Lucius/Percy Chan
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icarusLittle Boy Blue
by Icarus
Percy's eyes hurt and his throat was hoarse from sobbing. Hot, sticky tears ran down his cheeks as he dodged left and right around tall robed legs that ignored him in Diagon Alley. He peered about for his mum. His brothers. Anyone.
They had left him.
Maybe he should have stayed at the ice cream place; but he had waited and waited, watched people order ice cream, eat it and leave, the bell jingling, jingling, all afternoon.
First Percy was surprised when he stepped out of the bathroom and found them all gone. Then he crossed his arms in annoyance when they took a long time to come back. Finally he panicked - maybe they weren't coming! - and went to look for them.
Now nobody even noticed him, and he didn't recognise any of the shops. He couldn't stop the raking, choking sound that made his stomach shake.
He felt the heat of the tall presence pause behind him. A voice said:
"Stop that at once."
Percy turned and stared slowly up a tower of black robes, up to a pale blond face; he shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a smudged fist. And sobbed louder in a stuttering breath, though he bit his lip and tried to smother it. The stranger glared down at him.
"Enough. What is your name?"
Percy hiccuped, but couldn't get enough air to force the words out.
The glare narrowed. "Name, boy, name. Do you make intelligible sounds, or is this all that you know?"
Irritation flashed through Percy. Everyone told him he was smart. He took a shaky breath, and managed, "I'm P- Percy."
"Hmm," the stranger nearly growled. "Good. Now that you can speak, you can also stop that noise." Then he turned to leave. Percy saw that they were in front of a little restaurant, and in front of it there was a table with a tablecloth and all sorts of writing things were spread on it. The man moved towards that table.
"I'm lost," Percy pleaded and clutched at the retreating robe. It was soft. The man gave him a look that made Percy drop it immediately, but he kept talking.
"My m-mum, she left, we were having ice cream and they're… g-gone…" Percy's sobbing renewed at full wail at the reminder of his hopeless plight. "I c-can't," he snuffled, "find them!"
"Did you look where you left them?" the man said with some asperity. It really annoyed Percy this time.
"I'm lost!" he said, face burning with embarrassment and irritation at the stupid man. How can you find something when you've lost it? If you lost it, that means you don't know where it is!
The man looked about. There were several bystanders eyeing the scene now.
He heaved a sigh and made a motion with his wand that packed up his writing supplies. Then he seized Percy by the upper arm. "Let me guess. You wandered off from where you were supposed to be."
"We had ice cream and they didn't come back," Percy said defensively, blinking up at him. Then he decided to explain. "I went to the bathroom and -"
"And you didn't stay there and wait? Oh, you foolish child. You have only yourself to blame." He began walking, dragging Percy slightly behind him. "Fortescue's is not ten blocks from here." He paused briefly, and glanced down at Percy, as if he vaguely hoped that would be direction enough. Then resolutely kept walking. The crowd parted in front of him. Percy kept up with his long strides with a slight skip every few steps. "I can only hope my own son displays more sense once he's your age."
Percy looked up at the tall blond man with a mixture of fear and hope. As they crossed the street at a brisk pace, the man finally released his arm. Percy rubbed where it had started to hurt, and skipped two steps to catch up.
The cobblestones of Diagon Alley were slippery and wet with rain, and shone burnished gold from the last rays of the sun. Percy had been lost all afternoon. The man guided him with occasional touches to his upper back. Left. Right. There was no sea of legs now. Everyone got out of their way, quickly.
Percy felt so warm and protected by the man's presence, his cool confidence, that as they stepped into Fortescue's - the man's hand on his shoulder pressed him forward - it was a surprise to not find his family there, waiting. The ice cream shop was bright white, and quite empty.
The sniffles threatened again. What if they never came back for him? Had they forgotten him completely? A glare down at Percy silenced those thoughts, as if his rescuer had heard them.
Mr Fortescue leapt up with alacrity from his chair behind the counter.
"Mr Malfoy," he bobbed. Percy had sort of guessed that the man beside him was someone important, the way everyone got out of their way. This proved it. "Is there anything I can get you today?"
Mr Malfoy looked enquiringly at Percy. But Percy had had enough ice cream, enough for the rest of his life in fact. He shook his head. Mr Malfoy's hand rested on his shoulder.
"One hot chocolate then." Mr Malfoy ran his hands through Percy's hair, and toyed with the ends. "And would you happen to know to whom this child belongs?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. He's one of the Weasley boys, sir. Middle child, or one of them anyway. Peter, I believe." Percy winced. It annoyed him when people got his name wrong, but Mr Fortescue just talked over his head. "He's been waiting here all afternoon, or most of it."
"Has he now." Malfoy's glance down at Percy was slightly more approving. Percy's chin lifted. Of course he had waited.
"Yes, sir," Mr Fortescue chortled. He swallowed his laugh when it wasn't returned. Mr Malfoy was too important to laugh with shopkeepers who couldn't even remember someone's name. Percy stood a little closer. The soft robe warmly brushing against his side, and Mr Malfoy gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.
"Nothing to worry about, sir. Molly Weasley's always losing one or another of them. She'll turn up eventually -- in a panic." He poured the hot chocolate and it steamed under the flick of his wand. He looked up warily at Mr Malfoy. "I, er, simply assumed she'd found him when he disappeared." His voice was slightly defensive.
Mr Fortescue was in trouble now, Percy thought haughtily. It was a good thing he didn't forget Mr Malfoy's name.
"Regretfully, it seems he has reappeared; underfoot." Mr Malfoy tapped his lip with a forefinger, gazing down at Percy thoughtfully. His hand slid from Percy's shoulder as he picked up his chocolate with a sigh. "Well then. I shall wait."
Mr Fortescue stared at Mr Malfoy with an odd, unreadable expression, as if he wasn't used to seeing him rescue little lost boys. But Mr Malfoy ignored the stare and guided Percy with a hand on the small of his back to a table, and then folded gracefully into a chair. He set the cup of chocolate down in front of Percy.
Oh. It was for him.
Percy squirmed as he sipped obediently, although he wasn't at all thirsty. But he tried to be on his best behaviour as he was watched by those steady, appraising grey eyes. There was a slight smile on his face. Percy forced himself to stop kicking the rung of the chair.
Percy was willing to bet Mr Malfoy never lost his son. He didn't look like he lost anything, ever.
Percy shifted in his chair, and fervently hoped that his mum would be so embarrassed that someone important had found him that she would never forget him again. He felt faintly guilty at his wish that he would glare at her, too, when she finally showed up.
'M-Mr Malfoy,' she'd stammer, 'I never dreamed that someone as important as you would find Percy. I shan't ever leave him behind again.'
'See to it that you don't,' Mr Malfoy would answer, with a private smile at Percy. Percy would smile back. 'Or I shall take him away with me to my castle.'
"Do you need to pee?"
The question startled Percy out of his pleasant reverie. It was such an incongruous word to hear in that soft, elegant voice.
No. No, he didn't.
Or at least he hadn't until Mr Malfoy had mentioned it. But suddenly he did, very badly, as if the question itself were magic.
Mr Malfoy gently took his hand; his glove was off, but his skin was very smooth.
In the bathroom he knelt down and delicately pulled down Percy's zipper for him; then slipped his hand into his pants and pulled Percy out. His warm breath gusted in Percy's ear. Percy blinked once in surprise. He was plenty old enough to do this himself actually, but he concentrated on peeing and not getting any on Mr Malfoy by mistake.
Mr Malfoy tucked it back in for him with a little pat.
Probably his son was pretty little, Percy decided, gazing up at him.
Mr Malfoy gently touched his cheek with a slow tender caress, looking at him intently as if he were the most important person in the world. Mr Malfoy slid his arm around Percy's shoulder, and turned Percy to face him, grey eyes intent.
He smiled and Percy's heart thumped. He likes me. Me. Just me. Percy fairly glowed and that smile deepened. He took me home when I was crying, and he likes me.
His other hand crinkled something in his pocket and Mr Malfoy pulled out a metal bracelet with all sorts of designs on it. He placed it in Percy's sticky hands. It felt warm from the heat of Mr Malfoy's body, but Percy sort of shivered. A hot kind of shiver though, like being nervous.
His voice was very soft when he said in Percy's ear, "If you are ever lost again, come find me." If he had added, 'and I shall take you away to my castle,' Percy would not have been surprised. "My name is Lucius Malfoy."
"Say it now, so that you won't forget."
"I'll remember it," Percy said confidently.
But Lucius Malfoy gave him a Look, so Percy added, "Lucius Malfoy."
The band shimmered softly at the name. The glimmer traced along the designs. Wow.
As Percy scuffed out of the bathroom with Mr Malfoy's hand warm and tingly on his back, he turned the bracelet over and over in his hands. It was definitely magic. He glanced up at Mr Malfoy - Lucius Malfoy - and beamed, and didn't care how long his family took to find him. If he were lucky, maybe they would be so late he could go home with him instead.
End part one.
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Date: 2003-11-28 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-30 02:44 am (UTC)Er. That happens sometimes.
Icarus
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Date: 2003-11-28 08:27 pm (UTC)I can't wait to see the next part!
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Date: 2003-11-29 02:31 am (UTC):: scuttles off to watch it again, right after she's fb-ed icarus properly *g* ::
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Date: 2003-11-29 08:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-29 08:51 am (UTC)or all of the bouncing *g*
:: goes off to watch it yet again ::
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Date: 2003-11-29 09:02 am (UTC)Mmmm, the bouncing!
I've got to figure out how to take stills from it
I pause it, then hit print screen to get a screenshot, then paste it into Photoshop (or whatever image editing tool you use), and go from there.
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Date: 2003-11-29 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-28 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-12-08 03:38 pm (UTC)Insidiously done, with only the barest information.
The way Percy reacts is so realistic that it's scary: Happy to be saved, impressed at his saviour, not impressed at his forgetful mother, wishful thinking of castles and important new friend.
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Date: 2003-11-28 09:49 pm (UTC)^_^
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Date: 2003-11-28 10:03 pm (UTC)anywho, whoa...yeah, the energy...that bathroom part was, weird, but it fit...
haha, percy wants to go home with lucius...their relationship was inevitable...little percy is really cute...
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Date: 2003-11-28 10:14 pm (UTC)Yaoi and Chan.
Date: 2003-11-28 11:00 pm (UTC)It's a crossover term from the Yaoi world - that's the Japanese version of slash, though it's slightly different from our slash. For one thing, the bottom there is a very defined role. It's always the femme it seems. And they seem to believe that anal sex has to hurt - generally the bottom has tears as they're being fucked. Alright, not always, but it's really common.
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Re: Yaoi and Chan.
Date: 2003-11-29 08:59 am (UTC)So the person in the role of the woman cries so that she (or he, if it's m/m anal) will appear younger. This is also where that whole schoolgirl uniform thing comes from, too. They even have a name for adult women who wear schoolgirl uniforms and do their hair up like kids and cry as if they hate sex, but I don't recall it.
A year or so back I was reading my friendfriends list and came across a post by an American man who had lived in Japan for a year. He had sex a couple times there, and reported that whole "woman pretends to be young and cries during sex and acts like she hates it" thing. He said it was (understandably!) a real turn-off for him, but that it was the common thing that women did there.
Re: Yaoi and Chan.
Date: 2003-12-08 03:34 pm (UTC)I mean, different cultures and so on, fine.
But if it's common for women to act as if they don't like it, it means men are used to having sex with women who are crying. Will they even notice if it's not an act any longer?
As for 6/7/8 year olds... double urgh.
Re: Yaoi and Chan.
Date: 2003-12-08 03:50 pm (UTC)Re: Yaoi and Chan.
Date: 2003-12-09 01:40 am (UTC)But the thought that it is a normal thing for a man to have (and enjoy!) sex with someone who shows signs of pain and distress creeps me out. How does a man used to that react to a woman who says "Oh, that's great, go on" ?
I sometimes think that the rapid change from a very traditional culture to a strongly westernized one caused... well, I suspect that the change was a lot quicker than humans normally change their habbits or ideas. What was a sign of defference or respect or good manners in a traditional society looks like being repressed in a modern one.
After all, it's not as if the idea that a decent woman doesn't enjoy sex is that long past in Europe or the U.S.
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Date: 2003-11-29 09:23 pm (UTC)Chan.
Date: 2003-11-28 10:18 pm (UTC)Heh.
Chan is new to me, too. It's a Japanese term that means little. Like if you were to make the name Harvey mean 'little Harvey' you'd write Harvey-chan. Somewhat like like adding the 'y' to 'Bill' to make Billy, except the particle Chan actually means 'little.
There's an entire category of Harry Potter fics that are all Chan. It's disgusting, it's terrible... it's well, they're just fictional, right? It's really hot.
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Re: Chan.
Date: 2003-11-29 12:19 am (UTC)*loves you*
Beautiful description of at least half my favorite kinks.
Re: Chan.
Date: 2003-11-30 08:28 am (UTC)And then there's my own chan fic, 'A Man of Habit (http://www.livejournal.com/community/pornish_pixies/19950.html)', but it isn't nearly as good--I'm just pimping it, because that's what pathetic writers do.
Re: Chan.
Date: 2003-11-30 11:38 am (UTC)Icarus
Re: Chan.
Date: 2004-01-29 04:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-28 10:42 pm (UTC)As always, your writing is superb. You add enough detail to enrich the story without turning it into blue prose, and you have a great feel for dialog.
I'm totally groovin' on this story.
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Date: 2003-11-30 02:45 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2003-11-30 02:53 am (UTC)Oh, I've got some suggestions. *flashes a filthy smile*
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Date: 2003-11-30 03:16 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2003-11-28 10:57 pm (UTC)*sighs*
This is slow lovely, so well written and so, so very scary, Icarus. Wowzers.
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Date: 2003-11-29 02:32 am (UTC)(and I particularly like the thought of molly every now and then losing track of/forgetting one of her children (which at first you think - bad mother! then remember the twins! then think of Percy! and don't know what to think)
good one, definitely looking forward to more *g*
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Date: 2004-01-27 07:17 pm (UTC)have rec'd this little jewel over on my lj in today's 5xLucius
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Date: 2004-01-27 08:07 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2003-11-29 03:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-29 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-29 02:57 pm (UTC)More, more! Must have more!
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Date: 2003-11-29 10:13 pm (UTC)Another story to add to the "Can't Wait for the Next Chapter" WIP list
This would've been a great story on it's own, but the bracelet makes it the ground work for a story with all sorts of possibilities.
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Date: 2003-11-30 03:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-11-30 07:03 pm (UTC)But it is.
Icarus
I love you. Please marry me.
Date: 2003-11-30 08:19 am (UTC)*moans* Lovely. Lovely. There were these gorgeous deft touches that shot sparks of delight through me... Percy's pompous Mr Fortescue was in trouble now was just SO in-character, and I could just SEE the older Percy there--right there, and oh. And Lucius, of course, how brilliantly rendered he was through Percy's innocent and entirely misunderstanding gaze--and that quiet, almost-permissible fondling had me squirming and whimpering like NOTHING else. And 'as if the question itself were magic'--OH! Just the sort of thing that delights me--Lucius being so very silently devious, just giving a slight nudge to this unsuspecting child's mind. And that 'look' when Percy tried to touch his robe in the beginning, and when he wouldn't say Lucius' name. All of it--the composure, the corruption, the predatory beauty, the demand for obedience--all of it, all of it, so very Malfoy.
Please continue this. I want to have your babies. I do. Or Malfoy's. And I really, really want to see young Percy get ravished--oh God, I want it so badly--and I want to see Lucius 'carry him away' to his castle. To tenderly claim this little morsel.
Oh, how lovely! Chan through a child's eyes, and convincingly done--a true rarity.
Re: I love you. Please marry me.
Date: 2003-11-30 09:27 am (UTC)I'll trade you more chan, for another chapter of 'If Thine Enemy.' Please? Pretty please? That's where I learned the delicious possibilities of Lucius Malfoy.
Oh. And, uh, Percy is nine (almost ten he'd say) in this story. He's a little tall for his age and looks twelve to the casual observer.
*evil grin*
Icarus
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Date: 2003-11-30 10:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-27 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-27 11:32 pm (UTC)Icarus
Wow
Date: 2004-04-27 01:32 pm (UTC)Re: Wow
Date: 2004-04-27 02:07 pm (UTC)Icarus
Re: Wow
Date: 2004-04-27 02:11 pm (UTC)Re: Wow
Date: 2004-04-27 02:18 pm (UTC)Icarus
Re: Wow
Date: 2004-04-27 02:20 pm (UTC)