#thread: bellatrix

[blackleonis]

Closed: @viciouslestrange

Year: 1977

Deep breaths, Regulus. 

His left forearm still stung from getting the Dark Mark a few days prior, pale skin around it a nearly blistering red if he exposed it to the sun for too long. It vaguely itched and it took every ounce of willpower within him to not give in to the temptation, instead focusing on his destination: his cousin’s home. All the Blacks had been there, save for the two holes in the tapestry, and his parents had been so proud that he’d taken the mark that Regulus could ignore his pain and fear. Now, though, he’d meet with Bellatrix and go on his first real mission. 

Now, he was a true Death Eater. Regulus wasn’t sure if the pounding of his heart was from excitement or nerves.

Fuck, you’ve already tortured a guy near death to prove yourself. How hard can this be? 

He took a steadying breath and knocked at Bellatrix’s door, waiting a moment before letting himself in and calling out, “Bella? It’s Reg. Are you ready?”

[rodolphus-wil]

with some class | closed

@bellatrix-whoisleft​

Rodolphus figured out almost instantly that being on the run must have been a miserable existence. During his training missions for the infamous group of blood purists, those they tortured always seemed to be holed up in a run down bungalow with peeling wallpaper, and a stench of decay and death. At first, Rod believed that it was just bad luck or somewhere that the Death Eaters took them as a means to make them more unhappy. He quickly realised that these criminals seemed to think it was safer to hide among filth, that no one would look for them there.

And all Rodolphus could think was that they were incredibly inconsiderate. Of course they were going to be found, and they didn’t even have the common decency to pick somewhere lavish – or at the very least, clean – to be tortured in. The latest mission, one he shared with Bellatrix Black, was seemingly no different. Rodolphus stood in the back, trying to stay as far away from any surface as possible when the man they were… painfully questioning vomited. On his shoes.

Repulsive.

It took all of his willpower to not kill the man then and there. But the grotesque human was supposedly useful and he left the mission with his betrothed feeling unsatisfied and disgusted. His manor was a welcome change as he stripped off his robe and headed for the bathroom. Rodolphus only barked a passing order to a House Elf to get Bella a drink whilst he cleaned up, not bothering to look back at her. Sometimes she stayed, other times she didn’t. It didn’t concern him either way.

When Rodolphus believed he had rid himself of all the germs and dirt he’d acquired from the last mission, he dressed in his most casual attire – a suit that cost far less than the rest – and made his way back down to the foyer. He was quick to spot Bella in one of the reading rooms and he coughed, simply to announce his arrival. “I apologize, darling.” He started, gesturing to the House Elf that he wanted a drink. “If that creature ever ceases to be an asset, you will pass the information on, won’t you?”

[regulus-wil]

vague correspondence | bella

Dear Bella, [ @bellatrix-whoisleft ]

I feel like I barely saw you this summer. Father told me you were busy with something but wouldn’t go into any more detail so I suspect it was important. I really do hope you are well. I feel like we might have kept missing each other. I was… preoccupied. But I should have made an effort to see you, I apologise. Your absence at Hogwarts is definitely noted.

I wouldn’t exactly call this a catch up letter. I was spoiled over the summer with access to father’s library and I find the Hogwarts literature rather lacking. I don’t know how feasible this is, restrictions and nosey owl snatchers but I thought perhaps you could provide a suggestion, or at least some insight as to how you coped with this schools restrictive rules when it comes to genuine interest.

I hope to hear from you soon.

Your cousin,

R.A.B

[entrepreneur-prewett]

@unyielding-black​  mafia au the shade

It would have been easier to leave the children up in the flat, but life didn’t seem to agree. Bill was in one of his moods and refused to watch his siblings for five seconds, instead pouting in his room with the door locked. Charlie insisted on being at Molly’s side, which resulted in him, Percy, and the twins running around the bar while Molly sat and tried to do work. The excel sheets she had were off, but the numbers that were off were being difficult to find. She should’ve sorted the sheets by last name, not just added people as they got into her ring. She really had to fix that.

She pinched the bridge of her nose as she tried to keep herself in a relative state of calm, zooming in on the sheet and looking through the profits. Whoever hadn’t paid her would get an earful, if she was feeling merciful. If not--

“Mum!” A small body crashed into her leg, and Molly groaned audibly, looking down to Percy’s curly hair. Behind him, Fred and George were snickering, and Charlie was no where to be seen.

“Mummy is working, children. What could possibly be the matter now?”

“Charlie keeps throwing his dragons at me!” Percy complained. “It hit my nose!”

Molly sighed and closed her eyes, praying for some sort of divine intervention--Arthur, her brothers, Bellatrix, even her father, so long as someone distracted her children and let her work in peace.

[blackleonis]

When: Flashback, 1976 Where: Lestrange Manor Who: @viciouslestrange​

True to his word, Regulus didn’t tell a soul about where he was actually going when he left Grimmauld Place the following Monday after his disaster of a first mission. The Dark Lord’s punishment hadn’t been kind, but he’d followed what Bellatrix said and refused to flinch. He had to be stronger to carry the name Black, and a strong person didn’t flinch at loud noises or pain. He still felt sore, tense, days later, but Regulus appeared at his cousin’s front door anyway with his head held high.

Bellatrix said this would leave him sore, that this training would be brutal. Regulus would make himself take it, whether he wanted to or not.

The house elf let him inside to wait, and he stared at the floor while he did so, at the spot Bellatrix had thrown her mask a week ago. That will be the last time you flinch. He couldn’t let her down again. 

[delilah-wilkes-blog]

little jobs | bellatrix & delilah

Delilah enjoyed working for the Death Eaters. She enjoyed the freedom it came with, the security from being hurt in their various attacks and certain immunity when it came to impure behaviour that would certainly be frowned upon by legal organisations. More than anything, Delilah enjoyed getting paid to not do the dangerous stuff most of the time. The worst that had happened to her was getting roughed up by one of the Ministry officials she was trying to chat up, but it still ended up with him being added to the missing persons list, so she hardly saw it as an issue.

But she knew what branded Death Eaters were capable of. She’d heard whispers of the trials and pain involved in actually receiving such a thing, the missions they were sent on. Delilah knew the curses that left their lips and the lack of remorse in their eyes. She didn’t have it either, but she did it for money – she was almost certain most of the Death Eaters that tortured people… did it for fun. Which was why, while she would never think of leaving them, sometimes dealing with certain marked Death Eaters made her uneasy.

Bellatrix Black was one of the worst for it. The one standing at her door currently.

Delilah had never really had much contact with Bella, with the age gap and the fact that the eldest of the Black family clan had only just graduated the summer past. But she’d witnessed her since, had dealings with her once or twice. As terrifying as she was beautiful, Delilah felt both nervous and excited whenever Bellatrix was around. Showing up at her doorstep, however, was a new move. And Delilah barely hid her surprise as she opened the door to see the younger witch.

After a moment, she composed herself and smiled. “Miss Black,” Delilah took her step back, welcoming Bellatrix into her flat. While she wasn’t comfortable with doing so, she knew the risk of showing distrust towards anyone in the organization. A cruel fact of becoming a Death Eater. The pay was great, but your life was not your own. “I wasn’t expecting to see anyone today. Not that your company isn’t welcome, of course.”

@bellatrix-whoisleft​