FICLET: How Do I Loathe Thee? Let Me Count the Ways... (Sirius/Bellatrix)
Title: How Do I Loathe Thee? Let Me Count the Ways...
Pairing: Sirius/Bellatrix
Prompt: punishment, final kiss, imprisonment
Rating: PG
Word Count: 523
Summary: In Azkaban, Sirius contemplates the different ways he'd like to torture Bellatrix.
Author's Notes: Written for heartsignite, in the spirit of rarepair_shorts's Spring Wishlist Event. Sirius' thoughts purposefully aren't entirely cohesive. Beta'd by peskywhistpaw.
When Bellatrix is led past his cell, she does not stop short, she utters not a word of malice - but she does crane her neck so that he remains constantly in her view, and she smirks at him, her dark eyes shining with insanity. Clearly, the fact that she is in Azkaban, near her beloved blood-traitor of a cousin, is highly amusing to her. Sirius duly notes that they share the same fate - she who is guilty of countless atrocities, and he who has committed no crime.
"Good of you to drop by, cousin," Sirius mutters darkly to himself.
She has tortured, she has killed, and the defense she offers for herself is a stupid, wretched, horrible smirk. For that reason alone, Sirius decides that Azkaban is not punishment enough for her.
Firstly, she should be given a taste of her own medicine, as they say. Subject her to the Cruciatus Curse, watch her scream and writhe in pain. Let everyone have a turn - yes, round up the victims' relatives, the ones who'd be more than willing to dole out their revenge. It would be like a circus; come one, come all! Come and have a go at Bellatrix the Black-Heart, Bellatrix the Strange.
She ought to be scourged as well. Whip her, watch her so-called 'pure' blood pool around her, and stain that sinfully perfect figure. Ah, yes... and leeches to assist in withdrawing the foul, evil humors from her body. Desecrate her, violate her - she who is so untouchable, so invincible.
Put her to shame. Mock her, humiliate her.
Shut her up.
Yes, silence her.
The Dark Lord himself ought to kill her, ought to deny her the title of 'Most Loyal Servant'. Oh, how that would destroy her ego, her precious pride! She couldn't bear for anyone else to be closer to Him than she, for anyone else to be considered more loyal, after all her years of fervent dedication. Perhaps she wouldn't mind dying - anything for the Dark Lord, she'd say. But at the hands of her Most Beloved Master? Surely, it would cause her some grief. To be betrayed in both respects, Sirius believes, would utterly vanquish her.
Bellatrix will pay, in many more ways than one, for the damage she's done. There is time yet to conceive of them all.
And suddenly he realizes... this is the method to remain sane in Azkaban, to keep the Dementors from claiming him.
* * *
When Sirius tiptoes past her cell, he hesitates a moment. This might be the only chance he gets to inflict any damage upon her, just as he leaves Azkaban. There's no telling when their paths might cross again.
Luckily, the cell is small enough that he can reach for her through the bars - and he does. He grabs her aggressively by the collar of her robe and pulls her towards him, and he kisses her roughly on the lips, with no amount of finesse. Then he breaks away just as abruptly, and smirks at her.
"Goodbye, cousin," he hisses, leaving before Bellatrix has any time to respond.
And as he flees, Sirius is smirking all the while.
Pairing: Sirius/Bellatrix
Prompt: punishment, final kiss, imprisonment
Rating: PG
Word Count: 523
Summary: In Azkaban, Sirius contemplates the different ways he'd like to torture Bellatrix.
Author's Notes: Written for heartsignite, in the spirit of rarepair_shorts's Spring Wishlist Event. Sirius' thoughts purposefully aren't entirely cohesive. Beta'd by peskywhistpaw.
When Bellatrix is led past his cell, she does not stop short, she utters not a word of malice - but she does crane her neck so that he remains constantly in her view, and she smirks at him, her dark eyes shining with insanity. Clearly, the fact that she is in Azkaban, near her beloved blood-traitor of a cousin, is highly amusing to her. Sirius duly notes that they share the same fate - she who is guilty of countless atrocities, and he who has committed no crime.
"Good of you to drop by, cousin," Sirius mutters darkly to himself.
She has tortured, she has killed, and the defense she offers for herself is a stupid, wretched, horrible smirk. For that reason alone, Sirius decides that Azkaban is not punishment enough for her.
Firstly, she should be given a taste of her own medicine, as they say. Subject her to the Cruciatus Curse, watch her scream and writhe in pain. Let everyone have a turn - yes, round up the victims' relatives, the ones who'd be more than willing to dole out their revenge. It would be like a circus; come one, come all! Come and have a go at Bellatrix the Black-Heart, Bellatrix the Strange.
She ought to be scourged as well. Whip her, watch her so-called 'pure' blood pool around her, and stain that sinfully perfect figure. Ah, yes... and leeches to assist in withdrawing the foul, evil humors from her body. Desecrate her, violate her - she who is so untouchable, so invincible.
Put her to shame. Mock her, humiliate her.
Shut her up.
Yes, silence her.
The Dark Lord himself ought to kill her, ought to deny her the title of 'Most Loyal Servant'. Oh, how that would destroy her ego, her precious pride! She couldn't bear for anyone else to be closer to Him than she, for anyone else to be considered more loyal, after all her years of fervent dedication. Perhaps she wouldn't mind dying - anything for the Dark Lord, she'd say. But at the hands of her Most Beloved Master? Surely, it would cause her some grief. To be betrayed in both respects, Sirius believes, would utterly vanquish her.
Bellatrix will pay, in many more ways than one, for the damage she's done. There is time yet to conceive of them all.
And suddenly he realizes... this is the method to remain sane in Azkaban, to keep the Dementors from claiming him.
* * *
When Sirius tiptoes past her cell, he hesitates a moment. This might be the only chance he gets to inflict any damage upon her, just as he leaves Azkaban. There's no telling when their paths might cross again.
Luckily, the cell is small enough that he can reach for her through the bars - and he does. He grabs her aggressively by the collar of her robe and pulls her towards him, and he kisses her roughly on the lips, with no amount of finesse. Then he breaks away just as abruptly, and smirks at her.
"Goodbye, cousin," he hisses, leaving before Bellatrix has any time to respond.
And as he flees, Sirius is smirking all the while.