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If the nightmare serum had sent her spiraling, then he’d been the one to bring her back. And hadn’t he always done just that? It’s true they indulged each others darkness more often than not, for theirs was a terrible addiction to devastation that no one else could satisfy, and she’d long suspected that there were matching cracks along their tainted souls.

They brought out the absolute worst in one another — and it’d only made them stronger.

Bellatrix had long ago dented her family’s plans of her becoming their most prized little china doll. They had pinned up her hair and smothered her in frills, but there were some things not even the most tightly laced of corsets could reign in. Brutal things. Ugly things. A vicious side to her no one had ever truly accepted; not Narcissa, not Evan, not even those she’d once called friends. No one but him. He k n e w her. He’d seen her for what she was that night at Hogwarts as she’d done for him, and neither had shrunk back from the fire; they’d merely embraced what others spurned and dived headfirst into the flames, hand in hand. She had never wanted to be the beauty to any man’s beast, and Rodolphus understood that. He understood everything there was to know about her and passed judgement on nothing. It was as if they were laced in each other’s bones and scorched on each other’s hearts — too entwined to ever be severed from one another. Of course he’d been the one to bring her back. You always found your way back to where you belonged.

She rested her cheek against her husband’s chest, shaky fingers thumbing the fabric of his shirt while he cleaned off the blood. Everything still stung. The scratches on her face, the serum burning behind her eyes, the throat she’d all but worn out from the screaming … even her heart at the sudden prospect of him leaving. “S-Stay,” Bellatrix insisted weakly, voice cracking under the strain. A hand wandered back over to his wedding band. “You’ve — you’ve always — stayed.” Through everything. Everyone who’d gone from her life, dead, disowned, or otherwise, and he’d never once left her side. It was another one of those small realizations that were only now beginning to come together to form a bigger picture she’d overlooked for years. Trembling, Bellatrix took another stab at feeling out the serum’s lingering effects and shut her eyes.

Shadows flitted across her line of vision. They hissed out taunts and loomed in dark corners, ever persistent. Fear still clawed at her subconscious, like nails dragging across a chalkboard, but the longer she listened to Rodolphus’ heartbeat, focusing on its steadiness, breathing in the familiar scent of her amortentia… the easier it became.

It could have been minutes, it could have been hours. All she knew for sure was that in the long stretch of silence that followed, listening to his heartbeat, head resting against his chest and hand entwined in his, Bellatrix found comfort, and the nightmare serum’s effects began to ebb away. She slowly opened her eyes against the fading haze and inhaled sharply. He’d brought her back.

They were ruinous and they were damned, but they wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Bellatrix raised her head off his chest and gently touched her forehead to his. Her lip trembled, though she wasn’t so sure the serum was to blame this time. Softly, “I love you, Rodolphus Lestrange.”

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Their love could never be praised as flowers growing in the depths of hell - for they had their faults and atrocious sins. Yet... Yet they could never be unlaced, so ravenous and feral ( almost larger than life in their narratives ). And how unconventional they were — who ever brought good from being the worst version of themselves?

This peace, this quiet in his mind, the urge to destroy was sent slumbering by her touch ( rising if she willed it ). He was hyper-aware in that moment; feeling the coldness of her fingertips, seeing the flyaways of her hair. Everything was solace in that moment — burning behind his eyes in muted dark colours.

And he did stay. All he ever wanted was to stay.

And it was Bella who always stayed with him — now matter how they burnt everything in their path. Burning people they touched, scalding them with wounds. She was half poison, half goddess, burning him with her blazing soul & unforgiving kisses.

He thought his reason to live was to cleanse this world of filth & traitors, of the unworthy. But he could no longer deny the hold she had over him. It was inescapable; impossible like separating the air from his lungs, like barring the sun from the moon.

Home was the moment she touched her forehead to his — that soft murmur of words he thought he’d never hear. It sent his heart racing like never before, his tongue suddenly wooden in his mouth.

Beat.

“I love you too, Bella,” he murmured into her ear, like a secret unearthed. He loved her more than anything else in the world — more than his damned life and the tainted breath in his chest. And he kissed her like dying ( for he might as well declare to the whole world he would die for her ).

He pulled the blankets over them. And he remembered that night at Hogwarts ( the moment that changed everything ) when she dared him to leave ( look how far they’ve come ). “Sleep, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”

END

#I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS SO CORNY #but i have succumbed to the feels & there is no way out #c;bellatrix

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#probably #AU: mafia

❝When it feels scary to jump, that is exactly when you jump, otherwise you end up staying in the same place your whole life, and that I can’t do.❞

#friends i tried #and failed miserably #e; mafia AU #tw death

@gerwulfalpha

flashback: april 1982

location: the white wyvern

Rodolphus never liked the feeling of owing somebody something, but this was another matter in itself. He was not so arrogant to forget the weight of gratitude ( the ministry attack was no small event, and Narcissa’s safety was paramount. she was family after all - sharing the same blood as his darling Bella ). Besides, he had some persuading to do.

And so he sat in the White Wyvern, eerily at one with the dusty and grim surroundings. Somewhere behind him a wail sounded, a witch screeched as fragile glasses broke. He paid the commotion no heed and his gaze immediately flickered to the door as the rusted bell jingled.

“Alastair,” he stood up to greet the other, ever impassive. “Glad you could make it. I was beginning to think you didn’t receive my owl after all.”

#c;alastair

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fn + guide to troubled birds ( + i have a couple of few week old jokes for events i gotta get in while i can )

@lexstrange @porcelaindagger @floralxconfusion @unmillierdevies @prodigious–skill @gerwulfalpha @flowerchildemmeline @goodnightgideon @wormfail

#im crying this is my FAV #absolute gold

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@lexstrange & @prodigious–skill

#[ there is nothing crueler than loving & being loved; ]#// im not crying

😃 😳 😘 (►˛◄)

😃 For a general headcanon of our muses

Cissa, in ways, is the little sister he never had. She’s his family ( the only one left ). Sure, Rodolphus wasn’t the most approachable person when they first met, but their relationship has developed quite a bit since their initial meeting. She can calm him when he acts rashly, and that moment of calmness is a blessing amidst this chaos. I’d like to think that there is an unspoken solidarity between them that got them through tough times.

😳 For something my muse likes about yours

Rodolphus admires her strength. She may be the epitome of pureblood ‘perfection’, but her will and strength is something not to be overlooked and underestimated.

😘 For what our muses would be like in a romantic relationship

I think it could have a rocky start but once they really get to know each other it’ll be fine. Rod would be protective af - and she would be his anchor. I imagine there would be very little fighting, unless it’s over v serious issues (e.g., his violence, voldy’s resurrection ahaha). It’s comforting and somehow makes me think of this gif…

(►˛◄) For what our muses would be like if they were enemies

He would not be so arrogant as to completely ignore her. He’d keep an eye on her every movement, but would never let her have the satisfaction of knowing he think of her as possible threat. But other from that, there would be no mercy between them.

#c;cissa #m;#purebloodperfection

The dark d e v o u r s.

— It takes and takes until there is nothing left to give.

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR MIND IS NO LONGER YOUR OWN?

He knew this war demanded sacrifices, knew that it wasn’t without its hardships. But he should have been shocked - should have felt something when he saw Rabastan’s name on the list (traitor or not, blood cannot ignore blood). Yet all he heard were his demands and orders- it reigned above all else- and Rodolphus strove to bring their Dark Lord back.

Blood & flesh, bone & rot. He had slashed the blade across his own arm, a sense of finality thrumming within him (tonight. tonight he would be triumphant). Rodolphus had felt Rabastan’s pulse beneath his own hand as slit his brother’s pale throat (blood of the enemy - such a bitter, scorching phrase). What happened next became a blur, but dear Rodolphus, fratricide stains your hands. Would you mourn when you realise what you have done?

@traitorovs

#URC pt. 1 #// i have a lot of lestrange brothers feels #but im sleep deprived and cannot word #send help pls #musings;

prodigious--skill

Everything about this day had been unbearably l o u d.

Druella’s screams followed her all the way back home. How well Bellatrix had managed to clean up after herself did little to soften the blow; her mother’s reaction to finding her lifeless husband lying peacefully on his back in the bed she’d last left him in was more befitting of the actual circumstances behind his death. The lack of bloodstained sheets and a neck that looked no worse for wear paled in comparison to the howls of grief that had echoed throughout the Black family manor. Sometime in between Walburga’s arrival and the commencement of funeral planning, Bellatrix had slipped away, unnoticed.

But still the noise persisted. It was her mother’s distant wailing making the rounds in her head, like a needle grating against the same woeful record; it was the rumble of thunder, hard rain beating down on her as she approached the manor, too numb to consider shielding herself from the elements; it was the glimmer of gold pressed inside her palm, hissing demands well into the night.

H e had whispered of a foolish man, aged and withering, who deserved to be punished for what he’d done to her. He had told her Cygnus Black was not long for this world. She had listened.

The faint melody of piano notes led her into the sitting room where she was surprised to find Rodolphus. “… I didn’t think you’d be up at this hour.” Bellatrix remarked quietly. Not here, at any rate. Lately, if he wasn’t holed up in his study all day he was out visiting that cabin of his. She didn’t think they’d had a proper conversation since she’d brought back the ring after her arrangement with Evan. Speaking of which – “Looks like you’re missing something,” She wriggled her free hand pointedly, setting the locket down on a glass coffee table and shaking off her soaked coat. Rain water showered the wooden floorboards with her every movement, though Bellatrix couldn’t bring herself to really care as she walked over to Rodolphus’s side; softly, she brushed a thumb along his cheek. “Everything alright?”

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They hardly ever saw each other, so consumed by this cause. Their days together were stolen by this fight, their nights the same. Whatever words they had were murmured with heavy lids and sleepy limbs. Or lately, with another’s voice whispering in their ears ( God or the Devil ? ).

Her touch across his cheek— Rodolphus captured her hand and pressed her palm to his face. Her skin was cold, and she smelt of the rain — an earthy scent that reminded him of days spent in the woods, of departing light and blackened leaves falling on sodden grass. His lips skimmed across her palm, stopping to plant a kiss on her wrist, feeling her pulse thump beneath her skin. “I didn’t think you’d be back,” he murmured, eyes like steel, not betraying his exhaustion. He pulled her onto his lap, not caring about her damp clothes. Gently he pushed back a few damp curls on her forehead, and charmed her clothes dry.

Thunder rumbled from beyond the window, stormy clouds rolling by angrily. He could’ve sworn the locket on the table glinted gold at the commotion.

“Everything’s alright. Just tired,” he reassured her in that familiar way of his — curt and always letting silence speak more than his words. His fingers slid beneath her chin and titled her face up. His eyes searched her face intently as they gazed down upon her ( it seemed an eternity since they had time to themselves ). “You are well?” he asked, though he seemed to know the answer, for she endured what he had. Even now in such wretched circumstances they understood each other ( perfect halves of a damned whole ). Outside the wind wailed, and Rodolphus’ gaze flickered to the locket and back again to his wife.

#c;bellatrix #d; 25th march

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😱 For someone my muse fears

The closest I can think of is Voldemort. He holds power like Rodolphus has never seen before, and this fear borders with admiration and loyalty. But there isn’t much for Rodolphus to fear besides the Dark Lord. After all, he has nothing left to lose.

#slowly getting to these memes at my snail pace #m;

@prodigious--skill

date: march 25th, 1982

location: lestrange manor

Darkness clung to the manor, sea of withered stars hiding above ( do you laugh at mortal struggles ? )

Rodolphus placed something rather immortal safe and locked away ( but always in view ). He had caught a sight of himself in the bathroom mirror before, his features twisting in a flash and those eyes... He was no longer himself. Yet as he moved to sit beside the fireplace a terrible, terrible weight was lifted off of him. Rodolphus was no longer smothered by His soul- no longer dictated by another’s whims ( but hadn’t he devoted his life to this cause? there was no going back now). It was a wretched sort of feeling ( like mud, like slime ), and he became the worst version of himself.

Delicate notes filled the air, the piano tune filling the otherwise silence. He watched as shadows devour the walls, and lit a few more candles as his thoughts consumed him. It will all be worth it— whatever they have done and will do. Victory would not bless the recreant. They were marching to G R E A T N E S S——

The door creaked open and scattered his thoughts. B E L L A. He looked at her, taking in the sight of her as if it were his last. Fire in his flesh, thunder in his ears. The sight of her could sunder the universe.

#c;bella #d; 25th march #this is so... dramatic ? ?#but i've missed bella & so has rod #:'(#p;

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😥 For someone my muse finds annoying

does @traitorovs count : - )

ok but he does find @xoxogossiprita annoying (especially with their history…). she has talent, yes, but she’s using them for the wrong purpose (when she could be aiding the right side instead of remaining neutral).

#c;rita #m;

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🙇 For someone my muse feels regrets towards

How do you forget family? Despite their different views and the rift that has formed, Sirius meant a lot to him. During the days when Sirius just left, Rodolphus wondered if he could have done more to guide him back onto the ‘right’ path. The regret and pain is all there, but Rodolphus would never admit it.

@dxgstarblack

#c;sirius #m;

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😶 For how I think our muses would get along if they haven’t interacted yet

If Rod didn’t these blood purity notions, he’d get along perfectly well with Molly. He’d admire her strength and selflessness, but unfortunately he’s satan 2.0 (right after Voldy. @floralxconfusion lecture ur man pls).

I think Rod holds a certain type of grudge towards Molly, an irrational kind of thing, subconsciously stemming from their Hogwarts years. After all, she and Bella were friends, and it was envious the way she could bring a smile to Bella’s face. And now if Rod knew Gideon and Bella died together in a duel… Molly is the closest thing to Gideon, and Rod would be hellbent to make their side pay. But yeah, they would get along absolutely terribly.

#c;molly #hc;#lovingxmother

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Relation Headcanons

😃 For a general headcanon of our muses 🙇 For someone my muse feels regrets towards 😍 For someone my muse loves romantically 😥 For someone my muse finds annoying 😱 For someone my muse fears 😡 For someone my muse feels attracted towards, but dislikes 👩For someone my muse has familial feelings of any kinds towards 😶 For how I think our muses would get along if they haven’t interacted yet 😵 For an AU with our muses (- n -) For something my muse dislikes about yours 😳 For something my muse likes about yours 😘 For what our muses would be like in a romantic relationship (►˛◄) For what our muses would be like if they were enemies

#why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#get this going while i catch up on everything!