the ideal wife

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Joss Whedon is a 'hypocrite preaching feminist ideals,' says ex-wife Kai Cole
"He used his relationship with me as a shield ... so no one would question his relationships with other women or scrutinize his writing as anything other than feminist," she writes.

I’ve been asked some questions by the press recently about my divorce from Joss Whedon, to whom I was married for 16 years. There is misinformation out there and I feel the best way to clear up the situation is to tell my truth. Let me begin by saying I am a very private person and the act of writing this is antithetical to who I am and everything I stand for. Yet, at the same time, I feel compelled to go on the record and clear up some misperceptions. I don’t think it is fair to me or other women to remain silent any longer.

There were times in our relationship that I was uncomfortable with the attention Joss paid other women. He always had a lot of female friends, but he told me it was because his mother raised him as a feminist, so he just liked women better. He said he admired and respected females, he didn’t lust after them. I believed him and trusted him. On the set of “Buffy,” Joss decided to have his first secret affair.

Fifteen years later, when he was done with our marriage and finally ready to tell the truth, he wrote me, “When I was running ‘Buffy,’ I was surrounded by beautiful, needy, aggressive young women. It felt like I had a disease, like something from a Greek myth. Suddenly I am a powerful producer and the world is laid out at my feet and I can’t touch it.” But he did touch it. He said he understood, “I would have to lie — or conceal some part of the truth — for the rest of my life,” but he did it anyway, hoping that first affair, “would be ENOUGH, that THEN we could move on and outlast it.”

Joss admitted that for the next decade and a half, he hid multiple affairs and a number of inappropriate emotional ones that he had with his actresses, co-workers, fans and friends, while he stayed married to me.

Wow this is bleak.

Nessus  - Uncontrollable abuse of action

Juno - Ideal Wife, Commitment
Pallas - Pineal Gland Awareness, Telepathy (Athena Goddess of Wisdom)
Ceres - Nurturing ability
Vesta - Dedication, Sacred sex
Chiron - Occult teaching, wounds to be healed
Karma - Karmic Debts from past lifeline (3811) *Fate, outcome, results
Destinn - Destiny, fate (6583)
Aphrodite - Beauty, attraction (1388)
Valentine - Loving relationship, sacrificial love (447)
Amor - Generic love, unconditional love (mostly platonic) (1221)
Anteros - Love answered/mutual love or love revenged (1943)
Medea - Extreme love, love/hate relationships (212)
Ophelia - Rejection of Lover (171)
Boda - Wedding (1487)
Lust - sexual Attraction (4386)
Kama - sexual Attraction (1387)
Eros - Passionate love of Divine Masculine (433)
Psyche - Divine Feminine aspect Giving herself fully to Eros (16)

Orisha Rulers of the Zodiac

An Orisha is a spirit that reflects one of the manifestations of God. Being four hundred and one of them in total, each playing a role within the Yoruba pantheon, twelve of them can be equated to the twelve signs of the Zodiac along with their respective houses. The following is a brief summary of each Zodiac House along with the Orisha that is associated with it.


The first house of the Zodiac is the home of the Ascendant, and symbolises the acting self and how your personality appears to others. The ruling planet of this house is Mars, which is also the Roman God of war, making Ogun the warrior god the Orisha equivalent. Like Aries, Ogun possesses assertive and aggressive characteristics, and is the patron deity of soldiers, police officers, surgeons, railroad workers, welders, body builders, or anyone employed to work with iron and steel. Like the blacksmith who molds his creations to perfection, the first house deals with molding the inner and outward Self and realizing your highest potential.

Taurus is the ruling sign of the second house, which is said to be the house of possessions. This should not only be understood as material possessions but also as traits and characteristics that we value about ourselves. The ruling planet Venus is also the Roman goddess of love, whose Orisha equivalent is Oshun. Oshun is the goddess of fresh water (as opposed to the salty, ocean waters of the goddess Yemoja), sensuality, prosperity, love, and fertility. Oshun is presented as a beautiful young woman who is widely loved for providing protection and needs for the poor and healing the sick.

The third house is ruled by the cosmic twins Ibeji, the Orisha equivalent of Gemini. This house deals with communication and the way you think and operate mentally. An emphasis is put on siblings within this house which is properly represented by the twins, along with short journeys and writings. Ibeji also represents duality and balance; the yin and the yang found within all life. Though presented as twins, Ibeji is actually one Orisha. To the Yoruba people, twins are considered sacred and are said to be one soul inhabiting two bodies, linked together by destiny for life.

The fourth house of the Zodiac is ruled by Cancer and deals with issues surrounding the home life. Cancer is known for being maternal, protective, nurturing, and instinctive, qualities shared by the Orisha Yemoja, the goddess of the ocean and mother of all the Orisha. She is the patron spirit of women, especially pregnant women, whose name is a contraction of the Yoruba words “Yeye omo eja” which means “Mother whose children are like fish”, representing the vastness of her motherhood. Her ebb and flow of the tides of the ocean are a result of the moon which is the ruling “planet” of the fourth house.

The fifth house of the Zodiac is the house of creativity and pleasure, ruled by the sign Leo. This house deals with gaining pleasure through acts of creation, artistically and even procreation i.e. the creation of offspring. The Sun, the ruling “planet” of the fifth house, is a symbol of creative energy, illumination, and knowledge, all of which the Orisha of wisdom, knowledge, and divination Orunmila reflects. It is Orunmila’s duty to record the destiny of individuals at the moment the breath of life is given to them by Yoruba creator Olodumare, who creates because it brings Them pleasure to do so.


The Orisha Eshu is the ruler of the sixth house, the equivalent to the sign Virgo. Health, work, and service are central to the sixth house, which is ruled by the planet Mercury, the messenger of the gods within the Roman pantheon. Eshu is the Orisha that stands at the crossroads between the physical world and the spirit world, whose duty is to be the intermediary between man and the Orisha. Therefore, when one wishes to call upon the Orisha, he or she first gets permission from Eshu. This is symbolic of clearing and preparing the mind to receive whatever message the Orisha have for you.

Oba is the Orisha of marriage and personal transformation, making her fit to be the ruler of the seventh house, the house of partnership. Oba was the first wife of Shango who tended to his castle and everything that he requested, making her the ideal wife before being tricked by her sister Oya into trying to ensnare Shango with witchcraft. After this betrayal she fled to the cemetery in which she went through a transformational journey into her true power. This house is about expediating our life’s purpose through partnerships, whether that partnership be marriage, business relations, contracts, and/or treaties. Through these partnerships we learn a great deal about ourselves, transforming and enhancing our lives, making them fuller and bringing us balance on the scales of Libra.

Oya, the goddess of winds and storms, is the equivalent to Scorpio and is the ruler of the eighth house which is the house of transformation, regeneration, death, sex, and rebirth. She is the powerful force in nature that can change the face of the Earth, embodying the tornadoes and twisters that uproot trees and houses with her destructive winds. This powerful Orisha is also responsible for carrying the spirits of the newly departed to the spirit world.

The ninth house is the house of philosophy and is ruled by the philosopher Sagittarius and the planet Jupiter, the king of the gods within the Roman pantheon. Obatala, the father of all the Orisha, would therefore be the Orisha ruler of this house. Obatala is said to be the Orisha of purity and was sent by the Supreme Being Olodumare at the beginning of time to form the Earth along with construct the bodies of humans. Obatala completed his construction of the bodies he created by adding heads to them, therefore becoming known as the owner of heads. The head is symbolic of intelligence, higher education, and deeper understanding, all which the ninth house represents.

The tenth house is the house of public life and social status, being ruled by Capricorn and the planet Saturn. The aspects within this house deal with how you manifest your individual role within society and your work place, along with the energies and challenges you’ll face meeting your career goals. The Yoruba associate the planet Saturn with Babalú-Ayé, the Orisha of disease and healing. Also known as the “Wrath of the supreme god”, Babalú-Ayé’s job is to punish individuals for their transgressions, but also to heal epidemics like small pox.


The house of friends and membership, the eleventh house of the Zodiac is ruled by the planet Uranus and the sign Aquarius. Aquarius is associated with rapid social change, upheaval, and rebellion, traits that all reflect Shango, the warrior Orisha of thunder, lightning, and fire. Once a living king on Earth, Shango is known for working miracles after his death, elevating him to the status of Orisha. Shango is also the brother of Babalú-Ayé, the Orisha ruler of the tenth house. The work in society represented within the tenth house is expressed through the individual in the activities associated with the eleventh house, the planets and energies indicating how group associations and friendships will operate in your life.


The twelfth house of the Zodiac is ruled by Pisces whose Orisha equivalent is Olokun, the god of the ocean floor. This house is associated with self undoing and confinement, which is reflected in Olokun being chained to the ocean floor by seven chains. As this house deals with the unconscious and things beyond the physical plane, Olokun’s aspects are expressed within the astral, the subconscious, and altered states of consciousness that is experienced during meditation, initiation, and spirit possession. Deep and mysterious is this house of the Zodiac, just like the bottom of the ocean; an old Yoruba proverb says that nobody knows what lies on the ocean floor. Olokun is said to be the owner of the Mysteries, and sparks within our being the genius that activates our super subconscious.

Peace, Love, & Balance
ideal

“An ideal wife is any woman who has an ideal husband”

Hampir dua minggu lalu, ratusan ribu pasang mata menjadi bagian dari viralnya kabar pernikahan Raisa & Hamish Daud. Terbukti, Raisa sudah tak lagi terjebak di ruang nostalgia dan resmi menemukan pemeran utama hatinya. Bahkan beberapa minggu sebelumnya, banyak warganet yang merayakan pekan patah hati nasional saat mengetahui Raisa & Hamish telah melalui tahapan-tahapan menuju pernikahan lewat prosesi lamaran ataupun siraman.

Sebetulnya, apa yang menyebabkan kabar tentang hubungan asmara para figur publik terasa menyita perhatian untuk diperbincangkan hingga menjadi viral di dunia maya? Apakah karena fitrah kita sebagai manusia yang senang mengandaikan hal-hal seindah itu terjadi pada diri sendiri? Atau mungkin karena mereka merupakan sosok-sosok yang terbilang rupawan dan diidolakan oleh banyak orang?

Tapi kalau penyebab yang terakhir disebut hanya mendorong Raisa-Hamish kemarin untuk menjalin hubungan sebatas pacaran, tentu warganet tidak perlu bersungguh-sungguh merayakan pekan patah hati nasional karena siapapun tahu bahwa hubungan serupa pacaran bisa dibilang amatlah temporer. Nyatanya, saat para idola resmi melepas masa lajangnya, fantasi orang-orang awam tentang pernikahan ideal seolah menjelma jadi kenyataan. Mempelai prianya tampan, mempelai wanitanya cantik dan pernikahannya pasti terlihat bak pernikahan di negeri dongeng. 

Kabar pernikahan para figur publik menyiratkan pesan bahwa semanis-manisnya gambaran yang dibangun oleh hubungan asmara manapun takkan bisa menyamai pencapaian #relationshipgoals lewat pernikahan. Dapat dipahami kemudian kenapa banyak warganet merasa perlu menyemarakkan tanda pagar #terpoteque kemarin karena siapapun tahu bahwa pernikahan merupakan puncak tertinggi dari keromantisan dua insan sekaligus menjadi kerangka hubungan terbaik untuk melanggengkan keberkahan. 

Viralnya tanda pagar itu membuat saya dibercandai oleh istri dengan pertanyaan, “Kamu patah hati enggak Raisa nikah?”. Saya cuma tertawa sambil menggelengkan kepala. Bukan karena yang bertanya adalah istri, tapi karena memang kabar hubungan semanis apapun di linimasa akan terasa biasa saja saat kita sudah berumahtangga. Terlebih lagi saat mereka yang sudah menikah tahu bahwa cerita cinta yang terasa ideal bukan sebatas datang dari kecocokan rupa atau hebohnya pemberitaan media, melainkan berasal dari pertumbuhan yang dilalui bersama-sama. 

Maka tentu kabar bahagia dari Raisa-Hamish ataupun Bella-Emran tidak akan sedikitpun menyita perasaan apalagi pikiran laki-laki atau perempuan yang telah menikah karena nyatanya mereka pun tengah sibuk menikmati cerita cinta paling ideal. Disebut ideal karena mereka yang sudah melepas masa lajang senantiasa terdidik oleh proses untuk bersyukur dan berpikir bahwa laki-laki atau perempuan yang sudah dipilihkan-Nya sebagai pasangan hidup merupakan sosok terbaik bagi mereka.

Seorang bijak pernah berujar, “Many people spend more time in planning the wedding than they do in planning the marriage". Pernikahan para idola menjadi pengingat bagi para lajang untuk tidak terlena dengan kemegahan resepsi pernikahan yang beredar viral. Jauh lebih bijak saat para lajang sibuk dalam mematangkan diri ketimbang sibuk mematangkan resepsi idaman semata. Toh resepsi hanya berlangsung selama 3 jam sementara rumah tangga berlangsung seumur hidup. 

Di sisi lain, pernikahan para idola juga mengingatkan para lajang untuk lebih realistis dan tidak menaruh harapan terlalu tinggi ketika membayangkan sosok calon pendamping hidup. Toh harapan itu takkan serta merta menggiring para lajang pada umumnya untuk dipertemukan dengan jodoh serupa Raisa, Bella, Hamish atau Emran. Percayalah, cerita cinta seumur hidup yang dijalani sendiri akan terasa jauh lebih ideal dibandingkan hubungan asmara idaman yang dinobatkan sebagai #relationshipgoals di linimasa media sosial terkini sekalipun. 

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“What’s your ideal husband?”

“I like a man that’s a mystery, someone that doesn’t talk very much, those are the ones that are the most affectionate. I prefer to just cuddle than talk, I like a man that knows what he is doing, he is not afraid to take risks and get touchy feely. I think it’s because i’m not good with words so touching is my way of showing affection.”

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“What’s your ideal wife?”

“I like a girl that’s more of an acting than talking. Someone that delicately sexy, I like a strong gaze in a woman. Someone tha'ts silently having my back and even though she will talk shit in front of me, she will cut someone that talks bad behind my back. A dynamic duo”

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Getting to be with Hyuk was something that you felt blessed about experiencing. He was pretty much the man of your dreams, the chemistry you had was over flowing and everyone that watched the show could see it. From silly missions, to random actions of affection, like playing with your curly hair, to teasing the other but then hugging them cause you felt bad. It was a relationship you wish you had without having to sign a contract and cameras following you.

You were a bit sad that it was the last episode of We Got Maried, it meant that you and Hyuk would have to go your seperate ways. You would go back to your job as an actress and he would go back to singing like an angel.

“Keep them close”

“If this is a sick joke, I will beat you until you bleed”

You threatened him as he carefully covered your eyes, so he won’t ruin your eye make up. He guided you somewhere and then stopped you. You could feel the curiousity bubbling up, you were tempted to rip his hand of from your eyes to see what he was hiding, but you knew it was something he had probably worked hard for and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. So you just bit your lips and patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise.

“1,2….3”

a beautiful set of a couch and a big tv was set right in the garden, you could already recognize your favorite snacks and the fluffy blankets that were perfectly folded on the side of the couch. One of the most brightest smiles reached your lips, you even showed your teeth, you rarely did that because of your insecurity of your crooked front teeth.

“Aww Hyuk, this is beautiful”

“Come on, I picked the best movie”

He took your hand and sat next to you on the very comfortable couch. He passed you the pink blanket, knowing that it was one of your favorite colours and he kept the creme coloured on for him. You took of your shoes and put your legs up to get cozy.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes”

He pressed play and his song “bonnie & clyde” reached your ears, catching you off guard. You turned to look at him confused but he didn’t even turn his head towards you, so you forgot the idea about him giving you an explanation. They were clips of the show, mixed with clips form him m/v, that caught your interested but made you even more confused, you were never the patient one.

“I’m so happy you were my wife. You were a lovely partner and great company, i’ll miss your weird laugh and your savage comments. I hope my wife can be just like you, I hope I made you feel happy and was a good husband to you, cause you deserve the perfect one. You are my ideal wife”

You read this in the screen and you could already feel your heart full of love. You never knew he felt like this, your relationship was more of a goofy one, you never expected this from him. It was such a loving gesture that you appreaciated very much.

“Ahhh why you had to make me cry?”

You turned away and carefully wiped the corners of your eyes. It was the first time that someone did something so sweet for you, you didn’t reallt know how to take it or how to respond.

“I didn’t want to make you cry”

“Happy tears”

You said as you faced him again with a smile. He saw your watery eyes and he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad, even though he knew you were not hurt, but just over emotional. He just reached for your hair and pulled them away from your face and over your shoulder, he always liked how you looked without hair on your face, he wanted to see your whole face on it’s entire glory.

“I’ll miss you too”

“It was fun wasn’t it?”

“Very much…. maybe too much fun. Look at us, all sappy and shit. You already know that when this airs everyone will think were are dating”

“Probably, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be with a woman like you?”

You giggled at his compliment. You sat inches away from him, you really did hope that you could keep him in your life, although you didn’t know if that was possible, your careers might be both on the spotlight but they were based of from very different things. You acted on impulse and gave him a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, making you feel comfort and some type of affection.

“I won’t do it. I won’t do it”

You whispered to yourself, in a desperate attempt to make yourself hold back the tears from starting again. You always had that thing of avoiding to cry in front of others, it just made you feel like you were making them pity you.

“I won’t look, you’re safe here”

“Thank you for a wonderfull marriage Hyuk, I never took the chance to thank you for this”

“Don’t thank me, you deserved every piece of it”

You pulled away from him and pulled all your hair back, you never thought that coming to this would make you feel so much for a guy. He really was what you exactly wanted.

“I have a suggestion, instead of leaving the rings, we switch them. You’ll have something from me and i’ll have something from you”

You just nodded. You both took of your “wedding rings” and gave it to each other. You immediately put it on, since it fit you, but he just kept it and put it on the pocket of his flannel.

“Now we have something to keep us together”

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Joss Whedon Is a 'Hypocrite Preaching Feminist Ideals,' Ex-Wife Kai Cole Says

Despite understanding, on some level, that what he was doing was wrong, he never conceded the hypocrisy of being out in the world preaching feminist ideals, while at the same time, taking away my right to make choices for my life and my body based on the truth. He deceived me for 15 years, so he could have everything he wanted. I believed, everyone believed, that he was one of the good guys, committed to fighting for women’s rights, committed to our marriage, and to the women he worked with. But I now see how he used his relationship with me as a shield, both during and after our marriage, so no one would question his relationships with other women or scrutinize his writing as anything other than feminist.

Cold Hearted (Prince AU) Part 7

Originally posted by sugaglos

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20

Summary: War is boiling in the Fire Kingdom as the days until the wedding draw near.

Author’s Note: X is a link to music or a clip which matches with the scene.

Word Count: 6697

Warnings: Blood (In later parts), Smut (in later parts)

     “What the hell happened out there, Erlich? You were meant to destroy half of their supplies and their men with that attack and all you did was kill a few horses and some low-ranking soldiers!” spat King Ruiji. The Court of the Fire Kingdom was in session, every week they met, mostly to go over plans and see how the situation looked in the various provinces of the Fire Kingdom.

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jack as a witch in modern aus to ~replace~ biotic powers

her only constant growing up is herself, her own energy, and she learns to use that to deal with unstable situations, to curse those that do her wrong

having to practice in secret, whether she has one home or several foster families: choosing jewelry with crystals, using the necklaces as pendulums; divining with an old deck of playing cards she thinks was from her birth mother; carefully taking small amounts of spices from the kitchen for spells, lying and saying the bag someone finds is full of weed and not the ingredients to an anti-anxiety spell she has to cast almost every day

she goes camping once, and stays up all night watching and tending to the fire, feeling a connection to it, putting energy into dried leaves once everyone else is asleep and letting it burn away her anger one leaf at a time

if she gets piercings, enchanting her earrings/etc and choosing them based on color associations

going to the beach for the first time in high school, when her life has reached semi-stability, and being completely taken in by the sea; being almost in a trance as she feels all the energy in it, and how it calls out to her. taking some seawater home with her, and sand as well, even though she’s never felt any connection to any kind of earth before. she manages to find one small seashell on the well-traveled beach, and treasures it once she’s back home

many of her tattoos are sigils, some she made herself and some old ones she found in research that she could feel the power in. when she doesn’t need one anymore she uses it as a base for another one, and the patterns on her skin grow

she babysits shepard and [LI of choice]’s kid(s) at some point, and one of them calls for her after going to bed because they think there’s a monster or ghost in their room; a common complaint she was told, but once she enters the room she can definitely feel something, and shepard’s kid even points to the corner of the room jack sensed something in

‘alright kid, let’s do some magic to make the sucker go away and leave you alone’ she tells them, and takes them to the kitchen to make some herb water, which they put into a spray bottle ‘borrowed’ from the shelf by the indoor plants before going back to the bedroom, and jack starts to silently cleanse the room and ward it as she shows the kid how to use the spray bottle to get rid of anything that comes to bother them in the future

jack tells shep and [LI] about it when they get home and they’re like ‘???? if it makes them stop worrying about it thank you but also what the fuck jack’ and she just grins and says ‘don’t worry, i didn’t summon a demon or anything. and i’ll save blood magic for when they’re older’

JACK AS A WITCH  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧ *:・゚✧ *:・゚✧ *:・゚✧ *:・゚✧

Here’s another fic rec from another one of my favorites and the passage that i love:

“Taylor is your sister,” Geno says simply. “So like my sister, too.” The look on his face is — it’s an expression Sidney’s seen countless times before, warm and solemn and protective, and Sidney realizes with a start that Geno has looked at him like this for years and he’d never understood.

Sidney wrestles with that for a minute. “You — you and I, we’re—” Sidney gestures between them. He barely knows what he’s trying to say, but then, once upon a time, he and Geno didn’t have six words between them and it never seemed to matter. “Are two people a family?”

Geno smiles. “Is how all family starts.”

“Oh,” Sidney says, because he’d honestly never thought of it that way. When he’d imagined a future for himself, he’d thought that maybe when hockey was done, he’d have a big family, and he wouldn’t be alone ever again.

He’s more than a little surprised to learn that he has one already. Taylor and the Lemieuxs, and now—

No hazy, idealized image of a wife, but Geno, here with him and real, and his pelmeni are nothing to write home about, but — “I love you,” Sidney says slowly in realization.

“Yes,” Geno says in satisfied agreement, with the smile that Sidney loves best transforming his whole face.

Perfect, all loving
all caring, never complaining

Do not sing to me of perfection,
O Muse
Sing to me instead of humanity

Not of she, perfect wife
Not of she, who forgave all
(the greatest betrayal
the loss of her children)
Sing instead of she

she, human
she, mother
she, imperfect

Sing to me of
she who sacrificed one
to save five
who preferred children not of her body
to he who was hers

Sing to me of
she, kunti, not
She, Sita

Sing to me of
she
who demanded armour
as payment for birth

whose son sobbed
cried he had been murdered
even as he handed over
that which would save his life
and a vow
never to harm
those who had taken from him all

Sing to me of
she: mother
she: human
instead of
She: wife
She: perfection

—  imperfect motherhood / oral history, part ii / Rishika Aggarwal © 2015
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Vipers and Hemlock drops

Lucius Malfoy loathed and admired his daughter in law with equal intensity, but mostly he just loathed her.

If he were to say exactly why he did, he’d publicly claim that little Astoria was a sad dissapointment to his family name and that he didn’t like her blood traitor tendencies anymore than he liked her simpering personality.

But the truth was deeper than that, Lucius disliked Astoria because unlike Draco he could not manipulate her and by extension she used her influence to twart any of his attempts to do it to Draco. From the moment his son had introduced his future wife to him, the girl’s eyes had sparkled with defiance and Lucius, smart man that he was, knew that the little brat would be nothing but trouble.

Harry Potter had taught Lucius not to underestimate children but it was Astoria Greengrass who would make the hard lesson stick. Cold wars were things Malfoys exeled at and fortune had seen fit for little Astoria to be cut from the same cloth of their lot, because he knew that the silent war he fought against her would probably last until long after Lucius was dead.

On paper Lucius couldn’t find any fault in her breeding, she was as pure as Pansy Parkinson, even more if the rumors about the origins of her bloodline were to be believed, her father had stayed neutral in the war, she was educated, wealthy, well spoken, posessed good taste in clothing and her family conections had survived the fallout of not one but TWO wars, not to mention she was beautiful, graceful and talented, indeed some waging tongues would even dare to say that such a jewel was too good for HIS son and there lay the problem.

Contrary to what it seemed on the outside, Hyperion Greengrass hadn’t raised a fool and Astoria was every inch the Slytherin he sometimes wished Draco could be.

Had Draco chosen a different pureblood girl, someone more insecure or a a bit more desirous for attention, Lucius would have been satisfied, but that wasn’t the girl he chose, Draco had to fall in love with a girl who wasn’t afraid of his father and that made Lucius seethe.

Oh she was respectful enough to his face of course, if she hadn’t been Lucius would have gotten a reason to complain about her and the girl was smart enough to know she needed to avoid antagonizing him (too much), it was the resentful glint in her eyes and the subtle purse of mouth whenever she looked at him that made the Malfoy patriarch know he’d never like her.

Because Astoria didn’t want his good opinion, she blamed him for what happened to Draco during the war. And in her eyes, he was the enemy. And that’s why Lucius loathed her.

Her body language spoke for her in ways her mouth didn’t. Whenever Lucius entered the room, Astoria’s hands would automatically reach for Draco’s arm in what anyone watching would consider an affectionate motion, she’d subtly take a small step in front of him and her feet would angle towards the nearest exit, even when she was required to be in the same place for hours, her body never lost the protective stance as long as Lucius was present.

No matter her tiny stature and funny health, she thought that Draco needed to be protected…from his own father.

And Lucius couldn’t even find a way to complain to Draco about that, because what would he even say “the girl you keep bringing home thinks I’m likely to kill you?” Even in his head it sounded ridiculous. Because even alluding to the subject with Draco would mean they would have to actually talk about why Astoria Greengrass felt that way.

And Lucius wasn’t stupid, she was a girl inlove and one way or another Lucius was responsible for the majority of the hurt Draco had suffered in his life, love made people irrational and this was a perfect example of it especially in pureblood girls who were used to manipulating their way to victory. Astoria loved Draco, her affections ran deep, she fancied him to be the only one she’d ever love and she would use all her resources to protect and support him in ways even Narcissa herself couldn’t aspire to. That in and on itself was a problem.

Astoria Greengrass had many masks to wear everyday and Lucius Malfoy liked to think he saw trough every one of them right down to the evildoer she was inside, oh she could pretend to be the perfect daughter, sister, socialite and girlfriend all she wanted but Lucius knew she hated him, it was there pulsing in her veins and coating her hands when she balled her pretty manicured fists and hid them in the pockets of her dress, a impulse to hiss and bare her pretty teeth like the hydra she was, next to Voldemort and maybe Bellatrix, Lucius Malfoy was probably the only person in the world that Astoria Greengrass could bring herself to hate and he knew it.

Draco might think the girl incapable of true hatred and maybe she was, but Lucius hadn’t married into the Black family witout knowing the difference between murder and disdain in the glare of a heiress and the Malfoy gardens had flourished more than once feeding on the bodies of people that brought displeasure to the likes of little Astoria.

Yes Draco respected him still, only out of filial love perhaps but his son’s love was always something Lucius could count on even when Draco didn’t agree with him and no longer supported his supremacist ideals, even if the admiration had long faded from Draco’s eyes, he was still his son and Malfoy men had a way of bonding that no outsider could break. But marrying that interloper had been one insult Lucius hadn’t been able to forgive.

How could Draco have done that? To HIM?.

Lucius agreed with Narcissa in the beleif that it was that girl’s fault, because that’s what she was to Lucius, in his mind his son’s wife would forever be ‘the girl’ a chit fresh out of school who hated him, because considering Astoria a woman would in turn force him to aknowledge that Draco was also a man grown capable of leading his own life without parental interference and Lucius didn’t think he’d ever consider Draco a man.

His son was his legacy, Lucius had taught Draco how to walk, how to use a wand, how to wear his robes in a way befitting a Malfoy, he’d been there in his son’s first quiddich match, bought him his first broom and personally chosen all of Draco’s school books and pushed him in the direction of a perfectly acceptable (if a bit ruthless) pureblood mate that was Pansy Parkinson. Nobody would ever understand how deep it hurt Lucius to see his son being led astray by a girl and not any girl either, but one that Lucius couldn’t outright squish.

Draco might still hold regard for him but Lucius knew that his son would never trust him again, not after his imprisonment brought on the mission to assassinate Dumbledore and how could it not hurt?. His own son who once thought the world of him, now worried that he’d do something to his wife if Draco left them alone for more than five minutes.

She was the first enemy of his that was both resilient and evenly matched to anything Lucius threw at her. In fact the Malfoy patriarch suspected that Astoria enjoyed any opportunity to exercise those barely used tallons on the fabric of his temper. The cloying cunning that Draco found so endearing in his wife, was a deadly weapon constantly used against Lucius and for the life of him Lucius couldn’t understand why Draco didn’t see his sweet Astoria for the awful threat she was.

But Lucius couldn’t force the chit to leave Draco, because every Slytherin could recognize a fellow snake and Astoria had been raised in the nest that produced the strongest ones up to date. She was not the wilting flower everyone thought she was, her apparent ideal wifely attributes only made her more relentless when defending herself against him.

She was educated about her ancestry and her blood status meant she knew enough lore of the sacred twenty eight to be vindictive if Lucius used any slurs or insults about the black sheep in her family. Because for every disowned family member in the Greengrass genealogy, the Malfoys had three, and she wasn’t above reminding him of that time Draco’s ten times Great Uncle was caught bedding pigs (His son, besotted as he was, never saw her barbs as the guerrilla tactics they were, but Lucius did)

Her family’s wealth meant that she couldn’t be bribed with pretty trinkets and worse, she also could ocassionally buy out one or two reporters if say ‘something ghastly’ landed her in the front page of witch weekly, on top of that some of them even did her favors to enhance the angelic public image that she tried to cultivate to buffer the bad publicity that came with being married to an ex death eater. So every time Lucius had something printed that exposed her for the brat she was, somehow someone managed to fix it the next day.

It was infuriating.

And of course she was kind, Lucius loathed kind people… they were weak, nevertheless his daughter in law was the type to floric among mudbloods and kiss dirty war orphans as tough they were all that wonderful, whenever she could sully Draco by introducing him to blood traitors, mudbloods and creatures Lucius didn’t consider good enough to grace the earth then she did, because ughhh the girl even liked Goblins, Centaurs and lesser beings, anything she could do to go against Lucius she would do it out of spite just to passive aggressively rub it in her father in law’s face.

She even petitioned to do her apprenticeship on magical coin, not under a respectable ministry wizard like everybody else, but under a Goblin, because little Astoria absolutely had to have the best and who was better at teaching about galleons and sickles than Goblins.

Lucius had stormed Hyperion’s office when he’d heard and what had the dimwitted man said? “Lucius I don’t see the problem, if Astoria wants to cultivate good relations with the race that hold the purse strings of our world then I certainly won’t do anything to stop her” blah blah blah, Hyperion Greengrass hated Lucius too, he probably enjoyed watching the vein in his forehead throb.

Narcissa was different, the girl wasn’t in an active war with Narcissa and Lucius felt both thankful and angry for that. Because Narcissa thought that the girl wasn’t capable of doing lasting harm, considered her a harmless pest one had to put up with in order to have Draco’s reagard (to be fair Narcissa had been subjected to enough undesirable family members to grow used to that type of approach) so she couldn’t understand the outright war that Lucius was fighting against Astoria right under Draco’s nose.

Astoria had a talent for turning all her weakness into weapons to use, she never hid her blind spots, left her open wounds on the surface for all to see, paraded every single detail that could ever be used to hurt her like a badge of honor in Lucius face and when Lucius inevitably tried to take advantage of them, she’d smile vindictively and brush off his every verbal attack with a grace that few in his acquaintance possessed.

Truthfully her antagonism wouldn’t have made any difference to Lucius had she been anybody else, because as a man of questionable morals and even more questionable actions he was used to the general public hating him, were it not for the fact that Astoria’s reasons were too raw and personal for Lucius to dismiss them.

The little girl wasn’t a hypocrite, she didn’t hate him for his part in the rise of Voldemort anymore than she could hate Draco, or because of the countless Avada’s in his belt, let alone his use of illegal (charms, spells, books, funds) everything, if she had, then it would have been easier to ignore her, because he’d been Lucius Malfoy since long before she came into the world and he didn’t owe explanations to anybody. No Astoria’s hatred was as personal as it got, Lucius had pushed Draco into too many painful situations for Draco to cope with, he had hurt his son because he’d wanted power and glory, placed him in Voldemort’s grasp and jeopardized his life every single day he served the dark lord.

It was something Lucius knew the girl would resent to her dying day, Lucius hadn’t protected Draco, he hadn’t done more to spare Draco the world of pain he’d suffered during Voldemort’s rise and if Lucius had been anyone other than who he was, he was sure that little Astoria Greengrass would have had no qualms in slipping something particularly venomous into his afternoon tea.

So in yes Lucius Malfoy would never like, approve, or want the girl as part of the Malfoy family simply because she was entirely justified in hating HIM and he despised people who held the high ground over him.

He had too much pride to even try to make the girl understand his side of the story, because maybe just maybe his conciense wasn’t as silent as he let the world think it was when it came to Draco’s dark mark and battle scars, maybe little Astoria made him feel uncomfortable because he knew she’d probably seen his son’s scars in the most intimate light and gone to the same conclusion that haunted Lucius at night: he had failed Draco as a father.

And that’s why Lucius couldn’t approve of her, he’d never love his daughter in law or think well of her, he’d never give Draco’s marriage his blessing and would always be in a passive aggressive war with the little interloper.

Because she had every right to feel hurt on Draco’s behalf and Lucius hated her because the alternative was hating himself.

An: well this was a fun foray into the complicated and self centered mind of Lucius Malfoy. Hope I stayed true to his character.