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I am no good nor evil simply I am
And I have come to take what is mine
I was there in the dark when you spilled your first blood
I am here now as you run from me, still
Run then, child
You can't hide from me forever
Luna Lovegood never belonged to anyone. Anyone except the entity that had claimed her long before her birth. The presence festering, hovering over her every waking moment as a reminder that she simply was a vessel in debt to him.
Bound to suffering eternal through the sins of their fathers committed long before their conception.
Crawling her way out of the dirt, the pang in her chest that had once vibrated with grief and sorrow now thrummed with a deep rage where her beating heart once lay.
You were not his to take.
You, my sweet child, were always mine.
Heard you, saw you, felt you, gave you.
Her once porcelain skin was sticky, filthy, and tinged a sickly green hue. Mud had settled into the indentations of her back, lined with scars from the repeated Crucio .
She would need to clean herself up before she arrived at Nott Manor and saw her Husband. The gaudy family heirloom was still upon her rotten finger.
“Hand over the ring, you wretched whore, you defiled my son. I’ll not have you disgrace our name any further!” She watched in silence as he attempted to pull it off himself, groaning when it refused to budge.
“I told you, It will not come off. I am his Wife, a Nott just as much as you are, sir.” This only enraged him further. “Fine, I’ll slice the finger from your hand instead.” The Nott patriarch yelled as he knocked her to the ground.
He was furious they had wed in secrecy, defying his agreement with the Parkinsons. “You know just as well as I do the binding agreements for marriage to a Nott is eternal. You may kill me, but I’ll always be his Wife.”
“Crucio!”
“Crucio!”
“Crucio!”
A true mockery of the Trinity, it only took three for it to stop her beating heart as she lay on the damp earth of the Nott grounds, her blood seeping into the earth—fertilising the shrubbery that would surround her shallow grave.
Augustus Nott Sr had taken a life not belonging to him but owed to something far greater than he could ever be, far more precious than his false Lord he once served out of weakness.
Now, he would pay the price of taking what was not his. In his ignorance, he ignored what could have brought his name a legacy of greatness, now would be a price too high for him to pay.
“A Life for a Life,” the voice spoke to her as he mended her marred flesh and smoothed her mud-stained hair. “How long have I been gone?” She asked quietly, her pale skin glowing as his magick flowed through her veins. The entity guiding her offered her a mirror, “Gaze upon yourself, my child; see what you have become.”
She looked otherworldly. A violet hue to her once pale blue eyes stared back at her, long platinum locks now curling effortlessly as they draped down her back. Her ivory gown clung to her body perfectly; the combination of lace and silks created the perfect silhouette. Her hand now pointed claws ghosted the fabric as she vanished the grime, leaving her the vision of a perfect bride. Her magic felt different; she felt powerful.
“Nunc potentissimus es ad ambulandum inter vivos.”
“You are now the most powerful being to walk the living.”
“Carnibus eorum epulaberis, et in reditu da mihi animas eorum.”
“You will feast upon their flesh and, in return, give their souls to me.”
“Anima tua ad me pertinet, servus autem carnis tuae ego sum.”
“Your soul belongs to me, but I am your flesh’s servant.”
The vast darkness of him then surrounded her, absorbing entirely side a faint shadow.
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Her status as a Nott allowed her to move freely through the ancestral home; the wards welcomed her with a warmth that tingled across her skin. She knew she only had a few moments until she was found, which only heightened her excitement.
“Theodore?” She called out. The desperation behind her voice echoed through the old hallways.
The click of dragonhide against the old hardwood ricocheted behind her—he heard her. Turning slowly, she met Theo’s tired stare. His eyes went wide as his lips opened with an audible pop. His skin paled, and his shoulders tensed.
“Theodore, do not be frightened.” Her clawed hand reached out to him. “Did you miss me?”
Clearing his throat, he whispered, “Lu? How? What are you—How are you here?”
She walked towards him; his fear smelled delicious as the heavy beat of his heart filled her ears. Luna grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling him in tightly in her embrace. “You thought your father could get rid of me? A Nott’s marriage is eternal, my darling and our eternity has only just begun.” His body relaxed slightly in her grasp, his chest heaving as he spoke.
“What did he do to you?” He whimpered. The pain in his voice was palpable.
“Oh, Theodore. I missed you, my sweet boy. Nothing will ever keep us apart.” She loosened her grip, looking up at him. His tear-pricked eyes had turned a brilliant shade of green. His hands slowly moved up her body, cupping her face as he laughed. “I must have gone mad; you can’t be here. Father said he had run you off. I’ve been desperately trying to find you.” He stepped back, looking her up and down, his body shaking. “What happened to you? Something’s different.”
“Don’t be afraid; it’ll all be better now. We can be together as we were meant to be.” He was shaking now; did he not believe her? “I came back for you, Theo. He brought me back.”
“Who brought you back?” His voice was louder now as his eyes scanned her face.
“ He did. I cannot speak his name.” It startled her at the mention of her shadow, a deeper, more sultry tone layered with her own voice at the mention of Him.
Theo stood there, chest heaving as his hands dropped to his sides. His hands balled into fists. “Dammit, Luna, quit speaking in riddles. What the fuck is going on here? You disappear days after we married, and then you appear out of nowhere speaking of another man? Did you have regrets?”
“Your father murdered me by the old willow tree on the grounds. He tortured me. He told me I was unworthy of you or his name and cursed me until my body gave out!” Her voice was loud, boisterous— He was speaking with her. “I was dead, Theodore. I was buried in a shallow grave and left to rot, but I wasn’t meant to die. Your father took what wasn’t his. There’s so much I want to tell you, so please just trust that I will tell you in time.”
Silence
The air was thick.
Until Theo pulled her into his arms, his chest thumping as sobs ripped through his throat. “Luna, I—I’m so sorry; I swear I have been looking for you. I would have never stopped looking for you. How did I miss you when you were right there?” His lips crashed into hers, and he lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as she dug her claws into his shoulders. The smell of blood filled her nostrils, and she couldn’t resist; he smelled so good–like hers. She bit into his tongue, sucking the blood from his mouth as he slipped her dress above her hips while pressing her into the walls.
Her senses were heightened, everything magnified with the intensity of fiendfyre with his touch. Her lips left a path of bloody kisses along his jaw before she sunk her teeth into his neck. Her vision was dizzy as she drank, and her claws dug deep into his skin.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
“I love you,” She chanted as she healed his wounds with her touch, meeting his lips once more.
“I would have waited for you forever, Lu. You are my eternity.”
He panted into her mouth. “Need to have you. Please.” She could only nod as he apparated them to his– their bedroom, vanishing both of their clothes before tossing her onto the bed, crawling on top of her immediately like he could bear to be apart from her for a moment. His fingers found her clit as he kissed her chest, “Theodore, please. We have time for that later. Take me, make me your bride.” Her voice breaks slightly at the memory of a wedding night stolen.
“I promise, Lu. I’ll fuck you for a week straight after this is all settled. Maybe even longer if you let me.” He spoke into her hair as they said their goodbyes.
A goodbye that was only supposed to be temporary.
His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her flush to him; she widened automatically to make room for him. He slipped his fingers through her folds, collecting her arousal before bringing his fingers to his tongue. “Salazar, Lu. You taste better than I remember, fuck.” He panted before notching the head of his cock at her entrance.
She was greedy; her heels pulled him hard, thrusting his cock inside to the hilt as she screamed from the stretch. He ran his hand down her stomach, pressing down where he could feel his cock bulging out from inside her, tandem moans rolling off their tongues as he began to thirst at a punishing pace. Luna grabbed one of his hands, bringing his wrist to her mouth as she sank her teeth into his veins, drinking deeply. His thrusts slowed, “I’m not gonna last. Feel so fucking good. Missed you.”
Releasing her hold on his wrist, she licked the wound clean before pulling his mouth to hers, “You’re mine, forever.” She moaned in his mouth as he licked the blood from her teeth. “Come with me, come for your wife.”
Groaning into her mouth as he filled her cunt, pulling her over the edge alongside him in what felt like the longest orgasm they had ever experienced until he collapsed on top of her, his cock twitching inside in the aftershocks of their pleasure.
“Forever.” She whispered into his skin, sucking his sweaty, messy curls. They had a little while longer to bask in their moment of blissful reunion before He would demand his due.
“Theo, I need your help with something.” She murmured as he continued to worship her skin with his mouth, licking his own blood that spilt onto her breasts, unbothered by the obscenity of it all.
“Anything, it’s yours. I’ll take care of my father, Luna, I swear.”
She could feel Him stir between her bones, “A willing servant already, a wise choice, my child.”
He was pleased .
Her voice, velvety and smooth, “I’d like to see your father. I think it’s only fair we had a proper reintroduction. Don’t you think, darling?” A brilliant smile flashed across her lover's face, “I’ll help you get cleaned up.” He jumped off the bed before scooping her up and dashing towards the master bathroom, where he delicately cleaned her body and slowly examined all the new changes she had obtained. “Are you afraid of me?” She asked as he stared into her eyes while lathering her breasts.
Theo kissed her softly before pressing his erection against her, slowly peppering open-mouth kisses along her jaw till he met her ear.
“I’m a Nott, Luna. Do you think I haven’t seen my fair share of dark or insane magic? I don’t care how or what brought you here; what matters to me is that you’re here and came back for me.” Lifting her leg slowly to prop her against the shower wall as he teased her clit with his cock, before manoeuvring himself perfectly to enter her fully in a single thrust, she couldn’t hold back the whine as he fucked up into her slowly. “You still think I’m scared of you, my darling wife?”
An hour had passed, and she had a few final touches before she would see Nott Sr.
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“Ready?” Theo asked her as he rested his head on her neck, staring at their reflection in his father's study mirror. They were quite the sight; her ivory gown, paired with a matching veil and a deep red pendant, another family heirloom hung from her neck.
“This one will be perfect; it requires blood to seal it.”
“Before he arrives, I have to tell you something, Theo. I’ll never be fully myself ever again. He lives within me; I am an extension of him, but I always have been. He has always been there. For me to return, I had to strike a deal.” Theodore’s face now laced with concern, “I told you, Lu, anything, anything at all. It’s yours.”
“What is going on? How? Who? What the bloody hell are you doing here? Theodore! What have you done?”
“A debt must be paid, Father.” She hissed.
The old man’s face scrunched in disgust, “You were never worthy of the Nott family line; you think I want my grandchildren soiled by your weakness?”
Her soft and sweet laugh was layered with a darker, more sinister baritone behind it as her eyes flashed a pale white. She looked unworldly, “You’re foolish for believing you have any say in this. There’s nothing you can do. It’s already been done.”
She looked at Theo, glinting with pleasure in his eyes. Her body thrummed at seeing him so eager to please her.
“You’re going to watch as I drain every last drop of blood from your father, Theodore.” She whispered, leaning over to kiss his cheek. His eyes were full of devotion as he turned to face his father. “I suggest you listen to what my wife has today, father. I’d love to hear what you have to say for yourself.” He was taunting him, trying to get a rise out of him. His anger is so delicious.
CRASH
She flung his body to the corner of the study where his armchair sat, binding him to where he sat with a swish of her claws. Electricity buzzed beneath her skin as she felt her magick swirling through her body, it was intoxicating.
“Augustus.” The voice said from her tongue. He had taken over. It felt like Luna had simply taken a seat and allowed him to run the show.
A maniacal laugh filled the room, shattering the glass fixtures that lined his study.
“Habeo magna et valida consilia pueri.”
I have great, powerful plans for the child.
“Plans you simply could not understand.”
Luna walked slowly towards him, swaying her hips and laughing as she threw kisses at Theo. Dropping to her knees before him, she teased his knees with her claws, applying just enough pressure to break the skin, but continued to glide them up his thighs before reaching for his throat as she climbed into his lap. Gripping his jaw with one hand before digging her claws into his flesh. “Oh shh shh shh, none of that. Pureblood men don’t cry, do they? Isn’t that what you used to tell Theodore?”
She covered his mouth with her free hand as she ground against his lap, absorbing every ounce of emotion she could pull from him until she leaned to his ear, and that same velvety voice returned.
“Moriturus, pater. epulabimur in carne tua, sanguine et anima tua, donec non remaneat ex te quidquam.”
You’re going to die, father. We will feast on your flesh, blood, and soul until there is nothing left of you.
A low grumble ripped through Nott Sr’s throat as he shook his body, attempting to get away before Luna pulled his head to the side—sinking her teeth into his neck. His screams muffled by a booming laughter. Growing weaker and weaker as Luna continued to feed from his neck.
The room began to shake, and Theo ran to Luna’s side, moving her hair out of the way before smoothing his hand down her back as he watched his wife maul his father’s neck until the only sounds in the room were the whimpers Luna made as she drained him entirely.
She smiled at Theo; his warm gaze sent chills down her spine as he helped her off the chair, the body disappearing, leaving only the pools of blood behind from where her claws had dug at his flesh.
“Strzyga,” Theo said quietly as he wiped the blood from her face.
“A clever boy, you chose wisely, my child.”
She preened from the praise, nodding at Theo as he pulled her into his arms. “I love you,” his voice was quiet, muffled by her hair as he held her tightly like he was trying to keep her from leaving.
“You’re not afraid?”
“I was afraid when I lost you, Lu. I have never been more afraid in my life. Afraid of what life without you would be.”
She took his face in her hands, carefully grazing his cheeks with her claws—a low purr emitting from her throat.
“I’m sorry I never told you about Him. I only ever wanted to protect you. And when I died.” She paused momentarily, and Theo picked her up, sitting in the bloodied chair as she straddled him. “Luna, I meant what I said, anything for all eternity. I’m yours. Plus, seeing you—like this.” He kissed her cheeks, licking the blood that remained. “I’d kill every last wizard in all of London if it meant I got to keep you.” She could feel his hardening cock press against her clothed core. Grinding on him until he was panting, she then whispered against his throat. She ripped his shirt down the buttoned centre, revealing his scarred tan flesh. Her eyes rolled back as she licked the salt from his skin, gliding her teeth across his collarbone while her hands fumbled with his trousers.
Luna took his throbbing cock into her hand while he lifted her enough to place it at her entrance, her knickers to the side as she slowly took his length, inch by inch, till she was flush with his pelvis. Her hips stilled while she took a singular claw, slicing it down his chest before the bloodied claw to her tongue. “Taste us.”
Another slice, this time to her own skin, repeating the motion but now to his mouth. “Taste us. Taste us. Taste the power you now hold in your hands.” His lips crashed into hers, tongue-fighting entrance as Theo bounced her on his cock. Gripping her arse until he broke the skin.
“Take it, take everything—Lu, I’ll give you everything.” He was babbling. She could feel he was close; she needed just a little more. Luna pulled his face to her tits as they both flew over the edge of insanity with his teeth on her nipple. The room silent aside from their breathing as they basked in the aftermath, skin sticky and cheeks flushed. Her lips found his neck once more, licking and teasing her bite from before.
“We have one more task for you before you can join me in eternity.” They said into his skin.
“Anything”
“A son.”
She smiled, bringing their hands to her belly.
A son.