#ft. bellatrix

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

where: lestrange cottage. who: bellatrix; @bellatrix-lestrxnge.

Upon apparating to the Lestrange manor after visiting the Dark Lord, the blood coursing through Rodolphus' veins was on fire. He could feel it flowing with excitement and anticipation. He could hardly wait to tell Bellatrix what their Lord had in store for them. It was right up their alley. It was something only the two of them could accomplish the way it needed to be handled. The sadistic pair was about to come out in full force. It had been too long since they had such a fun mission placed in their hands. The couple seconds to apparate was too much but when he finally made it --

"Where is my enchanting wife?" Rodolphus sang out loud. He wandered into the manor and headed toward her study where she spent much of her time. The door was cracked. He wrapped his fingers around the door jamb and opened it slowly. "My dear," he whispered loudly, slowly entering the room. "You will be happy to see me this evening." He walked to where she was sitting and placed his hands on her shoulders, rubbing them.

"I have a huge surprise for you," his voice became smarmy. "The Dark Lord wishes for us to find Duncan Blishwick. The pureblood who has made the colossal mistake of switching sides and giving out important intel." Rodolphus went to face his wife and crouched down. "We get to find him and take care of him in any way we like. Teach him who's boss and what turning your back on the Dark Lord does. How does that sound?" He said with a raised brow.

Rodolphus stood up and held his hand out. "Apparate with me?" he asked with a sly smile.

[xrodolphusxxlestrangex]

where: lestrange manor; breakfast room. who: @gammaoricnis || bellatrix.

The arranged marriage between Rodolphus and Bellatrix was just that: arranged. Rodolphus did his duty. If he had the option he would have stayed single but his father, Roderick, reminded him that it was a necessity but that it didn’t mean love had to play a part in it. Growing up Rodolphus certainly saw this between his own parents. It was a contract bringing pureblood families together. Bellatrix wasn’t a fan of the arrangement either so it worked.

The fact that there was a sort of romantic distance between the couple made no sort of strain in that regard. If he had to be married Rodolphus was grateful it was Bellatrix. She was a strong woman who could hold her own — something he needed so he didn’t have to show any attempt of telling her to get her shit together.

Although they had distance, they still had their routines. Breakfast was one of these such routines. As always Bellatrix was waiting for Rodolphus at the head of one side of the table. He entered the room, kissed her on the head out of obligation. “Good morning, darling.” He said as he walked to the other end of the long table to the other head of the table.

A member of the staff came out once he made his appearance with plates for each of them, placing his first followed by Bellatrix. The clinking as they began tapping their food echoed off the walls.

“What are your plans today, dear?” His pet names were also obligations written in the marriage contract.

[rsrevan]

@bellatrix-lestrxnge

└ Professor Marston & the Wonder Women, dir. Angela Robinson (2017)

[mollyxprewett]

★ (bella)

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would hex you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[sybillctrelawney]

where: the room of requirement. who: bellatrix; @bellaaegis.

Sybill loved having a single room to herself. It gave her the space she needed when it was time to truly study. However, she had a secret. A secret to do with her Divination skills and how she practiced and studied them — particularly when she found her mind full and needed to clear it. When this happened her room wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed a certain type of space.

The Room of Requirement.

During the night she found herself tiptoeing through the halls to the door of the infamous room. The one place that always knew what she needed. All she had to do was place her hand in the right spot and she was welcomed in. The room was dim, lit with candles, a dark purple chaise lounge chair in the middle of the room covered in velvety pillows. The room was wide open with the walls covered in black shades so her thoughts could be absorbed elsewhere.

This was Sybill’s safe space. The place she could focus and work on herself. No one would find her there. No one had in eleven years.

She sat down, organizing the pillows around her to her liking then laid down adjusting her body until her mind said yes, we’re ready. Sybill placed her hands to her head ever so softly and breathed in. The air was thick — thicker than usual. But she stayed with her mind, working the skills she had been learning. Her skills were there, she knew what she was doing but the thick air was throwing her off. It was almost …chewy.

Someone is here, her mind said. Startled, Sybill asked out loud, “But who?”

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

where: lestrange manor. who: bellatrix lestrange; @brutal-bellatrix.

Loyalty. That's what Bellatrix offered Rodolphus. And he offered it in return. She had proved herself time and time again. He was lucky to have a wife in his inner circle. Not everyone had such good fortune. He was married to someone just as dedicated to the Dark Lord as he was. Deathly dedicated.

It didn't hurt that she was attractive. They made a good looking couple to boot.

But what brought them together this time was Rabastan. His brother had been so stupid as to let some Veela get the best of him so now Rodolphus and Bellatrix had to deal with the aftermath. They were sitting in the library, Rodolphus reading up on dark magic -- a book he had read many times. He looked up at Bellatrix. "I can't believe we're sitting here instead of being on the streets where we're meant to be."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette could feel herself being observed, both physically and mentally. If there was anything said about Bellatrix it was known that she took any and everyone in with a consideration of some kind. With Georgette she was doing it knowing that she was looking to become a Death Eater so every iota of her being was being scrutinized. She could handle it. She sat up straight and let Bellatrix take her in.

She tilted her head to the side and took the older witch in as well. If there was anything Georgette knew it was also reading people. Coming from someone who spent days and nights sitting in a common room watching others from the sidelines gave her a way into the lives of others without them knowing. From then she would have people come into Ollivander's where she gave them and worked with their wands -- the most precious magical tool any witch or wizard could own. And every wand reflected said witch or wizard. She had a unique insight -- one different than Bellatrix.

Georgette straightened her back to the point where she was almost bending backwards. She looked Bellatrix straight in the eye. "You're correct. This is not a job interview but my answer still stands. I have a book in my mind that has yet to be written. On those pages will be written words of praise and honor for doing what's right in this world. And throwing myself into the Death Eaters is what will be written on those pages if I have anything to say about it."

Rabastan had told her that Georgette was a feisty little thing. So far, Bellatrix had yet to see much of that spark. She didn't doubt her brother-in-law's opinion, but she always preferred to see things for herself before accepting them completely. She was the best judge of character, after all - particularly for the Dark Lord. Still, the girl seemed to have a backbone. She could appreciate it, as well as the obvious deference that lay between them. It was always a good sign to see a healthy helping of cautious respect in any new recruit. She had no patience for the cocky ones, more likely to rip off their balls and stuff them down their throats, than to spend any time putting them into their places. If they didn't understand the ranks from the outset, they were fucking idiots.

Facing the other witch, her stare did not falter. Eyes of bright blue roamed Georgette's expression, snapping up each tiny mannerism, consuming them avidly. She was good at reading other people, her gut instincts solid and reliable. She decided Georgette was keen indeed, but her motives were not yet clear.

"That sounds like an answer to a job interview." Leaning back, her lips curved with wry consideration. Pale fingers tapped against the bar, an instinctive sign of impatience though she was far from becoming frustrated. If anything, this was engaging. But she wanted the truth of it, not some flimsy self-sale. "This is not a job. It is a devotion. So tell me: what you desire from this? Power? Glory? Violence...?"

[whisperingn1ghts]

Completely smitten

[enchantmecnts]

the fall of the house usher ft. 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𓂃 *  FRIEND. You must leave this house. USHER. How can I? These walls are my skin. This room is my heart. Besides, I have a sister.

@impcrios , @carnalscreams

[grxtisfaction]

quillkiller microfic/337 words

cw for a bit of gore i think? idfk how to rate this. i just got this idea about rita reacting to bella's engagement to rodolphus and wrote this in literally fifteen minutes, be nice lol

Rita hated her. She despised Bellatrix Black with every fibre of her being, with every atom that burned and seethed in her ravaged body. Sometimes she hated her so much she couldn't breathe, consumed with the desire to murder her, to wring her neck until it snapped, scratch her eyes out and dig her claws in and drag them down the porcelain skin of her face until she was a canvas ripped to shreds, rotten rags of acrid crimson blood hanging like roadkill on a limp, lifeless body. She wished Bellatrix Black would suffer in every way a human could suffer for the rest of her life, and the thought of her suffering made Rita laugh with something vile and black and horribly ecstatic.

She got invited to the wedding, of course she did. Bella did it just to torture her. Rita thought of showing up just to spit in her face. Or rip out her throat. Or bite her heart out of her chest and eat it in front of everyone.

But Rita did not show up. Instead she waited, and sat on her hatred and let it eat her alive, from the inside out, like some horrible parasite, and plotted her perfect vengeance. Later, when Bellatrix appeared at her door in the middle of the night, soaked in rain and blood and the lust of evil glinting in her eye, the heady scent of a wild animal and the razor teeth of a thirsty wolf, Rita thought it was a gift from god, or whatever was left these days. There she was, that woman, that wretched woman, her woman, after so long. Every thought of murder turned into want, and the want back into murder. I told you you’d come back to me.

When the Aurors knocked on her door to ask if she knew the whereabouts of Bellatrix Lestrange, wanted for killings and torture and god knows what else, Rita laughed. And when she led them to her bedroom and opened the door to reveal a peaceful, sex-drained and blissed out Death Eater, and watched as they dragged her away, kicking and screaming, Rita laughed harder.

[suerteliquida]

Sonrió con amplitud ante la figura enmascarada. "No, desde luego que huir no está en mis planes" se puso en guardia. "Pero por favor no te contengas que esta noche sólo me he encontrado puro cobarde"

Fuegos artificiales

El lugar olía a sangre y el caos que se estaba desatando era como una droga para Bellatrix quien estaba ocultando su rostro bajo una mascara. —Que tenemos aquí— expresó con su voz siendo modificada por un hechizo —¿A donde crees que vas? No vas a huir de mi—

[impcrios]

@purfanatic

where : mask-making workshop .

regulus had never been much of a crafts person, but he had always loved samhain, so he found himself here regardles, he looks over to his cousin and smirks at his shit attempts at a mask and says, "tell me, cousin, do this look threatening?" he had never been good at crafts but he did try his best.

[bcrtiesjr]

and how the hell am i supposed to do that? — he thinks, as the mission is explained to them in detail. his face remains neutral, lips pressed into a thin, straight line. his mind tries to gather the most important pieces of the instructions, and he nods a couple of times to indicate he’s paying attention. or at least trying to. " easy peasy, " he murmurs, just loud enough to be heard. he needed to sound convincing, especially since he sometimes thought the dark lord could peer into his mind. he had to isolate his thoughts, keep them locked away in an invisible box just to get through the day. once he was left alone with bellatrix, barty rested his elbows on the table, fixing his gaze on her. she was intimidating. it took a great deal of effort to maintain the calm expression on his face. " it makes sense they’d pair us up for this—but i’ve no idea how we’re supposed to find that artifact in the department of mysteries, " he says, letting out a soft sigh. had voldemort never set foot in the ministry? not once in his life? lucky bastard. " maybe we should go at night. you know, it might be easier." he doesn’t feel the need to push the idea any further. " but it’s up to you, you’re the boss today. "

ft. 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐗 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 ( @silverbred )

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I like when you call me vulgar things as well,” Rodolphus raised a brow. The couple was a strange one there was no questioning that. However, it suited him quite well. He knew how to push Bellatrix’s buttons which he loved doing. She was sexy when being pushed. She may hate him but there were a few things about their marriage that were perfection. They had electricity. Whether that electricity was hatred against one another or something else was up for debate but he enjoyed seeing where it would go no matter the ending.

Driving anyone into madness was one of Rodolphus’ favorite pastimes. It didn’t matter who it was he could easily figure out what made them tick. It was a wonderful trait he had and it suited him well. Rodolphus was intimidating, yes, but part of that was because he could get under anyone’s skin so flawlessly and all with a smile on his face as though he was playing a game — which he was. Toying with the minds of others came naturally to him so he saw no reason not to use it, including on his wife.

“I’ll make you laugh one day, my darling wife,” he quipped. “I can certainly make you flush a bit,” he said with a grin as he noticed the color after he spoke in her ear. “Seems I have some influence.” He took a drink of his scotch he had almost forgotten he had.

“Dolohov flirting, hm? Maybe I’ll have a word with him. Though if he’s giving you such good ideas maybe I should thank him. I do so love your demonstrations," he winked.

“I only call you darling because what I actually want to say is too vulgar.” She glares at him, not even bothering to hide a smidge of her ire. There was nobody around, and even if there were, she dares them to make any sort of judgement about her marriage. To the public, her and Rodolphus showed a flawlessly united front. It wasn’t much different from their actual lives -- they had a kinship she doubts she’d find with anyone else.

Still, she can’t fucking stand him ninety nine percent of the damned time. No one had to know she'd much rather eat him for dinner than she would cook him a meal. That's what they had house elves for anyway, even if they were ugly, vile creatures. No uglier than a child of Lucius bloody Malfoy would be. Pointy and pale. She only hopes for the bloodlines sake it takes after Narcissa, in both personality and looks.

She flips her hair over her shoulder prettily, her neck suddenly poised to feel his breath as he speaks lowly to her. Her mouth falls open slightly, a flush coating her collarbones. Her body was a murderous, unforgiving traitor. She hated when he had the upper hand. Disturbed, she deflects. "That's good, considering you rarely make me laugh." She bites her lip, watching his sly smile like a piranha smelling blood. "Speaking of foreplay, Dolohov was telling me all about creating the perfect corpse earlier, the incorrigible flirt." She shifts closer to him. "If you take me home, I can demonstrate." She smiles sweetly. "On you, of course."

[greenerteacups]

Hi GT. I hope this message finds you well. I am sending all the good vibes and we'll wishes your way! ♥️♥️♥️ I hope you've had a wonderful summer.

I'm such a big fan of your work. Lioneheart is amazing and has stuck with me for such a long time.

I was wondering if you had any other stories you'd like to explore one day (even if you never get the chance to write them.) Whether it be fanfiction or original work, I was just curious because sometimes I feel as if I have hundreds of stories inside that I could tell, and I am not sure how to pick just one and see it to completion.

First of all, thank you! This is a fun one. I have a few enduring ideas for longfics I may or may not ever write (i.e., ideas that would have been projects already if I didn't have an ongoing longfic). I don't get stuck in them mostly because I try to remind myself that the idealized story you imagine when a concept occurs to you will never actually exist as it does when it's unshackled by the constraints of execution. What you'll get if you actually sit down and hack it out is (1) a real and imperfect piece of writing, and (2) the satisfaction of having written it, which is by far the more reliable source of motivation, if we're being honest. That being said, here are some ideas I've always wanted to explore, if and when I finish Lionheart:

I've always wanted to write a longform canon-divergent Tomione fic about Tom Riddle's 7th year at Hogwarts. Big honking political melodrama ft. the original Knights of Walpurgis, a Triwizard Tournament, and realistically functioning time travel (hence why this one's always been kicked down my list of projects, because writing a time-travel plot is like running through a minefield made of trampolines). I've already got character concepts sketched out for the Hogwarts cast — sooooo many fun ideas for the teenage Walburga. But I'd still need about a week of solid fic preproduction on the plot alone before I was ready to boot up and start writing, and it'd take at least 250k words — closer to 300k, if I'm being honest about myself. So this probably won't see the light of day anytime remotely soon, if ever.

A canon-compliant Dramione war fic, diverging from the Malfoy Manor chapters in Book 7, picking up from a speculative thread I read once about what would happen if the war didn't end after Voldemort died at the Battle of Hogwarts. I've always thought it would be fascinating to see who Hermione and Draco would become if they were actual soldiers in the war (and my disappointment with how Book 7 handled the "war" of it all has been established). That being said, Book 7 of Lionheart will probably give me a lot of similar ideas to chew on, so I don't know what my appetite for this one will be once I'm finished with it.

Durmstrang AU. This one's barely a fic concept so much as it is a mental moodboard — I just want to worldbuild the hell out of Durmstrang. And the international wizarding world, generally. It's a delicious sandbox.

A longform canon-compliant fic or series of fics about the previous generation of Blacks (Sirius/Bellatrix/Narcissa, namely). If you look at the books, there's a huge amount we don't know about the fall of the Blacks. I always found it bizarre that the sisters and Sirius seem to be the only ones left by 1995. No one else has a claim? No one else from this all-powerful wizarding family wants to step in and claim this big honking townhouse in the middle of London? Or its attendant fortune? Dude, what happened? Also, we don't see nearly enough of the Black family melodrama in canon. They lose 4/5 children of a generation in the span of almost single decade. And then (presumably) all of their parents die in the span of another. Goddamn. Just imagine the character work you could do there.

A No Chosen One/Voldemort Wins (The First Time) AU where Hermione never gets her letter, and meets Draco much later in life as a self-taught witch. The dynamics I have in my head for this are really enjoyable, and it would be a chance to finally write Hermione POV, plus the Draco I've cooked up for this universe is [chefs kiss]. I also just love the idea of Hermione as a feral witch-child running around muggle London. I love it a lot.

[magicallymusingbasilisks]

Death Eater Wallpapers Pt.1

Ft: Rabastan Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange

WIP: Thorfinn Rowle, Corban Yaxley, Lucius Malfoy and Fenrir Greyback.