Eden, Lucius/Hermione
Eden by obsessmuch, R, fic warnings included in first chapter.
Why do you struggle, my little Mudblood? You know that you are completely under my control. Your mind, your body and your soul all belong to me. I only wish that your blood were pure. The whole situation would be so much... sweeter if it were.
The style is not really my thing, and first person can get annoying after a few chapters - however, the story itself. Not so much the concept, because that is not unusual, but how the author handles the characters is great. Lucius is a complex character, and more so an example of a character that wasn't really finished properly in the book and therefore reading this is like reading a misguided, morose, horrible but completely honest love letter to him. And it works. It is beautiful and terrible and I'm a little bit in love with him, this character, wonderful. The relationship is also one of the most well written developments I have ever read, and in the situation their in that is so very difficult to do, but the author does it well. I love this story much more then I probably should.
(I know reading at fanfic.net is horrible but I cannot find the story archived anywhere else, but I find for easy reading if you go to the right hand corner near the top of the page and find the word font, if you fic on the closet to the left A you shall find the text easier to read.)
I look at the intense fury and concentration on his face as his wand slashes, flicks and soars through the air, sending out multi-coloured lights at hundreds of miles per hour. And it’s all for me. He came here tonight and he rescued me and now he’s fighting someone who used to be his friend, for me, for me, oh, he’d do anything for me.
It’s enough. I know what I have to do.
I leap up from the ground and I run forwards, throwing my arms around Dolohov’s neck, using all of my weight and all of my strength to pull him backwards, to get him away from Lucius. He struggles, lashing out and wrenching his body round, but I somehow manage to hold firm, my body being thrown all over the place, but I can’t let go, I can’t let him win, I can’t I can’t I can’t…
Why do you struggle, my little Mudblood? You know that you are completely under my control. Your mind, your body and your soul all belong to me. I only wish that your blood were pure. The whole situation would be so much... sweeter if it were.
The style is not really my thing, and first person can get annoying after a few chapters - however, the story itself. Not so much the concept, because that is not unusual, but how the author handles the characters is great. Lucius is a complex character, and more so an example of a character that wasn't really finished properly in the book and therefore reading this is like reading a misguided, morose, horrible but completely honest love letter to him. And it works. It is beautiful and terrible and I'm a little bit in love with him, this character, wonderful. The relationship is also one of the most well written developments I have ever read, and in the situation their in that is so very difficult to do, but the author does it well. I love this story much more then I probably should.
(I know reading at fanfic.net is horrible but I cannot find the story archived anywhere else, but I find for easy reading if you go to the right hand corner near the top of the page and find the word font, if you fic on the closet to the left A you shall find the text easier to read.)
I look at the intense fury and concentration on his face as his wand slashes, flicks and soars through the air, sending out multi-coloured lights at hundreds of miles per hour. And it’s all for me. He came here tonight and he rescued me and now he’s fighting someone who used to be his friend, for me, for me, oh, he’d do anything for me.
It’s enough. I know what I have to do.
I leap up from the ground and I run forwards, throwing my arms around Dolohov’s neck, using all of my weight and all of my strength to pull him backwards, to get him away from Lucius. He struggles, lashing out and wrenching his body round, but I somehow manage to hold firm, my body being thrown all over the place, but I can’t let go, I can’t let him win, I can’t I can’t I can’t…