Sex With Snakes

worship - t.n [1]

WARNING: mentions of low self esteem, depression, the tiniest bit of suggestiveness at the end. The actual smut will be in the other part(s) but this is just some plot. I was going to publish it as one but it was getting too long and I don't want you guys to get annoyed scrolling.

This is the first time I'm writing smut with some actual plot so bare with me, please, it's also the first time I've written like this in a while so yh. 

This particular one will have two-three parts so it's not too long but each part is a continuation of the previous one. They're the same scene just in different parts. 

PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Aelia Malfoy & Theodore Nott

Being the first Malfoy female in centuries had many pros and cons. Lately, however, it seemed like the cons were drowning the young witch and she failed to comprehend how she could possibly stay afloat. The expectations were simply ridiculous. It seemed as if everyone expected her to be the epitome of perfection. She was not. Aelia made mistakes, many of them but she learned as she walked the path of life.

 A total of eight people in her society understood that. It was tiring and painful trying to meet everyone's expectations. She was never good enough. For a while, she believed that she was but then her dearest father was imprisoned, her mother had fled to France and her brother had fallen so deep into his depression- the sun burnt him.

Now, it was up to her to restore the Malfoy and pureblood name and to her, she was failing. She hated her life. She hated society. She hated the fates. She hated Britain. She hated her magic. She hated her blood. She hated her lord. She hated the darkness. Most of all, she hated herself. She hated herself for not being able to save her father, for not being able to convince her lord to spare her brother, for letting down her mother, for failing the pureblood society. For not paying attention to the things that mattered. It was all too much and she thought she couldn't take it. 

She had been non-stop in her pursuit of respect for everything she held dear that she forgot that there was someone who thought she was everything they needed. Theodore saw how badly his fiancée's current societal circumstances were affecting her. She was crumbling more rapidly than her family's reputation. It was frightening, even for him, the boy that lived with the man that murdered his mother and still managed to call him father. He would do anything he possibly could to aid her in her mission to restore pureblood glory.

At first, the issues lay with the political and social categories of Aelia's life. As time passed though, the backlash of having an imprisoned death eater father and supporting the Dark Lord started to take its toll on her. The opinions of the witches and wizards of the world started to seep through her broken surface and settle deep within her heart, mind and soul, slowly imploding whatever was left of her (once) free spirit. 

The Malfoy girl's self esteem dropped until she could no longer reach for whatever little was left and fake the rest. She was suffocating in her own little bubble of self deterioration and hatred and there was nothing anyone was willing to do about it because no one cared about her. No one gave one flying fuck about how she felt. No one thought about how hard it was for her to survive a game that was rigged from the beginning. No one bothered. No one but Theodore Octavian Nott.

Theodore's love for Aelia was far more than some 'brother's best friend' cliché. It might have started off as such but it was no longer that. Rivalry, society and war strengthened their affections, arming them with a never-ending supply of hope, kindness and true love. However, both the love and the hope seemed to be lacking. The kindness never stopped. That was the only reason Theodore fought to prove that his lover wasn't gone. She was still the kindest bitch in the room.

Like most males, Theodore didn't know where to begin when it came to resurrecting his darling's confidence or bringing back the twinkle in her eyes. Thankfully, he could guess. In his eyes, if she felt better about herself, she'd be able to approach the political and social situations with far more calmness and levelheadedness. What better way was there to uplift someone than to worship them? Mind, body and soul. Of course, he'd start with body and work his way up.

Hope you guys got some perspective on what's to come, I hope this chapter didn't trigger anyone. I tried not to get too in depth with low self esteem itself or the depression to avoid anyone getting triggered. I hope it worked out. Stay tuned for the next part(s), you'll get the smut you came for, don't worry. 

- lover <3

UNEDITED