#1 milf lover

It's not the first time it happens. You're not the first one being a nervous mess at the sight of the regal and gracious Lady of House Dimitrescu, or the Golden Raven Goddess, that much Donna is aware, but this is the first time the judged one's eyes are focused on herself. Not her sister, not her brothers, no one else but her. And apparently you notice that she noticed if the sudden blush in your cheeks is any indication. This of course it confuses the Lady of House Beneviento, the thought of you finding her appealing to the sight making her involuntary twitch her fingers, a tick she's barely aware of but that catches your attention guiding your eyes to those delicate looking hands and long slender fingers.

The sight makes you blush even harder as you wonder just how strong those hands are. Thanks to the tiny scars in them you can figure that she must work in crafts that require a lot of strength and precision and you find yourself eager to know more about it.

"Take care of this quickly, Karl. Do not dissapoint me this time." Says an annoyed blonde woman with a tone that denotes authority, and of course as something else thinks faster than your brain, you blurt what's on the tip on your tongue.

"If anyone is going to take care of me can it please be that hot lady with the doll?"

All eyes are on you as you realize you said that out loud.

"Wow thats a really good quality wood floor you've got here..." There's silence in the room. "It's umm, very comfortable..." You cough a bit at the awkard way your voice echoes through the church. "Is it imported wood...?"

And if you think your face is burning you should see the one under the veil of the 'hot lady'.

Years later you would remember this day and laugh while leaning on your wife's shoulder watching the sunset...

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I've been thinking so much about our lady lately and i'm feeling sad and helpless because how can i comfort a character?? i want happy things for her :'ccc

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Narcissa nodded, still not daring to make a sound. Ladies are to be seen, not heard.

Lucius quickly closed the distance between them, reaching down and gently lifted her left hand, which was curled into a tight fist. He carefully coaxed her hand open, noticing the deep red indents in her palm from where her long nails had dug into the skin. He lowered it, before repeating the process with the other hand. Looking up at her face, he could see that her jaw was clenched and her eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

“You’re not okay,” he whispered, pulling her into a hug. Immediately her body began to shake as she finally released everything that she had been holding in. He knew she didn’t want to talk about what happened, so he just held her and rubbed her back soothingly and whispered calming words in her ear as she cried.

Being together for so many years, Lucius was used to seeing her like this, but it never made it any easier. He hated that she felt the need to answer her mother’s calls when they both knew she would come back horribly upset. Since they had been married, he had spent years undoing all the things Druella and Cygnus had done to try to destroy Narcissa. He wanted her to feel confident, beautiful, and most importantly, loved. Yet, everytime she went back to her childhood home, she always returned to him utterly traumatized.

After a few minutes her crying seemed to stop, leaving her slumped against his shoulder. Holding her a little tighter, he quietly called for a house elf to bring a cold glass of water and a pain relieving potion up to their bedroom.

“Alright, love. Why don’t we go lay down for a little bit,” he whispered into his wife’s ear. He waited until he felt her nod into his chest before he carefully picked her up and carried her to their room.

Once they were in the room, Lucius delicately laid her in the bed, making sure she was sitting up a little, before picking up the potion the elf had left on the bedside table. He uncorked it, handing it to Narcissa. After she drank it, he swapped her the empty vial for the glass of water, watching her take a few gulps before she handed it back to him. He then pulled out his wand, transforming her formal attire into the comfiest set of pajamas she owned. Once finished, he pocketed his wand and moved to the other side of the bed to join her.

Narcissa immediately snuggled into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her head in his chest, letting out a content sigh once she was comfortable. Lucius kept her close, one arm securely on her back and the other stroking her hair. He kissed her sweetly on the head, continuing to whisper how safe and loved she was as she drifted off to sleep.

There was a light knock on the door, luckily light enough not to wake Narcissa. Lucius fumbled for his wand, flicking it at the door to open before tossing it on the bed to resume his soothing manners.

“Father, do you...” Draco stopped just inside the door, both surprised and a little concerned seeing his parents like this. He lowered his voice to a whisper, “Is Mother okay?”

“Yeah, she’s okay,” Lucius answered with an assuring smile, “What did you need?”

“Oh, umm, I was just going to ask if you knew where Mother was.” Draco said with an awkward laugh. He walked further into the room, trying to get a better look, “What happened to her?”

Lucius looked from his son, down to his sleeping wife as he continued to run his hands through her hair, “She had a tough day, but she’ll be fine. She just needs some extra rest and comfort for a little while.”

Lucius watched as Draco nodded slightly and moved to sit on Narcissa’s side of the bed. He leaned over, kissing her gently on the head and whispering “I love you, mum” in her ear.

“I love you, too, Father. Good night,” Draco whispered to him as he stood.

“Good night, Draco. I love you,” Lucius whispered back, watching his teen son leave the room.

Deciding to just call for your Nanny Elf to get ahold of your mother you waited only for the Elf to tell you that your mother wasn’t home at the moment. Damn it.

Lucius had been in his study for the past 2 hours when he decided to get up and go for a walk to stretch his legs as he headed towards your room first to see if you wished to join him.

“Y/N dear I was wondering if you’d like to-”, your father spoke as he trailed off his sentence when he found your room to be empty only to hear a faint sound of crying coming from your bathroom. knocking on the bathroom door, you tried your best to stop your crying, to no avail, as Lucius only grew more and more worried.

Lucius: “Y/N… Y/N princess are you alright?”

You: “Ye-Yeah Dad, ‘m okay…”

Lucius: “You don’t sound okay Y/N… is everything alright? Come out of there so we can talk…”

You: “I-I can’t…”

“Why not?”, your father asked as he frantically looked around your bedroom before his eyes landed on a blood stain on your comforter which only confirmed one of two things: either one, you had hurt yourself… or two, you had started your period.

Lucius: “Y/N… did you hurt yourself baby? It’s just that there’s blood on your comforter…”

You: “Not-Not exactly…”

Of course you had already been given the whole discussion about your period, but for it to happen when your mother was away was something you had not been prepared for in the slightest.

Silently calling for the House Elves to change your bedsheets into cleaner ones, before instructing them to bring a box of pads and a box of tampons from your mother’s bathroom, as Lucius had no idea which one you would have preferred in this scenario.

Lucius: “Hey princess… ‘m just gonna open the door only a little bit so you can get these boxes m’kay?”

You only silently opened the door before grabbing ahold of the boxes as the room fell again into an awkward silence - your father wanted to be there for you, he just didn’t know how. It wasn’t that he didn’t know anything - Lucius was very well aware of what was happening to you, as he remembered educating Draco about it when he got older (it’s important for both those who get periods, and those who don’t to be aware of what goes on during this time - a belief that Lucius’s own father didn’t share, but this didn’t stop Lucius from changing into someone he could be proud of: the perfect husband; the perfect father etc.)

You: “Dad… you can go y’know… you don’t have to stay…”

Lucius: “No I know… but I wanna stay… I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

You: “Dad… Mum’s already given me the whole talk… really you can go, it’s already so embarrassing…”

Now this caught your father’s attention. “What’s so embarrassing, lovebug?”, Lucius asked slightly confused as he didn’t understand what was so embarrassing - so you accidentally leaked, it’s no big deal! these sorts of things were natural and to be expected, especially since this was only your first time after all.

“This!”, you cried as you opened the door showing your puffy, red eyes as you slouched slightly feeling rather exhausted. after having your accident, you had discarded the clothes in the hamper, after successfully getting the blood out with cold water and were now wearing a baggy hoodie and sweatpants as you just felt so uncomfortable and irritated at your body for doing its best to keep you healthy.

“I’m not following…”, your father mumbled feeling rather confused by your sudden outburst. "You’re a guy… you’re not meant to know all this stuff-” “Now hold on a minute why can’t I know this stuff - I may be a ‘guy’ as you put it, even though I would prefer gentleman… but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t know these things. They’re perfectly natural and besides the very least I could do is help make you comfortable during it all - honestly Y/N… I’m surprised you think like that”, your father remarked only for you to remain silent as you dwelled on his words.

Looking at the bed, you noticed the bedsheets had been changed. “Uh… Dad did you-” “Don’t worry princess, I got the Elves to do it…”, your father interrupted your train of thought hoping it would lessen the awkwardness in the atmosphere - it didn’t, much to Lucius’s dismay.

Laying on your side, on top of the fresh new bedsheets, you couldn’t help but cry - was it because your dad knew what was going on with you? Was it because of those horrible cramps? Who knew?

As you were busy crying you failed to notice your father re-enter the room - when did he leave in the first place? - with a hot water bottle teddy bear; a box of your favourite chocolates, and a cold bottle of water since Lucius had noticed lately, that you had not been drinking as much water as you should have.

“Thank you”, you murmured, just hoping that your father would leave you alone now, even though that’s not what you wanted at all - what you wanted was for him to tell you everything was going to be okay; that nothing was going to change between you two; that you were still going to be his little girl no matter what - even though you didn’t feel so little anymore…

You: “I’m sorry Dad…”

Lucius: *confused* “Sorry for what?”

“… I don’t know…”, you sobbed, fully weeping as you fell into your father’s arms completely expecting him to push you away, only for you to cry even harder when he didn’t. “I-I don’t know why ‘m crying?!”, you whimpered, feeling exhausted as your body ached. “I don’t like this Dad!”, you confessed not fully knowing yourself whether you were referring to the cramps or to the fact that it felt like someone was stabbing your uterus.

Lucius, however, knew very well to be careful with what he said - years of being at your mother’s side was enough to help prepare him for this day… he hoped as he nervously gulped his fears away, before focusing all his attention onto his little girl who was so clearly upset; so upset that Lucius felt so bad for not being able to do anything about it.

“I know baby, I know… I can only imagine how horrible and sore you must be feeling right now, but hey at least you know that your body’s healthy… isn’t that a good thing? It means all those yucky things trapped inside of you are getting flushed out…”, Lucius softly reassured you with kisses on the forehead as well as several warm Papa Bear hugs, hoping that you would understand that yes this was shit, but it was good for you at the same time… right?

“I know… but hey, at least ‘m not pregnant”, you mumbled completely forgetting about the fact that your father was present as he only scowled at the idea of him having to up the anti on his overprotectiveness from keeping you safe from icky boys.

Lucius: “I want you to know that you can come to me, whenever you want, with whatever you want okay love. Even if it’s as something like this, you can trust me okay baby?”

You: *yawning* “Yes Dad…”

Soon you had fallen asleep still holding onto the teddy bear water bottle tightly, when Lucius had managed to slither out of your grasp before returning to his and Narcissa’s room to find Narcissa in there.

Narcissa: “Lucius… why are these boxes open?”

Glancing to the opened cabinet Lucius began to explain everything that went down with your mother before he started to unexpectedly tear up, causing your mother’s face to show one of concern and worry.

Narcissa: “Oh my! Is she alright? Gosh I feel terrible… my poor baby.”

Lucius: “She’s fine now, she had a little bit of a fright, but she’s doing okay now - she should still be asleep.”

Noticing your father sigh, your mother realised that Lucius was feeling nervous over the fact that if you weren’t comfortable talking to him about your periods, that it meant that you would start talking to him less. after all, growing up your father was the first person you would go to tell everything, sometimes even before your mother - except on those days where you were being a mama’s girl over a daddy’s girl.

Lucius: “I-I just don’t want her to shut me out…”

Narcissa: “And she won’t.”

Lucius: “I don’t know… it already feels like I’m already losing my little girl…”

Narcissa: “What makes you think that-”

Lucius: “She was talking about how I’m not meant to know these things… which doesn’t make any sense to me… I mean we’ve never made her think like that before, have we?”

Narcissa: *sighs* “You’re a good father Lucius… don’t beat yourself up over this. Y/N’s just going through an awkward stage… trust me, she’ll still be a daddy’s girl. After all, with the amount of effort you put into having a relationship with her, I doubt that it’s going to go away…”