Reflection...it's our soul trying to break free

Indie Bellatrix Lestrange Semi Selective au canon friendly

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I’ve forgotten how tumblr works tbfh

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I really need to write down my log in details

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OMG I REMEMBERED MY LOG IN DETAILS DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF THE STRESS?? I HAD TO SEARCH EVERY SINGLE NOTEBOOK I OWN FOR THIS

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Starters for the murder couples... {POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNING}

“I thought I told you to kill him/her?”

“You have blood on your cheek.”

“The prisoner is yours before the sun comes up.”

“Please, can I kill them?”

“No! You can’t kill this one!”

“I need your help. The body’s too heavy.”

“I don’t know why I stay with you?”

“Are you fucking stupid?!”

“Didn’t I tell you to take care of them?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of it.”

“God! You couldn’t have picked a skinnier person to kill?”

“I’ll get the mop!”

“I’ll get the saw.”

“You know the drill.”

“You lure them in and I’ll knock ‘em out.”

“We kill people and then we fuck. It’s our thing.”

“I lure them in and you knock 'em out.”

“Do I have blood on my face?”

“I thought you said you were going to clean up the mess?!”

“This is your mess, you clean it up.”

“Let’s keep him/her for a few days.”

“The cops are coming.”

“They’re going to find out it’s us eventually.”

“We’re like Bonnie and Clyde.”

“I’ve been shot.”

“It’s not bad! You’re gonna make it! You just gotta stay awake.”

“Please don’t leave me.”

“We’ll stick to our story.”

“I’ll take the life in prison/death penalty. I won’t let you go to jail.”

“You’re my Bonnie.”

“I’m your Clyde.”

“Was it worth it? All this blood?”

“Yeah. It was a good time.”

“I’ll see ya on the other side.”

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Mr Brooks Sentence Starters (TW: MURDER)

“Why do you fight it so hard, ___?”

“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference.”

“I don’t enjoy killing, ___. I do it because I’m addicted to it.”

“I thought the dinner was fantastic but I was not too fond of the dessert. Would you like to stop and get something sweet?”

“The hunger has returned to ____’ brain. It never really left.”

“Finding someone you think would be fun to kill is a bit like, well it’s a bit like falling in love. You meet a lot of candidates, and you like some of them, and they’re nice. But they’re not right. And that special one comes along, and your heart beats faster, and you know that’s the one.”

“She/He did it, didn’t she/he?”

“It’ll take the cops a week to ten days to put their case together, and then… and then they will come back and arrest her/him”

“What are you going to do?”

“Oh, God. Oh, God. I was afraid of this since before she/he was born. She/he has… she/he has what I have.”

“But you were always smart about it. She/He was stupid. She/He did it because she/he got off - okay, I understand. She’s/He’s in it for fun - okay, I understand. But why didn’t she/he think it through? A hatchet? And she/he left it there.”

“What are we doing here, tonight?”

“We drive around until we see someone we think we might enjoy killing…”

“Can it be somebody that I know?”

“No. You never kill someone you know. It’s the easiest way to get caught.”

“Even if that guy was charming and funny, I still wouldn’t like him.”

“Maybe he’ll get killed crossing the street. Save us the mess of doing it.”

“Before I was the ____ Killer, Mr. Smith, I killed a lot of people in a lot of different ways.”

“Don’t kid yourself, ___. You’re going to kill again.”

“What was your first time like?”

“I’ve been watching that couple for months. Yeah, they like to make love with the blinds open. Sometimes I would take pictures; visual aids for later. It’s a great way to get off, I’ll tell you that. It was fun, I thought, until I saw you kill them”

“___, you know what would make me feel really safe right now? If you got hit by a truck and died!”

“Don’t worry. If I were here to kill you, you would already be dead”

“For all the taxes we pay, you’d think they’d make it more difficult to hack into the police personnel file.”

“Would it bother you to kill a woman?”

“An asshole is still and asshole.”

“You always want to invest in things people can’t do without. Water and cemeteries… pretty safe bets.”

“Why did you become a cop?”

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After surviving the war and earning her pardon’s from the Ministry of Magic due to rehabilitation. Narcissa had Bellatrix admitted to St Mungo’s for a physical reboot, so to speak. Her hair still has it’s untamable looks though the knots have been removed, it’s once thin and lifeless strands now shine healthily with a luscious thickness. Bellatrix’s teeth were beyond cleaning so a combined spell of Episky and a beauty charm was used to regrow her teeth into a pearly fresh set of gnashers, though Bellatrix would never admit it. The treatment was absolute agony. Even though the Dark Witch no longer cared for her physical appearance as much as she did her reputation, Narcissa believed looking like her former self before the madness of her life started, it would help her sister mentally.

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The elder of the two guffawed at Cissy placing the glass back down. Bellatrix didn’t care if it was breaking dawn with the birds tweeting their welcome to the morning sun. She wouldn’t refuse a drink, especially one that had a lovely collection of tastes! “I think you may have done well with that Elf, Cissy. This drink is simply divine, I must have more of it!” The drink was swallowed with a mouthful, some of the liquid tricklings down her chin from the haste. She couldn't help but panic that Cissy would steal the glass away and pour the wonder away due to her nature. "Elf! Bring me another!" She demanded with a hiccup caught in her throat from the strength. "Oft, dearie, I may be ageing on the inside because I believe that one glass has given me terrible indigestion."

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Favourite family member?

Bellatrix grumbled under her breath. Why did she leave her cup of tea unattended? Veritaserum was a deadly potion when placed into the wrong hands and for once in her life, the Witch agreed with the Ministry of Magic for restricting the bloody thing. What happened to good old torture? 

“My favourite family member is my Cissy. Who else would there be?” Bellatrix felt somewhat relieved to be asked such a simple question...but that damn thing was like an axe to the brain, leaving a gaping wound for everything to spill out. “Draco? Oh, he’s a close second. My darling nephew may irritate me highly with his cocky little smirk and How Mighty Am I attitude he got from his miserable excuse of a father, but I still love the little brat nonetheless.”

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Romantic Royalty Starters

“I want to unlace your corset slowly.”

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you from across the ball room.”

“Not any jewel in the entire kingdom could compare to you.”

“I cannot marry that man. He smells of rank meat!”

“I cannot marry that woman. Her voice causes dogs to howl!”

“I need you in my life. I am incomplete without you.”

“We could retire to my suite. No one would know.”

“May I suggest a walk in the garden? The roses are in bloom.”

“I will slay anything that dares to harm you, my love.”

“There are secret passages. Come! We haven’t a moment to spare.”

“I will marry you. I shall make it happen. Somehow.”

“How long would it take to remove all those layers?”

“My crown is heavy. It feels lighter when you’re around.”

“If you go to war we will not be together…”

“Nothing matters if we are not allowed to be in each other’s arms.”

“Our parents are fools.”

“I do not care if our nations are at war.”

“It drives me mad that no one will leave us alone!”

“When we are not together, I am pained to my very soul.”

“We must pretend not to feel anything. They cannot know about us.”

“Forgive me…”

“We shall be happy together, forever.”

“I know that fairy tales cannot come true but I feel that one may have.”

“You are so magnificent on the dance floor.”

“You sparkle even without the jewelry.”

“I have never seen a more eloquent creature.”

“This maybe the wine talking, but you are glorious.”

“I’ll never look at another.”

“I’m blushing…”

“I will fight for you.”

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Send ♮and I will place my music player on shuffle to make a playlist to represent each of the following listed below.

a song that represents our muses in general.

a song that represents what mine thinks of yours.

a song that represents what yours thinks of mine.

their theme song if they ever fell in love/became friends.

their theme song if they are enemies or were to become enemies.

what my muse would sing or play at your muses funeral.

For the next five asks, my muse cannot tell a lie.

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The Handmaids Tale~

Head kept straight, eye’s castes floor ward, body held rigid and hands clasp together and in front of her. Her linen black smock dress and clean white apron were new and still freshly laundry to make a good first impression. Even as the starch white collar itched her neck, her tight Mary-Jane’s pinched her toes and the chin strap to her headdress strangled her, Hermione made the perfect picture of a demure and docile Muggle-born.

The Dark Lord waved his hand towards Hermione showing her off to the black hair and hooded eye Witch. Protocol for being in his presence usually was to lay flat on the ground with ones nose to the floor until spoken to. However this was different he cared for his Death Eater to look at his present he had bought her.

His pale head inclined as he spoke, “May I present to you Hermione. She is the best Handmaid skilled in the usually domesticated chores, has master the side Apparition if there is need to take her along, young enough to learn her new mistresses wants and able body to preform any physical demands.”

The Dark Lord lips pinched in a leering smirked, “As well as talented if you rather not bother to brew a pick-me-up potion.”

Here Hermione knuckles turned white. How would her new mistress take this news. It was well known that Muggle-born’s were banned from preforming any form of magic. However the whole reason Muggle-born’s made good personal servants was that their wand carries overlords didn’t bat an eye when they did the little things they cared not to do themselves. 

The Dark Lord knew this himself and Hermione was surprised he sought her out as a gift. Wondering if he looked the other way on this over sight before?

“Call it a gift for all your years of service Bella.” Said Lord Voldemort glances over to Hermione who seized up in the light of his eye sight.

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Bellatrix remained well postured during her Lord’s speech, well, in typical Bellatrix fashion that is. Her slanted head peaked with curiosity, rocking slightly on her heeled boots with her body leaning towards her Lord’s direction. Out of habit more than anything.

With the new world, Bellatrix’s intense loyalty and questionable love towards the Dark Lord would always remain but it seemed that she had a more respectful control over it. The dark witch didn’t have to spend nearly every single minute of her life trying to please him or follow orders simply because there wasn’t much to do nowadays. They had won the war, the Wizarding World was under His command so what exactly had Bellatrix had to do anymore other than enjoy the new platform of life he had given and apparently, new toys so to speak,

“A gift? For me, my Lord?” She hadn’t found the use for a servant herself, Cissy was the one who dealt with all that nonsense as far as Bellatrix was concerned but this was Hermione Granger, a mudblood and one deemed below even House Elves, but still Hermione Granger. One of the Golden Trio and the little brat who bested her once upon a time. 

Malfoy Manor, the time Bellatrix spent days filled with remorse over her grand failure. Yes, she killed the vile little creature Dobby but that was only a small victory in comparison to what was happening at the time. 

The witch turned her attention to the new slave,...servant, and didn’t bother to hide the wide grin of dark excitement on her face. The uniform, hair, right down to the shoes had Bellatrix giggling like a child as she pulled at the fabric with interest, trying before she bought so to speak. "She'll do splendid my Lord, I shall call her Muddy considering she already has that name tag upon her body." 

"Little Muddy, that suits you just fine, doesn't it?" Bellatrix asked Hermione with wide eyes and another bought of laughter.

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Cold

Tonk’s rabbit Patronus hopped by her heels as she followed Mad-Eye through the damp, dark halls of Azkaban, past rows and rows of cells. They were meant to be escorting out a prisoner being released, but she had to wonder what anyone could do with their life after being kept here. Just the screams of sorrow were heartbreaking enough; what it would feel like to have the full effect of the Dementors bear down constantly was unthinkable. Although she tried not to look, Tonks found herself glancing in through the bars of the cells as the shivering, miserable prisoners. Who would ever dare break the law, if they knew they’d end up in this place?

Yet, as she passed one of the cells, Tonks paused, halted by the sight of a familiar face or, rather, a face so very similar to one she knew dearly. Mad-Eye stopped too, and even though he failed to glance back she could almost feel his magic eye glaring back at her. “Get a move on, Nymphadora!” he snapped, but she shook her head.

“I’ll catch up,” she whispered, transfixed by the sight of the woman in the cell. Mad-Eye grunted, but continued to hobble down the passage. Tonks was silent a moment, eyes narrowing. “You’re Bellatrix Lestrange?”

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Her bones were chilled to the core from the constant heavy winds and spray from the thunderous sea below. She hated the ocean with a passion now, more than the bloody Dementors that crept past her cell each night, those shadowy blank faces held nothing but so much evil at the same time, yes she hated the sea more now. Something that brought joy to many, calming zen to others. She hated it, the constant taste of salt that would coat her cracked lips and rub into the raw skin on her wrists.

The other screams and cries from her fellow inmates drowned out a long time ago, Bellatrix thought her mind was already a shambles as it was, she didn’t need anything else cluttering it up. All she would think of, search and dream of was her Lord’s return, because he would return...someday. Someday soon he would come to her aid, release her from the wretched hell hole that was Azkaban.

‘Get a move on, Nymphadora’

That was a new sound to be heard, Bellatrix thought to herself as she looked away from the only beautiful sight in her cell, her Dark Mark, and saw a head of pink and a face of confusion? curiosity? anger? She wasn’t sure, but what Bellatrix was certain of was who the person was.

“Looky looky here then, has my little sprog of a niece come to visit her Aunty Bella?” Bellatrix stood with quivering legs but managed to stand tall with her chin raised and a wide grin, her broken teeth glaring in the moonlight. “Well, don’t be scared Nymphadora, come closer so I can see just how big you’ve grown!” 

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“Whatever family drama is going on between the rest of you and Sirius I don’t want to be involved.  If any of you have something to say to him tell him yourself I’m not a bloody owl,” Remus told the older witch who had pinned him against a wall in one of the corridors.  “I have nothing to do with his personality or issues with your family and would appreciate not being drawn into it, thank you.”  He told her while fishing around for his wand in his pocket anticipating having to protect himself from an incoming hex or curse.

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“Oh, my dear boy. You have everything to do with the family affairs.” Bellatrix tutted as the end of her wand tapped the bridge of Remus’s nose in a taunting manner. She had heard of the little group Sirius had taken with during his school time, Mauraders they called themselves. It had her and Roldophus laughing deep from their guts in manic laughter at how the four deemed themselves some sort of popular, high-end wizards when in fact, well, in Bellatrix’s mind, little boys playing with toys. “Sirius himself had you pushed into our affairs from the moment he said hello to you, and as much as you hate the idea, you have no choice anymore. Just being his friend is enough. Now, I would like for you to tell me why my aunt is calling him a dog, not as an insult...though he is on a mutt’s level now, consorting with you lot.”

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;; – He understands the caution. Lately nowadays if anyone that isn’t family offered him anything, he never took it himself. Even then, he’s not too fond of anyone but his mother. Narcissa’s company has always been a safe place for him, and the mention of her brought wonder on why she didn’t show up for Bellatrix. The cup was placed on the table between their chairs instead.

“She didn’t mention those plans. I’m sure she would have met you there if I wasn’t ready to unhinge my mind from my body four times over already. I don’t even remember the week after.”

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The awkward sense of needing to support the boy at his words... Bellatrix wasn’t the type of to dish out the comforting pats on the back of some sobbing individual, wiping the tears away, offer cups of tea as her nephew was right now. To her, caring and empathy were weaknesses, showing the heart was as dangerous as going into battle without armour and over the many many years that had passed, that particular batch of emotions was drilled out of her mind by senseless beatings or curses. Azkaban certainly helped to rid any shred of humanity that lingered also. Washed away on the violent sea breeze and sucked from her body by the dementors on their random sessions.

“Of course, she didn’t. Cissy isn’t one to share details of something such as this.” Bellatrix glanced in his direction, mulled it over for a moment before sighing. She took the cup and if Draco looked at her long enough, he might spot the brief smile of thanks, she hoped he couldn’t. “She wouldn’t want to risk you finding out, Draco. Your life has been risked enough as it is, though I’m sure you would have joined if you could.” Another brief smile towards her nephew, she hid it behind the cup. “Enough about that, how is-  how are you dealing with everything?”