what a wicked way to treat the girl who loves you
♡ pairing: bellatrix lestrange x fem!reader
♡ summary: despite holding the title of bellatrix lestrange’s wife, you’ve never been her priority. the day the dark lord orders you dead, you find out whether your love has counted for anything.
♡ requested: yes | no (catch me simping for characters no one reads or writes for again)
♡ warnings: angst, death mentions, swearing, toxic relationship, sexual implications, yelling
♡ a/n: i found this quote on pinterest n couldn’t stop thinking about it as a fic so this happened and yea ; edit from months later ─ shouldn’t her name in this be bellatrix black since she married the reader ? fml <3
something was wrong with bellatrix lestrange.
that much was clear since the day you met. how she taunted other children at hogwarts, how she now followed the dark lord to the very ends of hell. no doubt, something was darkly and terrible misguided in this woman.
yet for as long as you could remember, you’d stood by her demanding side in mad love with bellatrix lestrange.
and at this moment, that is what bellatrix thought about. she thought about the late nights tangled with you, your begs for her to stay once the deed was done. she thought about the time she’d struck you across the face during an argument and you looked up at her with quivering lips and glossy eyes. the sweet innocence on your face when you’d beamed the words, i do. the memories with you flashed through her demented brain as voldemort asked her to prove her loyalty.
“yes, my lord. i’ll kill y/n l/n.”
you sat on one of the many luxurious couches in malfoy manor. your wife had gone out once again and you were awaiting her arrival with the sweet, blind loyalty you held in your heart for her. “bella?” you jumped up at the sound of her heels clacking against the floor. “speak when spoken to,” she snapped back.
nodding quietly, you noticed bellatrix’s state. it looked as if she’d been crying, her raven curls of hair as if she’d pulled and tugged at them, her pale hands as if they’d been clutching her wand with a terrible fierceness.
“are you okay?” you blurted, without thinking. bellatrix stood over you instantly, eyeing you with an emotion you couldn’t place. “what did i say?” she hissed, her words venom-like. “speak when spoken to,” you whispered, concern melting its way through.
she turned on her heels, leaving your heart beating faster than before and you watched her walk away. tilting your head curiously, you wondered if you should follow.
no, not unless you wanted to be on the receiving end of her troubles.
bellatrix eyed herself in a bejeweled body mirror. “y/n’s never been anything but good to you,” the troubled woman spoke to her own reflection, running hands through her hair and laughing without a hint of humour, “the only one who sees your worth. and what do you do? hurt her, time and time again. vow to kill an angel. what a wicked way to treat the girl who loves you.” she laughed loudly once more and went silent for just a second.
“love is for the weak and the weak die.”
there had never been love nor appreciation in her heart for you, only lust and convenience for a woman much too infatuated to ever leave. there were all the times bellatrix had considered ─ maybe even intended to use ─ the imperio curse on you.
but there was no need. you’d been under her control for as long as she could remember without any force whatsoever.
in the shadows of the corridor, she crept into your bedroom. bellatrix found you tucked into bed, sleeping soundly. given the tissues and unwashed but smeared makeup... she found it likely you’d fallen asleep crying. wand raised, bellatrix took in the sight of your parted lips and innocent breathing. she prepared for the bright green that was about to fill the room, voice steady and painfully determined. “avada...”
for the strangest reason, bellatrix hesitated. an odd feeling overtook the woman’s heart. it was a stinging drop, a pit. she couldn't place it. was it pity? anger? no, it was... a twisted love. it had only taken decades for bellatrix to realise it but she loved you. jaw open, breathing ragged, she shook you awake forcefully. “up! get up!” she shrieked, waking you.
“bella?” you searched the room frantically, frightened and worried. your heartbeat had risen up to your eardrums and you noticed a look you’d never once seen on your wife's face. “darling, what is it?”
“leave at once. i’ll take care of our marital status myself but you will leave at once.”
the raw emotion that filled you was devastation. a horrid, painful lump sat in your throat and your eyes grew wet and hot. “but bellatrix─” she pointed the wand at you and screamed, “i said leave! i don’t want to see your face ever again, leave the entire fucking country, just get the hell out of here!”
betrayed, you gathered your most important belongings and finally left the woman you’d been devoted to for years.
polyjuice potion came in handy when presenting your dead body to lord voldemort.
bellatrix’s loyalty was clear. loyalty to an inevitable life of misery.
did she think about you and the mistakes she made? all the time. she thought now about another life, where she and you could live tranquil. she thought about what you must think of her and what she did that night.
but bellatrix lestrange supposed that her wickedness was nothing new to the girl who loved her. the girl that she too, had grown to love.
