Wishlists: Play Dead (Draco/Bellatrix)
Author: restlessme
Recipient:icanhaspancake
Title: Play Dead
Pairing: Draco/Bellatrix (if you squint...but I swear it's there!)
Request: Maybe Bella trying to force/training Draco to be a Death Eater, but she's all psycho and awful (really, make her as crazy/evil as you want). The more miserable/abused Draco is (but not OOC! So not all weak and weepy) the better.
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 311
Author's Notes: Draco's not too miserable in this fic, but I hope you still enjoy it. I did try making Bellatrix as crazy as possible. :)
His screams echo throughout the empty dining room.
Dancing around him, her arms are held high above her head. Her shrieks of laughter rise to higher octaves as he struggles to pull himself up.
He spits out blood; an attempt to bite his tongue to silence the shouts traveling up from deep within him.
Leaning in closer to her dear little nephew, finger strokes paths down his sullen cheeks.
His eyes are dark and she loves the absolute hate she can feel within him.
"Do you see my Draco? If my beloved lord were to hear you scream, the punishment would be worse," she sang.
Her eyes are alight with frantic pleasure relieved by the feeling of her own power cursing through her.
Lightning flashes across the room, shadows across her face thrown into stark light; beauty is long gone replaced by rabid beast.
He tightens his jaw and gives a terse nod, Auntie Bellatrix lazily raises her wand.
The word is so familiar, she doesn't need to think; just remembers the embrace of it when uttered by him.
Blond hair is thrown into contrast on dark marble floor as his body seizes.
She imagines the pain he must be in and laughs.
Excitement rushes through her veins, drugs her until she can barely stand on two feet.
She's changed her mind, the silence is much to overpowering.
"Scream Draco! Let it out," she shrieks, crackling. He opens his lungs to the world and she feasts upon the noise released.
Holding out her arms in earnest embrace, she raises her face to the ceiling.
The curse hits with her with long held passion and she purrs in satisfaction.
Dust cakes her skin, hair as she lays on the floor. Breath is hard to come by and she watches him stand above her.
For a moment, he reminds her of her beloved.
Recipient:icanhaspancake
Title: Play Dead
Pairing: Draco/Bellatrix (if you squint...but I swear it's there!)
Request: Maybe Bella trying to force/training Draco to be a Death Eater, but she's all psycho and awful (really, make her as crazy/evil as you want). The more miserable/abused Draco is (but not OOC! So not all weak and weepy) the better.
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 311
Author's Notes: Draco's not too miserable in this fic, but I hope you still enjoy it. I did try making Bellatrix as crazy as possible. :)
His screams echo throughout the empty dining room.
Dancing around him, her arms are held high above her head. Her shrieks of laughter rise to higher octaves as he struggles to pull himself up.
He spits out blood; an attempt to bite his tongue to silence the shouts traveling up from deep within him.
Leaning in closer to her dear little nephew, finger strokes paths down his sullen cheeks.
His eyes are dark and she loves the absolute hate she can feel within him.
"Do you see my Draco? If my beloved lord were to hear you scream, the punishment would be worse," she sang.
Her eyes are alight with frantic pleasure relieved by the feeling of her own power cursing through her.
Lightning flashes across the room, shadows across her face thrown into stark light; beauty is long gone replaced by rabid beast.
He tightens his jaw and gives a terse nod, Auntie Bellatrix lazily raises her wand.
The word is so familiar, she doesn't need to think; just remembers the embrace of it when uttered by him.
Blond hair is thrown into contrast on dark marble floor as his body seizes.
She imagines the pain he must be in and laughs.
Excitement rushes through her veins, drugs her until she can barely stand on two feet.
She's changed her mind, the silence is much to overpowering.
"Scream Draco! Let it out," she shrieks, crackling. He opens his lungs to the world and she feasts upon the noise released.
Holding out her arms in earnest embrace, she raises her face to the ceiling.
The curse hits with her with long held passion and she purrs in satisfaction.
Dust cakes her skin, hair as she lays on the floor. Breath is hard to come by and she watches him stand above her.
For a moment, he reminds her of her beloved.