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「 ✦ NARCISSA BLACK ✦ 」
a canon or au portrayal, for a cannon character, mature. descriptive. looking for creative sls. crossover friendly. 21+/mdni. bisexual portrayal.
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Narcissa₊˚⊹@wiltedoaths
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@wiltedoaths
ᯓ★ ˑ ִ ֶ 𓂃 god damn you look good in this lighting ୭˚. ᵎᵎ
Wiltshire, England Katılım Eylül 2025
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「 ✦ belladonna summers ✦ 」
an oc portrayal, for fandomless and multiverse, mature content. descriptive. looking for creative sls. crossover friendly. 21+/mdni. bisexual portrayal.
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Belladonna₊˚⊹@whimsioaths
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「 ✦ ENID SINCLAIR✦ 」
a canon or au portrayal, for a cannon character, mature. descriptive. looking for creative sls. crossover friendly. 21+/mdni. bisexual portrayal.
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enid ₊˚⊹@wolfoaths
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finally go to a healer. We’ll both need you healthy—months from now, maybe even years.”
Her voice softened, the tender tone she reserved only for him. It wasn’t just the words that mattered; it was the unspoken promise that lingered in the space between them.
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measured breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle over her. “It’s been a month now,” she said, the words slipping out quietly.
She let the pause linger, watching his gray eyes meet her own deep blue ones. “If I take this,” she murmured, “you have to promise me you’ll
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Narcissa stared at the little black box that Lucius cradled in his hands, the thing that seemed to sit like a tiny vessel pressed against his forehead. She leaned in close enough that only he could hear her whisper, as if the words were meant for his ears alone.
“Do you
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐔𝐒.@CURSEDLlGHT
Lucius slept through the night with Narcissa curled against him, her arms secure around his body. In her embrace, the nightmares that so often plagued his rest never came ——no screaming memories, no echoes of the brutal path his life had taken. . . . For once, there was ;
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some other business.”
The line came easily, though it wasn’t entirely truthful. The man who had escorted her to the pub probably bolted the moment he saw her deep in conversation with Lucius. Did she bother to care? Not really.
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Narcissa traced the rim of her wine glass with a fingertip, her eyes locking onto his as a smile curved her lips. Had he dared her to be here with another? If so, the wager was far from settled.
Leaning close, she whispered, “My companion has vanished—no doubt tangled up in
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Narcissa’s gaze held his, and with it came that familiar, dangerous spark —— an excitement only she had ever been able to awaken in him. Lucius forced himself to rein it in, refusing to let emotion overtake reason. It had been his decision to push her away, after all. He had no ;
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leaned in and whispered,
“I am. And you?” The quiet question hung between them, a subtle reminder that he, too, may not be alone.
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Narcissa traced the rim of her glass with a restless fingertip, then lifted the crystal cup to her lips and drew a slow sip. As the amber liquid warmed her throat, she lifted an eyebrow and asked herself, “Am I keeping company tonight?” When her eyes finally met Lucius’s, she
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Lucius drew out a stool and settled beside Narcissa, nodding once to the bartender for another pour —— his attention never strayed . . . his eyes lingered on her, drawn in by the subtle, intoxicating trace of her perfume. “Tell me . . .” he began smoothly, voice low over ;
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“Bold of you to assume I’m alone,” she said, a slow smile curving her lips. She raised a hand to signal the bartender, her gaze lingering on Lucius as she added —
“Though is it really any different for you, Malfoy? To sip your drink in solitude, alone with your thoughts.”
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He stood up, without breaking any eye contact and slowly approaches her from behind. “Bold of you to drink alone in a place like this.” He whispered softly, as he is leaning in —— warmth breath lingering against her ear.
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She lifted her hand to the wine glass, bringing it to her lips as a faint rose flush warmed her cheeks—a telltale sign of how much she’d already consumed. With a daring, borrowed boldness in her gaze, she tilted her head back and finished the last of her drink.
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—— lower lip grazing against the rim of the wine glass whilst he kept his eyes on her.
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door the night before, even if he arrived in a haze of pain and half‑spoken vows.
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weightier. Though the pregnancy was still early and no belly showed, Narcissa’s mind kept returning to a single, terrifying thought: if Lucius never made it home, would their unborn child ever have a chance?
She breathed a sigh of relief that he had stumbled back through the
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Narcissa kept pace with Lucius, even as his wounds throbbed and each step sent shivers of pain through her own heart. She guided him, slowly but steadily, through the corridors and into their private chambers, where she helped him onto the bed. The world outside was crumbling,
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A soft smile found Lucius as his hand came to rest over Narcissa’s still-flat abdomen, the gesture instinctive, reverent. . . They had spent years waiting, hoping in quiet corners and behind carefully composed expressions, and now the miracle they had longed for was ;
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