Does anyone want to fill this prompt for me? Pretty please?
Young Lucius befriends Little Narcissa during a playdate. Baby Sirius does not approve.
Lucius Malfoy admired the shine in his black leather shoes, twisting one ankle slightly to catch the light at another ankle. At almost nine years old his mother had finally decided that her little gentleman was old enough to go visiting with her several days a week and that was substantially more fun than sitting with Tutor all day trying to figure out pointless sums and memorize unimportant dates. And he got new clothes. Young Master Malfoy was pleased about this situation as a whole.
Not that it didn’t have drawbacks, of course. Lucius suffered his fair share of boring conversations that he didn’t truly listen to, half-stale teacakes, and insufferable children. No, he did not want to play Auror-and-Robber with Rabastan Lestrange ever again, that was for sure. He was far more mature than other boys his age, he decided. And girls! His mother had nudge her towards several blushing toddlers as if he was expected to play dolls with them.
His mother had told him, as she bundled her little angel up in his mink fur cloak, that they were to be visiting the Blacks today. The Blacks, he knew, had two sons that were almost his age. Both were not his taste, Lucius sniffed as he slipped his fingers into his mother’s hand. The jolt in his belly confirmed he had no choice in the matter. Hopefully he’d get a good snack from this (after all, the new cloak and shoes were yesterday’s presents and he needed a present for Tuesday).
So when they arrived at the Black’s, it wasn’t the unfamiliar surroundings that perturbed the young boy (this was much grander and lighter than he remembered). It was the three girls sitting on the stairs, watching his movement. There must be more of them, Lucius decided with a frown. And it could be assumed that they were all like their brothers..
Lucius’ mother pushed him ever so gently (and with a laugh, which caused little Lucius’ fists to ball up) towards the girls. One, the tallest who was wearing Hogwarts robes and had an ugly look on her face, turned around and practically ran up the stairs. Well, no matter with her. She didn’t look much fun anyway.
The second girl greeted him politely enough but looked down at a book! A book, for Merlin’s sake! Lucius Malfoy was much more interesting than a book. He had half a mind to rip the thing from her hands and chuck it down the stairs. It was only when the youngest, smallest girl looked up at him, did he stop thinking of ways to push her down the stairs and make it look like an accident.
“Would you like tea?” She asked, her wide blue eyes gazing up at him in sheer wonder.
This girl, Lucius begrudgingly decided, would have to serve as playmate for the day. Which, in retrospect, wasn’t all that bad, really. The little pale girl had told him that he should call her Cissy, which wasn’t that bad a name. And when she led him above stairs to her playroom, there were only two dolls seated at the little table in the center. She didn’t even make him talk to them. She placed a cupcake (which had particularly good frosting and she let him have her frosting too) on his plate and poured half-warm tea from a little china teapot (that was almost as nice as the one his Mother had).
It didn’t even matter that she was almost seven. She was much better company than any of her siblings. When he casually asked where her brothers were- his mother had told him he should always ask after a woman’s family during tea and Cissy had already extinguished her rage-filled gossip on her mother’s denial of a new doll and her sisters’ greed with their own- she frowned.
“I don’t have brothers, I have cousins. They’re just as dumb, though.”
“Sirius and Regulus are your cousins?”
“Yes, though Bella told me this morning that Sirius was found on the doorstep and Aunt Walburga felt so bad that he was an ugly baby that she took him in.” Lucius watched her little nose wrinkle as a wave of pale skin and black hair rose up behind her. Sirius, who’d been waiting beneath a mountain of cashmere blankets and stuffed rabbits for the perfect opportunity to knock the tea over his cousins’ white dress or press the frosted cupcakes to her hair, had burst out suddenly and dragged Cousin Cissy to the floor.
“I was not an ugly baby!” The boy-child shrieked, digging his fingers into her blonde buns and tugging sharply. Narcissa pulled herself away, starting to shriek as well. “And those were my cupcakes!”
Druella, Walburga, and Lucretia had to run to the rescue of the three children as Lucius wasn’t one to simply watch a fight happen before his eyes. A few bruised lips and a hunk of pale hair gripped in Sirius’ fist later, the mothers had their respective children in firm grasps.
“You’re a rotten cupcake eater, Lucius Malfoy!” Called Sirius Black as his mother was forced to pull the child into her arms. Lucretia Malfoy was careful to cover her son’s mouth as a retort was loose on his tongue.
Lucius’ hand pressed against the side of his wife’s head, forcing her cheek deeper into the rumpled bedding. He released her slowly and dragged his knuckles over her cheek, across her neck, and down the material of her dress’ bodice. Her small shudder did not go unnoticed.
AND several days early.
Let there be fanfiction :)
Their first Christmas, the very first one, was a white one. Lucius had been ready to magically produce the bits of partially frozen water to please his young wife but weather had come through. December 1st he’d caught her gazing out the window longingly, one hand gently stroking her already well-rounded stomach. She would sigh, prop her head up on her palm, and gaze out into the back of the estate. Occasionally she’d mentioned in tired tone that if it were to be this cold then there should at least be snow. She hadn’t stopped after the first, either. Each day she’d watch the landscape become increasingly desolate looking; the grass brown, wrapped in frozen-dew shells and the final gardening charms gone.
The Guardian. (via lucyripley)
“A purity ring doesn’t carry much meaning when Ron Weasley is pulling it off with his teeth.”
(via satanic-pony)
I’m just gonna be over here, slow-clapping.
(via ifeelbetterer)
“But if anything, most fan fiction is a rejection of Rihanna and EL James’s leather-bound version of sexuality. When most teenagers are faced with the miserable advice of sex education (put a condom on a carrot, use a mirror to look at your bits), or the miserable version of sexuality in porn, fan fiction offers a more honest way to engage with relationships and sex.”
Here here, Guardian.
(via professorspork)
My Archive of Our Own invite is estimated to arrive on Christmas. LUCISSA SMUT FOR EVERYONE ON CHRISTMAS.
No, but really. Send me prompts and you’ll either get smut or a picture of a cat vaguely related.
win/win.
To Accompany Part Un.
Lucius Malfoy refilled the glass of brandy he’d only half finished. It would be his third one that evening, though it had been years since any sort of spirit had done much to his spirit. He had thought to dull his mind that evening, sick of the thoughts that slipped into his psyche every time he let his attentions wander. The blond pressed his foot to the carpet and half-slumped into his chair. The eyes ever-so-fixated on the rows of books before him blurred slightly as the corners of his mouth twisted into a smirk. ‘No, sick was the wrong word,’ his mind chastised. ‘Brilliant, wonderful, sensual, earned, wanted…anything but sick.’
It was raining that night, Narcissa vaguely registered as she stared out the half-cleaned windowpane. Her breath collected on the glass and she gingerly reached one, delicate hand to wipe away the fog. Her eyes reflected then, glassy and blue; the color of the ocean when summer had hit its apex and one could see right to the sand floor of the marine world. They were pale irises, unable to stand up to the dark depths of her pupils; the blue drowned in them, as if sinking into a black hole of nothingness from which it never would escape. Perhaps one day she would wake up blind to the world, her irises having finally succumbed to the pull of black, depressive depths.
Classes are over! Finals are a week away! So, here’s the point. Does anyone have any long, beautiful, Lucissa fanfiction recommendations?
Hi! Hello! Hey you!
For those of you who haven’t grasped this yet, this is not a fashion blog. It’s an in-character blog. Yes, you read that correctly. And IC Tumblr. For who? Miss Narcissa Black. Mademoiselle Noire. Ah! There we go. You lot figured it out.
For my lovely followers who just appreciate an imaginary character’s taste, I love you. You make my inner-Cissa freak out with every little message.
For the rare breed of follower that enjoy Narcissa’s head-canon facts, I love you too! It’s your help I sort of need at the moment. I’ve hit a dry spell with ‘Cissa. Not muse wise- never, ever that. But I need fanfiction. I need a Lucius to roleplay with. Hell, I need to learn to roleplay on Tumblr ( I can grasp the concept anywhere else, but here? Nope! I must have a mental block on it). Will you be my little watering cans for this dry season?
Message me! <3
Thank you! Clearly you’ve got fantastic taste as well. :]
