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2025-01-11
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2025-01-11
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The Ladies with Violet Tiaras

Summary:

In a time period where gay men are seen as sick people, being a lesbian isn't an option.
In a house where women's only purpose is to bear children, being a lesbian isn't an option.
In a world threatened by war, being a lesbian isn't an option.

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I know this ship is kind of random but since the first time I've listened to Casual by Chappell Roan I knew I simply HAD to write about it (this fic was supposed to be called Casual btw).

MULTIPLE DISCLAIMERS: English is not my first language, I apologize for the grammatical mistakes I will surely make, please correct me if needed.
I do not support JK Rowling. She's a transphobic bitch.
I'm a lesbian who's not out to my catholic family with depression, PTSD, and mommy issues so the AO3 curse will surely get me sooner or later, so do not expect this fic to be done by the end of the year!

Notes:

This chapter is extra short, it is a sort of preface, don't worry the next ones to come are much more longer!
Enjoy <3.

Chapter 1: Sweet scabious

Chapter Text

'The love of a violet might be the strongest one. Throughout each political crisis, the hetero normativity becomes more and more present, unallowing any other kind of love to simply exist. But when despite the social context of a nation, no matter its nature, two outsiders are giving themselves a chance to love, their story can only be most dazzling ones. Because both of them knows, deep down that their story will without a doubt never last forever, that society will tore them apart, that their duties to marriage will be soon calling them back, waking them up from this sweat dream to the harsh reality. Yet those lovers aren't stoping themselves from enjoying eachothers bodies. They know it can't and won't work for long but their feeling are so deep, so intense, they accept the fatality of their relationship and simply choose to live every single second of it with joy and blessedness. This type of love is unmatchable... Just like the pain following their unavoidable heartbreak.'

When Lucius entered the bedroom, Narcissa instently closed her book. It wasn't in her nature to hide things from him, at least that's what she managed to make him believe, but in this scenario she couldn't act any other way, considering this was not only a muggle book but in addition about a subject... more than controversial. Atleast in the Malfoy and Black families. She calmly got up from the bed, reajusting her black night gown, wanting to escape the room. Has she passed by her husband, he roughtly grabbed her right harm. 'May I ask what were you reading about ?', she slightly pushed him away without exanging any eyes contact. 'You may not.', her answer was as cold as ice, as she walked to the door, not bothering with closing it behind her.

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"You can not love her", They whisper.
"For it is a sin."

I only smile at their words knowing that
they have not knelt at her altar
nor tasted the divinity staining her lips.
They have not heard her giggles
murmured between every kiss.

"So be it then," I say.
"I will walk into hell gladly
knowing I've held heaven in my hands."

Lyra Wren