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Nooooo no no no noooo very very bad fic idea no brain NO

I need to focus on the afterthought dammit 😭 GAH

yoongi…my corpse is typing after seeing that video of him lifting weights

#man he is just…#and he does it so effortlessly???#faaack #yoongi #loml

"I have been thinking." Voldemort glanced over at Bellatrix as they entered his rooms, pausing in his words as he removed his heavy outer robe and flung it across the back of a leather armchair. He never much cared for it's weight, but winter's chill was setting in fast, and it was tradition for initiation ceremonies to take place outside.

"Can you believe how much time has passed?" he mused, trusting that Bella would understand what he meant. The Marking ceremony had been a milestone. It had been their eighteen year old grandson, the younger of Delphini's two children, receiving the Mark.

"We should be proud," he murmured, his mind circling as he drew closer to the fire, closing his eyes as he relished the warmth. Heavy cloaks were never enough for him to remain warm. Not after the horcruxes. He imagined he was more serpentine than he even knew.

"But, back to my thinking," he said, hearing Bella step closer. "We have so much time ahead, still, and so much has passed. We have made such sacrifices, and taken such steps -" he opened his eyes, turning to Bella. "I know," he said softly, softer than he thought capable of, "that Rod has only been in the ground three years this January. But it seems foolish not to offer -" he shook his head. "Ah, but perhaps I am too focused on tradition. It is just as likely you have no desire for such things."

-asktheheirofslytherin (inspired by that marriage ask a few days ago)

How she'd looked forward to this, finally retiring at the end of such a joyous day. With Him. She too began peeling off her layers, eyes already heavy with slumber tempting her arrival. As impressive as she looked for her age (which she attributed to her lifestyle staying fit), and how physical she was, now that she was older, Bellatrix appreciated relaxation and allowing her bones rest more than she ever had in her life. Listening to him speak, she smiled warmly at him. The Dark Lord was not by any means a great one for sentiment. That had never bothered her much, as strong as her passion was mushiness was hardly a factor. So in the rare times he talked like that, it'd always touched her soul. "We've spent many, many years together now, my Lord. We've conquered, and built something else wonderful in the process.. completely by accident. How fortunate that was." She moved closer once in her nightgown, the back of her hand gently stroking his cheek as the unoccupied arm snaked around him from behind, she rest her own cheek on his shoulder. "Proud is an understatement for me, my Lord." At first, Bellatrix had no idea where her master was going with this speech, and when he mentioned her late husband her heart sank. That had been far more difficult to live through than she'd ever considered it would be. Part of her always expecting they may die together in battle. "My Lord, I don't- I'm afraid I don't understand." she cocked her head to the side, confused. Surely he couldn't be suggesting... Pondering for just a moment it was clear, he was. When the realization hit, Bellatrix was so overwhelmed by emotion that if he hadn't meant that. Well, then this would become a very humiliating exchange. Her face drained of any hint of color, heart hammering everywhere a pulse could be felt. She moved to stand in front of him and large, heavy tears streamed down before she realized they were coming. And she was at a loss for words, struggling to get a word out. She appeared as though she may pass out, or have a heart attack. "You-" Bella was sucking air in and breathing out mindfully. "You can't joke about this sort of thing." @asktheheirofslytherin

#could he be so cruel to get her hopes up like this #faaack #:(#this is too much i got v emotional writing this #bellamort #hhhhhfufoeieofbeof