AFTER DARK- Lucius Malfoy x Reader

Writings By Lucius(short exerpt)

Hello Guys. Sooooooooo I basically was thinking about how men's compliments to women are always liek "you're so hot" or "you look so sexy" and it just neverrrrrrrr does it for me. (I'm 100% sure this is not a unique thought) even just things like "beautiful" seems so generic and comes with a lot of baggage in terms of socially constructed beauty standards. It sort of gives me the ick because it's also like someone placing value on you based off your appearance which just feels... bleh. Even if their intentions aren't bad or anything and they are genuinely trying to make u feel good (I don't feel like this as much when women friends compliment me on my looks cuz it doesn't feel sexually charged...).

Okay that was a lot of explaining but I thought I'd give u a premise of where this idea came from.

It inspired me to write this little mini excerpt about Lucius describing you:)

I hope you enjoy Y/N;)

Xxxx

Writings By Lucius

My father once told me the best thing you can call a woman is beautiful.

It was such a declaration from him that it stuck in my mind.
Not because it was valuable advice, but because I didn't quite believe it.

As if someone like him could know.

I'd never known him to make my mother laugh. Blush. Smile. Cry of joy.

Or feel anything positive at all.

So how could he know what the best thing was?

The longer I lived the more I saw just how wrong he was.

Y/N.

I'd hate to call her beautiful when the word has been used for such cruel means.

To devalue one above another.
To objectify.

It's not enough to describe her anyways.

It's too simple, yet too broad.
Too uninspiring.
Too...lazy.

No. Not for her.

I'd describe her as air, though it seems too easy. Air is.... A breath in and a breath out.

The trees are too quiet—too still and peaceful.

The earth beneath my feet too stable in its form.

There's but one way to describe her...

She is the ocean in its entirety.

The waves that jolt you. Pull you in their tow and spit you back out.

A vast expanse, never ending, terrifying, stunning. 

Her mind... her thoughts...They are deep like an ocean trench.

Her touch—its like being fully submerged and suspended. All consuming.

She can sting like the salt water, unrelenting in as she charges on.

To be with her is to be on guard, waiting for the conditions of the waters and winds to change without a moments notice.

Never quite being able to fully read her.

And all the while she forces you to stare at your own reflection.

And still...

The more you drink of her, your thirst is never quenched. It makes you need more, even if it leads you to dehydration and death.

Her storms you are not sure you can survive.

Her mercy— she drags me to shore when she wants to drown me still.

And just as the ocean, she comes how she is.

There's no changing it.
No changing her.
The effort would be futile.

And anyways, why would you want to change such a thing?

Without every part it wouldn't be what it was. It needs all to be whole.

I am but a man.
And she is but the ocean.