Bellatrix/Sirius, PG-13
Title: Disappear
Pairing: Sirius/Bellatrix
Author: lazaray
Rating: PG-13? I am terrible at rating things.
Word Count: Right at 500.
Warnings: Some blood, if that even counts. A little angsty.
This is the first thing I've posted here and honestly, the first thing I've written in about two weeks. Thanks for the invite :)
The sky explodes, inky black covered in white flickering stars, the wispy clouds reminiscent of candy floss suddenly shielded with green light. The sea of grass, appearing like cool remnants of charcoal in the darkness, hides you, or so you hope. Blindly, you press the tip of the wand to the hollow of a throat, hold it there through thrusts; even as your body grows slick with sweat and spit and blood, you hold steady.
She is spread out before you, and you can see every part of her because it is burned to your eyelids. White skin that was once dewy like her little sister’s baby doll face is now slightly ashen, decay seeming to spread through her body slowly before she dies. Touch more than sight lends you to realize her breasts are heaving, every breath scraping them against your chest, an electric touch. She has smooth thighs, but the rest of her body is covered in scars, and you lick the one across her cheek that you gave to her long ago, before the rise of Voldemort, when you were still children.
You both were innocent then, and when playtimes were arranged, would hide like this. In the grass, you drank your tea, imitated adults that you would never become, or maybe you’re more like them that you think. Only once did the two of you lay naked in the grass, you were sixteen and she was married by then, her name changed but nothing else. Even now her hips still fit into your hands and she still likes her hair pulled. When you thrust, she hides her face in the mud and whispers secrets to the insects that are crawling beneath your writhing bodies.
Entangled, now you lay amid cries and explosions, bright lights and terrifying bouts of silence and darkness. They are looking for you and they are looking for her, a war waging around your sweat-soaked bodies.
You come when you are not paying attention to her and she blindsides you, muttering a spell and sweeping what feels like a knife across the muscles of your stomach, cutting you shallowly. Crimson drips onto her skin, hot and thick, and she moans like the whore you used to goad her for being. Purely on reaction, you slap her across the face and the blood and your violence makes her pulse around you as she finishes.
She disappears.
You quickly dress, blood soaking your shirt, and you realize she has saved you, making you look like a hero when all you have just done is get off in the middle of a war zone.
You died once, in Azkaban, resurrected yourself from the ashes of madness. But the ashes are slowly blowing away in the wind.
The crack of her apparating resonates, draws you back into yourself. You are shaky and bloody. You feel worthless and sick, angry and melancholy, empty.
“Sirius!” They are still looking for you. They fear you are dead.
You close your eyes and disappear.
Pairing: Sirius/Bellatrix
Author: lazaray
Rating: PG-13? I am terrible at rating things.
Word Count: Right at 500.
Warnings: Some blood, if that even counts. A little angsty.
This is the first thing I've posted here and honestly, the first thing I've written in about two weeks. Thanks for the invite :)
The sky explodes, inky black covered in white flickering stars, the wispy clouds reminiscent of candy floss suddenly shielded with green light. The sea of grass, appearing like cool remnants of charcoal in the darkness, hides you, or so you hope. Blindly, you press the tip of the wand to the hollow of a throat, hold it there through thrusts; even as your body grows slick with sweat and spit and blood, you hold steady.
She is spread out before you, and you can see every part of her because it is burned to your eyelids. White skin that was once dewy like her little sister’s baby doll face is now slightly ashen, decay seeming to spread through her body slowly before she dies. Touch more than sight lends you to realize her breasts are heaving, every breath scraping them against your chest, an electric touch. She has smooth thighs, but the rest of her body is covered in scars, and you lick the one across her cheek that you gave to her long ago, before the rise of Voldemort, when you were still children.
You both were innocent then, and when playtimes were arranged, would hide like this. In the grass, you drank your tea, imitated adults that you would never become, or maybe you’re more like them that you think. Only once did the two of you lay naked in the grass, you were sixteen and she was married by then, her name changed but nothing else. Even now her hips still fit into your hands and she still likes her hair pulled. When you thrust, she hides her face in the mud and whispers secrets to the insects that are crawling beneath your writhing bodies.
Entangled, now you lay amid cries and explosions, bright lights and terrifying bouts of silence and darkness. They are looking for you and they are looking for her, a war waging around your sweat-soaked bodies.
You come when you are not paying attention to her and she blindsides you, muttering a spell and sweeping what feels like a knife across the muscles of your stomach, cutting you shallowly. Crimson drips onto her skin, hot and thick, and she moans like the whore you used to goad her for being. Purely on reaction, you slap her across the face and the blood and your violence makes her pulse around you as she finishes.
She disappears.
You quickly dress, blood soaking your shirt, and you realize she has saved you, making you look like a hero when all you have just done is get off in the middle of a war zone.
You died once, in Azkaban, resurrected yourself from the ashes of madness. But the ashes are slowly blowing away in the wind.
The crack of her apparating resonates, draws you back into yourself. You are shaky and bloody. You feel worthless and sick, angry and melancholy, empty.
“Sirius!” They are still looking for you. They fear you are dead.
You close your eyes and disappear.