Violent Delights

Narcissa Malfoy, née Black. Wife of Lucius Malfoy. Daughter of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Slytherin 1973. Pureblood. Part-Time Shop Girl at Borgin and Burkes.

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luciusofmalfoy:

Lucius felt Narcissa’s gaze pass over him and tried to look at ease. He wanted to have a point of reference with Narcissa on this topic. It was clear it affected her, and Lucius suspected more greatly than he imagined. Yet because they had ties to St. Mungo’s, where, most conveniently, the blood-traitor also worked, encounters could not be avoided. Without knowing Narcissa’s mind, Lucius did not know how best to act.

He summoned the nearest seat and sat down on the velvet pouffe.

“I - realized it can’t be a pleasant subject to discuss,” he nodded slowly, “but it occurred to me it might be equally unpleasant for you to keep silent about it. Never, you say… Not to anyone?”

"No" She replied promptly, too promptly. She kept her face impassive, but knew her eyes gave her away, of course she had talked about Andromeda with her cousin. But Regulus was different, he knew what she felt.

Lucius looked quite angelical asking her to be honest with him. She could not sustain his gaze and looked away to the opposite side of the room in silence for a moment. "Why do you want to talk about this now, Lucius?" Her voice was nothing but a whisper.

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luciusofmalfoy:

Lucius’ hand clenched around the bottle for a moment - caught in the act, he was slightly abashed but remained convinced he was right. Noting the look Narcissa was already giving him, he suppressed the urge to say something snide in a reminder that he had no desire to drop dead in a year.

“It has nothing to do with what I want,” he said at last, “You know I’d give you what you wanted if I could. And I am not so asinine as to consider your appearance when it comes to matters that could threaten your life.” 

He turned and set the bottle down with a deliberate click on the cabinet next to him, not opening it.

“I’ll resume when we require it, then,” he said dully as he laid down in bed at last, “Anyway it tastes like…” He muttered something that sounded suspiciously like Gurdyroots. Which house-elf had arranged for the potion to be put in Narcissa’s cabinet anyway? He would see that it ironed its fingers.

"We won't require it ever again."

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Guys, Gals, Tea & Macarons {Narcissa & Lucius & Regulus}

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tromper-in-black:

luciusofmalfoy:

Lucius strode into the living room, a delicate tray of tea and after-party gifts floating behind him, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.

The smirk widened when he saw Narcissa reclined lazily on the sofa, and it faded rather quickly when he noticed Regulus was still there, giving his cousin a foot message of all things. Lucius didn’t know Narcissa liked foot massages.

He strode over and cleared his throat to announce his presence; the effect was rather ruined when he had to double step quickly to avoid stumbling over the pair of heels lying on the carpet. He sighed and hitched up an indulgent smile. It wouldn’t do to cause displeasure on Narcissa birthday.

“Enjoying yourself, my dear?” He settled himself on the sofa’s other end, mindful of the ends of Narcissa’s curls, and peered at her upside down; the indulgent smile turned into a genuine one. There was something distinctly feline about her pleased expression.

“That’s quite an inspired birthday gift, Regulus,” he added, looking up at the other wizard, “But given a little late, don’t you think? The party is over, after all,” Lucius raised his eyebrows pointedly. 

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If there is one thing that Regulus loves, other than plants and studying alone, it would be ruffling Lucius’ feathers. Of course he knew that he was overstaying his welcome a long time ago, and yet, he decided to stay, longer than what was needed all because he wanted to make snide remarks and have some tea and macarons. Which is exactly what he did, when he stopped his massage for a while to yonk a macaron from the plate, sending a smile as he bit the cookie to Lucius.  “Why Lucius, I didn’t know you knew my favorite type of macaron. Is this red velvet and cream cheese? Looks like it.” He ate the cookie before reaching for another one. Only instead, he held the one up to Narcissa, “would you like one, dear cousin?” Sometimes, Regulus falls into these games—whether to test his mental ability, or brush up on his “social skills” and right now, Regulus was in that exact mindset, “you really should try it, they’re delicious. I hope your husband pays the cook top galleon for these cookies.”  A chuckle or a giggle, he turned back to Lucius, “Yes, I’m aware of the magnificent party being over. It really was extravagant. How will you ever top next years birthday party? In fact, I don’t even know how my dear cousin could top a birthday party for you, my lovely brother-in-law? Nothing but the best for you.”  All the while holding the cookie.  @regaldaffodil

Narcissa's face lit up the moment she saw Lucius taking a seat next to her, then chuckled noticing the royal procession of gifts that followed him. "Yes, you made me feel like a princess" She said, eyes shining with happiness and love as she reached for his hand. Although she was self-conscious about showing her affections in public, she didn't mind taking his hand to her lips and placing a light kiss on its back in front of Regulus. It was a small but meaningful gesture for the young couple. 

The witch laughed at her cousin's jest, sitting straight again. "Well, thank you, cousin." Narcissa accepted the macaron Regulus offered her. 

She knew what Lucius meant with his not-so-subtle remark about the party being over and immediately turned her head in his direction to reprehend him with a cold glare. "Lucius." Regulus was family, he did not need an invitation.

When she looked at her cousin, there was again a sympathetic smile on her lips. "I will think of something as splendid until then." 

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fletcher-mundungus:

If he could have, Mundungus would have been dancing now—maybe even gone full Time Warp—but with great restraint he kept his face straight and serious. “From a business partner on the continent. They need some quick cash, grabbed anything that hadn’t a permanent sticking charm on it and I ended up the lucky bloke that ended with it,” he said, and then went to explain, “I had to get it for the quill and mirror. Package deal.”

His eyes went from Narcissa to the painting back to her. “Why? You like it?” He asked, sounding sceptic—no need to pretend for that, Mundungus had come to dislike Lucius I just as he dislike whatever number the current Lucius had reached. 

The witch tilted her head flickering her eyes over his face. Strangely, she could not tell whether he was playing dumb or not - there was Malfoy written all over the painting,

From the continent, you say? Interesting..." Narcissa contemplated the painting in her hands for a long moment, looked like Lucius' ancestor was a heavy sleeper, a trait that clearly has not passed down through the generations. She lifted her head, returning her attention to Mundugus. "I would like to keep it for further analysis." 

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Guys, Gals, Tea & Macarons {Narcissa & Lucius & Regulus}

“Happy birthday, my dearest cousin” Regulus told his cousin, Narcissa probably the 5th time today if not of the hour as his fingers worked in between her left toes as his thumbs rubbed circles on the pads, applying slight pressure and keeping rhythm. His own shoes he left at the door as his feet were propped up on the ottoman, therefore creating perfect area for another person to place their feet upon his lap. “Just like when we were younger, right?” He chucked, wiggling his toes, remembering childhood memories with his family always brought upon a child-like glee. He often wondered who else can look back and smile at their childhood. The number is probably low, at least, what he thinks.  “I hope your husband does this as well as I do.” Smiling. It was the after party, or rather, the party was over and the various guests left. Allowing the home owners time to themselves—Everyone except for Regulus, of course. I’m family, I can stay however long I want, was his excuse as he shrugged at one of the wizards who gave Regulus a quizzical look when he left the house. If anything, he could at least spy on Lucius and how he treats Narcissa.  “Your feet should never touch the ground, honestly, Cissa” He momentary stopped touching her, only to switch to the other foot, her right one. “Did anyone gift you a flying carpet? I’ll be sure to wrap one for you when I venture out to the shops.” He nodded, more talking to himself rather than at her, despite asking her. It was one of his bad habits, just ignoring people. His mother used to slap him upside the head whenever he did it to her. He never meant harm, yet, it was still one of his rudest habits.  “Why didn’t I think about buying that for your birthday…” His fingers, working in patterns, focusing on her feet he finally looked up at her, smiling. 

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Narcissa let her hair down, reclining her head against the arm of the sofa. She had picked the most exuberant pair of heels in the store to wear on her birthday, alas, they were not comfortable at all. When she said goodbye to the last guest, she kicked them somewhere in the living room and placed her feet on Regulus' lap, sprawling on the sofa like a lazy, spoiled cat.

"You know the tip for wearing high heels is drinking the right dose of champagne, your marvellous massage is a hundred times better, of course, but you are not always around, dear cousin" Narcissa laughed loudly. 

"Oh, Lucius has never massaged my feet, one thing he does is complain that I leave my heels anywhere in the bedroom." The witch made a grimace, chuckling. "I like the way he looks when he is annoyed about these petty things"

The witch laughed at his compliment, rolling her head back, letting her blonde curls cascade down the arm of the sofa, just like she used to do when she was a child. "Don't worry, dear cousin, you can buy me a flying carpet any time of the year, not just for my birthday."

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luciusofmalfoy:

That morning… Lucius was not proud of how he’d foolishly gotten them in that predicament. He took his hand back and decided it best to look chagrined and concede the point. Perhaps Narcissa was right. There was no sense in waiting. They could simply do it, they could… Her next words, however, had him scowling again…

“You - can’t think of yourself so carelessly,” Lucius snapped, before he, too, clamped down on his voice. “It’s not conception I’m concerned about. This will be nine months of your time - and of mine - but the physical toll will be on you. And afterward… who would know, we are not creating my doppelganger. We could have a daughter…” The image was suddenly so clear, so powerfully enticing, Lucius blinked and froze, staring at Narcissa. They could not make this decision in haste, he reminded himself. They had to keep to the original plan.

“Since this is about us, then,” Lucius said at last, “As pleasant as it would be to start our family, we’re not prepared for having a child in the middle of a war. We’d both be more focused, more relaxed - able to rely less on the doubtful abilities of beleaguered house-elves, if we waited for things to settle down. As they likely will in a year.” He put one hand on hers and tried to take the potion on the bed beside Narcissa with the other.

Narcissa flashed him a dangerous look when he snapped at her, she would not be treated like a little girl who asked for a gift she could not have. "You never think about what I want." She fired back, even though that at the bottom of her heart she believed he really did consider her wellbeing and safety, most of the time. 

She was about to snap at him again, - what was so awful about having a son or a daughter who looked like them? - but held her tongue quickly enough to listen to his decision.

"We might not have a year ahead of us!" Narcissa clenched her jaw, pulling her hand away from his touch almost immediately. Did he take her for an empty-headed girl? She knew what was at stake, better than he did, it seemed. "You just don't want to have children... Or maybe my health is now how you refer to my apperance..." The blonde mumbled incoherently under her breath, not thinking about what she was saying.

Catching a glimpse of his move to grab the bottle from her in the corner of her eye, she anticipated his wishes grabbing the shoving the bottle in his hand. "Take your bloody potion, drink the whole bottle if you want, but I assure you that you won't be needing it any time soon!"

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fletcher-mundungus:

First, Mundungus put a wine-red velvet cloth down on the counter and then took out, one by one, a series of object from the suitcase. There was a small, silver mirror; a quill made with a crow feather; the painting of a man with white-blond hair in Elizabethan-era clothes who Mundungus was careful not to wake from his sleep. He was also careful to make no comment about the painting, nothing that could indicate he knew who the wizard depicted in was and what kind of relation he had to Narcissa’s husband.

“And.. we come to the item I was talking about,” he said, as he presented Narcissa with a brooch. It was pure alchemy silver with purple sapphires shaped like wolfsbane. “Those are purple sapphires—no better stone was made for curses.“ 

The first two items did not impress her at all, but Narcissa said nothing, already assuming that Fletcher, like any good seller, would keep the best for last. Then, a particular shade caught her eyes. She'd have recognised the distinguished Malfoy hair even in the dark. The witch immediately leaned forward on the counter. The period clothes were quite similar to the ones her own ancestors wore in the paintings hanging on the walls of her childhood home. 

"It can't be..." The witch whispered, reaching for the painting while Fletcher was saying something sapphires. If her calculation was right, the man in the painting was Lucius I. "Where did you get this?" She ought to keep a neutral voice and blank expression to strike a good bargain, but this time she could not disguise her excitement and interest in that particular item. 

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luciusofmalfoy:

Something about the way Narcissa spoke the last words made Lucius pause. He stood and walked to stand behind her so the vanity no longer showed her lone reflection.

“I do,” he said softly and bent and kissed the top of her head. Then he sighed as he straightened, knowing this next would not go over well.

“I was thinking we should talk,” he admitted. He had dithered, trying to find a good way to approach the topic, but felt none was ideal. Finally, he recalled Narcissa’s gentlest tone of voice, how she could speak without any trace of judgment, and emulated it. “About your family.”

She wished to be immune to the charming manner he treated her, to be indifferent, but Narcissa lacked the strength to keep impassive when he acted that way.

She turned again, alarmed, and raised her face to look at her husband. Her eyes were two blue globes searching his countenance for clues.

Your family. She could feel her heart beating in her ears, like an alarm. There was no doubt regarding who he wanted to talk about, somehow, she always knew that day would come, that at some point he would want to talk about her, ask Narcissa what happened. 

She had postponed this conversation for so long it was understandable that Lucius had questions. He even brought her up during their awful argument... It was inevitable, yes, but did they really need to discuss Andromeda? They were not together, they weren't even friends when she left... 

"I never talk about that."

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rxlestrange:

“Are color palettes incredibly important to an anniversary party?”

"Yes?"

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mulcimperius:

Usi disagreed. The universe didn’t deal out happiness according to deservedness, or weigh it against trials and tribulations. Happiness was earned, worked for, sought. “Mm,” he said noncommittally. “I suppose I could be lightening the load. Financially at least.” Usi was no bookkeeper, especially not for the Dark Lord, but he was no stranger to the Travers’ difficulties, though he had never pried for the details.

"Usi" Narcissa frowned at him, he did not sound at all like a man who chose to get married so hastily, she had expected him to be more in love. Lucius would never have said such thing about their future.

"That's a start."

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mulcimperius:

Usi kept his gaze straight ahead, his expression unreadable as he contemplated the situation. Yes, Narcissa had hoped that Vivien and him would end up together, but he was sure that if she knew all the sordid details, she wouldn’t consider it as grand an accomplishment as she did now.

“You were right, yes,” Usi smiled, because, in a sense, she was. “How does it feel?”

Narcissa was undeniably happy for their union, but that wasn't enough to stop her from worrying about Vivien.  The reason for his sudden decision to get married remained unclear to her, perhaps someday, after the wedding, she would ask him about it, but not now wasn't the time for that.

She looked into his eyes, wondering if he had told her the truth, the whole truth. "Vivien has a heart of gold, she has been through a lot lately, Usi... She deserves to be happy."

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luciusofmalfoy:

 “writingmissvivien:

“You both are far too kind.”

“Thank you. I hope you both are enjoying yourself thus far. I can hardly believe the weather—how lucky we are to be graced with such a lovely evening.”

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“It’s sublime. The sunset positively transformed your gardens,” Lucius smiled, “And we’re very much enjoying the evening,” he looked towards Narcissa. Though it was expected, he was pleased to be paired with her for the event - it brought back fond memories…

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"Your gardens look quite heavenly, but they are no match for the beauty of your gown, dear. Everyone wants to know who designed it" 

"We are." Narcissa exchanged a small smile with her husband and paired it with a gentle squeeze on his hand, there were prying eyes watching then. 

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writingmissvivien:

“It’s lovely to see you. Thank you for attending, we’re happy to have you.”

“It’s our pleasure, of course. You look simply radiant, and if I may say so, the entire event is elegance itself.”

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"Thank you for sharing your happiness with us.

"Everything is flawless, Vivien, tonight is all about you. And Usi, but mostly you." 

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fletcher-mundungus:

Narcissa was right. “Forgiven,” Mundungus said. “And I apologise for reacting too harshly.” The apology sat bitterly on his tongue, but he needed to be on her good side—not just for this one important job, but for the future as well. If he didn’t fucked it all up, which he truly did not want to. “I have everything with me,” he said, raising the old, small suitcase that he had with him and resting it on a clear space on the counter. “There is one piece that I think you may particularly like,“ he went on, ready to open it and show her what he had brought her.

Narcissa nodded, at leas he was being civil and she was glad he was going straight to the appoint. "Good." She said, flickering her eyes over the suitcase on the counter in front of her. 

Although she kept her face placid, empty of emotions, the blonde was dying to know what on earth was he keeping inside that suitcase and what made him think she would particulary like one of the pieces.

"Go on." A commanding tone swept into her voice out of habit.

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writingmissvivien:

“A few weeks ago, and we’re looking to marry soon. Very soon. We simply cannot wait.”

“I would adore it if you would be one of my bridesmaids, Narcissa. I can’t imagine this day without you by my side.”

With the likes of Vera Avery trying to get their claws into Usi, Narcissa could easily understand the reason they wanted to get married in such hurry. "Why took you so long to tell me?" Narcissa laughed, delighted to hear the news.

"I would be honoured to be your bridesmaid, Viv. If there's anything I can help you with, please let me know."