Let’s be honest…. My little bi heart originally a Carlsme stan swerved into Dramionie then realised that’s child’s play and the real relationship is Lucissa (or just Narcissa with anyone) I’m addicted to parents apparently. I sometimes write, Esme/Narcissa deserve everything.
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The first hint of trouble was the way Lucius fastened her garter from behind.
He was too slow.
Too precise.
His fingers lingered just a beat too long on the strap, the pad of his thumb brushing over the inside of her thigh like it was silk too — like he owned it.
Narcissa met his eyes in the gilded mirror, one brow raised.
She didn’t need help dressing. That wasn’t the point.
“Something on your mind, my lord?” she purred.
Lucius didn’t answer. He simply stood, trailing that same hand up the rest of her leg, over the curve of her hip, then around to her front— where he pressed her against the dressing table.
“I thought we agreed not to be late tonight,” she said, voice light but laced with anticipation.
“Mm,” he murmured, lips grazing her bare shoulder. “We did.”
But his hands said otherwise.
He tugged open the delicate row of clasps on her corset like he had every right to—because he did. He was kissing the column of her throat now, just beneath her ear, and she felt her body responding shamelessly. A slow ache pooling between her legs.
“We can’t,” she whispered, though she was already tilting her hips back into him. “The guests will be arriving in an hour.”
“Then you’d better come quickly.”
That bastard.
She let out a breath that was half a laugh, half a moan.
Lucius turned her in one fluid movement, his mouth crashing against hers. She opened for him instantly, tongue meeting his, her fingers clawing into his shirt to drag him closer. He was already hard — god, always hard for her — and she pushed her thigh between his legs, grinding just enough to make him groan.
Her corset slid to the floor. His hand found her breast. Her teeth grazed his lower lip in retaliation, and he grabbed her hair for it, just enough to make her gasp.
“You’re such a spoiled fucking thing,” he growled into her mouth.
“And you love it,” she gasped, arching into his touch. “Now shut up and fuck me.”
She hiked herself up onto the dressing table, silk stockings parted, lips swollen, breathing ragged — and he looked at her like he wanted to devour her.
Lucius knelt.
He knelt.
The first brush of his mouth against her already-throbbing cunt made her cry out, fingers digging into the edge of the aged wood. His tongue was slow at first, measured — circling, flicking, pressing just where she needed it, but never quite enough.
“Lucius, don’t—” she gasped. “Don’t you dare tease—”
He moaned against her, and the vibration nearly sent her spiralling. She was right on the edge — hips rolling, breath breaking, a knot of pleasure tightening so sharply she could taste the high coming—
And then he pulled back.
Just.
Fucking.
Stopped.
She blinked down at him, stunned. “What—”
Lucius stood, lips glistening, jaw darkened with scruff, smirking.
“If I let you come now,” he said silkily, brushing a thumb down her slick centre, “you’ll be too soft all evening. And I have guests to entertain.”
Her mouth opened. Closed. Rage bloomed in her belly. “You utter prick—”
He bent to kiss her neck. “You’ll survive. Barely.” His voice dropped lower. “And you’ll remember this ache every minute I ignore you.”
She shoved him back with a glare, sliding off the dressing table with the grace of a vengeful goddess.
“Oh, I’ll remember,” she hissed, fastening the silk at her waist again. “I’ll remember everything.”
Lucius turned back to the mirror to adjust his collar.
And he missed the look in her eyes — the promise written in the curl of her lips as she planned his ruin.
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Please read my new fanfic.. especially if you love Narcissa.
It’s complete
It has two parts
The second part The Man Behind the Mask is very Lucius and Narcissa
It’s taken me MONTHS and MONTHS 🥹
Excerpt below…
“I know your husband’s in prison. I know your son’s off somewhere with his new wife. And I know you haven’t stopped looking at my scars since I walked in.”
A flush. Just a flicker — but he caught it.
“I find them curious,” she said.
He leaned in slightly, voice lower now.
“I find you curious.”
There was heat there. Tangible, growing, daring her.
Narcissa finished her drink. "You're too young for me."
Charlie’s gaze dropped slowly to her mouth. “You’ve never looked younger.”
That earned him a sharp glance, the kind she used to silence Death Eaters. He didn’t flinch.
"You wear arrogance well," she murmured.
"And you wear silk like sin."
Another silence. And then—
"Come with me."
She blinked.
He was already standing, offering her his hand. This time, she took it.
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I… a Lucissa fan have somehow written my first Harry Potter fandom fic. However… it’s about Narcissa finding comfort in Snape’s arms… go figure (I don’t even know why).
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Summary: In the suffocating darkness of Voldemort's reign, Narcissa Malfoy is a woman torn between despair and defiance. Her once-grand home has become a prison, filled with shadows and the sinister laughter of Death Eaters, while her husband rots in Azkaban. As her world crumbles, she finds an unlikely solace in Severus Snape—a man burdened by his own demons. In the dim light of Severus Snape’s quarters, she seeks solace—a fleeting escape from the torment that has consumed her world. What begins as a silent plea transforms into something raw and primal: a desperate attempt to feel alive, even as darkness surrounds them. For a brief, fragile moment, the chaos fades, and they find refuge in each other’s arms, their connection a whispered rebellion against a world that demands their surrender.
Vacillation by fairmaidofkent (M, 210,504, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy)
Coming together is not always an easy feat, but the rest of the time, things fall apart. As Narcissa and Lucius navigate whether or not to trust one another, the Wizarding world begins to bend to the power of a Dark Lord and everything they've ever known starts to unravel.
I'm a hardcore Lumione girl, but this Lucissa fic got me in a chokehold and I have to share it here.
Terrible people in a terrible love, that's how I'm going to describe this fic. Lucius, Narcissa and the purebloods in this fic are truly horrible people, but that doesn't take away the depth of their characters.
Unlike the accepted canon that Lucius and Narcissa dated back in Hogwarts, this fic chooses a very different route of having them enter a true arranged marriage and build up their relationship from there. It is a bold choice, and the road is not without bumps, but I find their growth from marriage in name to a true marriage immaculate and absolutely gripping.
I daresay this fic is the best embodiment of the 'Pureblood Culture' tag even though the story is not tagged as such. This story is an honest and riveting depiction of pureblood society, its prejudice and bigotry in the Harry Potter world. Among the long and detailed descriptions of elegant, sophisciated pureblood functions and etiquettes, we get to witness heinous acts of the Death Eaters in the name of the pureblood cause. The casual racism and violence wrapped in a glossy package of high class civility truly creates a flawless sense of cognitive dissonance.
Narcissa and Lucius' emotional journey is crafted to perfection. I could not believe that I was able to empathize with them, let alone feel for them. And yet, there were times when I clutched my shirt for all the feelings that I felt through them, some of it surprisingly powerful and heartfelt. The author has done a marvelous job for making me feel for such terrible people without whitewashing any of them. They maybe are evil, but not devoid of emotions and love.
Bonus point for such an amazing portrayal of Bellatrix and the Lestrange brothers, they are so very interesting in their uniquely horrifying way.
So if you want to find a good HP fic with great pace, great characterization with a great ensemble cast and amazing worldbuilding, this one's for you!
this looks like he’s trying to protect her but in reality carlisle’s just trying to stop his younger, more impulsive wife from popping off and doing some crackhead shit
I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me until just now that despite our fandom wondering about why the Cullen kids, who look way too old, and would be way too bored, and way too thirsty, were written to attend high school, and the general Doylist agreement that this was to make the series YA and keep a 17-year-old protagonist, this actually has a perfectly in-canon explanation.
Carlisle works nights. Twipires canonically really enjoy sex. If the kids are all in school, guess who’re always gone when he gets home? 😘
Esme was close enough to death that they didn’t even bother taking her to the emergency room—they took her right around to the morgue. Her heart was still beating, though, when Carlisle found her…
It’s just so damn erotic - the way he grips her hair and doesn’t let go, eurgh the lick of his lips.
Maybe this is why she never had this wig again. PFach gripped to hard and ruined it… and you know what… that headcanon makes Esme’s hair in the other films easier to live with…
