"Small ships scenes based on my tags<3"
Lucius Malfoy / Severus Snape
Setting: Lucius's private quarters, post-Dark Lord meeting. Winter rain against the windows.
(Erm... I have no words My editor wrote this one i just made it match my writing style but my editor said and i quote "It's good to show how manipulative they are)
Severus sits rigid in the armchair, soaked and shivering, dried blood flaking down his sleeve. He hadn’t planned to come here. He never plans to come here. Lucius’s presence is a poison he can’t stop drinking.
Lucius pours firewhisky into a cut crystal glass, then hands it to him without speaking. His fingers brush Severus’s — deliberately.
“You’re falling apart again,” Lucius says, tone silked with disdain that only masks worry. “The Dark Lord won’t always find that endearing.”
Severus glares at him. “And you think you can fix it?”
Lucius crouches in front of him, grabs his chin with gloved fingers, and forces their eyes to meet.
“I think I made you this way. I think I owe it to you to keep you from unraveling where others can see.”
Severus doesn’t answer. But when Lucius stands, he doesn’t let go of his wrist. Not yet.
Lucius Malfoy / James Potter
Setting: Forbidden corridor, lit only by Lucius’s wand. The remnants of a duel.
(Toxic ah ship.)
James is bruised. Wand snapped in half. Robes torn at the collar. Lucius’s spell knocked him into a wall, but James didn't stay down. He never stays down. That’s what makes him so fun.
Lucius steps closer, heels echoing in the stone hallway.
“Do you like losing to me, Potter? Or do you just like me?”
James spits blood on the floor. “You think this means you’ve won?”
Lucius leans in, eyes gleaming, voice low and electric. “I think you wanted this the second you threw that first hex.”
James’s chest heaves. He could still fight — but instead, he grabs Lucius by the collar and kisses him like it’s a war.
Neither of them wins. That’s the point.
-Pandora Lovegood / Xenophilius Lovegood-
Setting: Hogwarts greenhouse, midnight, snow gently falling outside.
(THEY ARE MY FAVORITES)
Pandora is barefoot, spinning through rows of magical plants that pulse with warmth. Xenophilius watches her from the shadows, heart too loud in his chest.
“They said I was strange,” she hums, plucking a petal from a singing violet. “But strange is just a word for things they can’t understand.”
He steps into the glow, offering her a delicate leaf shaped like a star.
“Then let’s make them understand. You and me. A constellation of chaos.”
Pandora laughs — and it’s the sound of wind chimes on fire.
They dance between the vines, her feet stained green, his lips stained red from the fruit she fed him. And when they kiss, the plants around them bloom wildly — too wildly.
Even nature bends for their madness.
-Sirius Black / James Potter-
Scene Title: “I’d Burn the World If You Asked”
Setting: Gryffindor dorms, everyone asleep, Sirius’s bed is too warm.
Sirius is sitting upright, sweat-drenched from a nightmare. James stirs beside him, blinking blearily.
“Another one?” he whispers.
Sirius doesn’t answer. James reaches out and touches his arm — just enough. Sirius flinches. Then melts.
“You always come back,” Sirius mutters. “Even when you shouldn’t.”
James rests his head on Sirius’s shoulder. “You never ask me to stay.”
“I don’t want to trap you,” Sirius says, voice shaking. “But I do. I want you to need me.”
James doesn’t reply. He shifts closer, lets his forehead press to Sirius’s. Their noses brush.
“Then trap me,” James whispers. “But don’t let go.”
And Sirius doesn't.
-Regulus Black / Severus Snape-
Setting: Astronomy tower, icy winds, too late for apologies.
(Oh spoiler guess which ship won't last.)
Regulus stands at the edge of the tower, arms folded, expression unreadable. Severus walks up behind him like a ghost.
“You weren’t supposed to be here tonight,” Regulus says.
“Neither were you,” Severus replies.
They both stay silent. Then:
“You never believed in anything,” Regulus says, voice hard. “You just wanted to survive.”
Severus swallows. “And you believed too much.”
Regulus finally turns. His eyes are shining, like they always do before he says something cruel.
“So here we are. The unbeliever and the fool.”
And yet, when Severus steps forward, Regulus doesn’t move. Not when their foreheads press together. Not when the wind howls around them.
Because even fools need someone who sees them.
-Regulus Black / Barty Crouch Jr. / Evan Rosier-
Setting: A hidden Slytherin ritual chamber, blood-soaked candles, post-initiation.
Regulus stands bare-chested, Dark Mark burning fresh into his arm. Barty and Evan flank him like devils made flesh. The air is thick with power and something that tastes like betrayal.
Evan wraps Regulus’s arm in silk, his hands too gentle for what they just did.
“You're ours now. No more pretending to be pure.”
Barty tilts Regulus’s chin up, his eyes wide and manic.
“Tell me you wanted this. Tell me you chose us.”
Regulus says nothing. He just leans forward — into Barty’s mouth, into Evan’s grip, into a fate he never really chose.
They are poison, and he drinks deep.
He doesn't need saving. Not anymore.
(FRIENDSHIPS ARE NEXT!)