this blog, and to test how i write ^^. some things may be … cringe or dull, but i swear i’m trying. requests are always open, but i may sometimes disappear. i also always intend for lowercase whilst writing (except for wattpad stories, because it irritates me when i’m writing a book and it’s all lowercase).

what i write for,

i write for Percy Jackson and Harry Potter.

i’ll always note/update this blog if i write for something else. in the meantime, these are the two franchises i write for!

who i write about,

PERCY JACKSON ;

percy jackson

and also the gods/goddesses.

HARRY POTTER ;

harry potter

ron weasley

hermione granger

draco malfoy

pansy parkinson

theodore nott

and that’s about it. any updates will be on this message. who i write for, what fandoms, or even if my requests are open or closed.

- yours truly, asteria

[unravellingsilencehq]

“Oh, Merlin, tell me, does THE THESPIAN get what they deserve?” They are in THE DEATH EATERS & OPEN to finding out. 

— they walk through the world as ;

name → calliope malfoy pronouns → they/them identification → non-binary year of birth → september 1959 - september 1960 face claim → emma corrin blood status → pure-blood (metamorphmagus) sexual orientation → up to applicant occupation → actor at the beasouleil theatre future information → n/a

— they are best described as ;

The strong scent of FACE PAINT as it’s expertly applied & sealed with a PUFF of POWDER in a BACKSTAGE room.They are the GLITTERING TUTU of a PIXIE wore in a BALLET & the VENETIAN MASK fit for an ELABORATE STAGE VILLAIN. They are as RECOGNISED as an OLDEN SCRIPT & as DIFFICULT to pin down as a cloud of SPARKLING CIGARETTE SMOKE.

— their story starts with ;

Calliope’s name was inspired by mythology and they are as interesting, creative and ancient as their namesake. The second child of Ignatious Malfoy and his wife Asteria Malfoy, Calliope escaped any of the weight of their family name felt by their elder sibling LACHESIS MALFOY [sibling]. Instead, Calliope preferred to exercise themselves creatively, intent on using the Malfoy name to gain access to the most lavish theatres and dance halls the Wizarding World had to offer. Calliope spent their childhood writing elaborate scripts and monologues they would perform for their family and working away on songs by the piano under the strict gaze of their music teacher. Unlike many Sacred Twenty-Eight families, Calliope had noticed that their parents encouraged their children to follow their respective passions. Whilst they overheard the Black family at parties dreaming up the fates of their children, Ignatious and Astreia knew their children would achieve greatness, the area in question being entirely up to them. 

Due to their respective passions, Calliope grew up close to Lachesis. Respective right and left brain thinkers, they could always count on Lachesis for a fresh perspective on a piece of work or an idea, whilst they could count on Calliope to flip a rigid plan upside down and look at it from a more interesting perspective. Lachesis was their first friend in the world and Calliope was loyal to them to the end, which meant a united front on putting their cousin LUCIUS MALFOY [cousin] in his place. In an ideal world Calliope may have been friends with their cousin, their shared love of peacocking might have been enough to bond them; but the look in his eye as he attempted to get one over on their sibling was enough to rub Calliope the wrong way. From the age of seven, Calliope had known they were a metamorphmagus using their abilities to shift form to play various characters in their childhood productions, they also found it came in handy for giving their cousin a fright at opportune moments they had no doubt had a lasting impression on Lucius. 

Like the majority of their family, Calliope was placed in Slytherin when arriving at Hogwarts and quickly fell into a pre-approved group of friends including ALECTO CARROW [friend], her brother AMYCUS CARROW [friend] and THROFINN ROWLE [friend]. The group was far more troublesome than Calliope liked, like their friends they had a fondness for making the right sort of people feel small, and whilst they occasionally used their powers to turn into a clown or jack-in-the-box and frighten unsuspecting classmates, Calliope preferred to use their creative and academic prowess to beat others into submission and was known for doing their best to be heard above the noise of JAMES POTTER [adversary], SIRIUS BLACK [adversary], PETER PETTIGREW [adversary] and REMUS LUPIN [adversary] they had the displeasure of sharing a year group with. Their main annoyance however came in the form of a muggle-born Gryffindor witch from their year group named MAREN ROSMERTA [adversary]. 

A friend of the marauders, Calliope met Maren through choir and immediately disliked her. It was strange to them that a muggle-born could be so talented and so beloved, but it didn’t just irritate Calliope. Younger Slytherin ELEANOR YAXLEY [best friend] shared their bitter hatred for Maren, and the two found common ground and a blossoming friendship through their deep hatred of her. Through Eleanor, Calliope found themselves associating with a new group of people, becoming close friends with Eleanor’s twin brother VICTOR YAXLEY [close friend], REGULUS BLACK [close friend] and half-blood SEVERUS SNAPE [close friend] from their own year. Calliope was surprised they would be able to befriend a half-blood, having staunch opinions on blood purity that had been handed down to them by their family, but Severus was quietly calculated much like themself and Calliope appreciated anyone who shared their dislike for those who did not belong in the spotlight, like the marauders and their irritating gang of fans. 

Upon leaving school there was only one career that Calliope and that was one on the stage. Their family name was synonymous with political ambition and meddling due to rumours floating around that their father and their uncle Abraxas had been involved in the ousting of a previous Minister for Magic. Not that Calliope would care to admit it, but they were glad of how much their cousin Lucius had done to pave the way into changing this image. Lucius had many key figures in their world in their pocket and whilst Calliope was not known for their warmth toward him, they were happy to use his name as and when to make connections in the theatrical world, eventually landing themselves in shows at The Beausoleil Theatre. Whilst not the biggest name in Wizarding London, no one can deny Calliope dedication to their craft, especially older stories and their ability to change their features to commit to a role have made them a beloved presence on the stage and a crowd favourite. But as well as being an actor, Calliope has much more going on in their world and furthering their families political careers is one of them. 

It was their father’s wish as he lay old and imbolie in his bed that Calliope and Lachesis follow Lucius in joining THE DARK LORD [leader] in his quest for power. Whilst being part of an anarchist political group was not part of Calliope’s initial plans for their future, they understood the importance of securing the Malfoy family at the top and more importantly seating Lachesis close by his side. New to the death eaters, Calliope likes to see themself as Lachesis special weapon, having shifted into multiple people to help their sibiling. DOLORES UMBRIDGE [person of interest], Calliope slipped her a potion and sat in on an important meeting to feedback to their sibling, once they even became HARRISON BAGNOLD [person of interest] just to see how much his mother might say. But now their time has come to aid The Dark Lord himself and when a letter arrived for Calliope to cause some chaos at The Spring Solstice with their sibling, they couldn’t say no. Not only a name on the stage, Calliope has plans to be known within their new group and this is the perfect way to get the Malfoy sibilings on the map and out of Lucius’ shadow. 

— they are a LEVEL 5 SORCERER & a LEVEL 8 METAMORPHMAGUS & readied for war ;

[auxiliarydetective]

Fic Author Interview

Thanks for the tag @benevolenterrancy !

1 How many works do you have on AO3?

55, for now. There will be a lot more...

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

516,744 - which I don't know how to feel about. It seems like too little but also like... Woah. I guess it's because I'm so used to read a comma as the symbol that separates full numbers from decimals, so it doesn't really register as over 500 thousand in my brain. Because as soon as it gets into my brain that it's actually hundreds of thousands of words... We're definitely in the woah territory.

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

First is Favourite Pastime with 63 - and I'm honestly really surprised by this. A Ghostbusters fic?! But I'm also really glad because... I dare say... Favourite Pastime is one of my better fics. It's pretty good.

Second place goes to The Rule of Three with 57, my Star Wars fic. It barely has any chapters, but it's still so popular and I kinda love it. Glad my fic of anger issues and sibling bickering resonated so well lol

Third is My Heart, My Liege, Mi Capitán with 53, which means we're now in song lyric title and OPLA territory and YES. I kinda love Cora's fic, I put a lot of heart into it, so I'm really glad that people like it.

Fourth place is, unfortunately, a Harry Potter fic. I mean, it makes sense. It's one of my biggest fandoms and one of my oldest fics, so it would naturally gather a lot of Kudos but... it's bad! Not this one in particular, this one is still pretty alright, but I have so many better fics that deserve this spot! I have a love-hate relationship with my Harry Potter fics...

Fifth place - and here's the big news - is Golden Spiders - my newest fic! The one I'm currently still working on! This one took off and I couldn't be happier! So thanks to everyone who made this possible <3

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely, yeah! I love hearing what people think about my fics and I love interacting with my readers. It's really, really great, and one of the things that keeps me going and motivated.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

On AO3 or on Tumblr? On AO3, it would be Die Drei ?? - Squid Game AU. On Tumblr, it's this one. Both Squid Game related, who would've thought?

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

The happiest?! Oh boy, I don't know. I do love a happy ending! But I also love some angst on the way, so... Take your pick! Which of my characters had it best? I think it might be Till Death Do Us Part, for as angsty as it can be? But I dunno, you tell me.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Yes! I've written some crossovers before and I definitely will again. They're always fun!

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I don't know, I don't remember. Probably not but I've received some non-constructive criticism.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yeah, by now I do write smut. But I write it using what I like to call the "Felix Krull Method" (named after a book I had to read for my finals that wrote its sex scenes in such a way), so using lots of euphemisms, metaphors and avoiding full-on explicit language because I just don't feel comfortable writing it like that and because it just wouldn't fit in with my writing style. My style is very heavy on metaphors, comparisons, allusions, so it wouldn't make sense for me to completely switch registers into your typical smut language. To be clear, I don't dislike that sort of register per se, it just doesn't work for me. This may sound like a bit of a weird way to write smut, but I've been told it works perfectly and I think it's fun, so I will keep doing it this way :)

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not a fic but a character. And that's my Harry Potter OC, Asteria Malfoy. I was very salty about it and I still am because I didn't have the guts to put my foot down back then and tell them that they weren't allowed to use the concept and name even if they claimed it was a "reference" to my fic. They should've at least asked permission!

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, not yet. But I plan to translate my Auxiliary AU fics when I reboot them!

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not really, but I've helped work on fleshing out characters and such.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

My all-time favourite? You can't possibly make me pick! I love all of my OC ships a totally healthy amount and am occasionally overcome by a heavy sense of yearning for them, so... Yeah. Currently very in love with Mihawk/Aurelia and Sanji/Cora though

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Oh girl... Maybe The Rule of Three? Or my Vocalization series? Unless the hyperfixation hits, those are stuck.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Descriptions. Visualization. I love that shit. Also, I'd be willing to claim that I'm good at characterization. You can also trust me to throw in little references for the reader to find :)

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably my indecisiveness. I also need to hold myself by a leash not to rush my relationships. This is especially bad with my OC Cora because, for trauma-related reasons, she reacts badly to being touched and will need some time to ease into it. So, I have to bonk myself on the head every time I want to have her hug and cuddle people because she would not do that yet. Also, I had to stop myself from having her kiss Sanji multiple times because it's just too early for that.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I think it's great! Adds a bit of realism. I just always get very nervous doing it if it's a language I don't speak because I don't want to make mistakes.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The first one ever or on AO3? On AO3, it's Die Drei ???, a popular book series in Germany.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

My currently unintroduced OCs ^^" Currently, I really wanna write a Lux/Zoro fic because I love their dynamic

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I can't answer that because I love so many of my fics! But the longer ones are usually pretty good.

[ao3feed-tomarry-harrymort]

La hora de la venganza, un nuevo jugador aparece

La hora de la venganza, un nuevo jugador aparece

by Blackmoon2750

En todo este amplio y perverso mundo lo unico que tienes que temer es a mi.

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 Cuándo la joven Dorea Lilian Potter o mejor conocida como Morgana Asteria Peverell ahora en el pasado antes que comenzar su año en Hogwarts, buscara venganza o justicia por los que ocasionaron la destrucción de su vida y mundo, nada la va a detener hasta conseguirlo.

Words: 178, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Diary Tom Riddle, Ring tom

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Susan Bones/Theodore Nott, Hannah Abbott/Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood/Charlie Weasley

Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Magical Tattoos, Sane Tom Riddle, Possessive Tom Riddle, Master of Death Harry Potter, Slytherin Harry Potter, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Bisexual Blaise Zabini, Creature Harry Potter, Harry Potter is Lord Peverell, Harry is a Little Shit, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Ron Weasley Bashing, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Time Travel Fix-It, Past Child Abuse, Past Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pagan Gods, Pagan Festivals, Harry Potter is a Horcrux, Wizarding Culture (Harry Potter), Death name is Thanatos, death and harry are besties chaotic, Harry es la reencarnación de Morgana

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48495628

[randomestroleplays]

Upcoming Muses

an incomplete look at the next selection of muses I’m looking to introduce, very happy to start talking crossovers before their introductions are out if anyone is interested

Abbie Hudson ( glee )

Adelaide Stark ( avenges )

Adeline Mikaelson ( legacies )

Adhara Black ( harry potter, golden era )

Adina Lightwood ( shadowhunters )

Alessia Stark ( avengers )

Ariadne Blackthorn ( shadowhunters )

Asteria quill ( guardians of the galaxy ) 

Atalanta Jackson ( percy jackson )

Blair Dupont ( vampire diaries universe )

Callie Raeken ( teen wolf )

Camila Nelson ( stranger things )

Carlotta Falcone ( the batman )

Charlotte Bridgerton ( bridgerton )

Cleo Sullivan ( the umbrella academy )

Coco Bates ( gossip girl 2021 )

Constance Osborn ( the amazing spider-man )

Delaney Carlyle ( riverdale )

Elle Harper ( titans / dc )

Elle Winchester ( supernatural )

Emilia Newton ( twilight )

Finley Rider ( descendants )

Halley Shaw ( teen wolf )

Hel Solo ( star wars, the new trilogy )

Helena Hargreeves ( the umbrella academy )

Jacqueline Grant ( gilmore girls )

Joanna Baratheon ( game of thrones )

Josie Archibald ( gossip girl )

Kyla Keller ( gossip girl 2021 )

Nevaeh Murphy ( supernatural )

Peggy Featherington ( bridgerton )

Rachel Elliot ( the society )

Reese Masrani ( jurassic world )

Remi Alcott ( titans / dc )

Rosalind Greengrass ( harry potter, marauder’s era )

Sierra Nearing ( the umbrella academy )

Tyler Barton ( avengers )

Valentina Wolfe ( gossip girl 2021 )

Vanessa Kline ( titans / dc )

Venus Malfoy ( harry potter )

Victoria Blofis  ( percy jackson )

Wilhelmina Hargreeves ( the umbrella academy )

Willow Dell ( gilmore girls )

[ladyvesuvia]

Bluer Than Blue || [D.M.]

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for asteria’s 4k celebration @chokemepansy omg sorry for submitting again i just love the prompts so much im also sorry for using so many prompts

prompts:

6. i didn’t realise i was such an inconvenience.

12. it was open and i read it.

20. that is not what the instructions say.

30. how could you let them say that about me??

40. you win.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Requested?: no

Summary: “Let them dirty my name, because I know how much you love yours.”

Words: 4.2k

Song: Bluer Than Blue

Category: ANGST

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse, name-calling, drowning, arguments, cursing, slut-shaming, rumors (please let me know if i missed something)

A/N: Ok so omg I’ve been working on this for almost a week now because of a slump jsdfhwafinawei and yep I wrote another Draco arranged marriage I’m sorry :’)) + im sleepy so this hasn’t been proofread yet omg sorry

17th of December, 2004 Friday 19:26

“All you had to do was keep your mouth shut, [Y/N]. All you literally had to do was smile and nod.” Draco dumped his coat jacket on the sofa. As his head threatened to burst into confetti, [Y/N] was as still as a lake on a good day as she put her boots neatly in the rack. “Why couldn’t you just cooperate for once?”

They had just gotten home — if they could still call it so — from Draco’s co-worker’s niece’s wedding dinner rehearsal through a Portkey up the hill. She knew full well what got her husband riled up: He had been doing a toast about the groom and mentioned ‘how much I love my wife. . .’ when [Y/N] let out a snort, bringing eyes to the pair. “That was embarrassing, [Y/N]! Have you not any shame? What will they think of me now? They think”— a sharp inhale, and a tight fist — “that I am hurting you. . .physically. They’re starting rumors about me! How could you let them say all those things about me?”

“Draco, not everything is about you. Miss Hudley said something funny and I laughed, that’s all there is.”

“What are you gonna do about this, then?” He said impatiently, standing up and walking over to her. She remained silent, finally rising up to his level, looking him in the eye.

“About what?”

“The rumors!”

“You do know they’re also accusing me of infidelity, right?” She gave him a humorless smile, having been in the same argument over and over and let out a mirthless laugh that looked out of place in the moment. “Apparently, I’m now the Malf-whore. I didn’t realize I was such a big inconvenience to you and your name.”

Draco’s brows shot up to his head, instantly knowing what she was talking about. It was around last week when a friend of his sent an owl regarding rumors involving his very wife, and the name that was given to her.

“It was open and I read it,” [Y/N] said, walking away from Draco to undo her hair as she walked up the stairs. “Oh I’m sorry, was that an invasion of your privacy?”

She turned away to walk up three more steps when Draco spoke again, his voice echoing across their Manor. “My reputation is tarnished. You have no idea what I’ve been through to get where I am today and I will not let someone like you drag me down.”

[Y/N] halted, her bare feet planted stiffly on the rug. “What do you mean by someone like me, dear?” Draco watched as his wife turned back to face him, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. He had never seen her cry but that felt like it was about to change.

All those countless arguments yet she had never shed a tear — this was a first. When he did not respond, she simply smiled the same humorless smile she did not too long ago. “You know what’s funny, Draco? You never wrote back to the person who sent that letter. You never tried to defend me or deny those accusations against me.” Her voice was wavering, but she kept her head high. “The question, Draco, is how could you could let them say all those things about me.”

When he remained silent once more, she scoffed, the tears now retracting and painting a red hue in her eyes. “Right, well, congratulations. You win.” And with that, she turned back on her heel and kept walking up the stairs to take a bath and stayed there until Draco had fallen into deep sleep in their bedroom, just like how every argument ended.

[Y/N] let the cold water engulf her body, not bothering to stand up and set it to warm despite being on the brink of becoming a human ice sculpture. It was snowing outside, and it would have been romantic for two people madly in love with each other, which was not the case for her. Her eyes were trained to the ceiling, where candles hung mid-air just like the ones in the Great Hall of Hogwarts did and just like that, she was back in her seat at the Slytherin table, wearing her uniform tidily just like she always did; jaunty hands settled on the table, looking forward to dive into the meal that’ll appear before them once Dumbledore finished his speech. Why was she here again?

She turned around and spotted the boy with platinum blond hair among the crowd of heads. He was sitting in a table across from her, far away yet still visible enough for her to moon over. And, of its own accord, her mouth opened up and her hand shot up high in the air to wave at the boy. “Draco!”

Draco was now looking at her as well, nose scrunched up in an emotion she couldn’t pinpoint. Was it disgust? But she could fee her smile wide as ever. It was like watching herself from afar, not being able to do anything at all but at the same time she was seeing it all through her own eyes.

The boy gave her a tight-lipped smile, but it looked more like a grimace. She knew he wasn’t keen to meeting her as she was, yet the heat rushing to her face remained hot everywhere. Her mouth opened once again, this time to turn to a friend she was no longer in contact with to squeal, “He smiled back! He smiled back!”

No, no, stop it. Stop saying that. But her mouth kept opening to say things she knew she had already said years and years ago. Stop. Make it stop. She begged to whoever would listen again and again to no avail. And as she felt herself talking about the said boy once more, the Great Hall flooded with water. Nobody seemed to notice at all, not even when the cold water reached her ankles. She couldn’t move at all. Her hands reached out to the food in front of her and started eating, shoving the chicken in her mouth, asking her friend to pass her the pie as she wished for her mouth to remain shut as the water reached her neck.

She was trapped in this distant memory she longed to forget. Even as the water entered her lungs, her mouth kept opening to talk, and nobody seemed to notice the water rising higher and higher. . .

The water splashed all over the bathroom as she found herself gripping the oak rim of the tub, nails digging into the ceramic plating as her chest heaved panicked and unsteady breaths, trying to bring in air and let out water at the same time. She coughed a while after that, fingers crinkled much more now. How long had she been submerged in there? She coughed again.

[Y/N] stood from the tub, legs shaking from the numbingly cold water. Through the curtains of the bathroom window, she could see no hint of any star or moon at all save for the lighter hues of the clouds. As she patted herself dry, she blew her nose with a tissue. Of course, she was bound to get a cold after such a horrific activity.

She knew her twelve year old self would have thought this moment could be romantic with a husband who’d worry for you, prepare you hot chocolate, and cuddle with you in front of the fireplace. But now, as she continued on patting her freezing body dry, she decided she was better off alone.

•———

18th of December, 2004 Saturday 15:18

All eyes were on the bride and her father as she walked down the aisle. In [Y/N]’s opinion, she did not at all look like a bride what with such a simple dress and a fingertip veil. She took pride in this, considering that the gown she wore was every bit fancier, as well as her neck which was adorned in lovely jewels.

But as the pair in front of her finally halted, the father handing her over to the groom, [Y/N] felt the emptiness in her stomach crumble, feeling more deserted than it did. She couldn’t help but feel envy for this nineteen year old girl. Wizards and witches married young, as did [Y/N] and Draco at twenty-two just two years ago.

As the father left his daughter to the groom, all [Y/N] could think about was the fact that she may have had the jewels and the loveliest dress, but she did not have a father who let her hand rest in the safety of his arm, nor a husband who looked at her as if she were the brightest thing in the world.

Just like the guests who were wiping off the tears on their face with an elegant handkerchief, [Y/N] wiped her own as well. The only difference was that they were weeping for how far this couple has come while [Y/N] weeped for all the things she knew she could never have.

She felt her husband’s eyes burn into her bare shoulders. She was aware he’d been watching her, only that she did not know why. He must think I am weak, she thought. Let him think so, for it will end soon for the both of us.

The sun had already set when they made it to the wedding reception. As the guests seated themselves in their assigned seats, [Y/N] refused to meet her husband’s eyes, avoiding it at every way she could. It wasn’t silent, but it wasn’t noisy either. Guests seemed to be pleased with the day’s events, [Y/N] could tell from the constant chatter and chairs being moved around.

Silence fell over them when the bride walked in arm in arm with the groom. They looked happy with their stupid pathetic little smiles and the dumb hearty look they gave each other.

“I wanted to be a bride. . .” She muttered absentmindedly under her breath.

“What?” Draco had now leaned closer to her, and she could just smell the familiar scent of his perfume on his collar. “D’you need anything?”

Yes, Draco. I need to feel like I’m loved or at least worthy of it. I need to know I’m not just a blob of flesh walking around this land with a certificate of marriage letting me know I have a purpose at all. “No, it’s nothing.”

That was the only time they spoke that day, and she didn’t really mind. When they got home, no one said a word either. Again, she did not mind. Draco was the first to walk up the stairs this time, and she watched as he disappeared at the second floor. She then went to her study room and pulled out a parchment and started writing with her quill.

She spent an hour writing a letter back to back only to decide what she was about to do and what she wrote wasn’t worth it when she read the entire thing. She had written it for Draco, a final goodbye. She had included the worries she had been feeling during the wedding they attended, how she wanted to just be alone, and everything else in between. She did not bother to write anything long again, so she simply crumpled the paper and threw it on the floor and ripped a page out of her notebook instead of pulling out a new parchment paper and started writing with a pen instead of her quill. She scrawled a simple note, as she wanted to leave as fast as she can.

I will be gone. Take care of yourself.

She left this note neatly on her study’s desk and put on a sweater and a coat, a backpack slung over one shoulder when the her coat caught on the empty cup she had been sipping tea from on her desk, the cup shattering into pieces on the tiled floor. Rolling her eyes, she pulled out the box of her wand from the shelf, muttered an incantation and waved her hand to repair the broken thing.

With one glance at the clock in the center of the room — twelve in the morning, it said — she put her wand back into the box, and left.

•———

19th of December, 2004 Sunday 03:49

Draco woke up to a twig tapping his window. He checked his watch to find that it was almost four in the morning, to which he groaned and simply turned the other side. When he wiped the gound off his eyes, he noticed he was all alone in the bed. Refusing to admit he cared, he told himself he was standing up to wash his face. Yep, just to wash his face. With this in mind, he was still planning to take the longest route.

When he made it to her study room, the first thing he noticed was the open wand box, and the very object that lay in its cushion then the crumpled paper on the floor the next.

As he walked toward the desk to pick up the wand box, he also took notice of the white porcelain cup that threatened to topple over the edge, so he pushed it to the center. He remembered being half asleep when heard a loud shattering sound somewhere in the distance earlier that night.

He didn’t bother to close the wand box at all. Instead, he crouched down to pick up the crumpled paper and started reading intently. What is this? His grip on the piece of fine parchment tightened, which would not do for he wanted to keep reading.

Sure, there were many things in the letter that made him feel like he was being hexed with every single curse possible but there was that one line that hurt him the most. He told himself he would not read it again yet his eyes would drift up to it over and over he had to fold it shut.

Let them dirty my name, because I know how much you love yours.

Let. Dirty. Name. Love. Yours.

Love was never tossed around in this household, not even when they step out into the sun. He hated that the first time it was mentioned it was in the most horrible circumstance to date.

He was just. . . angry. No, sad? He wanted to break something. Maybe arrange every book in every bookshelf. . .

But then again, there was so much to feel and so little time to express it all at the same time.

Had she left for good? Just when he was about to leave the study, the cheap sheet of paper under a Muggle pen caught his eye. Draco hesitantly flipped it over.

I will be gone. Take care of yourself.

“Is that— Is that it? You planned on leaving me with eight words instead of a letter like a normal person would?” He spat to the air, ripping the note with every pent up anger he had.

With his head threatening to burst, he took deep breaths in an attempt to keep himself calm enough to walk out of the study and grab the bottle of Floo powder off the living room’s fireplace mantel without shaking. But he had to check something first, so he ran as fast as he could to check if there was at least one broomstick missing. Surely she wouldn’t have left without anything to help her out there? To his dismay, the broomsticks remained untouched.

He then went to her closet, only to find it the same way she had left it when they dressed up for the wedding. He went back to her study to spot the back-up wallet she used whenever trying to blend in with Muggles and purchasing products in Muggle shops. He thought she would have at least bought that but no, she did not.

What would he tell his friend? He threw in a pinch of powder and yelled out the name of his co-worker’s manor and stepped in.

I need your help? Sorry for not sending an owl upfront, but I really need your help? She’s been gone for about four hours now and it’s freezing outside and please just help me out?

But as soon as he came out of the other side of the fireplace, the man before him had a panicked expression on his face. The man opened his mouth to speak, but Draco cut him off first. “Look, I need— Please. She broke a cup at midnight—”

“Merlin, where are your shoes?” The man said. His face was emptied of the surprise but his shoulders stayed stiff, his eyes darting from left to right as if waiting for something. “It’s three in the morning, Malfoy.”

“Is that smoke coming from — ?”

“Don’t mind it!” Danny cried. “It’s just the —”

“Okay, no, no, wait, listen to me. She’s been missing. I think she did something and it’s cold outside! She didn’t use a broom, she’s bad at Apparating and always avoids it, she didn’t bring any cash for Muggle transport. . . She could be anywhere! She – she left, alright?”

“Oh,” the man sighed. He sat down on the couch, pouring wine on one glass. “Well, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“What?” said Draco, more out of disbelief than curiosity. It was Draco who stiffened this time, not wanting to hear what was next.

“You kept talking about how much you didn’t like your life, kiddo. ‘I can’t even catch up on my reading,’ ‘Can’t stay up, gotta work,’ ‘Things are hard’ and all that crap. See? Life will be a breeze now that that Malf-whore’s gone.”

Before Draco could even snap at the older man, a familiar woman in a tight, black silk dress entered, cigarette in hand. “Danny Boy, it’s deadly cold but d’you like my — ?”

This woman was not his co-worker’s wife. He knew because they had attended the wedding as well. “What’s this? Isn’t your wife out for work matters?”

“Malfoy, it’s not like that.” But it was definitely like that. Draco’s eyes fell to the two wine glasses on the table: one was filled while the other wasn’t. Two wine glasses before the sun rises in front of a fireplace. It’s definitely like that.

“The nerve you got.”

“Come on now, Malfoy,” Danny taunted, looking down at the younger man before him. “You’re only twenty-four, you should be having fun! Now, Clarette here’s got a bunch of friends I can hook you up wi—”

“No!” Draco snapped. “And don’t ever talk about her like that again, you ignorant twat. Don’t you even dare to try and tell me what I should do!” As adrenaline coursed through his body, he finally recognized the woman as Clarette Delligins from another department.

“Merlin, Draco. You’re a kid. I don’t expect you to understand.” He let out a laugh, as though this was amusing. “If you’re unhappy with your marriage, you should do something about it.”

“Oh, I will. Just not like this! You know, you should be ashamed of yourself, Danny. You have a child! She’s at Hogwarts this holiday but you should have at least thought about her. And you!” He turned to Clarette. “You know he’s married. I just — !”

He took in a sharp inhale and kept his mouth shut for five seconds. Nobody spoke, and so he started once again. “You better come clean to your wife.” Draco turned back to the fireplace to sprinkle Floo powder when Danny spoke.

“Oh, so you’re the perfect husband now, aren’t you?” He jeered. “Draco Lucius Malfoy’s husband of the year, isn’t he?”

And in swift strides, Draco was face to face with Danny and he found his fist swinging and hitting the older man square in the jaw. Clarette whimpered in the background as Danny rubbed his jaw tenderly.

“After what I saw, I’ll try.” With that, he grabbed the bottle of wine and let it drop on the floor, spilling all over not only wine but also sharp shards of glass. Clarette flinched.

It looked a lot like a bloody crime scene, but he didn’t have the time worry about what will happen to Danny and Clarette, and so he went back home through the fireplace.

•———

18th of September, 2002 Wednesday 13:00

A Muggle hotel with prime services and a lovely bedroom. This what what she always wanted, and this is everything he hated. He just wanted to be back home and rest after the (party) wedding yet here he was. His new wife didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she seemed to be thrilled to be in this situation. She had turned on the television.

“I paid for ‘My Girl.’ I’ve always loved it! I watched it at a friend’s TV when I got home after my first year at Hogwarts. There’s this part in the movie where Thomas J. and Vada go to a lake. I like lakes. There’s this place I always went to when I needed a break! Heck, I wouldn’t mind dying there. It’s so peaceful and so calm and it’s just. . .everything, you know?”

God was she talkative. “No, I don’t know.” He muttered under his breath. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be checking out the. . .features this hotel has.”

•———

19th of December, 2004 Sunday 04:31

Draco was running now. He knew where she was. She’d shown him a picture of the place from when she first visited it and told him an entire story surrounding the lake. Now that he thought of it, she did use to talk a lot. Especially when announcement of their betrothal when they turned eighteen broke out.

He couldn’t Apparate right now.

But he kept running, his steps leaving sunken footprints on the snow. Please be okay. I promise I’ll watch My Girl with you.

And as he reached the bend, the glint of the frozen lake’s distorted reflection of the moon caught his eye. As he reached the lake’s dock, he spotted a familiar pair of ice skating shoes lying abandoned on the frosted wooden dock. Not too far away was a thawed and cracked spot, revealing the lake’s water.

He dropped to his knees, pressing the shoes against his chest as he cried away. “I’m so sorry.” Tears painted his cheeks, and he could already taste it even when he kept his lips shut. He was still cradling the shoes like a baby, hating himself more and more.

“Draco?”

He dropped the shoes in surprise. The source of the voice sounded too much like her. “[Y/N]? Is that you?” He said as he stood up, legs shaking. “Are you a ghost?”

Very much against his better judgment, Draco ran to the girl with a thin sweater and coat, hesitantly poking her shoulder.

“What?”

“I thought— The letter! I thought you ran away but decided to. . . Do something worse instead.”

“Oh, you weren’t supposed to see the letter. I decided not to go.”

“But you told me to take care of myself!”

“Yeah, for like, a while.” How could she sound so calm? Her cheeks were tinged pink from the cold, lips chapped and cracked.

“Well, you should’ve included that!” He shrieked, eyes wide with every emotion: happy to see her alive, angry that she left, sad that she had such thoughts, worried that she might do it again, and just. . .it was everything all at once. “I wouldn’t have loved to hold a funeral.” He pulled her into his arms, smelling her hair for the first time.

“Why’re you suddenly all over me?” She teased, patting his back. “I’m sorry, okay? I just needed to be alone and away for a short time. I was tired.”

“Me too, [Y/N]. But you should have told me.” He took a step back and ran a hand down his face.

“Are those bruises on your knuckles?” She asked, but did not reach out to him. “That’s not what the instructions said.”

“Instructions?”

“Yeah, I told you to take care of yourself, didn’t I?” [Y/N] took a step closer to Draco and wiped the tears off his face. Her hands were warm but she looked as if she were shivering more than ever. Up close, he could see something wet under her nose.

“You’ve caught a cold.” He pressed the back of his palm against her cheek.

“Haven’t we all?”

“Listen, let’s go home, yeah?”

She seemed to debate against this for a while, but eventually made up her mind. “Yeah.”

And as they walked home, they kept their distance from each other. After all, they had nothing to talk about. But halfway through, Draco decided to initiate the icebreaker.

“[Y/N]?”

“Yes?” replied [Y/N] expectantly.

“Do you still want to watch My Girl together?”

“Oh, uh, sure I guess.” Blushing, she found herself glad she had her back to him. It was like first year all over again.

“Good, because I’m booking a hotel specifically for that.”

With that, she let him make her laugh. A while later, the two started making conversation. It was the most they’ve spoken together so far.

No, they still did not look like husband and wife nor did they appear to be madly in love. Not yet, at least. But the fact that they’ve agreed on calling their house ‘home’ was good progress enough. Maybe their story was simply just a love story in reverse, the falling in love bit yet to come.

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simple black lace was boring, overdone. at least, you thought it was until you saw it clinging to narcissa black’s body, leaving little to the imagination and contrasting against her blonde locks. she laid sprawled out on her silk sheets, daring you to come closer. you obliged and narcissa’s eyes went black with a cocky desire.

“d’you like it, darling?”

low and sultry, narcissa’s voice spoke to you. a smirk played at your lips and soon a nod of the head as you started to touch her. your movements were slow, yet somehow needy. fingers traveled the patterns on her lingerie and hot breath mingled in the air, mixing due to close proximity. “i love it, cissa,” you told her what she wanted to hear. “you’re stunning.”

gently, narcissa pressed her lips to yours and in the process found herself starting to tangle with you. the gentleness turned to hunger and the kiss deepened, hands now undressing you and tugging at your hair. you stopped at her lingerie, unsure of whether you wanted to rid her of it. narcissa made the decision for you and what lied underneath was even more beautiful ─ even more so than her next pleading request, one which you were happy to fulfill.

“touch me, y/n.”

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Marauders Epilogue prt 2

I just want to thank all of you who have stuck with this mini series and liked any of my other posts! When I started this one I was super nervous and the nerves just kept building. But suprisingly I am in no way nervous to post this. I love how it ended and I think you all will as well <3

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Also I wanted to say that the epilogue in whole ended up being 13,566 words. Which is only 54 words shorter than all 4 parts combined! 😂 Told you it got a little out of control!

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PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

EPILOGUE 1

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The library was tense with four teenagers who were all feeling a range of emotions towards their mother. Their mother was sitting perched on her desk waiting for the barrage of questions. 

Surprisingly Owen was more upset than anyone. He never suspected that his sisters and brother didn't belong to his father. He felt like he had been lied to in the same way he thought  they had been. Their lack of anger only confused and angered him more. 

Macaria was just upset at how out of uncontrol the situation had gotten. It was also becoming increasingly harder for her to block out the feelings of those around her. Owen and Leo's anger was starting to burn her skin, she knew that one of them was going to lash out soon. 

Asteria was still trying to process all of the things she had seen in Sirius’ head. It broke her heart to see all the times the man had hurt her mother, all the broken looks she had given him. The times he had added to the fractures of her self image. It also stung deeply to know that he had hated herself and her siblings before they had even been born. 

She and the other two had always known that Draven wasn't their biological father. They had been to more doctors in their lifetime than any healthy person should be. All because their bloodline was so weird. Four lines all mixed into their bodies and doctors constantly worried that there would be a negative effect. 

It was the one and only reason that Draven hadn't used blood magic to make them Malfoys. Legally their last name was Malfoy, they appeared on the family tree but their pictures were lighter than that of their other siblings. If it had been Abraxas’ choice they wouldn't be heirs to the Malfoy fortune. Even though the man loved the three of them, they were the only grandchildren he had ever met. 

Leonis was the one who finally broke the silence that was growing tenser and tenser. “I just want to know why they are here..” He ignored the incredulous look Owen threw him as the triplets all watched their mother. 

You shrugged and clasped your hands over your knee, “I'm going to guess that it was their weekend with Harry and Lily didn't think about any repercussions of them being here. It's not like her and I have talked about it much. We kind of ignore the fact that I had children with them, because they have nothing to do with you three. It was honestly just an oversight, I'm sure Lily will beat herself up over it.” 

Leo nodded, accepting the answer he was given without a second thought. He knew that his mother had always been honest with the three of them when it came to this. Draven had always treated them the same way he treated the next three. They had never felt like they were the ‘step kids’ or the ‘adopted ones’. They were just the first three Malfoys for the next generation. 

They all had Malfoy crest jewelry, Leo a ring, Macaria a necklace and Asteria a bracelet. They all had their part of the Avery fortune as well as plenty of Malfoy money in their accounts.  None of them had ever wanted or asked twice for anything. New robes every year, the latest brooms or books. It was just a shock to see the men who were supposed to be their fathers. 

You stood and moved to stand in front of the triplets “I'm sorry that you had to meet them this way.. Or really at all. Had I known they were going to be here I would have warned you. Trust me your father was freaking out, even Cissy–” Before you could get any farther a cold laugh cut you off. 

“Except he isn't their father.. They aren't even Malfoys!! You've been lying to all of us!” Owen yelled, his face turning red with anger as he pointed his finger at you. “You lied and kept this from all of us while pretending that they were my siblings!!” 

All four of you were caught off guard by what he was saying. “Owen we are your siblings, just your half siblings!” Macaria cried tears starting to slip from her eyes as Owen shook his head and looked at her with slight disgust. 

Asteria stepped forward trying to reason with her brother logically. “I know it's a lot of information to take in Owen, we have known our whole lives and it's still a lot. But we are your siblings and Draven is just as much our father as he is yours.” 

Owens' anger and heartbreak was becoming overwhelming for him. He couldn't even understand why he was so mad, he just felt like his whole life had been a lie. “He is more my father than he ever will be yours! You realize now I'm the Malfoy heir! Not you Leonis!” His hands wrapped around the edge of one of the books shelfs as he shoved it over. Macarias yelp of shock making him whip around to face the group again. 

Macaira was holding onto you from one side as Asteria stood half a step ahead of you both on the other side. Leonis standing in front of you holding his hand out to his younger brother. Owens' words had made him understand what this was about. “Owen I am the first male heir for the Malfoys.. I'm on the family tree, all those responsibilities are still mine. This changes nothing! Father knew before we were even born about all of this! So did grandfather!” 

Owens' ears were ringing in anger and now panic as he thought about all the responsibilities of the first male heir. A good marriage, splitting up inheartences to the next generation. The heir had to oversee all the relationships of their own generation as well as set up the next. Make sure that good and solid marriages were made, that dowerys were sent out and things were paid for. 

He did not process anything as books started making their way into his hands and then through the air. Leo immediately shielded himself as well as his sisters and you from anything that would come near you. He figured he should let Owen get it out, then maybe he would be able to be reasoned with. 

“I HATE YOU!” He screamed as he looked over at you, before spinning around with a thick book in his hands. You went to move forward and yelled no as you realized he was now aiming that book at the pressed sunflowers hanging in a glass frame over the fireplace. The same flowers Draven had gotten you while you were pregnant. 

All of you watched as the book flew through the air, only to pause inches in front of it and then spin back and into the hand of Draven Malfoy. He had entered the library just as the book left his middle son's hand. His eyes quickly took in what was happening in front of him. Just like everyone else, he had a million thoughts and feelings running through him. 

First was that same anger from the garden. The one that made him want to strike out at whoever had his wife in tears. He was furious that now twice today someone had the audacity to speak of or to HIS wife in a malicious way. The woman that had birthed him six children, the woman that he worshiped. 

Next was shame. Draven was ashamed of not only his son, but himself. He felt like he should've told the Marauders that they weren't welcome originally. Told them they could drop off Harry and then pick him up later. But he felt even more shame towards himself as a father. 

Where did he fail his son that allowed Owen to think that it was in any way ok or right to speak to his mother this way. What did or did he not say to give the impression that any of his behavior in this room was acceptable. 

All heads had turned towards him the moment the book started to reverse its direction. Relief had played across Leo and Asterias faces as they realized their dad was here to handle things. Macaria looked exhausted and Draven knew it was because she was feeling everything times five. He watched as Owen got angrier at not being able to destroy something his mother loved. 

Owen felt like it was only fair, in his head, you had destroyed what he thought was a perfect family. So he in turn wanted to destroy something you held near and dear, a gift from the man you loved. It only pushed the heat of his anger further when it had been stopped. 

You had refused to look at Draven. Refused to let him see the tears streaming down your face at your son's words. None of them had ever told you they hated you. Sure they had all been angry at you before, kids get told no and they throw tantrums. But all of your children had always clung to you and Draven like life lines. 

You felt like you had failed as a parent. You had always felt like you failed the triplets in a way, but now you felt like you had failed Owen too. Your heart was breaking as you closed your eyes, Owen's angry face smeared across the darkness that was supposed to be there. His uneven loud breaths and Macarias stifled sobs only hurt your heart more. 

That same coping mechanism was trying to kick in. The one that made you run away from James sixteen years ago, now wanted you to run from Draven and your children. It was the first time in so long that you heard your fathers voice in your head. You had never felt unsafe in Dravens presence before, he had a way of making you feel safe. And you didn't feel unsafe in the same way you had with Sirius screaming at you, but you felt like you needed out of that room.

And that made you feel pathetic. 

Your trauma from your childhood was now in this moment about to affect your kids. Something that you had tried so so hard to not let happen. Your eyes squeezed together as you tried to fight off a panic attack, your mind replaying all the times your father had screamed how much he hated you. When he had screamed that you were worthless and all you did was cause problems for those around you. Now you were causing problems for your kids and your husband. 

“You are worthless.. You always have been.”

“I wish your mother had gotten rid of you like I wanted.”

“You are nothing but a problem and a stain on the Avery line. One I swear to wipe out.” 

The night your father almost killed you started playing through your head unwillingly. The night he had used both his hands and his magic to try and rid himself of you. You could almost feel the breath leave your lungs as your mind remembered how he choked you while somehow maintaining the cruciatus curse. 

He had left you there, on the floor of his study, unconscious barely breathing and bleeding from every limb and orifice. Your mothers house elf had found you, she thought you were dead. But her bony fingers found a pulse that was so weak she didn't think you would make it through the apparition. She tried anyway, knowing it was your one and only shot. 

Monty and Mia had healed you enough to get you to Mungos, where you had spent three weeks recovering. Now you felt that same emotional numbness spreading through you. The one that you had spent years perfecting, it kept you from getting hurt more than you already were. You were so numb you couldn't feel your kids' presence in your mind as they watched your thoughts. 

“Mum?” Leo's voice snapped you out of your horrendous thoughts, your heart hurting a little more when you saw his face. You knew as you looked between the triplets that they had been in your head. Macaria held onto your arm tighter as she kept crying. Asteria turned to look at her father, wanting him to fix everything like he always did. 

Every time one of them was sad, he fixed it. When they were struggling in a subject, he helped them. When they fell as kids and got hurt, he was there to make them laugh while he healed it. She and the others held him up as the perfect father, no one could top him as their dad. 

Draven took a deep breath, trying to not rip his hair out at how out of control the day had gotten. He knew that you felt the need to run, that you felt out of control and scared. “Darling.. Why don't you go lay down for a moment, the others have the party under control. I'll take care of this and come find you.” He watched as you nodded with a blank look on your face, he wanted to stop everything and fix that first. He didn't want you to fall back into depression, but he needed to deal with his kids first. 

But he took twenty seconds to stop you and press his lips to your temple and tell you he loves you as you walked by. Satisfied with the small amount that you relaxed under his lips. When the library door shut he cast a silencing charm and locked the door, one again thankfully that he was proficient in wandless magic. 

“Have I raised you, Owen, to talk to your mother that way?” Draven asked, looking at his first blond child. Owen opened his mouth and pointed away from all of them towards the wall “She lied–” Before he could continue on with his accusations, Dravens hard and slightly louder voice cut him off. “Did I raise you to speak to your mother that way!?” 

All of the teens paused, their father had never really raised his voice at them. He didn't really raise his voice period, but never at them. Owen shook his head as he bit down on his tongue. All he could do now was see all the differences between him and his siblings. The hair color, the bone structure or chubbiness of their cheeks. How even the gray of Macarias eyes wasn't the same as his or his fathers gray. 

“Look at me when I am speaking to you Owen. Not at your siblings.” Draven said as he waved his hand, forcing the bookcase back up the books flying back to their spots. He walked until he was now standing in front of the triplets who had all moved to hold Macaria. Owen sighed and looked up at his fathers face, he could see the anger and disappointment there and it calmed down the heat of his anger just a little. 

“Now.. Tell me what the problem is. What led to you thinking your behavior was justified. Make me understand how this all happened.” Draven said as he turned to look at the triplets then Owen again, waiting for any of them to speak. Leo took the opportunity again as the oldest to do what he felt was his job. 

“We were all up here with Mother, trying to speak to her about what happened in the garden. I asked why they were here, she explained that it was an oversight. That neither of you realized they would be here. Before we could get further into the discussion it was brought to our attention that Owen thinks that because we are not your biological children that he will be forced to carry the burdens of being the first male heir.” 

Leo crossed his arms and looked at his sisters, realizing they were not going to speak he kept going. Looking straight into his fathers eyes like he knew Draven wanted. “We all tried to explain that we are his siblings, and I tried to reassure him that since I am on the family tree that I am still the first heir. Owen informed us that he doesn't feel that you are our father, that we are not Malfoys and then pushed over the shelf. He started throwing books, I cast a shield around us, then you walked in and witnessed everything else.” 

Draven turned to each of his children, all who looked in directly in the eye and nodded, agreeing that Leo's recount was accurate. When he got back to Owen, he could see that the boy was starting to calm down. He had started to realize the weight of his actions and words.  “I want to know the truth.. All of it. Why you adopted them, who their parents are, how this affects Phoebe, Abraxas and myself.. All of it.” 

Draven wanted to tell Owen that he was in no place to be making demands, but he knew just answering his questions was the better road. “I'll tell you everything, but I want you to realize you are grounded after your party. If your mother hadn't put so much effort into this, and it hadn't already been such a horrible day for her, I would tell everyone to leave right now. SO dont think Im allowing it to keep happening because its your birthday because Im not. I'm so disappointed in you.” 

Owen nodded as his father continued, “It's perfectly ok to have questions, or to be upset that you didn't know. But the way you have spoken to your siblings and your mother is completely unacceptable. First and foremost, she is your mother, they are your siblings and I AM their father. Just because biologically they are not mine doesn't mean I am any less their dad than yours.” 

“I adopted them because I was so deeply and fully in love with your mother that my love for the triplets started before they were even born. And when Leo was born and they placed him in my arms, there was no question whatsoever on my part that he was my son. Same with the girls, I felt the same exact way I did when I held you, or when I held the twins. It wasn't a hard decision to adopt them, because I was their father before they were born.”

“I felt them move in your mother's womb, know what their cravings were and which baby they were labeled as. I was there when they were born, not those three boys. I changed their diapers, watched them take their first steps. Aria and Asterias first word was dad, It was me who took them to diagon alley when they started school. Your mother and I have been the ones to go to Leonis’ games, not James or Remus or Sirius. I am their father just as I am yours. End of story and I never want to hear you tell them or anyone else otherwise.” 

Owen looked down feeling the guilt of his words starting to creep in as his father spoke. 

“The whole tantrum over having responsibilities as an heir?” Draven chuckled and shook his head “There are an awful lot of perks you get being part of this family. When was the last time you had a hand me down? The last time you looked at something and thought ‘wow I wish I could afford that’? When was the last time you were on the train and couldn't buy all your friends treats from the trolly? Exactly never.. Because you are an Heir to one of the richest families in our world.” 

“Your siblings hand me downs go to the school to try and help families who are less fortunate than you, or kids who come from orphanages. You have never struggled or wanted for anything. Yet you're upset that you may have to have responsibilities one day? So not only have I taught you that it is alright to scream at and disrespect your mother. But I have taught you it's ok to throw things with your sisters in the room and I have raised you to be a spoiled entitled ass.” 

Owen opened his mouth to say he wasn't spoiled but Draven cut him off, “So if the triplets were no longer part of the family line, would you be so worried about yourself that making sure Phoebe was treated well and taken care of one day would burden you?” Owen shook his head, tears pricking his tear line as he wrung his fingers together. 

“Last but certainly not least, You will never again raise your voice at your mother. She does so much for you that you are so accustomed to, you don't even realize she does it. Who cleans your shoes when they are dirty? Who makes sure all your favorite foods or drinks are stocked when shopping is done? Who makes sure our home is clean? Makes sure that you have big fancy birthday parties every single year? Cause it isn't me and it sure as hell isn't you!” 

Draven was trying to keep his cool, but all he could see was the numb look on your face and the pain in your eyes as you walked past him. “Owen..” He paused and clenched on fist and bit it trying to ground himself as he spoke “You will never speak to your mother like that again. You can run your mouth to all your friends like you and Draco do or whatever.. But none of you will ever speak to my wife like that, ever again. You should be ashamed of yourself, because I am ashamed of myself for raising you to think that's ok. Do you understand me?” Draven finished looking not only at Owen but at the triplets, because he was telling all of them that they would watch how they speak to you. 

When they all nodded he released a breath and nodded to himself, “Go back down to the party.. Your mother and I will be down in a moment.” The four kids practically ran from the library leaving him alone. He rubbed his hands down his face, feeling more stressed than he had in a very very long time. He looked up at the framed flowers that almost got destroyed and was glad that he had gotten here just in time. 

Sighing he made his way to the bedroom he shared with you, and found you sitting at your vanity almost examining yourself in the mirror. His heart clenched at the pain that was written across your face. He leaned down slightly, his hands on the vanity in front of you and pressed his lips to your neck. You sighed just a little before the facade crumbled and you covered your mouth and sobbed. 

No words were spoken as you turned and buried your head into his shoulder. Draven bent down to his knees to make it easier for you as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Holding you to him as he knelt between your thighs and listened to you cry. When you started to apologize he shook his head and pulled you away from him. 

With his forehead pressed to yours he spoke softly “You have nothing to be sorry for. There was a lot of unexpected stress and baggage today. Owen didn't mean what he said, My love. He feels horrible now that he has calmed down and he will be apologizing later. You are a wonderful mother to all of our children.” 

When you shook your head, foreheads still pressed together he nodded causing you to chuckle just a little. “You are more than I ever could have asked for. I never thought I would be blessed with a love so completely encompassing. I never thought I would find the person I believe to be my soulmate. That's what you are Y/n, my soulmate.” 

Words of affirmation and short kisses to your neck or forehead were all that passed between the two of you as you allowed yourself to cry for a few more moments. When you felt like you had your emotions back in control you stood, pulling Draven with you and smiled up at him. “Sorry about your shirt.. I don't know why I freaked out like that..” 

He shook his head and ran a hand through your hair, “You don't have to downplay your pain with me, Darling. I know that Owen saying he hates you must've brought up feelings from your past. It's healthy to deal with them so you can heal from the moment and move on. Just remember that he didn't mean it, that he loves you very very much. We all do. Hell Brax won't leave you alone, he's definitely a momma boy.” 

Almost on cue, you heard his soft voice babbling from the hall, “Mamamama”. Next was a knock, which Draven opened midway to reveal Evan holding your little blond baby. Abraxas huffed when Draven held his hands out for him, turning to look behind Evan for you, who he clearly wanted. 

Draven laughed as you wiped your makeup quickly and then moved forward to scoop Abraxas from your friend. Little chubby hands found your cheeks as Abraxas forced you to look at him and listen to his babbles. “Snubbed by my own child.. How rude.” Draven laughed as he watched you smile brightly at your baby, before walking away listening to whatever story he was telling you. 

“She alright?” Evan said, causing Draven to turn towards him and nod. “She will be, Owen clearly lost his mind today. Yelled at her and the triplets, pushed a bookcase over and threw some. But she's alright now, I just want to finish this party.”

The two then followed behind you and made their way through the kitchen for a beer, then out to where everyone was gathered a dance floor. 

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After Draven had left the garden Sirius stood and turned towards Remus who pulled his wand out and quickly fixed his broken nose. This time unlike times before, Remus didn't apologize for the pain it caused or give him a countdown. Remus felt like he deserved his broken nose. 

James stayed rooted to his place, still staring over at the hedges drowning in regret. The only thing that broke him out was when a dark head of messy hair came around the corner he was staring at. 

Harry looked between the three men, and suddenly felt like he didn't know them at all.  They had all taken care of him his whole life, and now he learned that there were three kids that belonged to all of them. Three kids that they left, walked away from and didn't help at all. 

Not only that but then he watched his dad, Sirius, talk horribly about their mother. So now Harry wondered if that's how he spoke of his mother when he wasn't around. Did he call Lily worthless? Did he hate Lily? Why did Sirius love him, but hate his own children? Why did his father keep him but not them?

Remus looked between Harry and James before speaking “Harry if you have any questions, you're allowed to ask them. We won't be upset.” Harry nodded, trying to figure out which question he wanted to ask first. One winning out over them all, “Is that how you speak of my mother when I'm not around?” He said directly to Sirius, it wasn't the question he thought he would ask but whatever. 

Sirius shook his head, slightly shocked that the boy thought that. Sirius loved Lily, and thought she was a great mother. While he hadn't liked James being away from them again, he didn't hate Lily the way he hated you. “Of course not Harry! I love Lily! Like a sister of course but she's wonderful!” 

Harry shook his head then turned to look at his father, “Why did you keep me but not them?” 

James sucked in a breath, he had no clue how to answer that question but knew he needed to try. So he knelt down as Harry walked over and stood in front of him. “If I'm honest, Harry, I don't know. It wasn't really about the kids I guess.. I didn't even know they were triplets..” 

James looked up at Remus, wondering if he had known and just kept it to himself. But he shook his head and looked down in shame. “I was young, and we made a decision as a group to not be involved. I made the choice separately a few years later to stay involved with you. I don't have a good way to answer your question but I'm trying. I'm sorry.” 

Harry took a step back, looked between the three men and then thought about the different feelings he could see on the triplets' faces when he saw them earlier. “I.. I dont think it's me that you should be apologizing to.” Was all the little 13 year old boy said before he turned around and made his way back to his friends party. 

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Once everyone made their way back to the party, Draven announced that everyone would have the opportunity to dance to the sacred 28 family waltz. It was a tradition that when a boy turned 14, he was given a piece of family jewelry. They celebrated with a party and a dance, one that used to be performed with whoever you were betrothed to, but that had changed. 

It was still an honor to be asked to dance with someone during this though. Owen asked for a sweet Hufflepuff from his year, Draco asked Hermione Granger, Luna asked Neville,  Harry asked Ginny Weasley even though she was a year younger than him. Evan and Regulus stood in the center, next to Lucius and Cissy as well as you and Draven. 

Leonis asked the girl he had been crushing on, Asteria decided not to dance. And Macaria danced with Hunter, who was accustomed to dancing together. Hunter  was a muggle who she had met at muggle dance classes when she was younger. The two had hit it off immediately and were best friends. 

So when the music started and they all started to move, it was like second nature to them as well as the purebloods on the floor. The adults overheard Draco telling Hermione to just let him lead, and it would be fine. Leo told Bella that he always thought these dances were silly, but he was happy to be dancing with her. 

They all kept dancing, even after the first song was over. Macaria pulled Hunter off to the side, not noticing the adults that were around her as she spoke. “Look.. Look at how my father holds my mother when they dance. Pay attention to how his face is when they look at each other. That's how I need you to look at me when we dance at the competition next week.” 

She flicked her wand and watched the faces of all the girls on the floor light up as ‘Time of my life’ came on the speakers. Dirty Dancing was a movie that they all still loved a few years after it had come out. Macaria knew that her parents, as well as the other adult couples all knew the dance by heart. 

She also knew that her brother Leo knew it by heart, thought it would get him a few brownie points with Bella. Pandora smiled and stepped up behind her niece, “What are you guys whispering about?” Hunter jumped, startled by her appearance but Aria wasn't. She pointed at her parents as you placed your hand one on Dravens arm, and the other in his hand. While he dipped you for the first time in the dance Aria spoke. 

“Hunter and I have a huge competition next week. The final dance is supposed to be a copy of an important dance to someone close to us. We are doing their wedding dance. Problem is, Reggie says Hunter needs to work on how he holds me and looks at me. So I'm forcing him to pay attention.” 

They watched as you performed the full basic and half basic steps, turning and stepping away. They watched how your eyes always found Dravens even if just for a split second. Hunter sighed dramatically “Sorry I can't look at you like you hung the stars and moon.. You're not exactly my type, sweetheart.” Hunter rolled his eyes sassily before looking back at you both. He had to admit, ever since he had known the Malfoy family, he had hoped to find a love like yours a Dravens. 

As both of you took turns spinning the other around, then doing some more half basic steps before cross body leading into the next part of the dance. “They obviously didn't do this dance at their wedding though? It had not come out yet.” Pandora said confusedly, she was slightly aware that the Marauders were hovering nearby, listening. But she chose to ignore it, and carry on with how she would normally act. 

Macaria sighed happily, smiling as Draven spun you around a few times and you threw your arms up leaning from side to side. You both had smiles on your faces, Draven had a look of pure adoration. It was clear to every single person who looked that you were all the light in his life. Every star in his sky had been safely hung by you. Every candle lit with your laughter, every smile of his caused by an action of yours. 

“No,  but they could never replicate that dance exactly. Even this dance, that's laid out in a movie they can't do step by step. They just love dancing together, so it just comes out however it comes out. An extra turn or dip here and there. A few missed steps because they are laughing. But the way he holds her and looks at her is the same now as it was when they got married.” Asteria explained as she came up to stand with the group. She also knew that the Marauders were listening, but she too had decided to ignore their presences. 

“Shush, Hunter watch this part.” Macaria said, grabbing Hunter's arm trying to get his attention as Draven and you flawlessly performed the first partial lift. One of your arms locked down into Dravens hand, his other around your waist as he lifted you up. One leg bent behind you, the other out straight. The two of you were still looking directly at each other, but where Evan turned Regulus around three times then let him down and spun him around and set back up. 

Draven turned and turned and turned until you giggled loudly. Then he set you down and you both ungracefully set back up weirdly kissing your hand, half a beat behind everyone else. Then Draven wildly looked around, as the two of you were accidentally left in the middle of the floor. The couples had split, boys to one side (Including Evan) and girls to the other (including Reggie let's be real.. He would want to be lifted, not lifting..) 

Those who were watching, watched as all the girls and Regulus fucking Black ran towards their partners. Doing a little jump as the men's hands found their waists, pushing them up into the air. All those lifted had their right leg a little lower than their right, backs arched and arms out as they all laughed. 

Luna fully knocked Neville over as he panicked with her running at him. He had been stepping on her toes the entire time and sweating with nerves. Luna just laughed and plucked small pieces of grass out of his hair before skipping away her hair flying from side to side as the rest finished the dance. 

Harry stumbled a little as Ginny ran towards him, but caught her just in time. Draco and Blaise chuckled and for once were thankful their friend's mother had forced them all to watch the muggle movie. Leonis was already thinking over the best way to ask Bella to be his girlfriend, as well as a thank you gift for his mother. He was sure being able to execute the entire dance including the lift perfectly had secured his spot in the girls heart. 

Lucius had a genuine smile on his face, one that the Marauders had never seen as he lowered his wife to him. He thought this whole thing was silly, but would do it over and over to see Narcissa smile at him the way she was now. 

Evan tried to not roll his eyes as he stared up at the full grown man in the air. Regulus had his eyes closed, arms out as he hummed the music. Both knew that others would look at them and think horrible things. But they didn't care, they loved each other more than anything in the world. The only opinions that mattered to them were those of their friends. And they knew their friends loved them just the way they were. Dramatic Black genes and all. 

Draven held his core tight with his arms up as he looked up at his gorgeous wife. All the love he felt for you shining through on his face. He slowly spun himself and you around twice before locking eyes with you again and lowering you down. You wrapped your legs around his waist and arms around his neck as he started doing some little basic and half basic steps. The music finished as the two of you giggled at each other, all the stress and sadness from the library gone. 

Draven held one arm under your butt and the other around your back as he spun around a few more times. When you stopped he pressed him lips against yours softly then pulled away. “I love you more than I could ever tell you. You are my moon and our kids are my stars.” 

You smiled at him, faces almost even as he kept holding you up. “I love you too Draven.. You're my savior.” You unlocked your legs, letting your feet hit the floor before Draven spun you away to dance with Evan. People from the floor running out to join the now herd of people dancing. 

Asteia ran out to find her father, Hunter laughed and pulled Marcaria back out. Xenophilius held his hand out to Pandora who took it, then ran pulling him behind her. Eventually it was just the three men, all contemplating their part in the road that led them there. Sirius walked away and apparated home, no longer wanting to be in your presence. 

 Remus searched the crowd for the three teens he now knew about. Smiling sadly as he watched Asteria dance with Draven, Leo dance with you and Macaria dance with Hunter. All of you had smiles on your faces and love in your eyes as he was filled with regret. Then he hugged James and kissed his cheek before taking his leave as well. 

James watched as you and Draven found your way back to each other when the song was over. He saw the way he looked at you, the look Macaria was talking about and realized he had never looked at anyone like that. And he didn't think anyone had ever looked at him like that. In that moment, one that was filled with regret, he decided to find his version of Draven. 

You and Draven shared one last long kiss before the music ended. Owen pulled you both off the floor so he could start opening gifts, and the party went on. But no one missed the way Draven kept looking at you. Because at the end of the day, you really had hung each and every star in Draven Malfoys sky.

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Fanfic Teaser, M.R

Daisy Everglade had doe eyes.

Round, not a hint rough, and soft, like sun rays. Rough, bleak, with barely a hint of light. Her analytical eyes dull, her rigid posture excruciating, her trembling hands balled into fists. Nothing will be simple about this, nothing at all. She finds herself glaring.

❝Go fuck yourself, Riddle.❞

His body, tucked away in the shadows. He’s around, he always is.

❝Mm, now where’s the fun in that, Dais?❞

She punishes him with her silence, before continuing her trek through the several shelves. Nimble fingertips tracing the spines of books. Books with magic, so tainting, so alluring, so. Her spine slams against the shelf, a massive hand cradling the back of her head upon impact.

❝What the fuck did I say, Sunshine?❞

❝Don’t fucking call me that.❞

Her words, laced with venom, spite, nothing nice. Mattheo’s hand, gripping her jaw bruises, his grip tight, tight, tight, tighter-

❝What’d I say?❞ His tone, a festering pain in her side.

❝You have no right-❞

He growls, his grip excruciating, his fingertips roughly turning her head, until her cheekbone greets the shelf… ❝Marie,❞ Her middle name, ❝What. Did. I. Say?❞

❝Fuck you,❞ Her nails claw the inside of his wrist, ❝You don’t get to reprimand me.❞

❝I do whatever the fuck I want.❞

She squirms in his grasp, ❝And so do I.❞ Her hand, the one by her side slyly sways, sweeping the air, with near magic at her fingertips.

❝Don’t. Even. Think. About. It.❞

His hand snatches the one by her side, finally releasing her jaw, and glaring at her. There is no trace of warmth in his eyes, venom, venom, venom… they used to be soft.

❝Daisy, no wandless magic, no searching for dark tomes.❞ His nose grazes the skin of her cheek, ❝Stop playing with things you don’t understand.❞

❝I. Understand. Plenty.❞ She bites him with words.

❝You’re a clever girl,❞ He looks down at her, ❝You know better than to dive into the dark stuff.❞

❝And you know better than to try and stop me.❞

❝I know you.❞

❝You knew the girl left on floorboards bloody, beaten and bruised.❞ Subconsciously, the scar carved into her forearm burns, ❝You know nothing of me now.❞

❝Stop it, Daisy,❞ His body keeps her pinned against the shelf, ❝Cut this shit out.❞

❝Stop stalking me, Thomas,❞ The middle name card, ❝Leave me alone. You had no problem doing it-❞

❝Shut the fuck up!❞

His voice is loud, his grasp firm, his eyes lethal. Daisy rolls her shoulders back, she hasn’t been on the receiving end since that night, but her poker face is indestructible.

❝Stop pretending to care.❞

I care.

❝Why the fuck are you following me through the halls at night?❞

❝Because you can’t function without me.❞

❝I can.❞ She growls, shoving him off, ❝I don’t need you.❞

❝It’s apparent you do.❞

❝Fuck this.❞ Daisy’s fingertips have already grabbed the book, and she’s dashed out of the aisle. Her legs, much shorter than Mattheo’s do not get her far. He’s already wrapped his arm around her waist tugging her into his chest.

❝Stop fucking fighting me, Daisy.❞

❝Fuck you!❞

He snaps, manhandling her easily, tossing her body onto the nearby table, snatching the book from her grip, and glaring at her eyes ablaze. His fingertips dig into her wrists holding them firmly against his chest. ❝Cut the shit, Everglade.❞

❝Make me.❞

❝You’re playing with fire.❞

❝I love to get burned,❞ she spits out.

❝You’re a fucking whore, you know that?❞

❝And you’re a slut,❞ She growls, wrists still taut in his grip.

❝Tsk, what am I going to do with you, little sun?❞

The nickname renders nostalgia. The nickname tastes bitter. The nickname tastes like the fourth year. So sweet, so innocent, so. Tarnished.

❝Let go of me, Riddle.❞ Oh, how he hates the last name card.

❝Not until you act your fucking age.❞

❝Oh, fuck you.❞ She moves to knee him, but he seems to be one step ahead, his hand catches her thigh- the grip taught, eyes bitter.

❝Don’t make me bend you over.❞

❝Don’t make me bite your dick.❞

❝I want your fucking mouth.❞

❝God, you’re such a piece of shit.❞

Her fingertips fumble with his belt, hands dainty and grazing the hardening bulge. Mattheo growls, shoving her hands off muttering, ❝So fucking slow.❞

Daisy yanks his curls in her hand, he rolls his eyes in response.

❝I want your cock.❞

❝And I want to eat your pussy.❞ his eyes are hard.

❝No.❞ She shuts her legs on instinct. ❝Matt,❞ she gasps out… he hasn’t heard that one in a long time, ❝Matt-❞

His eyes catch her trembling fingertips, he already knows why she won’t let him. She’s been like this since fourth. Since the attack.

❝Sun girl,❞ His eyes are sharp, ❝Your scar won’t make you taste bad,❞ His words are as gentle as they are rough, ❝It all tastes the same to me.❞

❝Mm.❞

❝Tastes like fucking candy.❞ He rasps out, ❝Give me a taste mamás.❞ Those godforsaken nicknames have slipped back into their world tonight.

❝Mattheo-❞

❝I’ve seen you naked before,❞ He deadpans, ❝What’s changed?❞

❝That was fourth year.❞ She glares, ❝A lot has changed.❞

❝Enlighten me.❞

❝I’m thicker. I’ve got thighs now, and hips, my ass is huge, I-❞

❝More for me to grab,❞ His hand tightens at the base of her neck, ❝More for me to mark,❞ His teeth catch her neck, ❝More for me to love.❞ His lips press to her forehead.

Love. Daisy gasps, ❝Mattheo, you don’t understand.❞

❝Flip the skirt, spread your legs, lean back.❞

❝Mattheo.❞

❝I won’t ask again.❞

The hand at her neck slips down to her chest, the palm guiding her back onto the library table. Her hands bunch the navy pleated skirt, hiking it an inch below her scar-

❝Higher.❞

❝My-❞

❝Higher.❞

She shuts her eyes, hands shaking, spine coiling. She hears a sigh from between her legs, Mattheo standing tall, ❝Use your safeword.❞

❝Wh-what?❞

❝If you don’t want to do this, use your safeword.❞

❝I want it.❞

❝Then be my good girl, and lift the fucking skirt.❞

She lifts it, and his eyes catch her lace thong.

❝Mm,❞ He moans, teeth catching the fabric, and his mouth fanning over her center, ❝Such a pretty pussy, baby, gods-❞ the fabric snaps against her skin.

❝Mattheo-❞

❝I’ll replace them.❞

❝No you won’t.❞

❝No I won’t.❞

He dives in. Tongue flicking and sucking her bundle of nerves with intent. She lays stiffly, the nerves eating her alive. She hasn’t been touched… since he touched her in fourth.

❝Daisy,❞ He cranes his head up from between her thighs, ❝Do you want to do this?❞

❝Yes.❞

❝Yeah?❞

❝Yeah.❞ She can’t ignore the pulsing between her legs.

❝Then fucking relax,❞ He holds her thighs, ❝I can’t eat you when you’re rigid.❞

❝Sorry.❞

❝Don’t fucking apologize,❞ He pinches the bridge of his nose, coming up completely from between her legs, his fingertips caressing her sides, ❝Breathe, baby, it’s just me,❞

❝Mm.❞ She keeps her eyes shut, it’s just him, it’s just him, it’s just him. His touch is gentle against her sides, and it’s enough to have Daisy’s spine sinking back onto the table.

❝I want you to moan, Dais, I want you to scream.❞

The thought alone feeds the fire in her stomach. ❝Fuck, Mattheo.❞

❝I know, baby, I know,❞ He kisses the inside of her thigh again, ❝Soon, soon enough. I just want to eat your pussy first, then my cock is all yours.❞

Her eyes roll back, she has always loved his dirty mouth.

❝Mm, good girl.❞

Not anymore.

Hello, my loves! This is my teaser for the fanfic I’m working on… Is it worth posting more? This is just a rough feeler I wanted to put out into the world. Let me know your thoughts, I would be grateful to hear!

(Also forgive me, this was written around three am, so it’s poor… I will be editing soon. 😭)

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Andromeda ‘Andy’ Black II

face claim · katie douglas

fic · like my father before me

house · gryffindor

love interest · fred weasley

Lotus Malfoy

face claim · emily alyn lind

fic · blossom

house · slytherin

love interest · tbd

Maia Simon

 face claim · danielle rose russell

fic · invisible strings

house · gryffindor

love interest · draco malfoy

Daphne McNulty

face claim · ester exposito

fic · bubblegum blonde bombshell

house · slytherin

love interest · draco malfoy

Arpina Black

face claim · kaya scodelario

fic · deep. dark. dangerous.

house · slytherin

love interest · cedric diggory (until death). fred weasley (endgame).

Adikia Crum

face claim · kristine froseth

fic · tried so hard (and got so far)

house · ravenclaw

love interest · george weasley

Lyra Lestrange

face claim · margaret qualley

fic · the new disappointment

house · gryffindor

love interest · fred weasley

Asteria Potter

face claim · sophie turner

fic · light in the dark

house · gryffindor

love interest · fred weasley

Theia Blackwater

face claim · ella purnell

fic · golden child of the blackwater

house · slytherin

love interest · draco malfoy

Stella Lovegood

face claim · elle fanning

fic · first child. second choice.

house · ravenclaw

love interest · fred weasley

Hebe Malfoy

face claim · jenny boyd

fic · a queen is historically better (without a king)

house · slytherin

love interest · tbd

Aphrodite Domaiuwasy

face claim · madelaine petsch

fic · all you wanna do

house · slytherin

love interest · draco malfoy

Hope Lupin

face claim · kaylee bryant

fic · under the moonlight

house · hufflepuff

love interest · harry potter

Kalliopi Malfoy

face claim · dove cameron

fic · fears to fathom

house · slytherin

love interest · george weasley

Morana Whiteburry

face claim · natalie alyn lind

fic · no other choice (but to love you)

house · hufflepuff

love interest · draco malfoy

Brigitte England

face claim · holland roden

fic · strawberry blonde

house · ravenclaw

love interest · tbd

Hela De Vreaker

face claim · lulu antariksa

fic · running home to you

house · slytherin

love interest · draco malfoy

Azalea Zabini

face claim · sarah jeffery

fic · butterflies and hawks

house · slytherin

love interest · draco malfoy

Eurydice Flasotuse

face claim · maude apatow

fic · alone together

house · ravenclaw

love interest · bill weasley

Kamila Darkmore

face claim · katherine langford

fic · mending the angels

house · slytherin

love interest · fred weasley

Vanya Rosier

face claim · victoria konefal

fic · living up to the legacy

house · slytherin

love interest · ron weasley

Annia Johnson

face claim · brittany o'grady

fic · sage of wood

house · ravenclaw

love interest · fred weasley

Avis Feld

face claim · ashley moore

fic · concept of perfection

house · slytherin

love interest · george weasley

Nerina Toscano

face claim · alisha boe

fic · certainty of utopia

house · gryffindor

love interest · draco malfoy

Topaz Tonks

face claim · amanda arcuri

fic · learning from the depths

house · slytherin

love interest · bill weasley

[earlgreydream]

forgiveness.

| draco malfoy x reader | fluff |

dad!draco is offered a position as the new coach for Scorpius’s little-league quidditch team

post-golden era fluff. it’s a bit angsty, but entirely soft dad!draco and very fluffy

“Honey?” You called as you entered your shared home. The kitchen was immaculately clean and organized, and the kettle had just been put on the stove, indicating your husband was home. 

Draco didn’t answer, and you hung your jacket on a hook and pulled off your boots before going further into the house. You found him sitting on the floor with your son in his bedroom. A snitch was whizzing around overhead, and you watched from the doorway, undiscovered by your two boys. 

“Scorpius, are you sure you want me to do this? Your friends’ parents may say unkind things about me.” Draco told your son. 

“You’re the best quidditch player, so you’ll be the best coach. My friends are nice, why would they be mean?” Scorpius asked innocently. He was only eleven, and you and Draco were preparing to send him to Hogwarts in the fall. Now though, the summer was beginning, and his junior-league quidditch team needed a new coach. 

“They may be unkind because I used to be unkind, Scorpius. I made a lot of mistakes when I was young, and I hurt a lot of people. I’ve changed, and I’ve apologized, but not everyone is able to forgive me.” Draco’s tone was serious, and though he kept his voice even, you could hear the hurt behind his words. You covered your mouth with your hand, listening to the two of them. 

“Why not?” Scorpius asked, trying to understand.

“There was a war, and I fought on the wrong side, along with your grandmother, and uncle Theo. That’s why daddy has the scar on his arm. I didn’t want to disappoint my father, but I knew I was doing the wrong thing. I want you to always do what you think is right, no matter what.” 

“I want to be just like you, daddy, because you’re good. I’ll help everyone see that you’re good, now. I want to be forgiving, just like mum says to be.” Scorpius touched the faded dark mark, and you blinked back tears. Draco released a shaky breath, and he looked up when the kettle whistled.

“Come on, let’s make tea for mum when she gets--” Draco started, quieting when he saw you.

“I just got home. How are my boys?” You asked, clearing your throat and quickly brushing the tears from your eyes. Scorpius got up off the floor and ran into your arms, hugging your waist. You combed your fingers through white-blond curls, leaning down to gently kiss his head.

“I’m good! Daddy’s going to coach my team! And everyone’s going to love him.” Scorpius announced proudly, adding the remark at the end with a reassuring look at his father. Draco caught the snitch from the air, putting it away before walking over and kissing you. 

“Hi, beautiful. I’m happy your home.” 

Draco’s voice was quiet, and the three of you went to the kitchen, where Draco pulled the shrieking kettle from the stove to make you tea. You handed him earl grey tea bags, and Scorpius held up a fruit tea. 

“Here, darling,” you handed him the cup before he went off with it to the living room to entertain himself with a muggle movie. 

Draco watched his son go, leaning against the counter. 

“You told them you’d do it?”

“They extended me the offer to coach. I’ll accept it after I drink this tea,” he answered, scratching at his scarred forearm while he waited for the tea to brew. You gently laid your hand over his arm, making him quit before he left red marks. 

“I’m sorry, I’m doing better.” Draco apologized, and you leaned up and kissed him. 

“I know. It’s okay, I understand that you’re nervous. But they’re right, you are very good at quidditch. And you’re patient and sweet, so you’ll be great with the children.” 

A small smile pulled at his lips, and he pulled you into a hug. The two of you finished making your tea before joining Scorpius in the living room, where he was intently watching a disney film. 

“Mum, look, they do magic like we do!” Scorpius pointed to the fairies on the screen.

“I see, darling.” You smiled sweetly, sitting down on the couch. Draco sat behind you, pulling you to lean back against his chest. He sipped his tea and read from a novel, and you watched the film with your son. 

Draco sent a letter with an owl to accept the coaching position, and you soothed his worries. 

“Go shower before bed, Scorpius,” you excused your son from dinner, smiling as he thanked you for the food before running off. You and Draco had raised a brilliant, sweet, and loving son. Draco was a fantastic father, and it warmed your heart to see.

“I’m going to run out for a bit. I’ll be back, my love.” Draco kissed your head before slipping on his coat and leaving. He didn’t need to say where he was going, you knew. Whenever Draco was overwhelmed, he went to Cedric Diggory’s grave to leave flowers. They had been deeply close before he was killed during your fourth year, and Draco left flowers at his grave, more regularly after his father passed. 

“Mum!” You went off to see to Scorpius, who was sat on his bed. The pretend stars Draco had put all over the ceiling, glowed softly, making his white hair shine. It fell it wet curls over his face, and you giggled at him, picking up a brush from the dresser. 

“Where’s daddy?” he asked as you brushed his hair. 

“He went out for a bit. I’ll send him in to tell you goodnight when he’s home.” 

“I’m excited for him to coach.”

“I know, he’s excited too. You’ve got to be gentle with him though, okay?” 

“I’m always gentle, mum.” 

You pulled him into your arms at that, kissing his head and cradling his small body to yours. 

“I know, darling.”

You slipped into one of Draco’s old Slytherin quidditch sweaters, getting ready for their first game. It would get warm in the summer, but it was still cool enough that you could be comfortable in the knit. 

Draco tied Scorpius’s hair out of his face, into a little bun on top of his head before the three of you apparated to the park. 

“Have fun, my loves.” You kissed Draco and waved to Scorpius before joining the other parents in the stands. You’d all been on the team together since the children were toddlers, though you knew that you, Draco, Theo, and his wife were all a bit outcasted from the rest as a group. You hoped it would be better with Draco as the coach, and you were thankful that Harry and Hermione both endorsed him with the other parents. 

“Y/N!” Hermione smiled, hugging you tightly as you walked up into the stands. Despite being in Slytherin, you two had been study partners at Hogwarts, and had continued to be friends as adults. She and Harry had warmed up to Draco through her friendship with you, but Ron was always apprehensive. 

“Scorpius looks so grown with his hair up! Like Draco,” She grinned, and you agreed. Her daughter, Rose looked older too, and was much taller than the summer before. 

“Hi, Neville.” You smiled as he and Luna sat down beside you. 

“Y/N,” he nodded, returning your smile politely. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself, tracing the knit on Draco’s sweater, and you watched him reign in the excited children. Everyone was watching. He cheered on the children when they did well, earning smiles.

Their practice lasted almost two hours, and everyone was chattering about the students going to Hogwarts in the fall. 

“I know that my daughter is a hufflepuff.” Theodore said to you, making you giggle.

“Yeah? I agree.”

“I’m proud of her too.” Theo added, making a couple turn. 

“Scorpius will likely be a slytherin.” 

Your friends agreed, and when the practice finished, you all went to the field. 

Draco was incredibly proud of all of the students, and he praised their efforts. He grinned as Asteria Longbottom ran up and threw her arms around Scorpius’s neck, giggling at their success as seekers. 

“Daddy, can Asteria come to play? I want to show her one of the muggle movies.” Scorpius begged him. 

“It’s up to Asteria and her parents. They’re always welcome.” Draco answered, looking up at you as you walked up, followed by Neville and Luna. 

“Mum, can I go, please?” Asteria begged, and Draco spoke up.

“Neville, Luna, we’ve been baking this morning, we’d love to have you for tea. Asteria can play with Scorpius.” He looked shy as he spoke to the couple who had been wary of him, even before the war. 

“Yes, alright.” Neville nodded, and you smiled. 

“Thank you, Mister Malfoy!” Rose Weasley called, along with Albus Potter.

“Certainly, Miss Weasley. You did exceptionally today.” He waved at her, and Ron’s gaze softened. 

“Shall we?” You asked, taking Luna’s hand as the six of you apparated back to your home. The kitchen smelled of the pastries that you and Draco had spent the morning making while Scorpius had read about quidditch strategies at the table, the book now discarded. 

“Show Asteria your films.” You told Scorpius with a smile.

“Asteria, you’re welcome to anything in our home if you’re hungry, Scorpius can show you,” Draco said kindly.

“Thank you, Mister Malfoy,” She said with a grin, and Luna and Neville watched her run out in giggles with her friend. 

You had a seat around the table, the pastries and teas appearing in front of you. 

“Neville, I heard you’ll be teaching Herbology at Hogwarts starting this term?” Draco asked, making him smile and easing a bit of the tension.

“Yes, I’m quite looking forward to it. Though, I hope they’ll like me.”

“I’m sure they’ll love you. You will be a wonderful professor. You always were much better than me at herbology. Scorpius has been saying that he’s excited for you to teach him. Hopefully he’s a better student than I at it.” Draco laughed, and Neville’s smile was genuine. 

“And you? Will you coach quidditch at the school after this summer gig.” 

“No, likely not. I quite enjoy working for Hermione Granger at the Ministry.” 

The four of you chattered over several cups of tea and pastries, completely losing track of time as the tension melted and bridges were built. 

“I’m so sorry, but we have dinner plans.” Luna apologized.

“No worries, thank you for coming. You’re all always welcome. Asteria too,” you smiled, squeezing the girl’s shoulder. 

“Thank you. We’d love to have you at ours sometime too.”

Once they were gone and Scorpius was fed, you spent time with your husband, laying on top of your pile of pillows and duvet.

“I loved it, Y/N. They’re so sweet and it was so much fun to teach them.” Draco was beaming, and it warmed your heart.

“You’re such a great coach, the students loved you. And their parents will too. And most importantly, I love you.” You held his face and kissed him, giggles erupting between the two of you at your cheesy sweetness.

“I love you too.” 

[magravenwrites]

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[auxiliarydetective]

The last Artbreeder family was already chaotic, but this one is even more chaotic. May I introduce to you, the Weasleys, specifically the Weasley-Malfoy branch

Again, shame on Artbreeder for not having a better picture of Fred. But this is quite alright. It doesn't spark Freddie energy, but it has the main facial features

These three are triplets, (from left to right) Andromeda, Leo and Sagittaria. As you might guess, Asteria chose to stick with the Black family tradition of naming children after stars/constellations and Fred let her, though he did throw in his comments if the name ideas were getting too old-fashioned or odd.

Andromeda is the named not only after a constellation, but also after Asteria's aunt Andromeda, Tonk's mother, who was burned off the Black family tree for marrying Ted Tonks. She's the least chaotic of the triplets, more quiet and reserved, but also more cunning. Instead of being loud and energetic, she'll throw sarcastic comments from the sidelines. Whenever her family is at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, she usually keeps to the back, going over the paperwork, putting orders together or restocking items. Andromeda is a Slytherin and plans to take over the shop someday when her father and uncle feel like they're ready. Being the first Slytherin in the Weasley family doesn't bother her at all. She knows that it's the house her mother's family has always been in - safe for Sirius - and personally believes that her father and his twin could also have been Slytherins. Either way, she takes pride in her house. One of her magical talents lies in Divination.

Leo comes from the Leo constellation and is a huge nod to Gryffindor, being Fred's house, the house the Weasley family has been in for ages. Plus, it's not that far of a stretch to say that Asteria had the Gryffindor quidditch team in mind while choosing this name, considering her relationship to it and its former captain, Oliver Wood. Fitting to his name, Leo is on the Gryffindor quidditch team as a chaser - a very skilled one as "Uncle Ollie" likes to mention. He's definitely his favourite "nephew". On top of being great at quidditch, he's a very brave duellist and popular in the school's duelling club

Sagittaria is named after Sagittarius upon a vision Asteria had shortly before the triplets' birth. She's also a Gryffindor and a beater, also oddly fitting to her name since she's very accurate in knocking people off their brooms. On top of that, she seems to be the only sibling to have inherited Asteria's affinity for fire.

The triplets all have second names which are mostly there for Asteria to yell at them when they inevitably cause massive chaos. She had noticed while spending time at the Burrow over various holidays that "Frederick Gideon Weasley" had always had a stronger impact than "Fred Weasley" and put that knowledge to good use. So, she gave her kids the full names of Andromeda Leto Weasley, Leo Ignatius Weasley and Sagittaria Pheobe Weasley. Sometimes, she may even add an "of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black" at the end, which usually signals she’s joking

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La hora de la venganza un nuevo jugador aparece

La hora de la venganza, un nuevo jugador aparece

by Blackmoon2750

En todo este amplio y perverso mundo lo unico que tienes que temer es a mi.

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 Cuándo la joven Dorea Lilian Potter o mejor conocida como Morgana Asteria Peverell ahora en el pasado antes que comenzar su año en Hogwarts, buscara venganza o justicia por los que ocasionaron la destrucción de su vida y mundo, nada la va a detener hasta conseguirlo.

Words: 178, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Diary Tom Riddle, Ring tom

Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Neville Longbottom/Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Susan Bones/Theodore Nott, Hannah Abbott/Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood/Charlie Weasley

Additional Tags: Female Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Magical Tattoos, Sane Tom Riddle, Possessive Tom Riddle, Master of Death Harry Potter, Slytherin Harry Potter, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Bisexual Blaise Zabini, Creature Harry Potter, Harry Potter is Lord Peverell, Harry is a Little Shit, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Ron Weasley Bashing, Rough Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Time Travel Fix-It, Past Child Abuse, Past Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pagan Gods, Pagan Festivals, Harry Potter is a Horcrux, Wizarding Culture (Harry Potter), Death name is Thanatos, death and harry are besties chaotic, Harry es la reencarnación de Morgana

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48495628