Stewart Gilligan Griffin

“Thank you.” She smiled warmly. “Please know it is definitely mutual and I’m glad we have the chance to do something for him.”

Whatever they would experience, they had to be on their guard. It was good to be prepared. Horrible to imagine to walk in somewhere without having a single clue of what was going on behind those doors.

Shouldn’t you feel safe in these places?

Then again, everyone could have an agenda the others were not aware of. Very often it was too late when someone realized the terrible truth before they met their end.

Hopefully we’ll be on time!

Stewie smirked, now leading the way out of the room, keeping his hands together behind his back. At least he had numerous weapons hidden on himself for when they’d get there-- just in case. It was a typical thing for him ever since he was just an infant-- 

One couldn’t be too careful in this crazy, crazy world. 

‘‘Follow me, it should be ready by now, my men are typically very quick...’‘ And for good reason. The teenager was quite violent afterall. 

Old buildings had a lot of history in itself, no matter what people might have moved in later or whether there was an entirely new structure built on top of it.

Glad she was able to accompany him, she wondered what a helicopter was. It was obviously a Muggle invention. What else? But she would see in a few minutes for sure.

“I really appreciate you doing this, Mr. Griffin”, she said gratefully. “We probably wouldn’t have been able to get that precise information in comparison to your sources.”

It really didn’t hurt to have a witch on his side either, now did it? Especially to his visit to that hellhole. Stewie rubbed at his face. ‘’Bloody hell, I already need a drink...’’ he murmurred, remembering all of a sudden there WAS thankfully alcohol on the helicopter, so he could attempt to relax some during their trip. 

“He told me that he was having an important business to attend to”, she explained, trying to remain professional despite her own worry about the wizard. “In case he should not return, Mr. Malfoy asked me to come directly to you.”

“To give you this note.” Instead of her bag, she would have to look through, Miss Wolfe had placed the envelope in one of her spacious robe pockets. Slowly she took it out, so there wasn’t any need for the young man to be alarmed about a doublecross or something else. Hopefully.

Stewie narrowed his eyes, pushing away his plate, which he had been almost done with the food anyways. He kept his eyes sharp on her-- though for the most part, he could trust her, since she worked for the Malfoy. 

But he’s a lot like me.... Very cunning. 

He took the note, now reading it, then groaned. ‘’Fucking hell,’’ he swore, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘’The moron’s got himself in deep-- he was wise enough to send a bloody note, at least.’’ The teenager sounded downright pissed. ‘’I don’t suppose you’ve heard of the ‘Volmer Institute’? It’s a place where they seem to keep patients indefinitely-- we’ve got to get him out of there, or he’s, let’s say, completely fucked.’’

He sighed angrily, now flicking out his switchblade and suddenly playing with it, giving an air of nervousness.

Unlocking the car, Nathaniel slid into the driver’s seat, stowing his bag behind his seat before turning on the car as Stewie got in the passenger seat. “So,” he said as they pulled out into the Boston traffic, “you’ll be acting as a student, part-time worker at a museum. Let’s fix our narrative on that now, so we don’t fumble it when talking to this CarlyleSalesman77 person. And we’d best avoid sharing the knife hilt unless we have to,” he added. “There’s something vaguely otherworldly about that, so the fewer we expose to it, the better.”

Stewie sighed through his nose, as he instantly became a bit bored like the typical teenager upon potentially sitting in a car for awhile. He hmm’ed, as he studied the Boston city a bit, as he thought on what to say, or present, to the other. ‘’My major’s in archaeology... Due to my intense interest in such a subject, I tend to come across paranormal, or stranger items once in awhile. I...’’ He paused, thinking on the next bit now. 

‘‘...Had first came across it briefly in my museum work. Again, due to my passion of archaeology... I’ve been drawn to the item, or what information I could find out about it.’‘ 

Stewie sat there, blinking, confusion deep into his face, trying to comprehend what she had just said. 

Letting a rebellion type of member into his ranks wasn’t something that could easily be accomplished-- 

Her background had been thoroughly checked, and re-checked again before he even considered to hire her as one of his employees. He sat there behind his desk, re-reading her file that was strewn across the surface, his eyes making sure of the information before him. He pushed his finished bowl of ice cream off to the side, as he focused his vision on the door. 

‘‘We have her here, sir,’‘ one of his most trusted employees called out. 

Butter gasped eyes widening he bit his lip taking a deep breath, eyes narrowing.. his sweet voice turned somber  his innocent demenaor having shifted.

, “You better not be hurting those little bunny rabbits..  I don’t take kindly to rabbit killers. “ 

Stewie lifted a careful eyebrow upon watching the other, stepping back a bit from the other, noticing the subtle change in body language. 

‘‘I was clearly talking about fake ones, oh yes...’‘ He pinched the bridge of his nose. He got into the face of the other, flicking out his switchblade. 

Butters frowned, tapping his fingers, “ Uh.. no, dad told me if I did drugs my head would explode. “  Of course he also told him that there was nothing to worry about either once, but it was hard to know what to believe when it came to his crazy asshole father. 

“And I just figured if your gonna be rulling over everything you should be taking care of the cute little bunny rabbits. Bunnies  rabbits have rights .  ..”

‘‘Explosion, of course,’‘ Stewie remarked sarcastically, knowing he had dabbed mildly into such a subject-- so many horror stories surrounding the whole ordeal. He tapped his fingers on the counter next to him, as he lifted an eyebrow. 

“Hello sir,  I don’t want to bother ya but I  have a question…. Are you taking care of the bunny population?”

@dominatoroftheworld

A sultry woman in her early fifithes sauntered over in a tightfitting blue dress with white lace, holding a plate of delciious smelling chocolate chip cookies. “Hello, sweetie.” She smiled walking right up to Stewarts desk, “     I brought cookies.”

A grin spread across the dictator’s face, as he partically threw down his pen from such boring paperwork. It was almost done anyways. 

Your average day, and --

Well, Stewie had almost, almost considered missing a mother like figure in his life, or a father like figure.. Bloody hell... He cursed inwardly. Was he getting soft? 

* I N F O R M A T I O N *

This is a Lucius Malfoy roleplay blog, Harry Potter Fandom. OC friendly, Multi-fandom friendly; I absolutely adore crossovers. EST timezone. 

Headcanons are HERE.

[[ This is my main blog ;; My Hermione Granger is a side, or sub blog HERE ]]

* RULES / GUIDELINES *

1. OOC =/= IC. I haven’t had this happen to me yet, but.. I have heard about it happening to others. So ye. I’m not Lucius, nor do I want to be.

2. My default ship is naturally, Lucius/Narcissa. However, I am open to other scenarios, so if it’s interesting enough, we can work something out. 

3. NO SMUT. I’m just not comfortable writing it. We can write the foreplay, but after that… fade to black please. 

4. EST timezone. So preferably timezones close to mine, because I’m very excited about writing this fellow, lol. But it’s also okay if you have a far different one as well. The timezone thing hasn’t really been the biggest issue for me, but I have gotten some people before from like Australia, and sometimes rping can be not as engaging then.

5. 21+. Just because it’ll be easier to write with y’all that way, and I don’t have to feel awkward about things. I am 31 yrs old, as of writing this. 9/13/21.

6. Don’t bring the JKR drama around me. We are here to bond with each other. I just worry because it is/can be a sensitive issue with other fans.  

7. I don’t, will not, tag triggers… I have my reasons, and I do believe exposure therapy is a good thing… So one can be desensitized to what had happened to them. So please, knowing this is a man who can be cruel… take care of yourself and explore this blog with caution, knowing I don’t tag stuff.

8.  [ Updated as necessary. ]

* VERSES *

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* MY FANFICTION *

Cornered - Dark!fic.  Post-Deathly Hallows. After the War, Lucius Malfoy has to learn to pick up the pieces and push forward to a better tomorrow. …Hopefully. But he might not like it. [ Chapter 4 just posted on 12/5/21 ] Posted on AO3 ;; HERE Also on ff.net ; HERE

All Sorts of Faces Painted on the Canvas - HERE -  What a difficult time for a young pre-teen Lucius Malfoy, having to deal with school, his father, Pureblood society, and more. Will he be able to handle it? Chapters so far: [1/?]

To (Truly) Change, is Hard -  To move on from past beliefs will be hard, is Lucius up to the challenge? One Mudblood seems to change his life forever with her in his life. [ Based on a RP on Discord ] Chapters so far: [1/?] On AO3 ; HERE On ff.net ; HERE

Narcissa’s Secret - HERE - ONESHOT.  One simple little event that will disturb Lucius’s entire world.

She chuckled “yeah your a long way from home human ” she said looking at him

“ well have you made any deals , you certainly have not from me .. so it must be one of the others , that’s if you have made any deals with a particular beautiful person in the last while … Something that had a time limit in it ”

Stewie huffed, not finding her amusement funny, narrowing his eyes at the other. ‘’..annoying, really.’’ He muttered. His eyebrows shot up a bit after he looked elsewhere, thinking for a bit. ‘’...Oh.’’ He said in realization, now turning towards the other, his mind running a bit.