AFTER DARK- Lucius Malfoy x Reader

Last Name

Thank you all for reading this story. I'm sorry for the lags in between chapters. Lots has been going on and time slips too quick. PLUS writers block doesn't help.

Thank u for ur patience ❤️

I love your comments I'm cackling in my bed as I read them(my neighbors hate me for it I'm sure)

Much love
F.J.

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I was born to bear my father's name.

I've always wanted to escape it.

It demands a kind of possession.

An ever looming presence in the physical spaces I hold.
A name—invisible but claiming— that runs through my body and veins.

I looked to my mother's maiden name.

But even that was her father's and his father's before her.

Sometimes I search.

I try to find the scrap of a woman in the names written down—a sign of her ownership.

Alas, the books written by women authors have the last names of their father's as well... right there—smack on the page.

And it feels as though something a woman has made can never be all her own.

And maybe that's why I love first names. It's mine and mine alone. Yes maybe it's shared by others but its not something that ties you to a tree, strings you up to its branches.

My grave will read my first name only.

I'll only belong to myself in death.

His line ends with me.

-F.J.
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I starred at the paper in front of me.

Y/N _______

My mind was blank.

Just like the stupid line next to my first name.

Maybe I could just fill it in as 'Nobody'

'Y/N Nobody'

That was ridiculous.

'Y/N Smith'

Smith is good... simple. Simple and neat and perfect sounding.

So the opposite of me.

It had to relate to me, right?

A last name has to have some meaning to it. It couldn't just be anything. It had to sound right. To look right. To feel right.

Everything had to be just right and exact and—

I threw my quill down and nearly splattered myself with ink.