#cissatrix

[shipcest-f-f]

[viagiordano]

Holy Hollyhead Harpies — 6 year AO3 hiatus, now back with something totally different…

(Dis)Embodied

In the new millennia, Hermione is thriving at the DMLE together with Harry and Ron. All that remains of her cursed scar is a dull ache she’s able to manage— until, on a day as any other, her fingers accidentally brush Narcissa Malfoy’s at the Ministry, re-awakening a twisted obsession Hermione never asked to inherit.

Rating: Explicit | Graphic Depictions of Violence

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Hermione Granger (Minor), Hermione Granger & Andromeda Black Tonks

[motherfuckingmaneater]

Bellatrix is exhausted. Her Master who is stood at a height above all others moves with an eery fluidity like a wraith. He sweeps into Malfoy Manor with her in his arms. He is drenched from plucking her from the waters and she is unmoving. Tears spill without hesitation from Narcissa's eyes and she follows where no others do, heels clipping the floors. Voldemort spells open doors to his own wing wandlessly and nonverbally and Narcissa doesn't ask to enter. 

Is she. . ?

Fine. He utters only one word, gazing down onto the face of the only being alive he has ever cared for aside from himself, the only person he has ever adored. Nagini hisses at Narcissa but Voldemort silences her with a single sharp hiss in return and so the snake retreats. 

Narcissa is already fretting, listing mentally every potion she will need, every healing spell she can think of. Voldemort is already ahead of her. He has them both dried in an instant and she is encased in a magic so strong the colour is immediately coming to her face. 

He leaves them be, both sisters to each other's company. Narcissa remains by her sister's side until her eyes blink open, weary and tired. Bellatrix smiles and Narcissa dissolves to tears once more. 

Why are you crying? Bellatrix asks wearily, am I so hideous as that?

Not hideous, dear heart, never hideous. I have missed you. I have loved you, I have spelled magic to the heavens for your health.

Narcissa spends the night curled to her sister's side and Bellatrix relishes her warmth. Voldemort does not appear for the night and even if he did, Narcissa does not think she would have it in herself to give up her space beside the witch she loves most in this wretched world. 

By morning Bellatrix finally eats - though it is not much. She has grown used to starving. Narcissa detangles her long waves and they sit prettily once more, though they don't quite shine the way they used to as though stars and silk were weaved through them. Her skin is scrubbed clean, she has started to look like herself again. Her face is still beautiful, but her cheeks are hollow, her eyes don't glitter as they used to, brilliant tarnished silver doesn't shine yet. 

Narcissa spends the next few days catching Bellatrix up with everything that's happened. Bellatrix listens and nods and she doesn't say a word. Only when Narcissa tells her of Cygnus' death does she react. She is gone in a flash - for hours Narcissa is worried sick. Lord Voldemort has appeared that very day amidst the storm raging outside, Narcissa wringing her fingers as she paces. He calms her quietly, Narcissa tells him everything. By the time he returns it is morning and Bellatrix is in his clutches. 

Narcissa watches from a distance as Lord Voldemort speaks in hushed whispers to her older sister, as he leans just a little into her and how she says nothing. She watches as Lord Voldemort touches his knuckles beneath Bellatrix's jaw, how he tips his head a little as he speaks with her. 

They have always had such a unique bond, she thinks to herself, even when Bella was scarcely sixteen. They have always been so very good at forgetting the presence of others with their hushed voices and their shared glances that only the other seems to know the meaning of, and the steps they take in tandem with one another as they pass corridors lost in conversation to each other no one else seems to comprehend. Narcissa watches with a jolt to her stomach as her sister leans just a little more into him as she speaks and Voldemort answers her in a kiss. Her gaze instantly drops like a caught child, retreating to the dining spaces as jealousy burns through her — but before long, Bellatrix has returned to her side and so all is right. 

She says nothing as Narcissa takes her back upstairs, as the younger of them orders the elf to bring them lunch. Narcissa is weary, Bellatrix can tell, but she insists. So Narcissa’s recollection carries on. They spend the next few nights in a bed they share together. Narcissa bites her lip from asking the question she wants to ask, but Bellatrix can read it from her mind. 

Do you still love me? Bellatrix shifts closer. She merely nods and then finally, she kisses her. Narcissa melts against her, yearning fingers clutch desperately, they feel the smoothness of her skin and slenderness of her arms. 

Narcissa kisses her again and again until her lips are sore. Bellatrix drinks in every kiss, she familiarises herself with her body once more. Narcissa still feels the same, long lean limbs, silver hair, soft skin, soft lips. They’re a tangle of one another night after night. It takes time but she’s worth it. She will always be worth it — and after all, they’re all they have left. 

[danquill]

the endless, coarse black mass writhed against her scalp like a living thing, each strand contracting, transforming the texture; she could almost feel it happening follicle by follicle as the the wild, matted tangles smoothed out, lightened. The weight of it, changing, becoming bushy brown curls. The transformation crept down the length of the strands now, like a slow-motion film of black ink dissolving in water, running backwards back into the bottle. Forty-two seconds. That’s all it ever took.

all the sordid things (you’d like to do) — kinktober 2019 — on AO3.

[fugamalefica]

I ship Bellatrix with all three of the Malfoys.

[crucioslut]

The arrival of Rodolphus and Bellatrix Lestrange following their escape had been an adjustment, for everybody involved. To say the very least. Nobody could have prepared the Malfoys for this, and their discomfort towards their long-term guests was evident. Narcissa did her best to lead as quiet and clean of a life she possibly could whilst being closely affiliated with the darkest magic and most brutal carnage taking place in the wizarding world to date. Appearances were everything to the aristocratic witch, and even if things were less than savoury, she always would remain in control. At least, she would always appear that way.

This circumstance had left all of the Malfoys feeling rather.. out of control. Like at any moment something horrific could take place, be it by the hands of Aurors infiltrating their home and seizing the Lestranges, or indeed by Bellatrix herself, who had become ever more volatile during her lengthy imprisonment. It'd been three weeks now. Once strikingly beautiful, the middle-aged witch was only a ghost of her former glory. A stark reminder. Yes, some of her beauty still remained in tact. Hair still black like ink, heavy with thick. Lips full, eyes dark and sultry. Important wits had been preserved, too. Yet it was obvious just how much Bella's psyche had suffered.

By the time Bellatrix dragged herself out of bed to haunt down the stairs on her tip toes and join the rest of the family, it was noon. She would find Rodolphus, Narcissa, Draco and Lucius sat around the table. Narcissa's ice blues pierced her sister exhibiting disapproval. Bellatrix scoffed, stretching and yawning rather obnoxiously still in her night gown and hair a mess of tangles as she padded through the dining hall in bare feet. Crossing behind Draco, the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight up when he smelled hit aunt's perfume then felt her arm around him and her lips on his cheek. "Morning, little Dragon." Instantly, his eyes shot to his mother. At the head of the table, Lucius shifted uncomfortably. Just her presence alone could render a room tense enough to cut. "Bellatrix. So nice you've decided to join us. At.. What is it, half past noon?" Lucius said, watching her closely, full of judgement. "Awwe, well thanks, Lucy! You've always been an artist when it comes to hospitality." Bellatrix snapped back words dripping in sarcasm. Rodolphus, who hadn't much to say at all since their return snorted out a half-laugh at this. "I was up late, wanker." Bella sat herself down in the empty chair next to Narcissa, wasting no time in pulling the blonde in for an embrace nearly dragging Narcissa right off her chair. "Cissy. Oh, good morning my sweet." Bella squeezed the other witch and pet her hair affectionately. It did feel rather inappropriate in timing, especially given the fact Narcissa had just picked up her fork. "What have you prepared for me today, hm?" One of many requests Bellatrix made was that Narcissa do all the cooking, just for a while. Bella had missed her cooking and the elves just didn't do it the same. Bella held Narcissa close and rocked her back and forth placing quick little kisses all over the side of her temple, whispering in a child-like voice. "I hope you've not forgotten about my chocolate cake."

@anthomaniacs

[deadddoves]

Amphierotic Bloodlines was written in 2010, Kuebiko in 2015, and Crimson Regret in 2020. Although there were five years between all of the books, there is a very noticeable difference in the quality of the first book compared to the other two, to the point where I cannot even bring myself to read it during my rereads anymore because I hate it so much, and that is a problem for me, because this stupid incest trilogy is my legacy apparently, lol. That is primarily why this rewrite is happening. As Crimson Regret is still not finished, that fic obviously takes precedence. This was just an idea I toyed with about a month ago, and rewrote the first chapter off and on. So it will be awhile until it's finished, but in the meantime, I've decided to open it up to the community via the Toujours Pur Discord to help with first reading/betaing since it's not a new story, and spoiling anything isn't an issue. So if you guys are interested, please join and check it out ^_^ The first chapter is already posted.

[cntrl15]

A Black Tea Party

Image from freepik. Text by me.