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Relationship Status: Arguably Best Mates; Brothers

Feelings toward them: Not that Severus would ever admit it to

Fantasies about them: That Lucius listens to him the first time, for once.

Trait they like: He is loyal, compassionate to those he cares about.  He is steadfast.  He is a friend for life.  He is powerful and takes the war seriously.  He is a perfect match from Sev.  

Trait they dislike:  He is pretentious, he is overbearing, he constantly overestimates his own importance.  He won’t leave him alone about his hair.  

Favorite thing to do to bug them: Point out the variety of ways in which he is wrong, and getting him to admit that Severus is right.  

Favorite thing to do to cheer them up: Keeping his mouth shut., not making snarky comments.  Bringing whatever alcohol he has on hand and letting Lucius drink most of it.  

Nightmare they had involving them: Severus goes throughout his day, normally apart from one irritating difference.  He keeps getting weird looks from people, some just staring, some snickering.  He goes about his business until the end of the day, when Lucius meets him at the shop as he closes.  He snorts and remarks “Nice hair, Sev.  Finally realized which of us had the better hair care, did you?”  Severus catches his reflection in the glass window of the shop.  Framing his horrified face, he sees long blonde hair tied neatly into a ponytail at the nape of his neck.  He frantically yanks at his head only to realize the hair is permanent.  He screams, waking up with a start.  

Dream they had involving them: Severus and Lucius are surrounded.  There are Order members on all sides.  They spin in a circle, taking in the seven that surround them.  Time seems slower.  They turn and look at each other, grins erupting on both of their faces.  “This should be fun.”  Lucius remarks dryly.  “Of course.  When else do we get to show off our superior dueling?”  They stand back to back and begin firing curse after curse, moving fluidly almost as one.  Before long, they stand in a circle of collapsed bodies, breathing heavily, excitement shining in their eyes.  

Desire from them right at this moment: That he would admit that Sev had been right the whole time about him and his wife fighting.  That he would put more effort focusing on the war and less on keeping up appearances.  

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Unreliable With the Ladies // Severus & Lucius

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Severus apparated to the imposing manor, shaking his head with a knot in his throat.  He tended to feel apprehensive when he arrived at Malfoy Manor, but most of the time it was an excited anticipation.  As much as he griped at the Malfoys for their get togethers and parties, Severus enjoyed having a reason to be out of his own flat where he didn’t have to worry about murdering someone.  

In general, things had been eerily quiet on the war front.  Of course, there were little skirmishes here and then, but Severus felt as if the Dark Lord were biding his time, gathering forces to strike.  He assumed the Order would be lulled into a sense of complacency, but it made for a very dull day off of work.  

It didn’t help that two of Severus’s closest friends were currently engaged in a feud that threatened to continue to the end of time.  Sev had been friends with both of them for a long time.  And they were always them.  Neither of them were good without the other, but they were both too stubborn and prideful to realize it.  Sometimes Severus wished he could just lock them both in a room without their wands so they would just talk things through.  

He had intentionally stayed away from both of them for weeks, knowing that he would be expected to choose sides.  Severus knew they were both being idiots.  They needed each other, now more than ever, but Lucius had been foolish and careless, causing Narcissa to be rude and vindictive.  They brought out the best and the worst in each other sometimes.

But neither Lucius or Narcissa had been by the shop, which was odd.  They liked to pester him when they were bored or in the need of conversation.  From what he could tell, Lucius barely made it to work, and when he did he came straight home and locked himself in his study.  He hadn’t allowed anyone to come talk to him, though a few had tried.  It was bad enough that Abraxas had even taken it upon himself to tell Severus to go check on Lucius.  

Severus nodded curtly at the house elf, Nyx, who answered the door and asked to be lead to wherever Lucius was.  The elf mumbled something about leaving the master alone in his study, and Severus rolled his eyes, gently pushing past the elf and moving indoors.  

“I know very well he doesn’t want to be disturbed.  He’s disturbed me plenty of times when I wanted to be left alone, he can handle this once.”  Severus shook his head dismissively as the house elf began to argue.  “I know my way around the manor, I can find him on my own.  You won’t get punished for letting me through.”  Severus turned toward the study but paused.  “Prepare something light for Mr. Malfoy, please.  I’m sure he hasn’t eaten in far too long.”  The elf scurried off to the kitchens as Severus made his way to the study.   

Severus rapped on the door, leaning against the frame lazily.  He waited a bit before knocking again, a bit louder.  He sighed heavily, banging his fist three times on the door.  “Lucius, if you continue to seclude yourself, your hair is going to start looking like mine.  How did you put it once, like I’d cleaned my cauldron with my head?”  

“If you don’t open this door,” Severus continued, “I’m going to blast it of the hinges Lu.”  

[cissa--malfoy]

Mrs. Malfoy, I am aware you have requested that I give you space and am doing my best to respect that. However, it has come to my attention that the manor is missing a dog. I merely wanted to check that you have Echo and see if we can reach some sort of agreement that would get Narciss-- Well played, wife. I already feel guilty enough without the dog here as a reminder. Could you please bring the girl back and put a stop to his incessant whining? Thank you, - L.M.

Mr Malfoy,

  Yes. The Manor is missing a dog. It’s also missing a wife, though I’m sure that in my absence you’ve found another barmaid to warm your bed. Echo is with me, I would have missed her companionship more than I do yours, however it would not have been polite to impose two dogs upon my parents. Echo will remain with me until I return home to the manor, and we can call your putting up with Narcissus the start of your recompense to me.

   Miss Narcissa Black

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👪 for what my muse would say to your muse’s child about them.

“I won’t say you’re all the fucking victims of fate, because there’s no such damn thing. But you come pretty close. You, boy, never stood a chance. Your dad is a smirking, smug so–man who thinks he’s better than everyone else. And no one likes him for it. Someday soon he’ll fall on his arse and then you’ll need real friends to help you get through it. I’d start getting on that now, boy. Because when I’m done with him, he’ll be lucky if he’s not in Azkaban. What? You don’t like what I said? Shouldn’t have asked me then. I’m sure you’ve heard how he talks about me. You’re just lucky I didn’t use some stronger language. Yeah, run along and tell your father.”

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Dignified Retreat // Lucius & Severus

August 4, 1978

Ashes to Ashes - Plot Operation 

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It wasn’t supposed to happen this way.

The Death Eaters hadn’t known the Order had located one of their operational centers.  At least Severus wasn’t aware that it had been compromised.   He was quickly learning, however, that his position in the organization afforded him little in the way of inside information.  

Guard the prisoners, that was all he had been told.  Guard them and make sure they didn’t do anything to signal where they were.  Rough them up if they talked or if you get bored.  No matter what stay in the old choir room behind the main sanctuary until relief was provided.  It had seemed like overkill, having so many death eaters guard the couple of them at once.  They couldn’t even do magic, what was the point of guarding them?  

One of the Death Eaters, Severus wasn’t sure who, they were all masked, complained about smelling something strange.  And then all of a sudden everything was on fire.  Grabbing his wand he lurched forward and dragged the woman to her feet. “Move,” he growled at her through gritted teeth.  Another Death Eater grabbed the man and they burst through the doors into the sanctuary.  

Light flashed everywhere as magical flames spread quickly around the room.  People were yelling, barking orders.  A red spell shot out from the flames, narrowly missing Severus’s head.  Cursing, he peered toward the fire and saw four figures silhouetted against the dancing fire.  There were four of them, which gave the Death Eaters a slight advantage, though the prisoners would take a concerted effort to keep track of.  

If it was a fight they wanted, it was a fight they would get.  Using the woman as a shield, Severus flung spells in the direction of the enemy.  They put up quite a fight, considering.  The adrenaline in Severus’s system felt exhilarating.  Time almost seemed to slow down and he began reacting on instinct, flinging curse after hex towards the enemy as some of the other Death Eaters moved forward. 

The woman in his charge screamed and he yanked her hair, pulling her head backwards.  He hissed in her ear to quiet down as he sidestepped with her to avoid another spell.  She pleaded to be let go and Severus laughed.  If they hadn’t released her before now, why would they bother just because things had gone a little south?  Severus pushed forward with the rest of the Death Eaters, towards the enemy.  

That was when he could really get a good look at the people fighting.  That was when he saw the unmistakeable stance and casting style of someone he had observed for years.  That was when he realized, although disguised, that Lily was there in the middle of the fight.  She was one of the four flinging spells his way.  

Somehow his heart raced even faster.  He had to get out, he head to find a way to leave without making it seem like he was leaving for her.  Because he wasn’t, not really.  He was leaving because he couldn’t bare if he saw something happen to her.  He wouldn’t be able to control himself if she was hit square in the chest with the green jets of light that meant death.  He wouldn’t be able to support the cause because all he would be able to see would be her, lying there, even if it wasn’t her.  

He had to find a way out.  

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“im NOT jealous ”

A small smirk crept it’s way up the corner of Severus’s mouth as he surpressed a small chuckle.  Sometimes Lucius just couldn’t help acting like pubescent girl, the way he rambled on and on and paced about the room when something got him perturbed.  But his company was better than most in their circle, and today Severus had the patience to deal with his nonsense.  

Apparently Lucius had seen Narcissa out and about while he had been on business for work, and old family friend or some other inconsequential acquaintance.  He had been standing too close for Lucius’s comfort, and gave the wrong impression to whoever looked over.  

In true Malfoy fashion, he had immediately resorted to dramatics, demanding Severus to come over promptly after work and discuss the issue with him.  A small part of Severus felt proud, accomplished that of all those among the ranks, Lucius had chosen him to be subject to his latest session of hysterics and seething frustration.  

“Of course you’re not jealous, Lucius, I would never suspect that of you.  Not after one overseen meeting between your faithful wife and this mystery man.”  Snape leaned back in his chair, eyes following as his companion paced.  “The question before you now is simple: what are you going to do about it.”  

Severus lazily twirled his wand in his hand, watching as Lucius’s steps slowed, wheels in his head turning.  As obnoxious as his antics were, Lucius stood out in Severus’s mind as one of the more intelligent followers of the Dark Lord.  He wasn’t one to go on a murderous rampage for the fun of it.  His moves were generally calm, collected, and always with a purpose.  Perhaps he often seemed a bit reluctant to complete tasks until the Dark Lord directly commanded, but Severus much preferred his calculation over the blind, violent devotion some of their cohorts displayed.  

“I won’t do anything about it before I’ve talked to Narcissa, given her a chance to explain the situation.”  Lucius stopped, sitting in the chair opposite Severus.

“I’m sure she had no intention of doing anything that seemed improper.  She’s loyal to you, more loyal than many of the wives around.”  Severus nodded, shifting forward in his chair.  “And what are we going to do about the gentleman?”  

Lucius’s eyes narrowed.  “Oh, he’s going to suffer.”  

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