#threads;; lucius

[bellaaegis]

who: @luciusthelusciouswhere: gryffindor common room event: house party

Bellatrix was nothing if not determined and on top of that incredibly sturbborn. A party hosted by a house filled with baboons seemed incredibly wrong to begin with yet she wasn't a witch who would pass up on the chance to celebrate her last year at Hogwarts. After this there was a whole other world waiting out there. Was she ready? Oh, time would tell but that time wasn't now. The thought made her huff before said huff was replaced with a grin when she spotted someone all too lonely and bored looking. Whoever was in the way of her goal was simply pushed aside. "Move."

Lucius Malfoy, the one friend other than Alecto that would agree. "Someone's been saying Gryffindor has the better parties and you look far too lonely and bored over here. We can't have that, either of it." She glanced at him before leaning against the wall as she let her eyes scan the room. "I'm not going to do anything about it, not yet. Let them feel their victory. Whatever that does for their ego." She wasn't a prankster, no. Bellatrix Black simply wanted it clear that there was no better than them.

[fcrox]

"I'll take that as a compliment." There it was, the all too familiar smirk. "I don't mind being considered scary on the pitch. It's what I aim for. It makes it so, so much easier to score when everyone is worried about their sweet little butt on a broom." Clara wasn't going to sugarcoat things. While she may have been a far cry from the level of brutality a Death Eater could reach, her brother and father having been a rather interesting example, the witch still had some tricks up her sleeve.

The brunette allowed her fingers to glide over a product on a stand next to them; yet another bottle of broom polish with yet another seemingly natural scent. "Sounds like you've had a good time. Married life looks good on you." Smile, softer than most things she granted others. A pause followed, broken by herself as she pushed the silence to the back of her mind. "It's nice. Crowded. A lot more crowded. And, apparently, fans seem to run off. Plenty of weddings too. Seems like you and Cissa may have caused a chain reaction. Or perhaps it is simply the season." Either may have been the case. Clara Ivanova was hardly someone who lacked the awareness regarding the esteem the Malfoys had. - @luciusmalfoyx

There were worse people Clara could have ran into, one name coming to mind, Bellatrix, would could have ended differently. The few interactions the two shared, it had not been painful, able to keep a conversation flowing. "Depends. Here? No." He had seen her on the pitch, and that was a different story. "In the air? Yes."

A smile appeared on his features at the mention of his honeymoon. There was part of him that would have still preferred being tucked away with his wife. Alas, the cause beckoned them home. "It was, a honeymoon." He didn't know how else to describe it. "We are home and back to normal life." One where he looked forward to going home at night. "How are you liking it in London?" He knew she was friends with Sethos.

[xantoninxdolohovx]

Who: @fcrox (Leta Rosier) Where: Malfoy x Black Wedding Reception

"Expelliarmus!" The lessons never stopped and that was something important. The glasses had hover charms on them so there was less impact than he would have desired, but he was pretty sure that he had taken her by surprise. “The wedding is probably safe, but you can’t let something like that lower your guard.  There are always threats from without and within. Odd clients and professional duelists can drop out of the air.”  He moved her glass back to her hand with a flick of his wand before putting it away.  A few guests seemed annoyed at the surprise, but he quelled any anger by returning a few stares before he settled on Leta.  “How have you been, I’m sure outfits for the wedding and personal orders must have kept you from being too bored?”

[midnightsaboteur]

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@carlosreyeswrites

Lucius chuckled when Cindy abruptly clamped his hand between her thighs, stopping his advance towards her sex. She still had her gaze on the other male, and when she mused about how they were too hot to say no to, Lucius laughed again. 

“Hotter than me, baby girl?” he murmured, tone teasing even if a part of his mind genuinely wanted to know the answer. Lucius wasn’t a jealous man by nature, but he did always have a sense of curiosity about what Cindy might like. If he’d had any doubt then it would’ve evaporated the instant she straddled his lap, and with his newly freed hands, Lucius began running them up and down her thighs again. 

“Of course, babe,” he told her when she asked if he could work his magic to get the other male home with them. With a smirk on his features, Lucius leaned in and murmured “Though I might need your help… If we put on a show here, and you look over with those beautiful ‘fuck me’ eyes of yours then how could he resist? Just like me, he should be thinking about how beautiful you’d look with two dicks fucking you tonight.” 

[nokomento]

there was an expression meme on twitter

i used my son for it UωU

[notdelicatc]

Never let it be said that Emmeline wasn’t good at listening, nodding along as the words reached her ears. “Then let us be glad this isn’t a muggle museum.” From the things she’d heard, the involuntary babbling of muggleborns around London, they did have some advances in their world that made things trickier. A shrug, the thought too silly to pay more mind to than was necessary. With a nod toward the blond she turned toward the museum, hood back where it belonged. “I’m nothing if not smart. I’d hate for anyone to think me otherwise.” They all had their pride, and this simply was hers.

Without so much as another minute wasted the witch disappeared into the building, glad to be surrounded by buzzing magic rather than muggle magic. Not that their inventions could be called that. Whatever it was that kept them going, it wouldn’t work in their world. Too many interferences and honestly, she liked it that way. A quick location charm before she made her rounds, adjusting the wards to let her through without so much as a hitch before she finally found herself face to face with the object of this whole operation.

“Got ’cha.” The smirk evident on her lips she made sure to break whatever spells there were before grabbing the item. It was a rather simple artifact, rather plain and yet it held more magic than most. Despite everything she slipped it into the bag before replacing it with the duplicate. Emmeline would deal with the rest once she was back in the safety of her shop. After that it was nothing more than simple magic recasting. The owner would be none the wiser, of that, she was sure.

Exactly eleven minutes later she stepped outside, heels clicking on the pavement. “Do you want to take it, or would you like me to check for curses and other nasty surprises?” Emmeline turned toward the one she’d left waiting, curiosity dancing in her eyes. It was, by extension, an open invitation to come back to the shop. These types of charms would hardly take long to remove. After that, he was free to take it wherever it needed to go. - @luciusmalfoyx

Lucius took a moment, standing outside the museum and pondered Emmeline's question. He was a wizard with words and was certain he could talk a good amount of time. It was a knack of his. "I have enough information on his mudblood manager that I could go for however long you need." Their job shouldn't be an issue and there should be no one to interrupt them.

Ten minutes was something he could work with. This time of the day should not make for a heavy crowd. Lucius nods his head. "Yes, this is the replica." The goal was to take the curse off the real one that they can take it with them and leave one the muggles would never suspect to be a fake. They were stupid mammals like that. "That is smart thinking." He goes to open the door for her, confident that both of them were ready to handle this mission.

[invcntions]

closed starter for the love of my life @silkchvffon

“ jude ! ” his voice rings out with the cheer of a man just fortunate enough to run into ( systematically track down ) an old acquaintance, feigned surprise not bothering to rest on his features when they both know him better than that. “ i brought you a gift. ” he announces proudly, head nodding back in the direction of the human hovering a few meters behind. “ — a willing one. ” if only because it's been too easy ever since the popularity of twilight. and dragging a body through the streets had a tendency to gain looks. “ consider it a congratulations — i hear you're recently single, thought you might want to reconsider a past proposal of mine, finally have some fun. ”

[frznkingdom]

Realm of Elpis: Laurel (Part 3/4)

(Part 2)

"THAT'S ENOUGH ERENDIS!"

The male voice seemed to echo around Laurel, sounding commanding, yet also desperate and frail. In the blink of an eye, a wave of blue light emanated around her, and it seemed to drive the shadows away.

Immediately, Laurel felt the searing pain in her arm vanish. She gasped for air, bolting up into a sitting position, her eyes darting about to try and understand what had just happened.

"W-... what...?"

That mysterious woman from earlier was now gone. Instead, there was...

"H-hey... are... are you alright?"

The male stumbled slightly towards her, leaning on his staff, seemingly out of breath. Laurel couldn't help but briefly notice the lantern that was attached at the top, the soft glow of a tiny blue flame flickering within it.

"W-what just- Who are you?"

"I'm Lucius. It's okay, you're safe now."

"Th-that woman-! M-my arm-!"

"She can't hurt you. Not for a while at least. I banished her shadows for the time. She was making you see things that weren't real."

At that revelation, Laurel immediately glanced down. Her arm now looked completely normal, not a single resemblance to a grimm appendage.

"I-I don't-" She started to talk, still overwhelmed with questions, before she realized their surroundings had changed. They were no longer in a Mantle alleyway. Instead, it was a dark forest.

"I know you're scared. I'll explain everything in a bit. We just... need to get to safety, before she returns. I have a sanctuary not too far from here."

In a matter of seconds, he appeared to transform into a silvery blue deer.

"Hop on. I know my way around these woods. She won't find us where we're going."

[malfaith]

sometimes people hold their muses back from hurting or being mean and i want you to know you should NEVER do this.

i am the no. 1 lucius pain enjoyer

please hurt him as much as possible at all times

he deserves people being mean to him

[flameandindifference]

Like this if you want a thread with the demon child

[thefvrious]

@ghostsxagain sent -> ( behind you ) lucius hugs valentine from behind

Things are not well in the kingdom, not for the young prince who is set to take the thrown and certainly not for the esquire of the body set to join him. Their feelings for each other are too vast, too huge, too innumerable, and yet Lucius' marriage looms before them like a storm cloud or the threat of the enemy on the horizon.

Valentine is lost in thought as he stares at a portrait of the man he loves, a recent one, one set to be sent to his wife-to-be. He feels sick to his stomach, wishes — not for the first or hundredth time — that he had been born something else, someone else, so that he can live the way he wants. He doesn't even hear the prince approaching despite his heeled footsteps on the castle floor.

He knows those arms, though, knows that touch. He's pulled immediately from that waking nightmare by the familiar scent of his lover, from the warmth of his embrace. Val's hands fall on top of Lucius' arms and he heaves a sigh, glancing out the corner of his eye to ensure they are alone even as he feels lips at his neck. "You devil." But he's laughing, turning to face the other man, to look up at him affectionately. "Are you in need of my assistance, your Royal Highness?"

[izzyeffinhands]

“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?” from Lucius <3

Izzy had just been roughing it out like he always did. When you’re first mate and quartermaster, you don’t exactly get the luxury of relaxing. He had to push through when his stomach hurt, when his muscles and arthritic joints were screaming at him. Someone had to keep this ship afloat.

But he’d made the mistake of allowing a cough to break through. He’d tried to muffle it with his glove. Then came another, and another and he couldn’t stop them no matter how much he tried to. It drew attention from the crew, particularly Lucius. Hearing sweetheart he practically wanted to cringe, as he damn sure wasn’t used to being called that. If he wasn’t sick as a sea dog, he’d probably enjoy it a lot more.

“ Someone’s gotta keep this bloody ship going.. “ Izzy mumbled as his eyelids dropped a bit. He felt wretched and the hot sun of the Caribbean did him no favors. He was the backbone of this crew and he damn well knew it. Besides, he never was a man to show weakness of any kind.

[aliumvoces]

         「 closed starter for @familyname 」

         It’s been all over The Daily Prophet by now. How the miraculous Boy Who Lived faced The Dark Lord, confirming his return. 

         Admittedly, after the brief surge of exhilaration coursed through his veins at the news, he was brought back to reality by the events that followed: all the previously-deemed lies Potter had told, now coming to fruition. The disclosure of supposed Death Eaters.

         And he’s worried, despite the reassurance that he ought not to be. 

         Sparing sidelong glances towards his parents, hushed whispers are barely audible as they speak to one another out of what they assume would be his earshot. But he’s not stupid. He’s not a child anymore — he hasn’t been for quite some time. It didn’t take him long to put two and two together to figure out there’d no doubt be Aurors at their door any given day now.

         Watching as his mother exits the room — her blonde hair trailing behind her as his aunt leads her up the stairs — his gaze soon falls upon his father. The ever poised, well-established man now stands before him looking slightly grim and worse for ware. He doesn’t want to point this out — doesn’t want to cause his parents any more turmoil than they’re already dealing with — but it’s hard seeing his father this way. Hard watching the man he admires most in this world fall under the stress caused by such nonsense. 

         So he avoids the topic — for now.

         ‘   You’re not going with her?   ’ 

[xantoninxdolohovx]

Who: @fcrox (Emmeline) Where: Malfoy x Black Wedding Reception Antonin came up beside the woman a few drinks floating behind him. "Miss Vance I presume? May I offer you a drink, feel free to take several, I know I have." He smiled, something less off putting than the smirking grin he usually wore. "I've heard good things between what makes its way around the ministry and the recommendation of Rabastan Lestrange. I trust no other were his direct words. Do you have any experience with direct curses I wonder or only breaking them on objects or others, such a difference, though old spells can grow powerful over they years, I'm sure you have some interesting tales."

[midnightsaboteur]

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“Really,” Lucius affirmed, tone low and husky as his lips remained just by her ear. He tilted back only when Kennedy turned to look at him, their gazes meeting and thus allowing Lucius to see the familiar glint of lust that entered her eyes whenever her desires ran wild. It prompted a slight smirk on his features, and he began gently rubbing up and down on her thigh with his fingertips, ghosting the hem of her dress every few moments. 

“So gorgeous. You have very fine taste, although I know that already,” Lucius teased, smirking briefly and winking at her. “I think we’d both have a lot of fun with her. I’m already thinking about watching the two of you going at it… and I won’t lie either, I’d love to see you both worshipping my cock at the same time.” Lucius’ tone grew huskier as he spoke, whilst his member grew hard against his pants, creating a soon prominent bulge.  

@missperfectlyfinewrites

[xantoninxdolohovx]

"It was a nice chat wasn't it. I'll look into it." Would he buy her house, it was nice enough, but the fact she was selling it likely to move in with Rabastan, would it be enough for what he needed. At least in the short term yes. If nothing else it would be a challenge in detection and enchantment making sure there were no little surprises. "Say hello to young Rabastan for me. Tell him your old place might have better storage for my socks." He tapped his nose before turning away and taking a drink knowing it was something that might stick in her mind especially if she didn't pass on the message.

Alecto noted the way he changed the subject and would give him credit for it. He did wish to keep his life. "I am in the market of selling my townhome, the dungeon included." He had already seen it and knew the layout. Those that would benefit from the extra in the basement she would reach out first, before removing it to put on the market for anyone to purchase.

At least he was congratulating and not whining about not receiving an invitation. "Thank you, I do appreciate it." From the corner of her eye she catches Rabastan. "Excuse me, I see my husband." A pause. "It was nice chatting." No, it was not, but pleasantries were required.