#leszy

[miszoblin]

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Leszy

slavic forest demon

[az-i-ti]

Where the Dark Stands Still by A.B. Poranek 🦋

book of the month October 2025

[nopecho]

I NEED FANFICTIONS OF WHERE THE DARK STANDS STILL PLEEEEAAAASEEEEE

I CAN'T WRITE FOR SHIT I NEED SMUT OF THOSE TWO I DIDN'T FIND ANY ON AO3

[mystiqueandmischief]

Oh, I get you so much...

this is giving Jude from TCP lol

[roundworm1111]

#天球交汇cp大乱配30h#

【Day 3】18：00

【Day 3】20：00

[queerlybelovedwerewolf]

It began after the war, when Draco turned nineteen.

There had always been rumors—traced back generations—about the Malfoy bloodline having tangled with something foreign. A wandering witch. A pact made in what had once been Prussian territory. A marriage never documented, but whispered about. Something to do with swamps, and ghosts, and a drowned man who came back crowned in reeds.

The Black family had tried to breed it out. The Malfoys had tried to deny it. But creature blood doesn’t ask permission. It waits.

Draco’s inheritance bloomed like a bruise under the skin. First the eyes—too dark, then too light, then both at once. His pupils slit. His teeth sharpened. His spine ached with the shifting of bones. The skin at his jaw hardened into subtle ridges, pale and iridescent like fish scales. His voice changed, like it came from under something.

And worst of all: the scent. Not to everyone, but to a select few, Draco’s presence became intolerably magnetic. Earth and wet stone. Moonlight and blood. For most people, it was repellant. For one person, it would mean something else entirely.

The Ministry had a name for it: Leszy Spadkobierca—inheritor of the Mazovian Leszy line, though in older tongues they called it wiły-mąż, or reed-kin, or worse, bog-flesh. In some stories, they were spirits; in others, gods. And always, they needed a mate.

Hermione had read about them, of course. “They imprint, usually between the nineteenth and twenty-first year,” she explained in a whisper, looking at Draco through the fogged glass of the Wizengamot lounge. “If they don’t bond… they lose themselves. Drown from the inside out.”

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Draco knew almost immediately that it was Harry.

The reaction was involuntary—cellular. His chest burned. The scent of Harry made his entire body ache. He could smell him in a crowd. He could hear his heartbeat from across a courtroom. He couldn’t not know. His creature blood sang in Harry’s presence.

Harry, for his part, wanted none of it.

“Don’t,” he said coldly, the first time Draco approached him outside the Ministry. “Don’t try whatever this is. I don’t want anything to do with your—your magic swamp pheromones or whatever the fuck you’re on about. Nothing changes that you’re a bully that looks like a tree stump”

Draco flinched. It wasn’t the words—it was the tone. It was always the tone with Potter.

But the creature inside him didn’t care. It needed. It wanted. It waited.

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He began to change more quickly after that. His shoulders sharpened. His ears elongated, subtly pointed, twitching under stress. The spines down his back became visible in silhouette—smooth, fin-like ridges that curled when he was near water. His second set of eyelids. People started avoiding him at Ministry events. At some Pureblood gatherings, he wasn’t just shunned—he was dismissed like something contagious.

“You should be kept,” Aunt Walburga’s portrait had hissed the last time he passed her. “Not permitted to wander among the civilized.”

His mother tried, for a while, to manage it. Glamours. Gloves. Elocution potions. But eventually even she admitted, in the tired, careful voice she used when things couldn’t be denied, “Darling… you aren’t meant to pass anymore. I should have sent you to Durmstrang to meet a Rusalka.”

Etiquette changed. He stopped bowing first. He stopped speaking unless spoken to. His creature’s pride wouldn’t allow it. The Ministry started documenting his changes in secret. And Harry… well, Harry avoided him.

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Hermione realized before Harry did.

It happened during a meeting. Tensions were high—something about magical land conservation near the Black Lake—and Harry had been ranting. Draco had merely looked at him from across the table, eyes blown wide, nostrils flaring.

Harry flushed violently. His words tripped. His hand shook when he tried to pick up his quill.

Hermione watched it happen. Quietly. She knew the signs.

Later, she cornered him. “Harry,” she said softly. “When he’s around… do you feel it in your chest?”

Harry didn’t answer. Not with words.

“Draco’s not doing this to you,” she said. “He’s just… reacting. You’re his mate.”

Harry whispered, “I can’t be.”

“You already are.”

[mspegasus17]

What Happened that Night

Summary: What happened that night Leszy got hurt and Liska took care of him Pairing: Liska x Leszy Words: 1293 CW: NSFW, MDNI, smut, slight spoilers for "Where the Dark Stands Still" Read it on Wattpad, AO3 or below the cut ↓

"I don't know how many nights I have left, Liska Radost, and I'd really like to spend this one with you." Liska's breath catches. Did he really just ask her to stay with him? For one night? She knows she shouldn't, and yet... it feels right. Barely imperceptibly, Liska nods. "Yes, I'll stay."

Timidly, Leszy reaches out a hand to Liska, who takes it, trembling. Carefully but firmly, he pulls her close. "You're too good to me, Mały Lis. You should be afraid, run from me, and yet..." He pulls her hands to his lips and breathes a tender kiss on her knuckles. "And yet you stay. You know what a monster I am, and yet you're so kind to me." His lips travel up her arm, and Liska's breath catches in her throat. "I don't deserve your care, and yet you take care of me, tend to my wounds."

Before Leszy can continue, Liska leans down and gently places her lips on his. He doesn't hesitate and returns the kiss. At first, tenderly and cautiously, but when Liska clasps her hands behind his neck, Leszy throws all doubts and caution to the wind. Demandingly, he pulls her closer by her hips and onto his lap so that she's straddling him.

Eagerly, Liska deepens the kiss. Her tongue slides tenderly but firmly into his mouth. A benevolent growl, almost a purr, rises from Leszy's throat. He lets his hands wander up her back and presses her even closer as if he wants to melt into her.

A tingling sensation spreads in Liska's stomach. Touching Leszy like this, being this close to him... yes, this feels right. It's right. And yet she wants more. Apparently, Leszy agrees with her because Liska can feel his hardness against her crotch, eliciting a soft moan.

Involuntarily, she pushes her hips closer to his. Her hands wander into his soft waves. Her nails stroke his scalp, and Leszy shudders. "Liska," he sighs, barely audibly against her lips. Tenderly, he kisses his way from her mouth, across her cheek, along her lower jaw, to her neck. "Eliasz," she breathes in response, arching into his kisses so he can be even closer. So he can cover every inch of her skin with kisses.

Leszy takes the strings on Liska's back that hold her dress together between his fingers and looks up at her questioningly from below. Excitedly, Liska nods and allows him to unlace her dress, taking an agonizingly long time.

He tenderly slips the fabric from her shoulders, making Liska shiver and leaving pleasant goosebumps on her body. Immediately, Leszy's lips take the place of the dress on Liska's shoulders. With shaky breath, Liska tilts her head back. The Leszy follows the fabric with his mouth, revealing more and more of Liska's tanned skin, and places thousands of small kisses on her.

Reaching her breast, he first kisses the gap between her breasts before moving on to one, then the other. He kisses her, caressing the other with one hand. A choking moan escapes Liska. She arches her back and leans into his touch. Humming, Leszy presses his face deeper into the soft skin and nibbles tenderly on her nipple. The heat between Liska's legs becomes unbearable. A beautiful torment. She wants more, but she doesn't want to rush into anything. Longingly, she stiffens her fingers from his hair down his neck to pause against his strong arms.

Liska's hands glide admiringly over the scarred, pale skin, taking in every inch of his muscles. Noticing how they tense under her touch.

Leszy lets go of Liska's breasts, and just a blink of an eye later, his lips are back on hers. With a sweeping movement, he turns Liska and himself over so that she's lying beneath him on the soft mattress. "May I free you from the rest of that, too?" he asks her, playing with the fabric of her dress. Nodding in the affirmative, Liska helps Leszy remove her dress entirely, leaving her lying there in only her underwear. Leszy's green eyes light up eagerly. Impatiently, Liska grabs his hand and pulls him onto her to continue kissing him.

Liska's hands explore his body, and he does the same. Leszy greedily presses his hips against hers, whereupon Liska wraps her legs around his waist to pull him even closer. Liska's desire ignites into an inferno. She doesn't want to wait any longer. She wants to be even closer to him. To be one with him.

Her hand strokes his side down to his waistband. Leszy seems to understand immediately and lets Liska unzip his pants. He kicks the annoying piece of fabric away and kneels naked in front of Liska. Liska licks her lips hungrily, taking in the sight. She absorbs it like a withering flower absorbs water.

With a mischievous smile, Leszy leans over Liska and hooks his fingers under the waistband of her underwear. Agonizingly slowly, he removes the last piece of clothing. She lies completely naked before him. The brown curls around her head like a dark halo, her cheeks rosy, her eyes clouded with lust.

Eagerly, she reaches out to Eliasz and gently wraps her fingers around his erection, which he acknowledges with a deep groan. His penis feels hard in her hand, yet the skin is silky soft. Carefully, Liska moves her hand up and down, timidly stroking it. Suddenly, Leszy wraps his fingers around hers and silently instructs her on how hard she can squeeze. How fast or slow she can move her hand. How to massage him.

Liska follows his instructions and enjoys the sight before her: Leszy with half-closed eyelids, flushed cheeks, and a slightly open mouth. He lets himself go completely.

A movement from the Leszy makes Liska gasp in surprise. He strokes up her thigh to her sensitive centre. His fingers lightly brush over her labia. A pleasant shiver runs down Liska's spine. Unconsciously, she arches her pelvis further toward him. The Leszy understands and applies some pressure to her pubic area, circling his fingers over her clitoris. Liska moans softly. She never would have thought being touched could feel so good.

With a soft smacking sound, Leszy inserts a finger into Liska's wet heat, eliciting another louder moan from her. The sensation makes Liska forget her hand, which she had been eagerly moving up and down until a moment ago. Now, it just rests in place, the hardness of the Leszy still wrapped in her fingers.

Spurred on by Liska's reaction, Leszy adds a second finger. He slowly moves his fingers inside her, curling them, teasing Liska with small movements. When he massages her clitoris again with his other hand, Liska throws her head back with a moan. "Eliasz!" she gasps. "I want you."

Leszy doesn't need to be told twice. He withdraws his fingers and stands before Liska, positioning himself before her, ready to take the final step. "Are you sure you want this, little fox?" "I've never been so sure," she confirms. Carefully, as if afraid she might break under a rough touch, Leszy enters Liska. They moan together. Their bodies melt, and their bond becomes more tightly intertwined with each thrust. Green magic begins to glow on Leszy's skin, and Liska also glows a faint lilac. The closer they get to their climax, the stronger their glow becomes. Soon, the room is filled with luminous magic in green and lilac. Liska arches her back as her orgasm overwhelms her. Eliasz follows her into free fall a short while later. His green magic explodes in his eyes, shaking the house's walls.

Breathing heavily, they lie in each other's arms. This won't be the last time they make love that night. They won't get much sleep.