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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence
  Category:
      F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bellatrix_Lestrange/Narcissa_Malfoy, Bellatrix_Lestrange/Draco_Malfoy,
      Draco_Malfoy/Lucius_Malfoy, Narcissa_Malfoy/Druella_Black, Lucius_Malfoy/
      Narcissa_Malfoy, Andromeda_Black/Bellatrix_Lestrange, Andromeda_Black/
      Narcissa_Malfoy
  Character:
      Bellatrix_Lestrange, Narcissa_Malfoy, Draco_Malfoy, Lucius_Malfoy,
      Druella_Black, Andromeda_Black
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Parent/Child_Incest, Blackcest, Not_Beta_Read, Dubious
      Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-06-04 Completed: 2015-10-12 Chapters: 16/16 Words: 27178
****** And Starward Drifts the Stricken World ******
by SapphireSmoke
Summary
     A collection of 'toujours pur' drabbles; further explanation inside.
     Prompts are accepted.
***** Introduction *****

             [http://sapphiire.startlogic.com/starwardbanner.png]
This fic contains all of the drabbles I have done focusing on the Black family
and its surrounding marital extensions (ie. Malfoy, Lestrange). All of these
stories include incest, some depict sex between minors or sex between an adult
and a minor, while a few others include rape or dubious consent. Please
exercise caution when reading, as some of these things may be triggering.
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These characters are not mine. They belong to the lovely J.K. Rowling, who
would probably need years of therapy if she ever saw what we make them do on a
regular basis.
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ø THIS_FIC_IS_RATED_M_FOR_MATURE ø
If you are not a mature individual, I suggest you go back to playing Pokémon
before I end up scarring you for life. To those of you who gave up on the dream
of catching them all, please note that while this fic is rated M, the ratings
vary from drabble to drabble.
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Each chapter is a standalone piece of short fiction and should be read as such.
Don’t try to make sense of the chaos. Really. Just… don’t.
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All of these drabbles are unbeta’d, so unfortunately that means I can’t blame
the mistakes on someone else. As they were originally comment!fic or tumblr ask
box prompts, I didn’t take them seriously enough to warrant a beta. I still
don’t, actually; take them seriously. They’re just something that cured my
boredom for an hour.
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Most of these drabbles are centered around Bellatrix/Narcissa, as they tend to
star in a large percentage of my perverted little fantasies. However if I am
prompted I will expand my horizons and thus far, Lucius/Draco, Bellatrix/Draco,
Bellatrix/Andromeda, Narcissa/Andromeda, and Druella/Narcissa are also
included.
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This fic will most likely never be marked as completed. This fic will never
have a steady update rate. This fic appreciates reviews, story alerts, and
faves.
Subtle, I know.
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If you wish to prompt me, please do so through my tumblr ask box:
obsessionisthenewblack. The side panel will announce whether I am accepting
prompts at that time, or if my inbox is so overrun that I may explode. I don’t
fill prompts on a schedule or deadline, only when I feel like it, so it could
be a bit of a wait until yours is answered. However I do them in order received
and promise I will get around to them all eventually. Patience is key. Well,
either that or you can beat me into submission with bamboo sticks. Your choice.
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ø ACCEPTED_CHARACTERS_FOR_PROMPTS ø
feel free to mix and match these to create twosomes, threesomes, or foursomes
- any more than that would be a clusterfuck -
Bellatrix Black (Lestrange)
Andromeda Black (Tonks)
Narcissa Black (Malfoy)
Cygnus Black III
Druella Rosier (Black)
Sirius Black
Regulus Black
Walburga Black
Orion Black
Rodolphus Lestrange
Rabastan Lestrange
Lucius Malfoy
Draco Malfoy
Astoria Greengrass (Malfoy)
Scorpius Malfoy
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ø THINGS_I_WILL_NOT_WRITE ø
things that squick me and/or things I just don’t feel like freaking doing
Scat. Genital Torture. Tentacles. Sex With Animals. MPreg. Genderfuck. Furries.
Songfic. Badfic. Crackfic. Wingfic. Extensions to previous drabbles.
Crossovers.
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ANYTHING_ELSE_IS_FAIR_GAME
well, unless it’s something so disastrously fucked up that even I haven’t heard
of it, in which case I applaud your imagination. I make no promises that it’s
doable; however I will let you know either way.
By the way, if you really managed to read this entire intro you get a cookie.
Also, I love you.
***** No One Better Suited *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, public submission
     Rating: m
     For: dexstarr
     Where: deatheatercest drabblethon on livejournal
Her hand snaked through her hair, forcing her to her knees despite her
protests. They were nothing more than pointless babble; futile pleadings that
would once again be ignored. There was never an option; it was only obey or be
tossed aside. If she didn't then her sister would easily find a new toy to play
with and Narcissa didn't think she could handle witnessing that; someone else
tasting what should only be hers. But she had to try, for this seemed far too
risky.
Narcissa's cheeks burned with embarrassment as her knees smacked against the
cool marble flooring, reminding her once again that she was nothing more than a
willing slave. It wasn't always like this; sometimes they were gentle with each
other in the privacy of their own homes… but not now, not tonight. Tonight
Bellatrix commanded obedience and quick release, shushing her protests
automatically. "Shhh, pet," she purred, running her fingers through her
sister's hair possessively. "Just do what you're told. You know how I hate it
when you ramble senselessly."
They weren't senseless rambles; they were legitimate fears. Party goers were
heard clearly in the parlor, her husband and son amongst them, celebrating the
holidays. The two sisters were in the hallway over, Bellatrix pressed up
against the wall as she held Narcissa a mere half a foot from the apex between
her thighs, and if someone were to come around the corner they would surely be
caught. Narcissa tried to plead; there were bedrooms after all, but Bellatrix
just hushed her again impatiently, gripping her hair so tightly it felt like it
would surely be ripped out before forcing her face between her thighs.
There were no options. There never were.
"Fuck me, Cissy. Or I'll find someone else better suited," she told her
harshly. So Narcissa obeyed, as always. Someone better suited. There was no one
else better suited, not even Bellatrix's own husband. Only she could make her
sister cry out obscenities and plead for release. Only she could make her eyes
glaze over and touch the heaven she would never be welcomed into come death.
Only she treated her sister like the goddess that she was.
Bellatrix groaned softly as Narcissa pleased her with her mouth; she bucked her
hips against her face, swore relentlessly, and raked her jagged nails along her
scalp as her release drew closer. Bellatrix's head was banging against the
wall, her bosom heaving, and Narcissa couldn't help the pride that welled up in
her for it. Only she could do this to her. Only her. And when Bellatrix came on
her face, gasping her name into the emptiness of the hallway as she held onto
her, Narcissa smiled.
But she was suddenly dragged to her feet roughly, and a slap to her face was
delivered that left her cheek stinging. "What have I told you?" Lucius' angry
voice shouted before shoving her back. Narcissa held her cheek, mouth agape. He
knew, he had always known, but he had never seen until now.
"Now, now Lucius, green doesn't suit you," Bellatrix said with a chuckle as she
fixed her dress, cocking her head to the side as she peered at him. There was a
noticeable pause before she took two steps towards the man until her fingers
were around his throat, her lips pressed to his ear before she sneered, "And if
you dare touch my sister again, I'll rip off your balls and use them as the
decoration on the tree."
Lucius was thrown back heavily into the wall, forgotten instantly. Bellatrix
turned to Narcissa and leaned in, kissing her softly on the lips as her thumb
stroked her stinging cheek protectively. "Happy Christmas, Cissy."
Narcissa may be a willing slave, but Bellatrix had always known how to treat
those most loyal to her.
- FIN -
***** The Taste of Narcissism *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: lucius/draco, (nothing specified)
     Rating: m
     For: wondertwinc
     Where: tumblr
Draco was the perfect embodiment of a pureblooded son. He was a beautiful boy;
tall and strong like his father with features that mirrored his mother. He had
an incredible amount of dignity, holding himself with honor and grace whilst
doing what was expected of him. He was good at that, his boy; doing what was
expected of him. Because of his father's encouragement, Draco was now one of
the top students in his year, and Lucius couldn't have been prouder. Though
whether those grades were due to merit or bribery, Lucius did not know nor
care. It was merely the results that mattered, not the means; he had taught
that very philosophy to Draco in this very room when he was only six years old.
Now, this room taught very different things to his son.
Lucius couldn't exactly remember when or how this all started, though he's
liable to blame a heavy amount of ale and his wife, for she cared nothing of
pleasuring him ever since her damned sister came back from Azkaban. Narcissa
had always had quite the unhealthy infatuation and it enraged him so; to come
second best to filth like Bellatrix. But it was of no matter in the long run,
not really. Narcissa was never what Lucius truly wanted in life; she was merely
part of the charade.
Lucius was more than aware about his narcissism problem; he thought himself to
be a rather gorgeous specimen of the male species and he spent more time than
any woman in front of the mirror, making himself look just so. Appearances made
the man, after all. It was something he prided above all else, and why
shouldn't he? But Lucius didn't realize how deep his own infatuation with
himself went; how dangerous and alluring, how sick and greedy it all truly was…
at least, not at first.
And then he took to fucking his own son.
Draco, always the eager boy when it came to pleasing his father, never
questioned it. Perhaps he had a bit of a narcissism complex himself. It was
easy to see themselves reflected in each other's eyes. Though most of Draco's
facial features clearly resembled those of his mother, everything else about
the boy was all Lucius' genes. He was, quite honestly, the most stunning
creature Lucius had ever set eyes on and he quickly became infatuated with the
feeling of fucking something that was part him.
Draco was, after all, the perfect son; and nothing but perfection came from
someone as grand as Lucius Malfoy.
It was delicious, the way his son would cry out when he filled him; he was
tighter than any woman Lucius had ever been with, even after all these years.
It was arousing, the way he would gasp "Father" after the first thrust;
something that should have made Lucius feel dirty, yet instead made him feel
rather powerful. It was mesmerizing, the way Draco would move beneath him; arse
held high as he pushed against his father's hips, encouraging to go deeper,
harder, faster. And it was perfection; the way Draco would pump his cock in
need whilst Lucius spilt his seed inside of him, the boy desperate to get off
right after his father had.
Because Lucius would always come first – those that are beautiful always came
first – and Draco, unfortunately, was and would only ever be half the man that
his father was.
- FIN -
***** Flecks of Gold *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, eyes
     Rating: g
     For: i-require-your-pimpcane
     Where: tumblr
All of Narcissa's life she had heard the whispers, the questions; rumors that
her eldest sister tried to assure her had no bearing on anything. But it was
bound to be scrutinized; a blonde Black, no one had ever heard of such a thing.
The Black family was known for their dark beauty; dark eyes, dark hair.
Bellatrix and Andromeda would look practically identical, if not for the
slightly lighter shade of brown Andromeda had, and the softness that her eyes
held when she smiled at you.
It made Narcissa feel ashamed; to be the topic of such idle gossip amongst the
elitists. Many were sure their mother had strayed from her marriage, but
Druella denied the nasty rumors. Their father never said much on the matter,
which made Narcissa fearful that even he thought it to be true. It was no
secret that she was his least favorite daughter; he was always doting on
Bellatrix and Andromeda and conveniently leaving Narcissa to her own devices.
It made Narcissa feel rather alone; less like herself, less like she was a part
of a family that to her, meant the world.
Bellatrix found her crying in her bedroom one night; the night she had debated
running away. She thought it was obvious she didn't belong there, but Bellatrix
seemed to think otherwise. She took her hand, bringing her to the mirror that
stood atop her vanity and asked what she saw. Narcissa replied, tearfully, that
she saw nothing, because that was how she felt; abandoned, worthless. If she
wasn't a Black, she didn't who she was anymore. She wasn't worth anything
anymore.
"Look at our eyes," Bellatrix instructed her, pressing her breasts against her
back as she held her forearms in a gesture meant to comfort, but only seemed to
feel rather possessive. That was her sister's nature though. He sister's touch
filled her with warmth though and so Narcissa looked, trying to see what
Bellatrix saw. After a moment she shrugged rather lifelessly.
"They're brown."
"With flecks of gold," Bellatrix pointed out purposefully. "Like father; like
all of the Blacks. Aunt Walburga told me once that was the indicator of our
status; our bloodline. The gold indicates our wealth. Sirius and Regulus have
the same color, haven't you noticed?"
Narcissa shook her head.
"It doesn't matter what color your hair is, Cissy; that doesn't define who you
are. It's our eyes; it's always been our eyes. Everyone who says stuff about
it, they're just jealous prats. They're jealous that you're the most
breathtaking pureblood the world has ever seen. You're beautiful, Narcissa;
that's all it is. So sod them and their jealousy, yeah? Forget about it."
Narcissa sighed softly, looking at herself in the mirror. She didn't look very
beautiful to her. She could see every flaw that adorned her body, yet when she
turned her eyes towards her sister, it was she who looked to be perfection.
"You're the beautiful one," Narcissa whispered sadly. "Not me."
Bellatrix brushed the hair off of the back of Narcissa's neck, their identical
eyes connecting in the reflection of the mirror as she slowly leaned in.
"You're the most beautiful girl in the world," Bellatrix told her softly before
her lips connected with her skin. Narcissa's eyes fluttered closed, feeling a
strange heat rise up through her body as her heart pounded in her chest. "To
me."
"Really?" Narcissa asked, her voice small; hopefully, yet partly disbelieving.
She opened her eyes and turned her head so she could look at her sister,
needing to see the truth on her face. She found it rather instantly as
Bellatrix smiled at her, cupping her cheek with her palm.
"Really."
- FIN -
***** When Love Lost Its Meaning *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, the night bellatrix gets her dark mark
     Rating: g
     For: anonymous
     Where: tumblr
"Does it hurt?"
"I'm fine," Bellatrix hissed, holding onto her left forearm so tightly that her
nails pieced the skin. Narcissa chewed on her bottom lip in worry as she sat
behind her on the bed, looking over Bellatrix's shoulder at the mark she had
just been branded with a mere two hours previously. It was an honor, she had
said; to be chosen. And maybe it was, but right then it didn't look like it.
Her skin looked raw; burned and charcoaled into the shape of a snake and a
skull. Bellatrix was breathing heavily, no doubt trying to distract herself
from the pain it so obviously gave her as she stared at her mark with an
unreadable expression on her face. It made Narcissa feel sick; that she would
allow someone to do that to her body. Bellatrix's skin used to be flawless; she
was perfection in human form. Not anymore, though. Now, she was forever marked
as belonging to another. Now, she was forever marked as his. Him, who saw her
as nothing more than a soldier, and not like the magnificent creature she truly
was.
It made the pit of Narcissa's stomach burn with jealousy. She hated him, she
hated this whole ordeal. But she kept herself silent; knowing that if she dared
speak a word against the Dark Lord Bellatrix would cut her from her life, no
questions asked. She lived for him, breathed for his cause. Narcissa was
nothing compared to that and though she hated coming second in her sister's
life, she found it was better than never being a part of it all.
Narcissa ran her fingers through dark curls before leaning in, placing hot,
open mouthed kisses underneath her sister's ear. "What are you doing?"
Bellatrix asked flatly, making Narcissa's eyebrows rise. She had thought it was
fairly obvious what she was doing.
"Trying to distract you from the pain," she whispered in her ear before taking
her lobe between her teeth, nibbling on it slightly. She could hear Bellatrix
exhale a hard breath and she smiled against her skin.
"I'm not in any pain."
It was a lie, but Narcissa let her believe it to be true, if that was what she
wanted. She slid her hands around her torso, then up to cup her breasts. "Then
I'm trying to seduce you," she compromised, chuckling softly into her sister's
ear. She went to kiss her again, but Bellatrix turned her head away from her,
her eyes again on the mark that marred her otherwise flawless skin.
"Today isn't about you, Cissy."
Narcissa stopped, a hurt look flashing across her face. She pulled away from
her, a heavy feeling in the pit of her stomach. "I thought everything was about
me," she said in a small voice, trying to mask the rejection she felt. She was
echoing Bellatrix's own words; what she had always said to her, nearly every
day of her life.
"Not anymore."
It sounded regretful, but that didn't matter. Bellatrix's words cut Narcissa up
inside and she felt tears spring to the back of her eyes as she turned her face
away, not wanting her sister to see her cry. She pushed herself off the bed,
realizing with a heavy heart that perhaps she no longer belonged there. It had
always been the two of them; her and Bellatrix against the world. But she was
starting to realize that Bellatrix had someone else to fight the world with
now.
And that killed her inside.
"Cissy…" Bellatrix tried, only now just realizing what she had done as she
heard Narcissa sniffle as she made her way towards the door. She finally tore
her eyes off of her arm to look at her sister, but Narcissa wouldn't meet her
gaze as she grasped the door handle.
"You made your decision, Bella. There's really no use in pretending otherwise,"
Narcissa answered, her voice barely above a whisper as the words stuck in the
back of her throat. She knew this day would come; had been dreading it for
years now, but somehow she didn't think it would be this soon. But perhaps it
was foolish to think that they were forever; after all, when the sun burns out
and the world freezes over, the word will have lost its meaning.
Just as her love did that day.
- FIN -
***** The Imperfection in Perfection *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: druella/narcissa, perfection
     Rating: t
     For: anonymous
     Where: tumblr
     Warning(s): verbal abuse, physical abuse, sexual abuse
"How on earth do you expect to find yourself a proper husband when you look
like you swallowed a bloody cow?" Druella shrieked, looking positively
murderous at the sight of her youngest daughter's rapidly maturing body.
Narcissa tried to wrap her arms around herself, suddenly deep in a pit of self-
loathing and shame, but Druella grasped her daughter's elbow firmly;
fingernails breaking the skin as she began to forcefully drag Narcissa to her
bedroom.
"Honestly, what have they been feeding you at that dreadful school? I knew I
should have sent you to Beauxbatons, but you know your father and the French.
Despicable people, surely; but they at least—dear lord in heaven; your arse
looks like you're hiding two Quaffles beneath your dress!" Druella stared at
her backside in horror for a moment before emitting a loud sigh of frustration,
shoving Narcissa nearly headfirst into the bedroom. The door slammed behind
them and Druella made a dramatic show of her displeasure by finishing with,
"God, the sight of you makes me wretch."
Narcissa's face flushed in anger and embarrassment as she straightened herself
up, trying to have at least a little bit of dignity in her stance. But it was
hard; her mother expected nothing but perfection from Narcissa and her two
older sisters – an obsession that forced Bellatrix into utter madness and
caused Andromeda run away. Druella Black was a positively unbearable
individual, let alone a horrible excuse for a mother.
Narcissa knew better than to talk back, but in that moment she didn't care. For
the first time in her life, she didn't hate herself when she looked in the
mirror. In fact, Narcissa found she actually liked the woman she was growing
into. But with just one comment from her mother, her self-esteem that she
worked so hard to build shattered into a thousand pieces.
"Women are not sticks, Mother!" Narcissa exclaimed, her throat constricting as
she forced herself to keep her tears at bay. But it hurt; it all hurt. For once
she wanted her to mother to love her for who she was, not who she could become.
"Real women have hips, and breasts, and arse! There's nothing wrong with me!"
Narcissa's sentence was barely out of her mouth before Druella grabbed a fist
full of her, fury in her eyes as she forcefully pulled Narcissa over to the
full length mirror on the far wall. "You insolent child!" she spat as Narcissa
tripped, falling to her knees. "Get up!" The grip Druella had on her hair was
so tight and painful that Narcissa was sure her face was going to rip clean
off. But she merely whimpered pathetically in response, biting hard on her
bottom lip. If she screamed, it would be worse. It always was.
"If you can't see your obvious imperfections, then allow me to point them out
for you!" Druella raged, throwing Narcissa on the ground in front of the
mirror. "Take off your clothes," her mother ordered, a dangerous look in her
eye as Narcissa's gaze connected with hers.
"What?"
"Your clothes, girl; are you stupid?" Druella roared, grabbing the back of
Narcissa's dress, nearly making the youngest black topple over again in the
midst of trying to get back on her feet. She pulled down the zipper roughly,
ripping some of the material as cool air hit Narcissa's back. The blonde
flushed again, not particularly wanted to get naked in front of her mother. So
she pushed Druella's hands away as she tried to slip her dress down over her
shoulders.
"No, Mum! I know what I look like, okay? It—"
But she was silenced with a slap that left the whole right side of her face
feeling like it was on fire. Tears sprung to Narcissa's eyes and she cradled
her cheek in her hand, silencing herself immediately. It wasn't worth it to
argue if all she was going to achieve was more abuse.
"Don't talk back to me, you putrid waste of space! In this house you will
respect my wishes, is that understood?"
"Yes…" Narcissa mumbled, giving up the fight as she allowed her mother to pull
her dress from her body. Her face burned in shame at her current state of
undress, being left to stand there in only a pair of knickers. She crossed her
arms over her chest in a futile attempt to hide her breasts, at least. But it
was short lived as another slap was delivered to her cheek.
"Yes, what?"
Narcissa desperately fought back tears as she answered in a small voice, "Yes,
Ma'am…" She cradled her abused cheek once more, turning her face away from her
mother. But suddenly Druella's hands were on her shoulders, forcing her to look
straight at herself in the mirror.
"Tell me what you see," she demanded.
Narcissa looked at her body's reflection, growing more upset after each passing
second. She used to like what she saw, but now all she saw was someone not good
enough. Again. As Narcissa was unsure of the answer her mother wanted, she
opted to stay silent instead. That was a bad decision.
"Don't ignore me, Narcissa; look at yourself! Look at this!" Druella exclaimed,
grabbing the fat on her hips that helped fill out her figure. Narcissa winced,
yet stayed silent. "This is disgusting! You look like you devoured a bucket of
lard; no self-respecting woman would dare walk around looking like you, girl!
Look at this; I can't even see your ribs anymore!" Narcissa shut her eyes
tightly to try to block out this entire moment as her mother continued to grab
and pinch bits of fat all over her body.
But then Druella's hands found her breasts and Narcissa's eyes popped open in
surprise.
"And these; you look like a sodding milk maid!" Druella exclaimed, lifting up
Narcissa's breasts with her hands until she suddenly let them go, allowing
gravity to work against her daughter. They dropped heavily and Narcissa stifled
a sound of discomfort before attempting to cross her arms over her chest to
protect herself from further abuse. It didn't work. "Only prostitutes have
breasts like these!" Druella told her harshly, grabbing a fist full of her
right boob, squeezing until Narcissa cried out in pain. "Do you strive to be a
whore, Narcissa? Do you plan to shame your family name by spreading your legs
for every willing man you meet?"
"No—!"
But the rest of Narcissa's protests choked up in the back of her throat as
suddenly her mother's hand was cupping her center over her knickers. Her eyes
went wide and her back hit the wall; unable to think, move, or speak. Was this
really happening? But her mother's eyes still held a furious rage as she
slipped her fingers beneath her panties for a brief moment. She obviously
didn't like what she found because the next second Narcissa was once again
being slapped across the face.
"Shaved! Shaved! Which one of your filthy sisters taught you that trick?
Whores, the both of them; filthy mongrels that don't deserve to bare the Black
family name," Druella spat, getting uncomfortably close to Narcissa's face. "Do
you truly aspire to be like them, Narcissa? Because so help me God I will teach
you the same lesson I taught them at your age; if you wish to look like a
prostitute, you'll be treated as one!" She grabbed her hip roughly, her
fingertips leaving angry bruises on Narcissa's pale skin.
"No, no! Mum, I'm sorry!" she pleaded, fear gripping her chest at the look in
her mother's eye. Narcissa was sure if she didn't find a way out of this than
Druella was going to rape her right there to prove a point, just as she did…
just as she… God.
Just as she did to both of her sisters.
Narcissa suddenly felt ill and she turned her face away from her, choking back
tears as she pleaded desperately, "I'm sorry! Mother, I'm sorry! I'll stop
eating all together if you wish; I'll starve myself until I'm nothing but skin
and bones, I promise!"
Druella grabbed Narcissa's chin, forcing her face towards hers as hard eyes
searched Narcissa's for any sign of a lie. Narcissa was sure that moment was
one of the longest in her entire life. Suddenly Druella let her go; apparently
satisfied with the remorse she was given. However she instructed, "Do not
forfeit eating all together, you foolish girl; someone is likely to catch on.
Instead, after you eat excuse yourself to the bathroom and… force the food to
withdraw from your body. Much more ladylike, I assure you."
Narcissa merely nodded in agreement, too terrified to do much of anything else.
She held her breath, praying to anyone who would listen that her mother would
just leave. She needed to write to Bellatrix; beg her to take her away from all
this. She wouldn't be able to bare it here, not anymore. Physical abuse she
could handle, but she was sure the sexual abuse was going to tear her sanity in
half if it ever went any further.
Druella took a step back, straightening her robes in the mirror before applying
minor touches to the placement of her curls. "I will have perfection,
Narcissa," she told her seriously, eyes connecting with the blonde's in the
mirror. There was a long stretch of silence before she finished seriously,
"Even if it kills you."
One sentence had never frightened Narcissa so much.
- FIN -
***** Burn with Me *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, cissy making love to bella - post malfoy
     manor in deathly hallows
     Rating: m
     For: anonymous
     Where: tumblr
The beaten flesh beneath Narcissa's touch trembled; fear flashed behind onyx
eyes, a sharp intake of breath breaking the stillness of an otherwise quiet
room. Narcissa buried her head in her sister's neck, hushing her softly. She
closed her eyes and the memory was painful; tinged with regret and sorrow,
Bellatrix screamed as though she had lost all hope, all sense of self. But
perhaps she had; Narcissa knew it was not often that her sister suffered at the
hands of the man she foolishly believed to be her savior.
Bellatrix Black had always been the foolish one though; consumed by the desire
to the feel and the need to conquer, she never had much use for her brain.
Narcissa had often wished her sister would allow her the privilege of being
that other half; the part she had lost so long ago, or perhaps was even born
without, for Narcissa knew that Bellatrix was the part of her that allowed her
to feel in the way that she did.
Without limits. Without hesitation. Without bounds.
But Bellatrix had no use for thought; for a conscience. She had no use for
Narcissa herself most days, but Bellatrix had always been unwaveringly selfish.
It was of no matter though; there were days like this – days when Bellatrix was
beaten and broken – and though it was a silent request on her sister's part,
Narcissa heard it like a symphony.
Help me, love me, protect me, fix me.
"You're safe now," whispered Narcissa, her tender touch aching to mend what the
Dark Lord had broken. Failure, he had called it: failure to do her duty, to
serve him no matter what the cost. Narcissa had heard it all before. The same
words were uttered to her husband the day he escaped from Azkaban; the same
punishment breaking the last remaining hope he held inside of him.
But Bellatrix was stronger than Lucius. Though a tear fell from her hollow
eyes, though her skin seemed marred beyond repair, her figure thin and frail;
Bellatrix stood tall and proud. She would never break down, never sob and bury
her face into the safety of Narcissa's bosom. No, she was not that weak. She
was the lightning in a storm, the wind in a tornado; Bellatrix Black was the
most frighteningly beautiful thing the world had ever seen.
Lestrange.
No!
Narcissa's mouth covered bruised lips, her tongue desperate to consume the lie
that merely hung above them in silence. But she knew where it came from;
Narcissa could remember the day Rodolphus took Bellatrix as his wife. She could
remember him promising to love her, to protect her for all of eternity.
– Lies; immortal words spoken by someone so unworthy –
And then her eyes, Bellatrix's eyes; they met Narcissa's gaze from across the
courtyard, her vows that were meant for Rodolphus then being spoken only to
her. Promises of forever that were as much of a lie as the filth Rodolphus
spewed, but oh… what magnificent filth her sister's lies were…
The draft in the room prompted both goosebumps and a shiver as Narcissa's
fingertips gently teased her sister's hardened nipple. She was utterly glorious
when she was nude; like a portrait of Greek Goddess, painted in all the colors
of the earth. Bellatrix exuded this sense of dangerous vulnerability; a
contradiction that mirrored the mess inside of her mind. She didn't move, but
Narcissa hadn't expected her to. A battle currently raged inside of her sister;
the desire to stay strong being compelled by her need to let go.
Bellatrix never let go.
Not unless she was pushed.
So Narcissa pushed into her sister; two long slender fingers that welcomed the
warmth like a homecoming. Bellatrix closed her eyes, her mouth falling open.
Silence, except for a hot breath exhaled against Narcissa's ear; Bellatrix was
through with screaming. Her voice was raw and hoarse once the Dark Lord had
finished with her, but he did not want her to speak, merely listen: this was
what she could expect every time she returned to him with news of failure. The
child had managed to escape yet again; now from both of the people that
Narcissa loved. The boy, Harry; he was the cause of their pain, the reason for
their suffering.
Oh how sweet it would be; to feel his neck snap beneath her grasp. To deal him
the fate he had suffered so many others. Bellatrix stood there before Narcissa
and yet she was cold; a shell that held nothing but darkness inside.
Death.
Her kiss was fatal; bruising and wanton as she shuddered beneath Narcissa's
touch. She contracted violently as Narcissa forced her to let go, forced her to
give her one moment's vulnerability so she could see it end and rebuild from
the ashes. Still Bellatrix made no sound, though her body screamed its
gratitude as it shook in the aftermath of pleasure. Her hand tangled in
Narcissa's golden mane as she breathed her sister's air, grasping tightly to
the one thing that made her feel alive.
But she wasn't. Bellatrix had died ages ago; another casualty in an endless
war.
"The world is burning."
Detached words swallowed by a breath; an observation born from feeling, never
thought. Madness, others would call it. Narcissa knew better: it was her
sister's clarity. She saw more than just the texture of the soil, the color of
the leaves; she saw what everyone else ignored around them every day. It hung
there; ever present and taunting, yet so often ignored. She saw death.
Bellatrix was death; the end of all things.
Or perhaps she was just the end of Narcissa.
With open arms, my love.
"Cissy."
Her grip tightened, eyes shut tightly to block out the pain that she would
never rid of; it lived beneath Bellatrix's skin, embedded deeply in her soul.
Scarred. Scared. Bellatrix's palms rested against her cheeks, her forehead
pressed against hers as she sucked the life from Narcissa once more with three
fierce, desperate words:
"Burn with me."
- FIN -
***** If Only You Should Be So Lucky *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/draco, centered around the time they were trapped
     together inside malfoy manor
     Rating: m
     For: raincoatandaxe
     Where: tumblr
                                   DAY NINE
Bellatrix had spent half of her life in a cage. That cage, with its wrought-
iron bars and mold infested walls, drove her further into a madness that ended
up defining all that she was. It owned her, confining the terrible magnificence
that was Bellatrix Lestrange into this tiny little speck of pathetic nothing
that made her head scream and her soul burn. She sought release, freedom; the
freedom to breathe fresh air and run for miles, the freedom to feel something
other than desperation and despair, the freedom to feel, to consume; to fuck
and destroy.
Rip the world to shreds and watch the bitch burn; laugh atop its ashes and
bathe in its blood. The thought alone made her wet.
But now that freedom she so craved had been taken away from her once more and
Bellatrix felt as though she was suffocating. Though this prison was much
larger than her last, the walls still felt as though they were closing in on
her; taunting her in the way that only eggshell white and decorative curtains
managed to taunt a person. She paced relentlessly for hours at a time, the
repetitive clicking of her heels inviting others to dwell in her madness. It
seemed to lull Lucius into a rather catatonic state as he stared out the window
for days on end. Narcissa shouted at her to just stop bloody moving one day,
fed up with the noise; but as she was ignored, her sister now spent most of her
time locked away in her bedroom.
Draco watched her pace. He watched her move as though mesmerized, but perhaps
it was just out of boredom. Still, though he watched her with some kind of
ridiculously acute fascination, it was obvious her movements made him uneasy.
He shifted in his seat each time she passed him, like he needed to be in the
right defensive position should she strike. Draco half looked like he wanted
her to strike.
A bloody masochist, that boy was; just like his mother was at that age.
Bellatrix had half a mind to tear out his vocal cords for the sheer amusement
of it, but contained herself. It wouldn't do to get Cissy mad at her right now.
                                      |x|
                                  DAY SIXTEEN
The sound of crying made Bellatrix want to tear her own neck out. Weakness; a
completely disgusting display of character that should be eradicated from the
human species. It made her twitch. The sound felt like bugs scurrying across
her skin and she scratched at her flesh incessantly as she stormed into the
room the atrocious sound was coming from. Her sister's spawn nearly jumped out
of his skin, looking terrified for only a moment until he seemed to come off as
rather grateful.
Who the fuck did he think she was; his mother? She was not here to coddle him;
make him feel safe and loved. The thought alone nearly brought her to
hysterical laughter.
"Grow some hair on your bollocks and be a fucking man," she told him, fed up
with the whiny behavior that Bellatrix was positive ended up being instilled in
him due to Lucius' wretched influence. "The next time I hear you crying I'm
going to shove your face in my cunt and use your tears as lubricant."
The graphic exclamation seemed to shock Draco and he stared at her. Human
feelings were not something Bellatrix was able to comprehend, so his mixed
expression perplexed her. That would bother her, if she had actually had the
effort to care in the slightest.
"Fuck you."
Bellatrix smiled, feeling the anger pouring from his words. Good boy: give into
an emotion that makes you stronger. Perhaps Lucius hadn't utterly destroyed the
child after all. How Narcissa allowed him to turn out this way, she'll never
know.
Laughter. Oh, it felt strange.
"If only you should be so lucky."
                                      |x|
                                DAY TWENTY ONE
The Dark Lord reined hell down upon the household, causing everyone to scatter
so as not to be hit in the crossfire. Bellatrix stayed; for she wanted to be
hit. He used the Cruciatus Curse on her in His rage and she shrieked in pain
and glee. Feeling. She had about forgotten that. The delicious pain of being
truly alive; it was magnificent in comparison to the dull, numbness that had
settled in due to a boringly repetitive routine. She welcomed it; she reveled
in it.
Hours later, Bellatrix could hear Draco crying again in his room. He sounded
like such an insignificant child, regretting the choice he had made. So proud
he was when he was Chosen; so like his father, who ended up being just as
spineless and regretful now that things became harder than they were expecting.
Stupid, insolent, pathetic…
Bellatrix stormed in his room, making good on her word. Turns out he was so
lucky.
                                      |x|
                                DAY THIRTY SIX
Draco probably thought she was trying to make a man out of him. Incidentally,
she was only trying to cure her boredom and piss off her sister. It was utterly
frustrating, how Narcissa didn't listen to her anymore. One upon a time she was
nothing but a sheep; hanging upon every word Bellatrix spoke as though it was
sacred and worshipped. But she had stepped out her sister's shadow and sought
to be a person of her own and that, that was simply unacceptable.
A loud grunt filled the room as she felt him fill her with his seed.
Fuck. Draco always came too quickly; it was utterly disappointing. Bellatrix
was lucky she was barren, as abortions were tedious; though the look on dear
Cissy's face if Bellatrix had told her she was going to have her son's child
would be hilarious. Still, the thought did not sate her foul mood.
"Get off me," she growled, practically throwing Draco to the bed so she could
teach him that what he was doing was not acceptable. She pinned his arms down
with her knees before shoving her cunt in his face, keeping it there until she
was sure all of his semen had found its way down Draco's throat. The boy
gagged.
"That's what you can expect every time you cum before I tell you to."
                                      |x|
                                DAY FORTY NINE
Bellatrix screamed as her back arched, her nails ripping to shreds the
perfectly pale back above her. Oblivion, finally; for one solid fucking moment
she didn't feel trapped. As her walls continued to contract violently she
reached up, closing her fingers around her nephew's throat. It took all of her
control not to snap his neck like a twig.
"Cum," she ordered him, squeezing the breath from his lungs as he released
inside of her. He choked then, turning blue. Fear and desperation filled his
eyes, but Bellatrix held him there until he passed out. She then carelessly
tossed him aside, her level of caring dropping substantially.
At least the boy was capable of learning.
                                      |x|
                                 DAY SIXTY ONE
"Thank you," he said to her one day. Bellatrix whipped around quickly, as if
she were accused of the most horrendous of crimes.
"For what?"
If she was somehow doing him any favors indirectly, she'll see to it that they
end. Bellatrix Lestrange did favors for no one, save the Dark Lord Himself. No
one else was worthy of the honor.
"For being the most heinous bitch I've ever met."
It was genuine, which perplexed her. Bellatrix didn't much like feeling
confused as she acquainted it with stupidity, so she said nothing before
striding from the room. Perhaps her madness had rubbed off on him; or maybe he
was becoming more like his mother every day.
                                      |x|
                                  DAY SEVENTY
Potter escaped.
The wrath rained down upon her for that was like nothing else she had ever
felt. Bellatrix couldn't move; she couldn't breathe. All she could manage to do
was bleed all over the nice carpet – something she was sure Cissy was going to
fuss about – and clutch her side; trying to hold together her broken ribs.
There was a horrible wheezing sound coming from somewhere that she wanted to
eradicate. She was only mildly surprised when she realized it was coming from
her.
Draco healed her, as Bellatrix couldn't hold a wand to do it herself. Then he
washed the blood from her body; his touch so gentle and caring that it made her
want to choke him with a fucking rainbow. "Get out," she barked.
"You're hurt," Draco responded, an unspoken 'idiot' tacked on to the end of
that sentence by his tone.
"I'm fucking fine now; merely bloody. I said get the hell out."
She didn't like the vibe she was getting from him; it nauseated her and made
her want to kill tiny animals and eat the heads off babies.
"No."
"Do you have a death wish?"
"Do you have to be such an insufferable cunt all the time?" Draco countered.
Well, there were the balls Bellatrix made a point to have him grow. They were
almost impressive, should she be bothered with silly things such as pride.
"Just let me take care of you for one bloody second, yeah? Excuse me for giving
a shit that you're in pain."
The amount of emotion coming from the boy in front of her made Bellatrix want
to gag. Good lord, could he really be so daft as to actually develop some sort
of idiotic crush? Ugh, the way he was touching her so gently… she had half a
mind to throw herself off the roof of this place just to save herself from the
horror of it all.
"You reek of desperation," Bellatrix told him in disgust, picking herself up
off the bed just to get some distance between them. "It's pathetic, Draco. I am
not your lover, I am your Aunt; learn the sodding difference or learn to
fucking masturbate."
Draco looked furious. His precious pride had been wounded and he didn't like
that. No, not at all. "I'm not blind, you mad bimbo; I see the way you look at
me! You can't fucking deny that!" His outrage made her wonder if this was the
first time the child had ever not gotten his way. It was utterly unbecoming;
the whine his tone held, the demand that he be entitled to something completely
nonexistent.
"You mean with contempt?" Bellatrix sneered. "No, Draco; I cannot deny that."
"I MAKE YOU FEEL!"
"Orgasms make me feel. You, my dear, make me want to set fire to tiny puppies."
                                      |x|
                               DAY SEVENTY FOUR
Draco went crying to his Mummy. His mummy then tried to fucking strangle her.
"You dare touch my son?" Narcissa raged, her fingers closing around Bellatrix's
throat. "You dare defile my boy?" She looked ready to murder her, which
prompted Bellatrix to smile at her, allowing her sister to cut off her air.
"He looks just like you when he cums, you know."
Narcissa's grip on her throat tightened before her other hand collided with her
face. Compared to the slap Bellatrix was expecting, the punch felt like she was
just dealt a bludger to the face. Her nose trickled blood and despite herself,
Bellatrix was impressed. She laughed gleefully. Oh dear, dear Cissy…
"I'll fucking kill you."
Bellatrix head swam as the world blurred in an out of sight. It was such a
glorious feeling; being strangled by her sister. She was so dainty, so proper;
now look at what Bellatrix caused. It was beautiful in its disaster; the
perfect bow atop her gift to the world.
"You don't… have… the nerve…." Bellatrix struggled to say through gasping for
air, still laughing as she taunted Narcissa into becoming a killer. Such a
worthy accomplishment, that would be.
Bellatrix suddenly hit the ground hard.
Narcissa had let go of her, allowing her sister to collapse against the cold,
marble flooring. "No," she disagreed in a sneer. "I have the nerve, I just
would never give you the satisfaction." Bellatrix cackled as she watched her
sister stride from the room in a wave of strength that she would take such
pleasure in stripping from her.
Challenge accepted.
- FIN -
***** The Perfect Poison *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa & narcissa/lucius, the night narcissa
     learns of bellatrix being sent to azkaban vs the night she heard of
     lucius' imprisonment
     Rating: g
     For: anonymous
     Where: tumblr
     A/N: this turned into more cissatrix rather than being balanced out
     evenly. I blame my one track mind.
December 22, 1982
The winter was harsh and bitter that year.
Narcissa sat motionless in her chair, staring out the window at the light
snowfall that promised a white Christmas. Its beauty and grace felt like a
brutal torment.
Her grip tightened on the goblet in her hands before bringing it up to her
lips. The liquid burned its way down her throat and a knot formed in the pit of
her stomach. Heavy, foreboding. Her vision blurred through her tears.
In the adjoining room, a son cried for his mother.
Narcissa's hands shook as she brought the goblet back to her lips, its contents
doing nothing to sate the emptiness she felt inside of her chest. A sickness
began to brew inside of her and Narcissa fought to keep her bile down as she
took another drink.
She could not bear to go to the trial; Narcissa did not want the last time she
ever saw her sister to be in chains. Her whole body began to weigh heavy with
guilt and she felt as though she were sinking into the chair.
She should have done something.
A door behind her opened, yet Narcissa did not turn to look. It was a struggle
to bring the goblet to her lips again, her limbs feeling chained as well. A
penance, surely.
"Bellatrix was given a life sentence."
Narcissa swallowed the rest of the liquid in one gulp before the goblet slipped
from her fingertips. The sound of silver against marble startled Draco and his
wails increased, making Narcissa's head throb. His father should tend to him.
Lucius, he was…
She vomited on herself and then everything went black.
August 2, 1996
"You're not going to poison yourself again, are you?"
Narcissa did not turn to look at her sister. Instead she stared out the same
window she did so many years ago, wondering why the weather always felt the
need to taunt her during times like these. The sun was blazing high in the sky,
a light breeze causing the leaves to rustle and the grass to tremble.
A perfect day.
"I didn't think you would come."
Hands touched her hips as Bellatrix crept up behind her. "I didn't feel like
burying you today; funerals are becoming ridiculously costly."
Narcissa smirked, despite herself. Her tone quickly became serious though as
she stared out the window, watching a butterfly find its home in her garden. "I
wasn't going to kill myself, Bella. Draco needs me."
The lilacs were particularly beautiful this time of year.
"Did he not need you when he was two?"
Her sister held a knife in her gut from those words and Narcissa couldn't
breathe for a second. Her fingernail picked nervously at her wrist. "I was
foolish."
I was lucky Lucius was skilled in poison antidotes.
Bellatrix clicked her tongue as she moved away from her. The warmth that her
hands provided her now left icicles in their wake. "Pity," she murmured, her
tone much too arrogant for the situation called for. "And here I thought I was
special."
Narcissa rounded on her fiercely. She moved to strike her, but contained
herself. She was more than the weight of her emotions. She clenched her fist
instead, fingernails digging into her palm.
"This is not a joke! Do you not care that I'm in pain right now?"
Bellatrix's eyes flashed.
"I'm here, aren't I?"
Narcissa set her jaw before turning away from her, resting her weight on the
windowsill as she pressed her forehead against the glass. She breathed deeply,
trying not to remember the sight of her husband being taken away in chains. He
looked so utterly defeated.
"Will the Dark Lord get him out?"
That hope kept her from weeping openly.
"Eventually."
The knots in her stomach loosened. That was not a no.
Silence ticked through the room for a moment as Narcissa forced herself
upright. She squinted against the sun's rays, but felt the temporarily
blindness was most comforting. She could not see Lucius in chains anymore.
"You went to his trial."
Narcissa swallowed at her sister's tone. She shut her eyes, allowing the
blinding white to fade to a deep red. "Yes," she whispered. A lump settled in
the pit of her stomach as she watched vitreous floaters dance beneath her lids.
"You went to his… and not mine."
Bellatrix genuinely sounded hurt and it made Narcissa laugh without meaning to.
"I'm sorry," she apologized as she opened her eyes, staring at an imperfection
on the window pane. "But if you're feeling rejected, perhaps you should be
reminded that I tried to take my life that night."
"I didn't want you to take your life, Cissy! What comfort is that supposed to
be to me?"
Hands grasped Narcissa's forearms, shaking her fiercely. She did not fight it
as Bellatrix turned her around, one hand pressed against her stomach to hold
her in place. She merely stared into her sister's eyes, getting lost in the
emotion behind them.
"You were the last thing I wanted to see before I had to go; the only good
thing I ever sodding did with my life… and you weren't there!"
Bellatrix's pain cut through the universe and a loud rumble was heard overhead.
A tear fell from Narcissa's eye just as the rain started descending from the
sky. It was so sudden it was almost startling. Narcissa foolishly wondered if
her sister really was that magnificent of a being that even the heavens
themselves wept for her.
What a childish thought, that was.
Narcissa watched as shadows begun to engulf every shred of light that touched
the earth; eradicating the hope for clarity. At last, weather fit for the
moment.
"If you had seen me, you would have known. You would have known what I was
about to do, yet would have had no way to stop it. You would have been
helpless, Bella."
Thunder rolled in from the east and onyx eyes searched hers for a sense of
clarity.
"I didn't want you to live with that torture," she finished.
The wind howled outside as Bellatrix's breasts pressed firmly against her own,
making Narcissa rest her forehead against her sister's. Her eyes fell closed in
a silent apology as Bellatrix cupped her cheek possessively.
"I would have gladly lived with the torture, should it have meant I got to see
your perfect face for one last time."
Her whispered admission made an onslaught of emotions rise up in Narcissa.
Overwhelmed with the feeling, she pressed her lips against Bellatrix's, her
tongue intending to drink in all that she was. Bellatrix grasped the back of
her neck with such desperation that Narcissa couldn't help but wonder if her
sister had been waiting for this moment all her life.
The kiss deepened and Narcissa moaned.
It was beautiful, it was disastrous, it was exhilarating. It was, for the first
time in her life, something that felt truly right. Narcissa only wished she had
found out sooner that Bellatrix was her perfect poison, for if she was the end
of all things than Narcissa knew she didn't want to be saved.
Not this time.
- FIN -
***** What We Deserve *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, teenagers or young adults - something
     kinky involving a shower, alcohol, and heavy breathing into ear/
     filthy dirty talk.
     Rating: e
     For: anonymous
     Where: tumblr
     A/N: this is so ridiculously long. good god, lol
"So you're just going to stand there and watch me take a shower, are you?"
Narcissa asked, her words slurring a bit as she stepped underneath the hot jet
of water. Her foot slipped in the slick tub and she nearly came crashing down,
alcohol bottle in her hand and all, if not for Bellatrix reaching over to
steady her.
"Seems I have to so you don't bash your bloody head open," Bellatrix retorted
before grabbing the liquor bottle from her sister's grasp. "And you are so done
with that."
"Give it here!" Narcissa protested angrily, swiping for the bottle and yet
missing entirely and Bellatrix held it out of her reach. "I'm not a child, I
can handle myself!"
"No one drinks when they're in the shower," Bellatrix responded, looking at her
like she had gone completely mental. "For fuck's sake, just wash up so I can
put you to bed and get on with having my fun." She tipped the bottle to her
lips, taking a large swig herself. Narcissa glared at her before grabbing the
shower curtain and pulling it so roughly that the metal prongs screeched
against the bar, covering her from Bellatrix's view.
"Bitch," she mumbled, closing her eyes momentarily as tipped back her head,
letting the water soak her long blonde hair.
The curtain was wrenched open once more.
"Leave it, you perv!" Narcissa shouted, whipping back around to face her
sister. "If you wish to see me naked that badly then spy on me like any other
self-respecting pedophile: out of view."
"If I'm out of view I can't very well catch your stupid arse when you fall
down, now can I?" Bellatrix retorted, quickly growing annoyed with Narcissa's
drunken, belligerent behavior. "And we're four years apart; I hardly think that
qualifies as pedophilia."
"It does when you're an adult and I'm still a child," Narcissa muttered,
turning her back to her so her sister would quit staring at her breasts.
Honestly, it's like she didn't have a face to look at. While rationally she
could understand the need to stare at someone's nude body if they had never
seen it before, but it made her feel weird that her sister was looking.
For all sorts of different reasons.
"You're fifteen!"
"Stop staring at my arse," replied Narcissa, a smirk on her face as she
purposely annoyed Bellatrix. She was bent down as she retrieved the loofa that
had fallen to the base of the tub and she was almost positive that Bellatrix
was looking. She hoped to shame her so badly that she'd just sodding leave.
"Wasn't your arse I was staring at, love."
As Narcissa's plan backfired she felt herself blush from nearly head to toe as
she immediately straightened herself up. She wasn't thinking clearly; she had
forgotten bending down that way would give Bellatrix a very intimate view of
another area. "Bella!" she protested furiously, turning around to push her
backwards.
Bellatrix shouted explicates as the bottle of liquor she had to her lips came
spilling out all over her, soaking her dress. "What the bloody hell was that
for? Look what you've done, you stupid cow!"
"You shouldn't be staring at my… my…" Narcissa stuttered, her face flushing
once more.
"I wasn't staring at your pussy, you daft bimbo! Where's your head at?
Honestly." Bellatrix's lip turned up as she started to smell the liquor on
herself. "God, I hate you," she seethed before tearing off her dress and
undergarments. Narcissa's eyes went wide.
"What are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing?" Bellatrix countered as she threw her knickers
across the bathroom. "I need to wash now and if I let you finish you'll use up
all the hot water."
Narcissa stared at her, her brain seemingly unable to work now that her sister
was naked. Perhaps she shouldn't have chided Bellatrix about staring because it
was all she could seem to do. Her breasts were… they were sodding perfect.
How was that fair?
Narcissa looked down at her own chest self-consciously before crossing her arms
over them, not wanting to be comparable to Bellatrix any longer since she
seemed she couldn't hold a candle to her. Her face masked in annoyance. "You're
not getting in here with me!"
"Watch me," responded Bellatrix as she climbed into the tub behind Narcissa.
"Move," she told her, placing her hands on Narcissa's hips to guide her out of
the way. Narcissa nearly jumped from her touch; from her naked sister's touch
as she herself was nude. Her face was about fifteen different shades of red as
she reluctantly moved, letting Bellatrix get under the stream of water.
Though Narcissa was angry, she still couldn't tear her eyes away from the image
of her sister dipping her head underneath the spray of water, running her
fingers through her hair. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted as
droplets of water rained down on her perfectly pale skin. Narcissa watched one
droplet fall from the tip of her hardened nipple and she squeezed the loofa in
her hand to try to remind herself to control her own bleeding thought process.
God, she was sick in the head, wasn't she?
As Narcissa started repeating a mantra in her mind that she wasn't having
incestuous thoughts, that she was merely drunk and apparently
ridiculouslystupid, Bellatrix opened her eyes to look at her. "Are you just
going to stand there and stare at my breasts all night or are you going to wash
yourself?"
Narcissa's cheeks turned a violent shade of red. "Fuck off," she retorted. "I'm
not going to bloody stand here and rub this thing all over my body while you're
watching. I'm not a sodding show girl."
"I didn't say 'masturbate', Cissy; I said 'wash'."
Narcissa's mouth dropped open in horror. "I wasn't going to touch myself!" she
practically shrieked, embarrassed. Bellatrix laughed like it was the funniest
thing in the world.
"I know. But your face was priceless, wasn't it?"
Narcissa shrieked in aggravation and threw the loofa at her sister. It hit
Bellatrix square in the face, which seemed to enrage her. She grabbed it and
chucked it violently back towards Narcissa, who yelped and tried to duck. "Stop
it!" She picked it up off the tub floor and threw it back at Bellatrix angrily.
Bellatrix picked up the loofa once more, eyes flashing dangerously. "Fine," she
growled, grabbing the soap. "If you're going to be a complete child about
everything, then obviously I'm going to have to wash you, aren't I?" The loofa
began to froth in her hand from the soap bubbles before she started advancing
on Narcissa's. The blonde's eyes went wide.
"No!" she protested. "Bella, don't be stupid; I can do it! Just… just give it!"
She reached out for the loofa but Bellatrix already trapped her against the
shower wall shoving the loofa in her face as she tried to start washing her
neck. However Narcissa was attempting to scramble away from her at the same
time, so she ended up with a face full of soap. She coughed, spitting bubbles.
"Bellatrix, quit!"
"No," Bellatrix told her angrily. "If you want to act like a toddler then
you'll be washed like one!" She started washing behind her ears and down her
shoulder, keeping a firm hold on her sister with her other hand to keep her
from squirming. Narcissa closed her eyes and scrunched up her face in defiance
as she tried to push her away, but no avail. One of her arms was wrenched up
above her head so Bellatrix could wash underneath it and her face colored
again.
This was so humiliating.
"Bella, please; I can do it! Okay? You've made your point!"
"No, I don't think I have," Bellatrix responded, pressing her whole body
against herself to still her movements as Narcissa nearly managed to get away.
The feel of her sister's entire, wet, naked body against her made Narcissa
nearly choke on her breath as her skin began to unwillingly heat up beneath her
touch. Good god, she could feel her nipples against her own. Narcissa was sure
she was going to pass out and she opened her eyes to try to keep that from
happening.
But then Bellatrix was off of her.
Narcissa found herself able to breathe for a moment, but it was short lived.
Suddenly the loofa was on her breasts, Bellatrix beginning to wash them and
Narcissa felt her body began to react to it of its own accord. Her nipples
stiffened immediately, like they were straining for Bellatrix's touch. Narcissa
was sure she was going to die on the spot; her sister had noticed.
"I don't know why you're fighting this, Cissy," Bellatrix told her in a low
voice, amused. "You're obviously enjoying it."
"Shut up!" Narcissa shrieked, feeling humiliated. How was this happening right
now? Was she becoming some sort of perverted freak? For God's sake, her life
was becoming a bloody joke. "I can't control what my body does, Bella; leave me
alone!"
"I think your nipples would be very displeased if I did that," Bellatrix
taunted, making Narcissa want to cry from the shame. She closed her eyes
tightly and looked away from her, giving up on fighting for a moment because
she was sure it was futile. If she just let her sister be a bitch and wash her
like she was a child, then it would be over quicker.
But then the loofa slid down past her stomach, settling between her legs.
Narcissa's eyes popped open in surprise and she turned her head quickly to face
her sister. "Bellatrix, stop! I can wash there myself!" She tried to push her
away again, but Bellatrix flattened herself against her once more, making the
breath leave the younger Black.
"I know," Bellatrix taunted. "But it wouldn't be half as much fun."
"You're perverted!"
"And you enjoy it," she hissed, sliding the loofa up and down her slit softly,
teasing Narcissa's clit in a way that made her pant. The blonde bit her bottom
lip hard, trying to force herself to not get pleasure from what her sister was
doing to her. Was this rape? Oh god, Bellatrix was raping her!
But if this was rape, then why the hell did it feel so good?
Bellatrix's breath was heavy in her ear and it made Narcissa ungodly wet. She
closed her eyes and whimpered, trying to tell herself that she was not an
incestuous pervert, that this was all Bellatrix, but she felt her hips
straining to get a firmer contact with the loofa her sister teased her with.
"Bella, please…" she pleaded softly, sure her brain was about to explode from
too many emotions at once.
"Please what?" Bellatrix whispered, brushing the hair from Narcissa's neck. She
slid her tongue up Narcissa's neck before taking her earlobe gently between her
teeth. Narcissa was sure she was going to fall apart; there was no denying what
this was now. There was no pretending what Bellatrix's intentions were anymore.
"Please stop touching me with that," she whispered, finding the words
themselves hard to even mutter because her whole body ached for her sister to
continue. But she needed to be the level-headed one. She needed—
The loofa dropped to the floor, forgotten. Narcissa groaned involuntarily as
she felt her sister's fingers slide through her folds, gathering her wetness on
her fingertips before softly stimulating her clit. Oh god, this was not what
she meant! But she felt her fingers tangling in Bellatrix's wet locks, grasping
her hair firmly as she cried out in pleasure from her sister's ministrations.
She didn't want her stop. She needed her to leave her be. She wanted to be
fucked raw. She wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.
"Prop your leg up on the edge of the tub," Bellatrix requested softly, her
words a breathy whisper into her ear. Narcissa moved without thinking, doing
what she was told so her sister could slide three fingers so deep inside of her
that she was sure she was going to pass out from the feeling.
"Bella!" she cried out, her nails digging into her skin as her throat
tightened. She wanted her sister to fuck her desperately and it made her want
to slit her throat for wanting such a disgusting thing. Bellatrix began to
slide in and out of her, twisting her fingers inside of her and making
Narcissa's head spin. She whimpered in need as she trust her hips against her
hand.
"I'm going to fuck you all night, Cissy," Bellatrix breathed heavily into her
ear. "Do all the filthy little things to you that you've always accused me of
wanting to do, because I fucking get it now." She began to pick up the pace of
her fingers, slamming in and out of Narcissa relentlessly. The blonde sobbed in
pleasure, holding onto Bellatrix for dear life as she continued. "You said that
shit because you wanted it," she accused. "You told me I was perverted because
you were; you were just too sodding scared to do anything about it. I could
tell the second you laid eyes on me when I was naked; your gaze begged for me
to fuck you up against this wall."
Her thumb slipped against Narcissa's clit and she cried out in need; her moans
begging for her to bring her to a mind-numbing orgasm despite her brain calling
her all sorts of fucked up things in her head for being this sick.
"I'm going to make you straddle my face," Bellatrix went on, her voice labored
by how turned on she was getting. "I'm going to shove my tongue so far up your
cunt that you scream my name, beg me to make you come in my mouth. I bet you
taste like honey, Cissy; I can't fucking wait to have all of you…"
Narcissa panted, her head swimming with the mental image of that. Her whole
body ached for her sister and that made her feel like a freak. She wanted to
come, but she wanted to die as well. It was, honestly, the most fucked up
situation she had ever found herself in and yet she craved to have so much
more.
God, this was going to destroy her.
And yet, the only thing she gasped out was, "Harder!" and Bellatrix readily
obliged. Her fingers curled inside of her and Narcissa stifled a scream, biting
so hard on her lower lip that she split it. Oh God, she was going to Hell… they
were both going to go to Hell, weren't they? That was a terrifying thought and
yet Narcissa couldn't find it in her to stop this. Instead, she found herself
pushing her hips further into her sister's hand, silently pleading for release.
She was going to burn for eternity because of this.
"I'd do anything for you, do you know that?" Bellatrix whispered in her ear,
her heavy breath making Narcissa shiver. "You are the most utterly frustrating
person I've ever met in my life and sometimes I want to strangle you, but… I
would die for you. You're everything to me; I need you to know that…" She moved
her head a little to capture Narcissa's lips with hers, but only for a moment.
"I need you to feel that, Cissy… Tell me you feel that, Narcissa; tell me you
love me…"
Her voice almost held a twinge of begging in it; fearful that maybe she didn't.
But Narcissa did. God, she loved her with every inch of her being. But that was
the problem, wasn't it? They weren't meant to love each other like this. She
wasn't meant to want this as desperately as she found she did.
Sick. Disgusting. Hell. Burning. Sinning. Perversion.
…But did it matter?
"I love you… Oh god, I fucking… uggff," Narcissa cut herself off with a groan,
eyes closed and face contorted in pleasure as Bellatrix's increased the
pressure on her clit. "Bella! Fuck!" she cried out, feeling the pressure begin
to become overwhelming. Her nails dug into her sister's skin and she screamed,
burying her face in Bellatrix's neck as she came the hardest she ever had in
her life.
And then she burst into tears.
It mattered.
"Cissy!" Bellatrix exclaimed, actual worry crossing over her features; a look
Narcissa rarely ever saw. Bellatrix hardly cared about anything and it was
almost just a shocking as what they just did, that she seemed to care now. "No,
come on," she pleaded, sounding a little scared. She probably was fearful that
everything was entirely one-sided. Narcissa wished that it was. "Shh, love;
it's okay…" she tried to sooth her, wrapping her up in her arms.
"Stop it! Stop touching me!" Narcissa shrieked desperately, pushing her sister
away from her. The look on Bellatrix's face nearly broke her heart; she had
never seen her look so hurt before. But it didn't matter then. Nothing mattered
besides the fact that she was currently having the biggest panic attack of her
life. "Don't ever touch me!" she screeched, looking frightened. "You're
disgusting! This… this is vile, Bellatrix! You're sick! I'm sick! I'm fucking…
I'm fucking fucked in the head! This is wrong! THIS IS ALL WRONG; STOP IT!"
"I'm… I-I'm sorry," Bellatrix replied, looking incredibly shaken up and like
she didn't know what to do with herself. "Cissy, please. I didn't… I mean, I-
I thought—No, Narcissa!" She tried to reach for her when Narcissa attempted to
scramble out of the shower in her haste to get away from Bellatrix, but she was
still drunk and she tripped, tumbling to the floor in a heap… right on top of
the empty alcohol bottle. It hit the marble floor and shattered, slicing one of
Narcissa's forearms so deeply that it must have cut a vein because a startling
about of blood followed.
"Cissy!Cissy!" Bellatrix cried, climbing out of the shower so fast Narcissa
barely even saw her move. "Fuck, fuck! Don't move!" she shouted desperately,
grabbing a towel off the rack and covering her sister's forearm with it,
applying pressure in hopes of stopping the bleeding momentarily. "Here, just
hold it like this okay? Keep pressure on it while I go get my wand." She tried
to let go of it but Narcissa wouldn't hold the towel. "Cissy! Listen to me, do
what I say! Please!"
"Just let me bleed," Narcissa sobbed, feeling damaged beyond repair. "This is
what happens, Bella; don't you get it? We're disgusting, it's what we deserve!"
"No, no!" Bellatrix screamed, holding the towel to Narcissa's arm despite her
protests. "It was a fucking accident, Narcissa; not some kind of divine
intervention! There's nothing wrong with us! Now get up!" She forcefully pulled
Narcissa to her feet, knowing she was going to have to bring Narcissa with her
to get her wand lest she wished to have her sister bleed out all over the
bathroom floor. "Get up before I knock you the fuck out and have to carry you!"
Bellatrix shrieked, fearful by how blood soaked the piece of material was
getting.
Narcissa didn't have much fight left in her so she followed, sobbing the entire
time. Once Bellatrix had gotten her into her room and healed her, she took
Narcissa in her arms and let her cry as she held her once damaged forearm
protectively. "Don't… don't ever fucking scare me like that again, do you hear
me? You don't deserve to die; neither of us do! Please, Cissy…"
She was crying; Narcissa can't remember the last time she saw her sister do
that. It was heartbreaking.
"We're fucked up, Bella…" she sobbed into her neck, devastated that they had
both turned out this way. She had tried so hard to be normal and now she's
condemned them both. She felt like vomiting. She was shaking, but so was her
sister.
"No, no, Cissy; look at me," Bellatrix told her forcefully, lifting Narcissa's
head up so she would look at her. "We're not sick," she told her. "We're not
fucked up, and we're not disgusting, okay? The whole sodding world is fucked to
shit, Narcissa… but not us. We're perfect; each of us. Do you hear me? We're
perfect."
"I don't feel very perfect…" Narcissa sniffed, another tear falling from her
eye. Bellatrix wiped it away with her thumb.
"Then I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make you feel that way, okay?"
Bellatrix tried softly, looking at her with more love than Narcissa had ever
seen, or felt, in her entire life. She wanted to believe it, but her skin felt
like it was crawling. Yet still, all she wanted to do was kiss her sister
something fierce and block out the world around them.
So she did. She kissed Bellatrix with every ounce of feeling and desperation in
her, knowing that one day she would end up killing herself because of all this.
She just hoped that when she did, Bellatrix would come with her… because she
didn't want to burn in Hell alone.
- FIN -
***** The Dutiful Daughter *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: druella/narcissa, blackcest scene where druella finds out
     lucius has proposed to narcissa.
     Rating: t
     For: anonymous
     Where: tumblr
     A/N: this is a much different druella than what I'm sure most of you
     are used to me doing, but I wanted to try something new.
"I'm very proud of you, dear."
Narcissa swallowed hard as her mother kissed her tenderly on the forehead. A
mixture of emotions invaded the pit of her stomach, making it burn with need
and regret. It wasn't as though she was unhappy with her engagement to Lucius
Malfoy: quite the opposite, really. He was a respectable pureblooded man;
everything her mother ever wanted for her.
Narcissa, for most of her young life, sought nothing else than to please
Druella Black and though she knew she had succeeded, she was more than aware
that her success was taking her away from the only place she ever felt safe. It
was both an exhilarating and terrifying feeling and it made her want to reach
out to her mother – be comforted and reassured in the manner Druella had always
allowed her – but in a way it felt childish to do so now and therefore Narcissa
sought to keep herself still.
"Thank you," Narcissa whispered, looking down at her clasped hands as she felt
her mother rise from the bed next to her. She was trying to be strong, but the
need for loving contact consumed her whole and she reached for her mother's
hand, stilling her. "Mum, wait."
Perhaps being childish for one more night wouldn't hurt.
Druella turned, looking at her in a way that suggested she already knew what
her daughter wanted from her. But she said nothing, so Narcissa took a hesitant
breath before asking, "Do you think that… things will be different now?" She
looked down at the hand she held of her mother's, squeezing it gently as she
clarified, "Between us?"
Druella untangled her hand from Narcissa's and took a step back. "Things should
have been different between us a long time ago, Narcissa," she replied, and for
the first time in Narcissa's life, she saw her mother have shame. Yet for the
life of her, she didn't understand why.
"What do you mean?" Narcissa asked, an uncomfortable tightness settling in her
chest as she watched her mother's face mask to one of guilt. "Mother?"
Druella let out a heavy breath, pushing the hair out of her eyes. "Do not
pretend like you don't understand what I'm speaking of; you're old enough now
to know what I've done to you all these years was wrong. But I…" She swallowed,
this whole conversation seemingly painful for her to have. "I was selfish," she
told her honestly, looking down at her daughter upset. "I took from you because
I watched your father take from your sister and I thought…"
Druella could not find it in herself to finish and fell silent, looking as
though she had done something so unfathomable. Narcissa furrowed her eyebrows,
not understanding in the slightest what was going on. "No," she insisted
strongly, her tone making her mother look at her once more. "No, Mum. You
didn't take; I gave. There's a difference. Besides…" she stood up, trying to
close the distance between her and her mother, "Father loves Bella…"
"And Bellatrix hates him for it," Druella snapped, her eyes becoming so furious
that Narcissa took a step back. "You see what you want to see, Narcissa. You
live in a fairytale and pretend everything is all right when you know deep down
it is not. Your father raped Bellatrix, Narcissa. Yes, he loved her… but she
was not so willing as you were to me and every day I look at her my heart
breaks; there's madness stirring behind her eyes and that is my fault."
"No!" Narcissa replied forcefully, the thought that her father would ever do
such a thing to any of them angering her immensely. It couldn't be true. "No,
Bella taught me how we love each other before you ever did; she taught me
because Father taught her – she wouldn't have taught me something awful… and
neither would you! Why are you saying such things?"
"Christ," Druella breathed, covering her face with her hand for a moment as she
turned away, letting that information sink in for a moment. "Narcissa," she
started, her tone indicating she was educating an ignorant child as she turned
back around to face her, "you are not supposed to be fornicating with me or
your sister. How can you not know that? Are you really so blind to everything
that you've convinced yourself what we do in this house is right?"
"How can you say it's not?" Narcissa asked, quickly growing upset with this
conversation. "You told me that our family was special; that we loved each
other more than any other family because we were better than them. All my life
you've told me these things and now you're telling me you lied?"
"Yes, I lied!" Druella shouted, looking on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "I
lied because I wanted you to do as I asked without question! Don't you get it?
Something about your tiny, undeveloped body stirred forbidden desires deep
inside of me that I should have never have been acted on. Yet I did. Do not
tell me you 'gave' me anything, Narcissa; you were too young to know what was
really going on, even if you had played around with your sister before. I took
you because I was sick, because I was weak, and because I was jealous of your
father's fun with Bellatrix. But that's over now; I can't do this to you
anymore, regardless of how brainwashed I seem to have made you."
Narcissa felt like she had just been hit in the gut by a bludger. She felt like
vomiting and tears sprung to the corners of her eyes. She couldn't believe
that; her mother was just being horrible because… perhaps it was her time of
the month, or… or perhaps she was just tired. Anything! Any excuse would do, so
long as Narcissa didn't have to accept this as the truth. She had lived in this
house for fifteen years; she grew up knowing this was just the way their family
was… and now her mother was telling her that it was wrong? Sick?
"Why?" Narcissa asked, feeling like her whole world was falling apart around
her. "I just… I thought perhaps things would be different because of Lucius,
but this… I just, I don't understand…" A tear slipped down her cheek and she
prayed her mother would turn around and tell it was all a joke; some sick humor
for her own amusement. It would make her angry, but it would be so much better
than this really happening right now. It felt like her family was tearing
apart; it felt like the life she had always known wasn't even real. But how
could so many years of her life been a lie? That's just not possible…
"Do you really want to know why?" Druella shouted, her frustration with
Narcissa's unwillingness to accept change boiling over. Narcissa cried out that
she did because she couldn't fathom how things had changed so quickly and it
prompted Druella to look her over before telling her venomously, "Because you
got too old."
"…What?" Narcissa asked, her voice sounding tiny even to her own ears. "I'm…
I'm fifteen." She didn't feel very old; right now she felt like nothing more
than a child – a child hearing that their mother didn't love them anymore. She
felt so small.
"Yes," Druella confirmed, looking her over like the sight of her actually
revolted her. "Nearly a woman, are you not? Narcissa, don't be an fool: if I
had wanted a woman, I would have gotten one. I wanted a girl. Which you, my
darling daughter, are no longer."
Narcissa just stared at her, tears running down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry," Druella told her honestly, after taking a much needed breath to
calm herself down. "I do… I do feel badly about what I've done to you. I
shouldn't have and if I could do it all over again I would have kept my
perversions at bay. I feel horrible, but mostly what makes me ashamed and
guilty is the fact that it wasn't that you were my daughter, it was because you
were a child. And what's worse is that it had to take you growing up for me to
find it in myself to stop this… for all the wrong reasons."
"But Mother…"
"No, Narcissa," Druella said firmly, her tone indicating that this was not up
for discussion. As obedient as Narcissa always was for her mother, she finally
quieted herself. Nothing, after all, was ever her decision, no matter how much
she wished she had a say in what went on in her life… and what didn't.
So all she said was a whispered, "I love you…" feeling like her heart was
breaking in two. Druella looked at her sympathetically.
"I love you too, my darling. But it's time for you to grow up; after all, your
body has." She bit her lower lip for a moment before telling her, "Find some
happiness with Lucius, will you? And promise me when you have children that you
will treat them with all the love and respect that Cygnus and I failed to give
you girls."
Narcissa nodded, though felt as though all the love and respect she got from
them was enough… more than enough. She couldn't fathom the wrongness of it and
that confused her terribly. Still, she would do what her mother told her.
Because if nothing else, Narcissa had always been a dutiful daughter.
- FIN -
***** Not Today, Love *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: none
     Rating: m
     For: nobody
     Where: nowhere
     A/N: i've just had a really shit day and decided to write this
     instead of self-destructing. warnings for self injury, suicidal
     thoughts, and... just general angsty badness.
Her beauty was the perfect disaster. Tinted with self-hatred and fading scars,
Narcissa's tears tasted like a hollow dreams and a warm summer's rain. Her
bones told the story her blood could only whisper; falling from her wrist so
delicately, like silk ribbons that danced only for her sister's eyes.
Bellatrix's tongue traced the area she had mutilated, a carnivorous glimmer in
her eye as she watched Narcissa offer herself up for the slaughter.
Wet lashes hit flushed cheeks as Bellatrix caressed her most intimate area, her
jagged nails piercing her folds and drawing blood as she spread them.
Narcissa's mouth fell open, but no sound came out. Her beautiful music had
ended long ago, locked in the same cage that held all of her hope and
happiness. The dagger she held in her petite little hand went up to her throat
for a moment, intent on spilling her misery for the last time, but two fingers
slid inside of her warmth and Narcissa shuddered; forgetting for a moment her
purpose.
She looked skeletal; a walking dead amongst the beauty of the world that
surrounded her. But she could no longer see it; Bellatrix had made sure of
that. She trapped her sister in the world between worlds; of black and white,
of pain and pleasure, of life and death. Bellatrix watched as her sister grew
weary from blood loss, feeling Narcissa's life essence stick to her back like
warm honey as her sister held onto her.
"Do you want to come, or do you want to die?" Bellatrix proposed in her ear,
using her other hand to wrap around Narcissa's, pressing the knife in her hand
further into her throat. A few droplets of blood slid down to her chest, road
mapping Bellatrix's next destination. The tragic princess opened her reddened
eyes, looking through what she should be looking at.
"Die."
It was always the same answer and Bellatrix smirked, forcing the knife away
from her sister's throat as she lapped at the blood around her jugular. When
she bit down she pressed hard against Narcissa's clit, finally making a small
note as her sister cried out. She was a piano out of tune, but an instrument
that Bellatrix knew how to play nonetheless. As she tugged at her strings and
ate out her soul, Narcissa's begs were not for pleasure, but for pain. Please,
please, please… and then dead silence as the tragedy shuddered in Bellatrix's
arms in a post-orgasmic haze, hating herself just a little bit more.
"Not today, love."
- FIN -
***** The True Definition of Masochism *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: black sisters threesome, explicit.
     Rating: m
     For: emmafrostx
     Where: tumblr
     A/N: this story ran away from me a bit and by the time I was halfway
     done, I realized I would never be able to get the three of them into
     the same bed, lol. So this is more a love triangle than it is a
     threesome (Narcissa/Andromeda, Bellatrix/Narcissa, Bellatrix/
     Andromeda) ¬_¬ My fault for overcomplicating it.
“You shouldn’t be here.”
Andromeda’s voice was cold, cutting through Narcissa’s confident façade so
violently that a chill washed down her spine, eliciting her vulnerability. No,
she shouldn’t be here. She should be anywhere else but here, and yet there she
stood on her sister’s doorstep for a million different reasons, yet none of
them sounded the least bit sane if she were to say them out loud.
Andromeda’s reaction to her presence was not unexpected, of course; the two
sisters hadn’t spoken to each other in almost two decades, so Narcissa was
hardly expecting a warm welcome. However it seemed she was also unprepared for
the possibility that Andromeda’s rejection might actually sting her, and so the
pang in her heart caught her by surprise.
Feelings. Narcissa forgot sometimes that she had those.
“I know.”
Narcissa fell silent, offering no explanation as to why she showed up on her
estranged sister’s doorway at two in the morning. She didn’t wish to speak of
her private affairs outside anyhow; they were born to a more civilized breed,
even if it seemed Andromeda abandoned those beliefs long ago.
“Well?” Narcissa questioned. “Are you going to invite me inside or am I to
assume the mudblood you married stripped you of your manners, as well as your
pride?” She stood statuesque, the only indication of her increasing anxiety
outwardly presented by a habitual nervous tick in her left wrist. It did not go
unnoticed.
“You still believe you’re better than me,” Andromeda observed, tone indicating
a hint of surprise. She leaned against the threshold, crossing her arms as she
took a minute to really see the Narcissa before her. After a moment’s silence,
she let out a slight disbelieving laugh. “You really do, don’t you?
Unbelievable. Something’s really never do change. You’re standing outside my
door, disheveled and on the verge of a panic attack, preparing to throw away
the last of your pride to ask for help and yet still believe that you can walk
on bloody water. Your arrogance really is unsurpassed, Cissa.”
Narcissa heard every word, yet chose to process only a few. Slender fingers ran
along the crease of emerald fabric with frustrated denial. “I do not look
disheveled.” She spat the word as it were offal in her mouth. Narcissa Malfoy
never looked anything less than picturesque, even in her worst of hours.
Andromeda ignored her sister’s vanity as though she didn’t even hear Narcissa
speak. “You must be terribly disillusioned to the darkness that surrounds you,
dear sister.” Her voice was softer than before, yet seemed to hold no note of
care or concern. Andromeda’s eyes however, they sparkled with a newfound
curiosity that made Narcissa uncomfortable in her own skin. Andromeda tilted
her head slightly to one side, careful to assess her sister’s reaction to her
next words. “Did you even know it was there?”
She knew this would happen. Andromeda always did this; dissected her. Picked
her apart to see what made her tick. Narcissa had often wondered if she did
this to everyone, or if she was just special.
Regardless, she’d had practice with this long ago. So Narcissa stood completely
still; rapidly exhausting the last of her willpower as she put everything she
had into appearing effortlessly unconcerned. For most people, she was akin to a
stone wall.
“Could you even feel it?”
However to her sister, despite countless efforts, she had never been made of
anything other than glass.
When Andromeda spoke again, her tone was nothing but furious accusal. “Or did
you choose to disillusion yourself, so you could finally give in and taste the
poison on her lips?”
Bellatrix. She tasted of blood and wine.
Her heat, her breath… it could cause the very fabric of reality to burn in her
wake, allowing Bellatrix to save Narcissa from the horror of her own reality by
replacing it with a sweeter sounding nightmare of her own choosing. Narcissa
never hesitated to devour her sister’s lies; they were artwork compared to the
rest of the world. They were beautiful.
But they also condemned her.
“I knew it. You reek of her self-destruction.”
Strange that she could remember, after all these years. But then perhaps not
so; painful memories were never easy to forget. Bellatrix was the center of her
nightmares, even still.
“You promised me.” Her voice stung with the pain of her Narcissa’s betrayal.
“I’ve spent the majority of my life trying to protect you from her. I still…!”
but Andromeda couldn’t say those words out loud. She couldn’t say anything, she
couldn’t do anything. The damage had already been done, to all of them.
It was all for nothing now.
Andromeda’s fist hit the cedar door in a rage, her emotions boiling over. She
turned back towards her sister, chestnut hair cascading almost violently over
her shoulders in a way that would be beautiful, if Narcissa wasn’t utterly
frightened by her expression. “And you repay me how?” Andromeda screamed, voice
catching slightly from the sorrow laced between her anger, “by lapping at her
cunt at the first chance you had?! You disgust me! Do you ever think of anyone
but yourself?”
The force behind the involuntary tick in Narcissa’s wrist had multiplied. Her
breathing shallowed. Her stomach felt as though it were lined with rocks. The
ground, when once was so firm beneath her feet, now felt as though it would
cave from underneath her. Perhaps the sky would fall instead.
Being forced to face reality always was far too much for Narcissa.
It wouldn’t slow down; her wrist. The feeling was both overwhelming and
frightening; not having control over one’s body movements was highly
disconcerting. Narcissa tried to ignore it – like she always did with so many
other unmanageable situations in her life – but it was difficult.
This was not how this visit was supposed to go.
“Please.” Her voice came out strained. She couldn’t do this out here; her
dignity wouldn’t allow it. Perhaps she would get lucky and faint; it felt like
such a simpler way out of this. “Please… invite me into your home. I-I’ll
explain in there once… once I…” Narcissa couldn’t remember what she was saying.
She needed to breathe. She needed to sit. She needed to apologize…
She needed to regain control over her legs.
“You always were so bloody useless on your own,” Andromeda muttered under her
breath, attempting to hold her sister’s weight. After she had prevented
Narcissa from falling, the younger woman had to take a moment and collect her
bearings. “Look at you; you don’t even know how to control your own sodding
panic attacks and you’ve been having them since you were five.”
Narcissa would have liked to retort that there was no rational part of the word
‘panic,’ but between her difficulty breathing and the fact that Andromeda had
to help her into the house, Narcissa kept the comment to herself.
She was forced into a large arm chair and Andromeda grabbed her wrist
forcefully one hand, kneeling in front of her so they were at eye level. “One,”
she counted, slipping easily into a routine she hadn’t had to do for years. It
took Narcissa aback for a moment, so when she failed to respond Andromeda’s
grip tightened. Narcissa gasped softly in pain, forcing her back to reality.
“Look at me,” Andromeda demanded. Her sister obeyed. “Nothing exists but me,
Narcissa,” Andromeda coached, nodding at her encouragingly. She searched her
eyes. “Now breathe. One.”
Narcissa inhaled an unsteady breath, feeling as though for a moment nothing had
changed between them. But that was a lie. Everything was different now.
Everything.
She exhaled.
“Two.”
Andromeda coached her until the count of ten, then released her wrist. It was
completely still, for the first time in weeks. Narcissa’s slender fingers slid
over her skin, wondering how Andromeda, of all people, could always draw out a
sense of calm in her even when Narcissa was sure none existed inside of her
anymore.
“It’s your wrist,” Andromeda told her. Narcissa looked up at her, eyebrows
furrowed. “The worse it gets the more you panic, surely you’ve noticed after
all these years?” All Andromeda was met with was a confused expression.
Of course Narcissa never noticed though; she had always surrounded herself with
people who sought be her hero. She never learned to stand on her own two feet
because there was always someone behind her holding her upright. Not anymore
though. Lucius was in prison, Bellatrix had descended into madness, and
Andromeda hadn’t been a part of her life in years. For the first time in her
life, Narcissa was completely alone.
It terrified the hell out of her. Perhaps that was why she threw herself at
Bellatrix; she hoped the intimacy would sate the madness inside of her enough
to make her want to take care of her.
It didn’t.
“Your anxiety causes your tick, but your panic attacks are brought on by the
fact that you cannot control its movements,” Andromeda explained. “That
frightens you. But the more attention you pay to it, the worse it gets. You
have to learn to ignore it.”
No, actually it seemed all Narcissa needed was a proper distraction. Andromeda
just proved that. But this conversation was not the one they were meant to be
having; its importance paled in comparison. Still, Narcissa nodded to indicate
she understood.
The silence fell thick between them. Minutes felt like hours. Narcissa sat
motionless in the armchair, subconsciously rubbing her left wrist as she tried
to find the right words. It was futile though; both of them knew there would
never be words powerful enough to fix the rift between them. Still, Narcissa
needed to explain what brought her to Andromeda’s doorstep tonight. She owed
her that much.
“Draco is in service of the Dark Lord.” The words stuck in her throat. It was a
reality Narcissa tried to paint over, but the horror that consumed her was too
powerful to be subdued. “He’s been given an impossible task; a punishment for
Lucius’ failure. My son…” Narcissa’s throat constricted and she forced herself
to look away from Andromeda. No one was granted the privilege of seeing her
tears; that would never change. “He is meant to die.”
Narcissa had never said those words out loud before. The reality of them
suffocated her. If Draco failed, which he most assuredly would, Voldemort would
kill him without a moment’s hesitation. Her precious boy, destined to die
because of her husband’s mistake. It was cruel. Vile. Inhuman.
Narcissa’s vision blurred and her thumbnail dug into her palm. She felt sick.
It took moments, but finally Andromeda spoke. “Every morning when the post
arrives, I’m terrified.” The pain and truth behind that admission forced
Narcissa’s gaze back towards her. “My hands shake when I open them. Fear
overtakes me so badly that some days I even struggle to breathe. The
possibility of Nymphadora never coming back home is greater than it ever was,
and I’m…” Her voice caught in her throat and sorrow filled her eyes. “I’m so
afraid that one of those envelopes, one day, could contain confirmation of my
worst fear.”
Narcissa swallowed hard, a pang in the pit of her stomach causing her to feel
nauseous. She feared the post as well for that very reason. For leading
different lives, their horror seemed very much the same.
“But my daughter made her choice.” Andromeda’s hand rested on her sister’s leg,
the only gesture of comfort she felt she could offer Narcissa before she
blatantly finished, “And so did your son.”
Narcissa shoved her sister’s hand away, angry Andromeda would believe their
situations were similar in that aspect. “Draco’s just a boy! He is not meant to
be caught up in this war. He didn’t understand what he was agreeing to; his
desire to make his father proud has always clouded his judgment. Your daughter
is doing a job she chose and trained for, my son hasn’t yet finished his
schooling and was only recruited with the expectation that he would die! Do you
understand that, Andi? He is meant for nothing else other than the pain his
death will bring to Lucius. So don’t you dare sit there and preach that it’s
the same, because it is not.”
Andromeda looked as though she had something to say, yet instead her lips
formed into a tight line. After a moment’s silence she stood, shaking her head
as she paced. “Why come to me?” she asked, her tone sounding almost accusatory.
Slightly jealous even. “Surely Bellatrix would be better suited to save your
son; she’s Voldemort’s favorite, is she not? And you’re certainly hers.”
Narcissa visibly winced at the sound of the Dark Lord’s name. How brave
Andromeda must be, to speak it out loud.
Or how stupid.
“Bella is much too infatuated with the Dark Lord to ever question his wishes,
you know that,” Narcissa replied softly. She picked at the fabric of her robes,
the topic of their sister making her feel uncomfortable. Regardless, she
continued, “I still begged her, of course. However to her, my plea for my son’s
life sounded like nothing more than disloyalty. That angered her.” Narcissa
subconsciously ran her hand over her cheek, as though she could still feel the
slap her sister delivered that day. Bellatrix always was quick to violence,
even when she was a child. “She told me that I should feel proud that Draco was
chosen; that even should he die in the service of the Dark Lord, it would bring
great honor to our family. It sickens my soul, to know blood means so little to
her now.”
“Blood has always meant nothing to her,” Andromeda told her curtly. “It was
only you she adored; the rest of us were nothing more than what we could offer
her.”
A faint crack was heard upstairs. It was foolishly ignored.
“She loved you,” Narcissa insisted firmly. Bellatrix may not know how to love
now, but she once held a strong love for both of them. They were family.
“She fucked me.” The bluntness of Andromeda’s statement made Narcissa uneasy.
She did not wish to talk about this, but it seemed Andromeda wasn’t giving her
a choice. “She loved you. At least, it seems, until you started fucking her.”
The blame and anger in Andromeda’s tone made Narcissa flush with guilt. “I
never meant to disrespect what you sacrificed for me.” Her voice was barely
above a whisper. She could not look at her. “It was a selfish choice, I’m
sorry.”
Andromeda scoffed at her apology. It was far too early for forgiveness.
The silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever. The wind howled
outside, the ceiling above them creaked. There was always so much noise when
time stood still.
“You’ve no idea what you’ve done, have you?” Andromeda’s voice was soft and
full of dread. The sudden change in mood seemed to have startled Narcissa out
of her trance and when she looked up at her sister, her stomach dropped.
Andromeda looked pale.
“Whatever I’ve done, I’ve done it to myself.”
The ceiling creaked above them once more and Andromeda glanced upwards. She
looked nauseated. “No,” she corrected. “You’ve done it to her.”
Her?
Narcissa was beginning to grow paranoid. Suddenly nothing was making sense to
her anymore and she was uncertain of what had changed. But as she caught
Andromeda glancing at the ceiling again, warning bells began to go off inside
of her. “What’s going on?” Narcissa demanded. “What are you hiding from me?”
She had assumed earlier that the wind was causing the ceiling to creak; it
wasn’t as though the hobble her sister lived in looked sturdy. However the way
Andromeda was reacting to the sound told a different story, one that filled
Narcissa with unease. Was there someone upstairs?
“Nothing. Don’t be ridiculous.” The answer came too quickly for Narcissa’s
liking and did nothing to sate her suspicion. When Andromeda finally turned to
face her sister, she seemed to have collected herself. “It’s late,” she
mentioned. “Perhaps we should continue this another time.”
Narcissa didn’t believe for a moment that the late hour was to blame for the
abrupt end to their visit, but she didn’t comment on it. Besides, if she did
this right she wouldn’t have to.
“I told Bella I would be in Paris for the weekend. She’s been staying with me
ever since Lucius’ imprisonment; if I return home there will be questions.”
Andromeda stared at her as she tried to process the information Narcissa has
just given her. She clearly wasn’t expecting anything other than a goodbye from
her, as it was the polite thing to do. The unexpected change in her sister’s
behavior irritated Andromeda and she put her hands on her hips. “Well that was
a bit presumptuous, don’t you think? The entire weekend?”
“We have more to talk about than can fit in one night,” Narcissa explained,
unperturbed. “Besides, you’ve always been too kind to put someone out. I never
thought to worry.”
Andromeda looked unsure if she should be flattered by the compliment or
irritated that Narcissa had invited herself to stay without permission. But
then a soft thud came from upstairs and suddenly Andromeda was quick to comply,
“Fine, you can sleep on the couch. Linens are in the hall closet, help
yourself.” Narcissa barely had a chance to react before her sister was halfway
to the stairwell. “We’ll speak in the morning.”
Andromeda disappeared upstairs, leaving Narcissa standing in the middle of the
parlor completely perplexed by her behavior. She was curious to find out what
her sister was hiding, but thought it best if she waited until Andromeda was
asleep to investigate; by then it would be much easier to sneak around
unnoticed.
Perhaps it was just her husband, but Narcissa couldn’t think of a reason
Andromeda would hide him from her. Although the more she thought about it, the
more Narcissa found it odd that it was nearly three in the morning and she had
yet to see him. If he wasn’t what Andromeda was hiding upstairs, where was he?
It wasn’t exactly in Narcissa’s nature to notice a mudblood’s absence, or even
their presence for that matter, but she was still irritated with herself for
being so unobservant.
As Narcissa began gathering a fresh set of linens for herself, she failed to
notice that she was no longer alone. “You’re starting to become quite the
disappointment.”
Narcissa gasped and spun around so frantically that her back slammed into in to
the doorknob of the closet door, causing a sharp pain to shoot up her spine.
Despite how badly that had hurt, Narcissa immediately retreated down the
hallway a few more steps. Once she had established distance, Narcissa tried to
sooth her injury with her hand as she exclaimed angrily, “Have you taken to
stalking me now?”
Perhaps it was foolish to respond that way, but pain was always quick to
release her temper. Besides, Narcissa didn’t want it known that she was afraid;
that was more power than she was willing to relinquish.
Bellatrix merely stared at her; the lack of expression on her face causing
Narcissa great unease; she had been expecting anger. “Do you enjoy
disrespecting me, Cissy?” she asked, tone indicating nothing but genuine
curiosity to hear the answer.
It was entirely disconcerting.
“You’re the one who violated my privacy and followed me here,” Narcissa
responded boldy. “Perhaps you should ask yourself that question first, so you
no longer sound terribly hypocritical.”
The corner of Bellatrix’s mouth twitched; Narcissa’s retort seemed to have
amused her. Or perhaps she was anticipating Narcissa’s reaction to her next
sentence: “I didn’t come here for you.”
A dumbfounded look crossed the blonde’s face and the smirk on Bellatrix’s face
grew wider. Somehow she had managed to turn this into a game, and while
Narcissa was never happy to be tormented solely for her sister’s amusement, it
was better than having to shield herself from her rage.
Narcissa’s gaze flickered to the stairwell, dread filling the pit of her
stomach. “What have you done with Andromeda?” she demanded. If it was Bellatrix
waiting for her upstairs, there was no telling what she did to her. It was no
secret what she thought of her.
“Nothing I haven’t done before,” Bellatrix dismissed. Narcissa was about to
retort to that, but her sister began advancing on her. “Imagine my surprise
when I found that she wasn’t alone. I would have thought she’d learn by now,
but I suppose old habits die hard. Her silly little infatuation with you always
has been rather irritating, don’t you think?”
Narcissa ended up backing herself into a corner, yet the fear of being trapped
seemed to pale in comparison to the intense confusion that clouded over her at
Bellatrix’s words, because she didn’t move. “What the hell are you on about?”
Narcissa asked, suddenly very aware that she was unable to understand a single
thing that was happening right now. “You sound completely mental right now, do
you know that? She isn’t the one that has always been infatuated with me.”
“Correction,” Bellatrix started, slamming her hand against the wall so hard
Narcissa visibly jumped. She now had her properly trapped against the corner
and Narcissa’s sudden awareness of that did nothing to calm her pounding heart.
“She’s been so disastrously in love with you for so long that she’s been
fucking me for most of her pathetic life.”
Narcissa didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or vomit. Nothing Bellatrix was
telling her made any sort of sense, yet Narcissa knew she didn’t want it to
continue. Her sister seemed to be having some kind of psychotic break and right
now she really wished she wasn’t a part of her paranoid delusions. But she
always tended to be, didn’t she?
Sometimes Narcissa wondered if Bellatrix did this to her on purpose; messed
with her head, because she believed it to be amusing. It sometimes made her
question if her sister was even that crazy, or if she simply played it up for
the attention.
Or perhaps Bellatrix just enjoyed scaring people; it always had been some sort
of power trip for her, which was why Narcissa made a point to never show fear
around her.
“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but this isn’t funny. Andromeda doesn’t
deserve to pay for my mistake. I was the one who disobeyed you, not her.”
Bellatrix seemed to not hear her as she playfully combed her fingers through
Narcissa’s hair, like a child grooming their favorite doll. “It sickens her to
pleasure me, you know,” Bellatrix mentioned, much too casually than this sort
of subject deserved. “She thinks I don’t know it, but I do. It’s the only
reason I let her do it. The shame she has, the self-hatred she feels… it’s
beyond anything you could ever imagine, Cissy; it’s almost mouthwatering. Oh,
you can’t even begin to imagine all the disgusting little things I’ve made her
do…”
“Stop it!” Narcissa exclaimed, shoving her sister as hard as she could manage.
She had enough of this. “Do you think I don’t know what happened when we were
children? Do you think I don’t know why? Why are you trying to relive the past?
You have me, Bella; it’s over.”
Narcissa’s back collided into the wall with so much force that it winded her.
Bellatrix pinned her arms to her sides, faced etched in anger as she hissed
dangerously, “You don’t know anything.” Narcissa winced from the force of her
sister’s grip, yet stayed silent. She didn’t want to provoke her further.
“You’re the center of everyone’s fucking universe, Cissy; especially your own.
Haven’t you noticed? You’re aware of nothing and nobody around you until you
find you need them for something. You’re a like a sodding leech; sucking us dry
of all the affection you know you could never truly deserve, yet we give you
without question. That’s the true definition of masochism.”
Bellatrix laughed. It sounded cruel, hollow. Yet it was the sadness behind it
that sliced Narcissa to pieces.
“Did you think we wouldn’t notice? Huh? Us, who would have gladly bled
ourselves dry should it have made you happy?” Her eyes were wild, like an
animal stalking their prey. “But did you care? No. You’ve never been able to,
have you? You never once saw me, or her, or anyone! Even when I fucked you,
even when I finally thought you had seen me… it was all lies, wasn’t it? You
didn’t see me; all you saw was your own sodding reflection in my eyes. I
wonder… is that the only way you can ever see yourself, Cissy? Are you even
real, or are you just a part of some fucked up dream…?”
Narcissa couldn’t speak. She was so shocked by her sister’s words that she
barely remembered to breathe. Her mouth merely hung open, disbelief etched over
every inch of her face as she stared at her sister. That couldn’t be what
Bellatrix truly thought of her, could it? Could she really believe she was that
horrible? Paranoid delusion or not, she made her out to sound like some kind of
monster and it made Narcissa want to vomit.
“What…?” Narcissa finally managed to utter, voice barely above a whisper as she
tried to make sense of what just happened. “Bella, no… no. I saw you, I see
you.” It broke her heart to see how badly she had hurt her sister, even if she
did not intend to do so. Narcissa looked at her with soft eyes as she cupped
Bellatrix’s cheek possessively. “When you touched me you were the only thing
that existed, how could you not know that? You breathed fire into me and
ignited my soul… how could I ever ignore that?”
Narcissa’s hand slipped backwards to tangle in dark curls, pulling the broken
woman towards her. She kissed her fiercely, needing her to understand that even
though she may be selfish at times, that didn’t mean she disregarded the people
who truly loved her. She needed them to breathe, to live, to feel. And oh, how
Bellatrix could make her feel. Her passion ran deeper than anyone Narcissa had
ever known, her love for her making her feel whole again, if even for a moment.
The feeling was short lasting.
It took a moment, but Bellatrix’s insanity proved it would not easily be
sedated and Narcissa was furiously pushed off of her. “You’re a contamination,”
Bellatrix spat. The blonde felt as though she had been slapped and her eyes
welled up with tears, yet she would not let them fall. Not for her, not for
anyone. It was perhaps, the only bit of pride she had left in her anymore. “I
would have burned this world to the ground for you, stripped the flesh off my
sodding bones for you. You took everything I had and left me with nothing. Tell
me, Cissy; was it worth it?”
Narcissa felt as though she was on trial for a crime she didn’t commit. She had
no idea where Bellatrix was getting her evidence from and it nearly frustrated
her to tears.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about!” she cried miserably. “Are you
angry that I slept with you, because I thought that was what you always
wanted!”
“No, you ignorant little twit,” Bellatrix spat furiously, her face etched with
the pain of rejection. “I wanted you to love me. Instead, you used me because I
was convenient, because your precious little Lucius was gone and you needed
someone to worship the fucking ground you walked on.”
Narcissa stared at her disbelievingly. Even still, guilt began to weigh heavy
in her chest. Perhaps on some level, Bellatrix was right. Maybe she did use
her.
But that didn’t mean she didn’t love her.
“I do love you, Bella…” she tried, though her voice was weak. Narcissa knew her
sister wouldn’t believe her. She wasn’t sure if she even believed herself
anymore.
Was she caught up in her sister’s delusion, or was this the reality she was
born to?
“You love yourself,” Bellatrix corrected dangerously. The look of contempt on
her face tore Narcissa to pieces. A step back was taken, the finality in
destroying something both once thought to be unbreakable. Perhaps Andromeda had
been right; maybe blood really did mean nothing to Bellatrix, in the end. “If
you touch me again, I’ll rip your sodding tits off and force-feed them to your
bastard of a son until he chokes to death on your miserable existence. Is that
clear enough for you, Malfoy? You’ve fucked with me for the last time.”
Narcissa couldn’t catch her breath. She felt as though she couldn’t see, even
though she was staring right in front of her. Somehow she found herself on the
ground, the wisps of black smoke from her sister’s departure choking the last
remaining bit of life from her lungs. The tears finally fell from Narcissa’s
eyes and she buried her face in her hands, resting her head against the wall as
she screamed her pain into the empty room.
She was alone. She would always be alone.
How did this happen? Why did this always happen? Was what Bellatrix said true;
did she know how to do nothing else other than selfishly take the love they
offered her? It wasn’t as though she didn’t care, but perhaps it wasn’t enough;
would never be enough. Maybe she really was nothing but a shell; trying to fill
the void inside of her by taking anything someone offered her, sucking them dry
until they had nothing more to give.
But then why did they love her? How could they?
They!
Narcissa sat up straight, sorrow forgotten and quickly replaced by a feeling of
dread. Andromeda. What had Bellatrix done with her? Scrambling to her feet,
Narcissa violently wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. “Andi?” she called,
taking the stairs two at a time. “Andi!”
Narcissa pushed her sister’s bedroom door open with such force that it banged
against the far wall. Someone yelped in surprise. It took a moment, but through
her panic Narcissa’s eyes finally landed on her sister and she nearly collapsed
with relief. “Thank Merlin, I thought she had—” but she stopped mid-sentence,
realizing Andromeda wasn’t exactly alright; her clothing was disheveled and
torn, a large bruise beginning to darken on her cheek. Her hands were tied to
the far bottom post of the bed, forcing her to a kneeling position on the
floor.
Narcissa gasped.
“I’m fine,” Andromeda insisted, merely looking embarrassed to be found in such
a state. “It’s worse than it looks, honestly. We both know she isn’t fond of
betrayal, so I suppose it was only to be expected…”
Narcissa couldn’t believe the words coming from her sister’s mouth. Was she
making excuses for Bellatrix? What had happened to her family?!
Narcissa wasn’t sure if Bellatrix’s claims were based in delusions or not, but
one thing she was certain about was that both of her sisters had lied to her;
there was more to their relationship than they let on. Which, considering
Narcissa was convinced that they had no relationship nor contact for more than
half their life, wasn’t exactly hard to do. Regardless, Narcissa wasn’t fond of
being lied to.
Especially after being brutally forced through emotional carnage.
Narcissa’s gaze flickered to her sister’s torn clothing. “Did she rape you?”
Andromeda shook her head.
It was hard, to keep the accusatory tone from her voice during her next
question. Narcissa’s arms crossed across her chest, fingers squeezing
previously bruised flesh to remind her to keep calm. “Has she ever?”
Andromeda’s gaze snapped up to meet hers, surprise etched on her face at the
question. Narcissa kept her face neutral, yet stared intently at her. She
needed to know.
The silence seemed to stretch on forever.
“All I ever wanted to do was protect you, Narcissa; you know that,” Andromeda
started, her voice strong although tinted with shame; perhaps merely from
getting caught. “Maybe I could have gone about that by telling you the truth,
but I stand by what I did. It was a complicated situation and at the time you
wouldn’t have understood.”
Narcissa could feel each individual muscle in her body tensing with anger. Once
she believed that Andromeda was her only sister who would never hurt her. Now
she finds she had been lied to for nearly all of her life.
“So instead you let me believe my sister was a rapist?” she screamed, fury
pouring from every fiber of her being. “You led me to believe that you allowed
her to rape you, use you as some kind of constant distraction, so that she
wouldn’t rape me? Why? So you could come out looking like some kind of hero?
What the fuck kind of person are you, Andromeda?!”
“I might have bent the truth, but I am no liar!” Andromeda responded angrily,
pulling at the ties that bound her. Narcissa had absolutely no desire to let
her loose though, not after that. “Bellatrix told me she was afraid she would!
Alright? Neither of us wanted that so yes, I allowed her to fuck me so it’d
sate her desire to. I merely told you it was against my will because I was
ashamed; can’t you understand that? I was a child, Cissa.”
“You’re not now!” Narcissa exclaimed. “Both of you have had years to tell me
the truth, yet neither of you did. Instead you kept shagging each other behind
my back, having me believe that our family was still so torn apart. I was
forbidden to speak to you, Andi. Do you understand that? The both of you—
you’ve always…” Her voice caught in her throat, emotion welling up in her
chest. Narcissa felt robbed of the childhood she was meant to have. “You’ve
always hated one another. For years I was the one stuck in the middle.I was the
one who was constantly told they were mental for loving the both of you. You
and Bella made me feel like shit for caring about the other, and yet I find you
two have been fucking for over half of your sodding life?! What the hell is
wrong with you two??”
Narcissa was finally beginning to understand Bellatrix’s desire to tear the
world apart.
“I told you, it’s complicated—” Andromeda, at least, had the decency to look
ashamed.
“Then uncomplicate it!”
Narcissa was nearing the end of her rope; her voice was a fitful shriek as she
grasped her sister’s satin curtain that hung from the nearest window fiercely
in one hand. A crash shortly followed; she had torn the rod right from its
base. She barely noticed though; she had merely lashed out and found the
closest thing to destroy. It didn’t feel nearly as good as she expected it to.
Andromeda took a hesitant breath. It was obvious she had never thought her
tryst with Bellatrix would be exposed, least of all to Narcissa. “I’ll answer
anything you want me to,” she responded finally. “But please, untie me first?”
She held her wrists up to Narcissa, reminding her that she was still forcefully
bound to the bedpost. “Being in this position for so long is causing my leg to
cramp up. Please.”
Narcissa chewed on the inside of her cheek, eyes narrowing as she stared at her
sister. She didn’t have much desire to let her go, no. She was still infuriated
with Andromeda for all the lies. She was still so emotionally destroyed by
Bellatrix’s farewell. She still had the desire to tear everything to fucking
pieces.
Why though?
If she were to be honest, the answer would be that Narcissa hated that she
couldn’t understand why this all happened in the first place. Bellatrix angrily
spat a theory in her face, yet with her it could have been nothing more than
paranoid delusion.
But what if it wasn’t?
“I’ll let you go if you honestly, honestly,” Narcissa emphasized, “answer one
question for me.”
She might as well ask.
Andromeda, believing she had nothing to lose at this point, did not hesitate to
agree. But as Narcissa crossed the room to stand next to her, needing to see
the honesty or lie in her sister’s eyes as she answered the question, Andromeda
began to shift in her seat a little nervously. The heaviness of the question
was already weighing down the silence that preceded it.
Narcissa crouched down in front of her sister, her eyes never leaving
Andromeda’s. Perhaps Bellatrix was mad, but perhaps not. Either way, she was
going to find out right now. “Are you in love with me?” she questioned softly,
her hand resting on Andromeda’s knee; both as an apology and a comfort. Her
sister looked like she was about to vomit from anxiety.
The silence ate Narcissa alive.
“I haven’t seen you for a long time,” Andromeda began softly. She couldn’t look
her sister in the eye. “I’m not sure what it is I feel anymore.”
Narcissa’s breath caught in her throat. “But you… did at one point?” She needed
to know the answer; a real, yes or no answer. Andromeda still wouldn’t look at
her.
“Yes.”
The response was barely above a whisper.
Narcissa stared at her. How could it be that she had never known? And how could
Andromeda have just left her like that, barely spoke to her for decades, if she
loved her? What was wrong with their family; were they always so emotionally
stunted, or was this something that began when they fell apart?
Narcissa reached up and began to undo the ties that bound her sister. So many
questions ran through her head and she was unsure of which she should ask
first. It was overwhelming, to find that she had perceived most of what went on
in her life wrong. “If you loved me, why did you leave…?” Narcissa finally
asked, finding that to be the most important thing to inquire about right then.
It hurt her heart.
What kind of love was that, really?
Andromeda let out a soft sigh, looking so defeated and exposed. She still would
not look Narcissa in the eye. She rubbed her wrists as she replied, “You know
why I left: Ted.”
“Where is he?” Narcissa asked, finally being given the opportunity to voice
that out loud. She had found it strange that he was not there.
Andromeda pursed her lips, then shook her head softly. “I used to meet Bella
elsewhere for our…” she couldn’t even say the word. Andromeda sighed, then
shrugged lightly. “Then one day she showed up here. Nearly every week following
it, in the dead of night, she would apparate into my bedroom and wait for me. I
had tried to keep where I lived a secret for as long as I could, but she
eventually found me. Part of me always knew she would. So Ted… he can’t be
here, for his own safety. If Bellatrix saw him, she’d kill him. It’s easier for
her to ignore my indiscretions if they’re not in her face, you see…”
Narcissa could hear the sadness in her sister’s voice that she was forced away
from her husband, and it killed her inside. She could relate.
“You think we lied to you all these years, about our feelings for one another?”
Andromeda continued, finally glancing upwards to look at her. “The sad thing
is, we still hate each other. We look at each other and get physically ill. But
it never stops. By the time I left the family to marry Ted, we were already in
too deep. It had become routine; a safe plan to keep ourselves distracted… so
that we wouldn’t desire you.”
Narcissa wasn’t sure if she should feel guilty for unknowingly putting her
sisters in a position they both despised, or angry that she was being blamed
when she didn’t do it on purpose.
“I cut you out of my life for my own sanity, Cissa. I had thought that if I
did, my feelings would eventually fade away. But it was really Bellatrix who
should have done that, out of the two of us. I knew, I knew that the moment she
slept with you that it would destroy her. She could never emotionally handle
the rejection of the only love she had ever felt.”
“I do love her!” Narcissa protested loudly.
Andromeda merely shook her head sadly. “Not in the way she loves you. Not in
the way I loved you. We both knew you never could, but Bellatrix had always
refused to accept it. Which is why I left and she couldn’t be strong enough to
do the same. Unlike myself, Bellatrix could have never handled being used in
that way; which was a big part of the reason I continued to see her, even after
I had already left. I was afraid of what she would do to you should that
happen.”
Like completely cut her out of her life? That hurt more than any physical blow
she could have dealt. Narcissa’s heart squeezed in her chest and she tried not
to think about it. Perhaps her sister would come round… one day. She certainly
never meant to hurt her in that way, couldn’t Bellatrix see that?
Narcissa was silent as she replayed Andromeda’s explanation in her head over
and over. Despite being completely mental, it made sense… in a way. Still,
Narcissa felt so betrayed over how they handled it. Could they have not just
told her how they felt? Perhaps it was a bit unorthodox, but they were
purebloods; sexual relations between family members weren’t completely unheard
of. Maybe if they had just been honest with her, Narcissa wouldn’t have grown
up feeling completely torn in half by the care she had for both of her sisters.
And it was completely fucked… because her life was only like that because of
the care both of them held for her.
Something Andromeda said though, struck something inside of Narcissa.
“…‘Unlike you’?” she asked softly, looking at her sister in question. “Did you
not leave for that exact reason, Andi; you feared that you would be used by
me?”
Why did both of her sisters feel she was so incapable of emotion? Couldn’t she
just feel something and have it be looked at as genuine for once? Used…
Narcissa would never intentionally use either of them. When she slept with
Bellatrix, it was supposed to be about the connection she thought they both
needed. Why did it matter what level it was on? Couldn’t they have just enjoyed
being with someone who cared for them?
Maybe it didn’t work that way for everyone.
“Once I felt that way, yes,” Andromeda answered softly. She shrugged, exhaling
as she allowed herself to let go of the desire to fight her feelings any
longer. “But I’ve gotten too old to continue allowing my fear to run my life.
I’ve missed you… more than words could ever describe, Cissa.” Her hand slipped
over Narcissa’s and the blonde grasped it fiercely. She missed Andromeda too;
more than anything. It wasn’t fair that they had to be apart. “So if you use me
in the end, it’s worth it. I lived too much of my life without you already.
Despite never being able to give back that which you take, you’re still the
most perfect person I’ve ever met in my life, Narcissa.”
An emotion Narcissa could never hope to describe welled up inside of her. After
all the pain in her life, in this day, what Andromeda said to her could not
have been more beautiful. She needed something wonderful in her life, even if
it was just for a moment. Even if in the end, it was selfish.
So without thought, she leaned in and kissed her.
Perhaps it was masochistic of all of the Blacks; the way they felt for each
other, the way they took from one another. It was never real in the way any of
them wanted it to be, because they all felt so differently towards each other.
Still, that didn’t stop Andromeda from responding to the kiss.
Hands tangled in blonde hair as their teeth crashed together, the urgency
behind the kiss that Andromeda had been waiting her whole life for causing it
to be sloppy, needy, and desperate. But Narcissa didn’t care. She could
practically feel the emotion pouring from her sister and it wrapped her up,
surrounded her with all the love and care Narcissa needed in that moment. She
reveled in it. She wanted to drown in it.
Narcissa grasped at Andromeda’s robes, pulling her down on top of her. The wood
paneling of the floor felt cool against her back, contrasting with the warmth
of her sister against her chest. Her hands grasped Andromeda’s face as she
devoured her mouth, nails pressing into her cheeks possessively as Narcissa
sought to claim her in this moment. “Use me,” she gasped against her lips.
“Take what you’ve always wanted of me, I beg of you…”
Andromeda’s pupils were black with lust. Narcissa was spread out beneath her,
begging to be taken; it was a fantasy she had dreamed of for nearly all of her
life. Still, would it make anything better between them; between all of them?
Probably not, yet after all these years it seemed Andromeda could no longer
find it in her to care anymore. She tore at Narcissa’s clothing, prompting a
gasp from the woman below her.
“It won’t make it better, you know,” Andromeda panted against her lips. Her
hand slid up her thigh, grasping onto the flesh she had only ever hoped to
dream of as she forcefully pulled her legs apart. The scent of Narcissa’s
arousal intoxicated her. “The emptiness inside of you, it won’t ever be sated
this way. No matter how much you take, you’ll never feel whole.”
Narcissa was beginning to learn that, but it made no difference in that moment.
She took her sister’s hand in hers, forcing it to the apex between her thighs.
Even through her knickers, Andromeda could tell she was dripping. A moan fell
from her lips and Narcissa smiled. “Perhaps not,” she answered breathlessly.
“But I could never imagine anything more satisfying than the feeling of you
filling me, even if the belief of my completion would be nothing other than a
lie.”
Andromeda’s hand slipped beneath her sister’s knickers, the warmth she found
there consuming her whole.
“It’ll destroy us.”
“We’re already destroyed,” Narcissa breathed before pulling Andromeda to her,
their lips connecting in an eruption of unprecedented passion that the blonde
ached to feel. Her back arched as Andromeda’s fingers slid inside of her, the
throaty moan that followed being devoured by her sister’s mouth. She grabbed
for Andromeda, pressing herself so closely that she could feel the beat of her
heart against her own. They would never beat the same, but still they
complimented each other so well.
“Tell me you love me,” Narcissa begged, fingernails digging into the back of
her sister’s neck. She cried out as Andromeda’s fingers twisted inside of her,
her head flinging to the side as her eyes screwed tightly shut. She shuddered.
“No,” Andromeda whispered against her ear, her lips fluttering past the pale,
exposed skin of the blonde’s neck. “That is one thing I will never allow you to
take from me.” She bit down. Narcissa screamed, her hips forcing Andromeda to
go deeper inside of her.
Perhaps that was her sister’s way of breaking her heart, because Narcissa was
sure the reasons she was doing this with her was breaking Andromeda’s.
Narcissa wanted to feel loved. Andromeda wanted to be loved. This way, neither
of them got what they wanted. It was an appropriately cruel solution to an even
crueler situation. Yet they both ate it up like it was the answer to everything
they had ever wanted.
Narcissa clawed at the ground as she cried out. Desperation, pain, need, lust,
love. It all blurred together and consumed her entire being as she held on
tightly to the one person who was, in that moment, making her feel them all.
No, it was not the wholeness Narcissa sought, but it was doing a good job of it
for now. The pit of her stomach burned with her oncoming orgasm and she
screamed Andromeda’s name, her hand tangling in her hair as she began to
believe that letting go might just cause her to fall clear through the earth.
She didn’t care.
Andromeda milked the pleasure right from her very soul, filling the room with
the sounds of Narcissa’s whimpering need as she began to convulse in her arms.
As Andromeda held her close, allowing her to ride out the aftershocks of her
ecstasy, she whispered in her ear, “I’ll save your son. I’ll take both of you
away, far from the Dark Lord’s reach.”
Emotion welled up in Narcissa’s eyes. She had thought perhaps Andromeda did not
care about that. How foolish she was to ever believe her sister could’ve had it
in her to not care about her pain. “Is there such a place?” she asked, voice
vulnerable and tiny.
“The Order will find one,” Andromeda promised. “I swear to you, Draco will be
safe.”
Narcissa reached up, cupping her sister’s cheek possessively. “I’ll make it
worth your while,” she responded meaningfully. “I’ll be yours every day, should
you have me.” To save her son, that meant more to Narcissa than anything anyone
could ever hope to do.
Andromeda shook her head. “I don’t want your body as payment, Cissa. You’re
worth more than that. I’m just sorry you don’t think so.”
Narcissa pursed her lips. She felt so much, yet couldn’t describe it. So she
tried with, “I love you,” even though she knew it was the wrong thing to say.
“No, you don’t,” Andromeda replied sadly, brushing a piece of fallen blonde
hair behind her ear. “But you love your son, and I would be mad to not save the
only relationship that has ever held true meaning in your life.”
Maybe that was it. The only relationship that ever held true meaning. Narcissa
had been craving love, when all along she had had it. Maybe it wasn’t in the
form she had always felt she needed, but it was there.
But even knowing that, would that stop her from pursuing it in other ways?
Probably not. Because if the Black sisters knew only one thing in life, it was
how to crave the one thing that they would never have.
Pain was in their blood.
- FIN -
***** Demand of Repossession *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, “the scent of unrequited love”
     Rating: e
     Where: hexrpg
     A/N: this is actually a couple years old, but i found it while
     looking through my hex folder. it was a contest entry.
Her hand is like a snake, the way it coils through her hair. Narcissa doesn’t
move, but she finds herself trembling a bit when lips brush against the back of
her neck, making her close her eyes and try to will herself to stop this
insanity. It’s gone on too long; shredded her soul for too many years. But her
sister’s hands demand possession of her most prized trophy again as she grasps
her hair roughly, pulling her back a little and holding her firmly in place.
“Did you miss me?” The hiss of madness in her voice floats through Narcissa’s
very core, chilling her blood. Such a loaded question. Bellatrix’s lips are
pressed to her ear, her voice emitting dominance and desire from the very
thought of taking back what she felt she owned. What she did own.
“Every day,” Narcissa breathes, because it was the truth. Every day she missed
the touch of her skin, her breath on her lips. But it wasn’t right. It killed
her a little more; each passing affection they showed to one another that was
less than pure.
But it was more than she could stop. Each commanding word that fell from her
sister’s lips, each look Bellatrix gave her; each look that made Narcissa feel
desirable again... it was more than she could stop. Even Lucius couldn’t make
her feel the things her own flesh and blood could. It was intoxicating; it
swallowed her whole and spit her back out again. It consumed her completely;
the need, the satisfaction, the sin, the fear, the scent of unrequited love
that filled her senses and made her feel weak at the knees.
“Because you love me,” she taunts, a wicked smile adorning her features. Not a
question, but a statement.
“Yes,” Narcissa whispers, wishing she could turn to look into her eyes, but
knowing she’s to stay where she’s held. She loves her, but it does not make her
such a fool to think that she should anger her in any way. Her sister was
dangerous; the madness that Azkaban brought her made her have such a deranged,
yet childish look at the world.
“In love, even. Wouldn’t you say?” Bellatrix continues to taunt her. She
cackles a little, low in her ear. “Tsk, tsk, Cissy. Such a naughty girl. What
would Mother say?” She bites her lower lip to stifle her glee at playing with
her little sister in the only way she knew how to anymore. She pulls her around
to face her suddenly before she steps forward, forcing Narcissa back up against
the wall. Her breathing shallows as Bellatrix gets up in her space. “What do
you think mother would say if she knew her perfect princess prefers to lie in
sin?”
Narcissa doesn’t rise to the bait. She may be weak when it came to stopping
this affair, but she isn’t one of Bellatrix’s victims, either. She narrows her
eyes and tells her, “What do you think she’d say if she knew it was her eldest
daughter that took advantage of her perfect princess when she was too young to
know any better?”
Bellatrix laughs; a cold, hollow sound. “I do love when you play, Cissy.” Her
fingers run through her long blonde hair as she strokes her like she’s a prize
worthy of a Queen. “Mmm…” she purrs. “You’ve grown prettier, you know.”
“Lucius tells me that every day.” It was a lie. Lucius barely acknowledges her
anymore, but she wanted to ignite a passion deep in her sister. Oh, she loved
when she demanded repossession.
Bellatrix’s eyes flash in anger at the mention of Narcissa’s husband and she
withdraws her hand. “Don’t speak his name when you’re with me.”
“He’s my husband, Bella.”
“He’s a tool; a means to an end. I am your eternity,” Bellatrix tells her,
voice stern. Sometimes she sounds more like mother than she realizes. She
commands a certain presence, a certain respect, just like she did.
“My eternity will be with someone who loves me as I love them,” Narcissa tells
her quietly, honestly, sadly. That was the one thing that tore her apart more
than anything else: Bellatrix’s inability to truly love. She only conquered
everything around her, Narcissa included. That’s why she needed it to stop,
more than the guilt from the dirty sin they committed constantly.
“Don’t dare presume how I do and do not feel, Narcissa,” Bellatrix tells her,
voice dangerously calm. “Regardless, why you fill your…” she presses her
fingertip to Narcissa’s temple hard and the blonde winces, “pretty head of
yours with delusions of love and compassion, I’ll never know. Those things
don’t exist. All…” she starts slowly, running her fingertip down Narcissa’s
cheek bone, “that matters…” she traces her lip with her finger and finishes,
“is that I want you to be mine forever.”
“That isn’t enough.”
It was barely a whisper, but it was said. Finally. Her eyes were trained on the
floor in front of her, too scared to see the reaction from her eldest sister.
The silence seemed deafening.
“What are you saying?” Narcissa doesn’t answer. “Cissy!” she demands loudly,
grasping her arm roughly and forcing her to look at her.
“I’m saying that being with you is destroying me!” Narcissa cries, finally.
“Ow, Bella, you’re hurting me!” The grip on her arm, instead of slacking,
tightens.
“You…” Bellatrix starts slowly, “are mine.”
“Take your hand off of me!” Narcissa exclaims, wrenching her arm away from her.
She stumbles away from her, towards the door. Bellatrix’s gaze is like ice.
“I’m sorry,” Narcissa tells her, guilt and pain filling her voice. “Really, I
am. I love you Bella, more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life. But this?”
There’s a pause, a silence that seems to slice the air. “This is wrong,” she
finishes.
“Cissy!” Bellatrix calls out as Narcissa starts to walk away. “Narcissa, come
back here!” she screams, the demand to repossess louder, needier. Desperate.
But Narcissa never looks back.
- FIN -
***** Sentiments *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: bellatrix/narcissa, “i never knew you were a romantic”
     Rating: e
     Where: hexrpg
     A/N: again, something old that i found in my hex folder.
Tears were something that came only when one was alone. To cry in front of
another would surely show your weakness, diminish your pride, and lower your
self-worth and the worth that others apply to you. It was a lesson learned
young for Narcissa; instilled in her as a child from her overbearing mother who
wanted nothing less than perfection from her girls.
So when Narcissa broke down, she did it alone. She was huddled in her bathroom;
the bottom of her dress balled up in her tight fists as she chokes back another
wave of sorrow, feeling like her heart was being ripped from her chest. She
could barely see through her stream of tears, could hardly hear anything other
than the sounds of her own distress, so when she saw a shadow move out of the
corner of her eye, she nearly jumped a mile. She looked up to see she wasn’t
alone.
Her sister Bellatrix stood in the threshold of the doorway, looking like she
didn’t know what to do with the scene before her. It had been decades since
either had seen the other cry. Her hand twitched slightly at her left; like she
wanted to reach out and touch her but didn’t know how to go about it. It seemed
like ages since they’ve had physical contact. Even when Bellatrix escaped from
Azkaban, there were no tearful reunions; no hugs, nothing. It was reduced to a
curt nod, a smile when no one else was looking. But that’s what they had been
reduced to by their mother’s overbearing lessons that left more marks on each
of their personalities than they’re proud of.
But the rules were broken, the weakness in her had been shown, and all she
wanted was her sister back. She looked up at her, eyes puffy and worn from
distress, and reached out with a hesitant hand. Bellatrix’s eyes flickered to
the offering, then back up to note the pain on her sister’s face. In one swift
motion, she closed the door behind her and came to Narcissa wordlessly.
The younger woman wasted no time in pulling her sister to her. Bellatrix knelt
in front of her as Narcissa buried her face in her neck, letting the tears flow
freely as she slumped to the ground to be closer to her warmth. She grasped at
the tatters of her sister’s clothing, letting everything she had ever held
inside of her release in cries of agony and fear.
The picture of them both, huddled together on the floor, was such a flashback
to their childhood that in some sick way it made Narcissa feel safer.
“Cissy.” Bellatrix’s voice was barely audible over her sister’s incessant
crying. “You should be proud.” Of course Bellatrix knew why she was crying. She
knew her own sister well enough to know what would upset her to this length.
“He’s my only son!” Narcissa cried, hysterical. “I don’t understand—if he must
punish Lucius he could have done it with me, why didn’t he do it with me?! I
can’t—he can’t…”
“Do not pretend you can dictate what you think the Dark Lord should and should
not do,” Bellatrix interrupted, voice harsh. And it was that, that right there,
that upset Narcissa more. More than Draco being chosen for some mission that’s
sure to get him killed, more than her whole life feeling like it’s crumbling
apart. She wrenched away from her then, fist pounding on her sister’s shoulder.
“Stop!” she screamed. “Stop being a Death Eater. Be my sister. I need my
sister, Bella! Can’t you see that I… I…” she dissolved in tears again, feeling
the effort to be futile. She didn’t know if Bellatrix has it in her to be human
any longer.
Bellatrix sat motionless for a moment, as if she was a child trying to decipher
a complicated puzzle. She managed to draw to some kind of conclusion though,
and in the most delicate motion Narcissa had ever seen her sister draw forth,
she placed her hand beneath her chin and tipped it to look at her.
“He will not die, I… I promise you, Cissy. I’d further throw myself off a cliff
than see you in anymore pain.” Narcissa looked at her in shock as Bellatrix
seemed to struggle with finding any human emotion inside of her. She looked
uncomfortable, like a trapped animal needing to escape. But she stayed, and she
tried, for her. She took a breath and continued, “You’re my sister, my world. I
would kill, I would destroy whole civilizations rather than see you suffer.”
Then the eye contact was over and Bellatrix withdrew, looking like she felt the
need to run and slaughter a muggle just to feel normal again.
But Narcissa wouldn’t let her. She grasped Bellatrix’s hand, making her look
her in the eyes again. She gave her a small smile and joked, to try to make her
feel at ease again, “I never knew you were a romantic.”
Bellatrix scoffed, but looked amused none the less. “Rodolphus would beg to
differ, I’m sure. Regardless, if I ever heard such filth come from his mouth
I’d remove his tongue and watch as he choked on it.”
Her sister, never one to deal with her problems the normal way.
“But you never really loved him… did you?” Narcissa asked softly, looking up at
her. It was an arranged married and Bellatrix never showed much interest in
him.
“No,” Bellatrix told her. She gave her a small smirk and revealed, “But that is
why I would never allow such sentiments like that to pass his lips, but with
you I allow it.”
Knowing that’s the closest declaration of love she’d ever get from Bellatrix
she smiled and responded, “I love you too, Bella.” And she did, more than she
probably should. But that emptiness inside of her only seemed to diminish when
she was with Bellatrix, and all she’s ever wanted was to feel whole.
- FIN -
***** Prey *****
Chapter Notes
     Prompt: you are to write about a day in the life of a harry potter
     character, but not just any character. you are going to have to write
     through the eyes of one of these famous creatures: hedwig,
     crookshanks, trevor, nagini, or mrs. norris! (bellatrix/narcissa &
     nagini/voldemort)
     Rating: t
     Where: hexrpg (won second place)
The Dark Lord’s pet twisted and slithered as she wrapped herself around the
slender form of a woman, the movements fluid and precise and yet unnervingly
unnatural. Her prey, a tight-lipped blonde, stiffened at the contact, eyes
widening in fear at the unexpected intrusion as her gaze caught her mate’s in
the far corner of the room. His lips parted, a demand to release his wife being
exhaled with a small tremor, and the pet hissed in challenge before her teeth
snapped dangerously close to the woman’s jugular.
“I’m not in the mood for games tonight, Bella,” the prey told her captor, her
voice firm and strong despite the fear in her eyes at being practically trapped
in the other woman’s embrace. Although the pet’s affection for her sibling
flushed her form from a deep orange to a radiant red, the blonde still feared
her; her species’ flaws rendering her too blind to see the truth. The blonde’s
pulse quickened, the blood pumping through her veins sending out vibrations as
loud as any scream, and the intruder in the shadows of the room grew hungry.
They were not on the menu, however. Not tonight.
Nagini’s form, though frightening and large, slithered through the darkness of
the room unnoticed. Three days it had been, and already she was growing
restless. She wanted to hunt, she wanted to feed; yet instead she was confined
indoors, forced to watch Voldemort’s pet play with her food instead of eat it.
It was maddeningly wasteful and although Nagini knew her request would be
denied her should she ask, she wished to taste what the imitator of her kind
could not bear to swallow whole.
The fair-haired prey was not one of them, after all; she was utterly
expendable, and yet still she was allowed to live. Nagini could not fathom why.
Even if the woman was nothing but a toy, shouldn’t she herself be allowed to
play as well?
“You seem unhappy, dearest sister,” the pet breathed into her sibling’s ear,
outright ignoring the man’s demand to free his wife. He wasn’t even regarded as
being there at all, despite his brilliant hues that pulsed as loud and hot as
his anger. The pet could not see it though, her vision so terribly limited
despite her efforts to become that which she was not. “I would’ve thought you’d
be pleased to have us as guests in your home.”
The blonde, statuesque and still, stared straight ahead of her as lithe fingers
slid across the hollow of her throat. She dared not to move, for fear of
suffocation should she provoke her sister’s wrath. “You know I have always
welcomed you here, Bellatrix.”
To her credit, the pet was not entirely disillusioned and could sense the
deception in the other woman’s words. “Such lies…“ Her fingers closed around
her sibling’s neck then and she squeezed, holding her prey against her chest
and provoking a fearful shout from the man in the corner of the room. He tried
to reach them but the Dark Lord’s pet would not be challenged and tightened her
grip, stopping the mate’s approach mid-stride.
“Ah, ah, Lucius; one more step and I’ll snap her neck like a twig. You wouldn’t
want to be responsible for such a tragedy… now, would you?”
The man fumed, his colors burning brighter than before. Nagini wondered if the
prey could sense that her sister’s words were as drenched in lies as her own;
though her airway was blocked and breathing slowed, the blonde’s heart rate did
not pick up any more than it already had ever since she was first trapped
within the witch’s threatening embrace.
“Run along,” the pet continued, looking at the man as though he were such an
insignificant little creature; something not even worth concerning herself
with. Her grip slackened and as the blonde struggled to inhale her next full
breath, the raven-haired woman’s fingers began to softly caress the dip in her
captive’s throat. Perhaps the blonde was not prey after all, but a pet herself;
cared for, yet still regarded as something far beneath her Mistress. “This is a
family matter which, despite your insistence as though that ring on your finger
means anything to me, you will never be a part of. Tell him, Cissy.”
The blonde swallowed, yet did not hesitate to oblige her owner’s demand. “I’ll
be alright, Lucius,” she responded softly, sounding both assured and terribly
apologetic. “Please just give us a moment.”
The man’s silhouette burned a deep red with rage, his blood rushing through his
veins like fire as his heart pounded relentlessly within his chest. But he did
not fight; did not stand up and reclaim ownership of his mate although all of
his natural instincts seemed to be screaming at him too. Instead he relented to
the demand and turned, striding out of the room with a hateful swear lingering
on his lips.
Nagini’s tongue flickered from out of her mouth, tasting the air. Weakness; the
man stank of it. It was no wonder the Dark Lord contemplated feeding him to her
once. Nagini was still displeased that he had changed his mind; after all, it
had been so very long since she tasted human flesh.
Nagini debated following him out of the room, hoping to catch him saying or
plotting something blasphemous so she could finally have a decent meal, yet
halted her movements once she heard the blonde speak again. “I did not lie,”
she said strongly. She remained unmoving however, her expression relatively
impassive despite the abuse that was dealt her. “I have always welcomed you
here, but this time you did not come alone. I know it upsets you, but you
cannot have it both ways; I am either loyal to him, or I am loyal to you. Make
your choice.”
“I want you to be loyal to us both,“ the pet hissed, invading her sibling’s
sense of personal space as she demanded a third option that had not been
offered to her. Nagini kept to the shadows as she silently slithered across the
floor in order to get closer, intrigued by this conversation. Should one or
both prove disloyalty, then perhaps she would eat well tonight.
“Well I can’t. Now choose, Bella; less you wish for me to make the decision for
you.”
The prey had adapted to her situation, causing her words to grow stronger.
Although she was still trapped in a hold that could suffocate the life from
her, she did not fear it any longer. Her heart beat was steady, her hue warm
despite the fire that burned hotly around her. It was the Dark Lord’s pet whose
breathing was now unsteady and erratic, the blood that pumped through her veins
raging as she allowed her prey to have a power that should have never been
allotted her.
The blonde’s eyebrow arched. “Well?”
As Nagini tasted the air once more, she smelled a different kind of weakness as
another tongue left parted lips, savoring the skin of the blonde’s neck. The
woman flinched away from the touch as though it burned her, but it went either
unnoticed or disregarded. “Me,” the pet finally answered, her tone low as she
allowed her arms to slither around her sister’s waist, holding her tight to her
form. It wasn’t threatening this time though, merely affectionate; almost
bordering on protective. “You should be loyal to me, for it’s always been I who
owned you, Narcissa. That will never change.”
Despite her obvious discomfort at the unorthodox level of affection her sibling
showed her, the blonde’s lips upturned into a small triumphant smile. She
believed she had won; had forced her captor to prioritize their relationship
over the only person who truly mattered in this house, but in the end Nagini
knew that the prey’s celebration would be short-lived. It might not be overt,
but the sisters’ words were still a betrayal that could not be left
unacknowledged.
Nagini could almost taste her next meal as she slithered out of the room
unseen, following the long hallway to Voldemort’s quarters on the opposite end
of the manor. An all too familiar sound in one of the rooms halted her
movements though before she detoured pass the threshold, taking in the form of
the blonde hatchling in his bedroom who was practically huddled in the center
of his bed as he cried and shook. Out of all of them, he was certainly the one
who deserved to be devoured the most; unable to stand on his own two feet, his
weakness stank up the entire manor. He had failed once himself and yet still
did not become dinner; Nagini briefly wondered why the blonde’s spawn was still
kept around, when he had repeatedly proved himself to not be of any use.
Her lack of a proper meal when she deserved one was becoming irritatingly
repetitive, and Nagini hissed loudly as she opened her mouth, threatening the
boy with her sharpened fangs as she briefly revealed herself from the shadows.
The hatchling shouted in fear, practically springing to his feet atop the bed
as he backed himself in the corner and whimpered pathetically. Nagini milked
the reaction for a long moment, enjoying the way the boy nearly wet himself at
just the mere sight of her before she finally turned, making her way out of the
bedroom.
At least the hatchling provided amusement, however brief it was.
When Nagini entered the Dark Lord’s room, he sensed her presence. “Nagini…” he
drawled from his place in the oversized armchair, the hint of a smile on his
thin lips as he stared into the roaring fire in the corner of the room. “Come
here, my sweet.”
The snake moved quickly, her large body making patterns across the floor as she
sought to reach her friend. Twisting around the upholstery, Nagini climbed
until she found herself in the Dark Lord’s lap, feeling a hand rest delicately
atop her head in an affectionate gesture. “You are concerned,” Voldemort
mentioned, able to sense her anxiousness. “Tell me what has happened.”
“Your pet’sssss pet,” Nagini hissed, her dark eyes taking in the form of the
man beneath her as she coiled around his body. “Her loyalty is not to you. She
speaksssss treason; proclaiming loyalty only to her keeper.”
Voldemort however, merely chuckled at this information. “Loyalty to one that I
own is still loyalty to me, Nagini, however indirect.”
Nagini hissed loudly, not understanding how Voldemort could not find concern in
the matter. Should his pet turn on him, those she owned would no doubt follow
suit. “You allow thisssss?”
“Allowing Narcissa to live secures Lucius’ loyalty and provides Bella with
entertainment,” Voldemort answered easily, his hand running down the length of
Nagini’s body. His touch was nearly as cold as her own. “I understand your
concern, my friend, but it would be unwise to rid ourselves of her yet.”
Nagini hissed again, although this time in blatant distaste as she slithered up
the man’s arm, curling around his bicep to rest atop his shoulder. “You coddle
that thing too much.”
Voldemort looked amused by the accusation. “Bella?” he questioned, although he
already knew. Nagini however, did not acknowledge that those beneath her had
names, and therefore never addressed her by it. “Perhaps. I cannot deny that
she amuses me, Nagini; adapting some of your habits in an attempt to gain my
affection has been particularly entertaining, I must say. Still, perhaps you
are right; perhaps my favoritism is a weakness, of sorts. My kind has always
been fond of our little pets, after all. It is in our nature to enjoy owning
those who are beneath us.”
Nagini peered at her friend, noting the yellow and green hues of his form; a
stark contrast to the others of his species, who always pulsed with vibrant
reds and oranges. “You call them your kind, yet you become lessssss and
lessssss like them every day.”
“Despite my evolutionary advances, I still retain parts of my original species,
Nagini,” Voldemort explained patiently, his boney fingers sliding over the
snake’s massive form. “But one day that will change; one day I will shed the
skin of my old species and all the foolish affections they bare, and be born
anew in a body more befitting to my greatness. And on that day, my sweet…”
Voldemort’s lip curled into a wicked smile as he looked down at his friend and
told her passionately, “On that day, we will open our massive jaws and devour
them all.”
Nagini snapped her teeth in anticipation as Voldemort laughed, the sound
echoing through the near-empty room before the snake slithered loosely around
the man’s neck, bumping her head against his chin affectionately. It might be
months, it might be years, but Nagini knew that eventually that day would
finally be upon them, and together her and her future bond-mate would finally
ravage the world in the forms they were always meant to.
She just hoped that that day would come sooner rather than later, as she was
growing restless, impatient, and so very, very hungry…
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