WARNING: here there be slashy undertones and the like, if that is not your cup of tea, please keep out. ALSO, this fic contains OOC'ness. Consider yourselves warned.
A/N: this is a short James/Lucius ficlet piece set in a AU!hp verse. In this verse Voldemort won the war, and all wizards with mixed blood from other beings were stripped of their rights and riches, then sold as slaves. Lucius is one such person- the reason for James having him in his "care" despite being against slavery is simply pity.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Harry Potter, nor do I claim to do so. All I have is joint custody of this AU baby.
We Disintigrate
"Are sins ever forgiven?"
He keeps his head carefully bowed; avoiding his eyes and focusing on the floor like it holds some sort of intricate secret, vital to his further survival.
Of course, it does not.
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James sighs, and almost frowns down at the other man slumped over on the floor. –'Petulant'- a small voice in his head offers, and he sighs again, more self depreciating. 'No, it was my fault this time. I shouldn't have...Snapped like that...' He bites his lip and kneels next to the other, unable to meet his eyes through the thick curtain of blond hair obstructing his pale face.
"Lucius."
The man stiffens, and James watches silently as his fists clench against the poor fabric of his pants, further tearing a small rift on the middle of his right thigh. Tentatively, he reaches out and places a warm palm on his shoulder, taking a few seconds to lament over how skinny it has become. "Lucius."
Finally, the man moves his head to look up at him, seeming small and hollow to James' eyes.
Still, the other man will not meet his eyes, choosing to let his eyes wander around at anything and everything else.
"Lucius, I'm sorry, I didn't...I did not mean to hit you. Won't...won't you at least look at me? Please."
After a few awkwardly silent minutes, James gives up, and almost growls as he bends over to take a hold of Lucius' jaw, trying to make him look at him. A jerky movement that renders them rather close- and suddenly Lucius' eyes are wide and shocked, his breath coming out in quick hot puffs of air that fans against James' face, makes him pause and lick his lips, feeling painfully aware of just how close they really are, the proximity feeling both intoxicating and–
For a moment they remain frozen that way, silently staring at each other, eyes wide, and Lucius almost gasping.
James trails his eyes to the others chest, he lays his hand there, feeling the heartbeat beneath his fingers fluttering madly like a frenzied bird, desperately trying to break free-
And there is a crash and the moment is suddenly over, passed like the breath in James' lungs, and Lucius draws back and away, curling in on himself like a small child, and James is instantly up and moving towards the cause of the disturbance.
He does not look back at the other man as he leaves, and the hunched figure on the floor merely shakes, shivers– no more than a shell of its former glory. James does not look back.
He doesn't have the heart.
May the Gods forgive me.
A/N: well, that was that. Hopefully, it did not suck to badly, Y/N?
Constructive critisism is more than welcome, although I think it would be rather difficult considering the nature of the..AU..
I'm aware of Lucius being so 'ooc' but this is an AU, and he is .. well. Beaten into this personality. Humiliation changes a person. Especially one such as Lucius.
