Games in the Dark || Rodolphus & Alastor || January 21, 1980

“Come out come out, little mouse.” Rod sang from the skies, straining his eyes to make out the different shapes below him. He would have to fly a bit lower as the darkness started to settle around them again.

He was still flying up the Main Street, scanning both sides for any life down the numerous alleyways. It was lucky that the street seemed to be abandoned tonight and the wind whipped his cape up. 

There. He spotted some movement a way down the street. He followed his instincts and kicked up the speed, stopping just in front of a small narrow alley. He might have the Auror trapped, now wouldn’t that be fun. 

Rod pulled his wand back out, flying a little higher, slowly creeping into the alley. The old boxes and garage made it difficult to make out distinct human shapes and he was suddenly aware that this might also be the perfect trap against him.

A rat scurried and ruffled the plastic of a bag. Rod fired a spell at it, giving away his position in the sky and lighting up the alley with a blast of green. The rat died instantly with a squeak, revealing his mistake. 

Then finally, in the green glow, Rod saw him. A smile crept slowly across his face. The man’s back was pressed hard against the bricks. 

“Ahhhhhhh... there we are.” he hissed, more so to himself. “Last words, Mister Moody?” He cackled mockingly.

Whoops|| Bellatrix and Rod|| Jan 22, 1980

Rod followed her willingly, taking her hand in his and allowing himself to be led through the long hallways to their suite at the back of the house. She led him to the bathroom and sat him down in a chair. 

He watched as she poured the tea and ran the bath. Did he feel any better? Was this what he’d wanted? Playing house with the wife for a bit? He wasn’t convinced but was too weary to argue with himself. He took the tea into his hands and it surprised him when it shook. He rubbed one roughly against his pants as if telling his hand, “wake up!” He switched hands and did the same to the other, though the slight tremble didn’t stop. What was going on with him?

He set the tea cup down on his thigh and looked down at the teddy bear brown colour; she knew was exactly how he’d liked it. 

Her voice woke him from his trance and he looked up at her standing next to his bath. The sweet smell of honey and peppermint filled the room, a small floating poultice infusing the water and turning it a light blue. The steam rose from the water, fogging up the mirrors and making it stuffy to breathe. He looked at her, but didn’t see her. It was as though he was looking through her. 

Aware that she was naked, it didn’t illicit the same thoughts and feelings as it usually did. He stood and looked down at his chest as he slowly undid the buttons of his dress shirt. He took it off and then his white undershirt. 

He didn’t want to get naked in front of her. He felt suddenly ashamed and embarrassed, and had no idea why. They were married for christ sake! And have been for what felt like decades. But something inside him made him want to hide. 

Rod clenched his jaw and quickly stripped the rest of his clothes, his shoulders hunched forward defensively. He covered himself with his hands and stood still making no move for the bath, like he was unsure what to do. He wanted to cast her out, but he also desperately wanted her to stay. 

It wasn’t the stress of the work, or the difficult last few months. Sure they added to it, but Rodolphus knew deep down that wasn’t it. 

He glanced at the water from under a hooded brow, then back to her, avoiding her critical eye. He knew her features might have softened, but that eye would always be trained on him. Just waiting for a weakness. And he was giving it to her, handing it over on a bloody silver platter. He felt frustrated with himself. He was pathetic. He already had her, there was no need for niceties, he could take her if he wanted, whenever he wanted. Right then and there. 

But thats not what he wanted. It wasn’t sex. For once, it wasn’t about sex. This realization confused him more than anything.

Andromeda [after jinxing four people] (via themostincorrecthouseofblack)

Could have probably also been said by rod ...

Games in the Dark || Rodolphus & Alastor || January 21, 1980

Rod watched as the auror threw himself to the ground at the crack of his spell. It gave him the sudden surge of power that he needed to feel on top- to get the upper hand. The corners of his lips curled up behind his mask into a smile. 

Get up. Rod urged the man on in his head. C’mon you coward, get up, get up. He enjoyed the light stalking here and there but the pleasure of the kill was starting to wear on him. He knew what it would be like, how it would feel and it was almost too much to wait when the man was so close. He was growing more impatient for every second that the man lay there. 

Rod flinched as the man sprang to his feet, and he crouched down, expecting a spell to be heading his way. Instead a bright light shot up towards the sky. 

“Shit.” he muttered and ducked, bolting towards the nearest cover he had, which wasn’t much. A red mail bin was to his right and he ducked behind it, losing both the vantage point, and the ability to run without being seen. He tried to make himself small to fit behind it, hoping that once the light wore down, the darkness would cover any bits of him that stuck out; good thing he was dressed in black. 

And in all of that, he’d lost the location of his prey. He peaked his head out, scanning the buildings ahead of him, using the light to his advantage but not seeing anything. 

He gave a loud laugh. Surrender? Surrender to what? If this was too much for the auror already, good luck on him, because he’d only just begun. 

The shadows that he casted had long dissipated, running from the light and getting lost in his own self- preservation. 

“That all you can take old man? Our great ‘head auror?’” he mocked, ducking close to the red box, his hands pressing against the metal. He needed a new plan.. and another spell.

It was no use here on the ground, crouching behind a damn muggle mail tin. He would need to create a better sightline. 

“Accio broom.” He whispered, holding his hand out and waiting expectantly for his broom the appear. From the skies, he’d create the perfect shot. Rod wasn’t too great a flier, though the years playing on the Slytherin quiddich team would surely come in handy now. 

The broom his hand and made him jump. He’d gotten lost in his thoughts and the sudden feeling in his hand made him laugh at himself for being so jumpy. Scared? No. But anxious. Like a good game of hide and seek. 

He mounted and pushed off, careful not to make any noise. He rose only to about 10 ft in the air, moving slowly at a snails pace. He scanned the corners of the alley as he passed. 

Whoops|| Bellatrix and Rod|| Jan 22, 1980

He hadn’t expected that. His arm flinched away from her by instinct before realizing that she wasn’t posing a threat. The paper fell to the floor and he frowned down at it before glancing up at her again. He stuffed her panties in his pocket, careful to avoid any further arousal of himself.

“Hm.” He hummed absentmindedly, not sure what on earth she would have to show him. Perhaps something had happened while he’d been away? Everything looked fine when he got in, then again he’d only just arrived. Maybe something out in the garden or in one of the rooms?

“If its something with the furnace, I’ll deal with it later.” He sighed, rubbing his brow. “I’m sure it can wait till tomorrow. I told that damn elf to deal with anything that you might have issue with while I was gone, but he never listens to me- and yet I’m the one footing the damn bill.” He muttered on. 

He believed her when she said that she wasn’t interested in tricks. It was always something with Bellatrix, though she seemed calm enough. Not to mention the fact that he’d made it pretty clear he’d be a boring opponent tonight; Not much in him by way of reaction to the usual cat and mouse. Besides, he hoped that the last few days since the big fight had mellowed her out. It sure had for him.

“You just..?” He looked at her, opening his hands and expecting an answer. His tone was slightly impatient, though overshadowed with weariness. 

“I just want a bath,” he admitted with another sigh. His eyes were wide and he looked at her pleadingly. Though what exactly he was asking her for was unclear, even for him. Did he want her to lay off his back and not start all this up again? Or did he want her help? Did he just want her to take care of him? 

It was new for him and he wasn’t used to feeling this way. Whatever it was that he was feeling...

After feeling on top for so long, in charge and second-in-command, this last week- whatever it was that had gotten him exhausted and down-and-out- had finally taken its toll.

HP moodboards: Belladolphus

Rock a’bye baby||Bellatrix & Rod|| Jan, 17 ‘80

“Don’t.” He hissed, his eyes still fixed on the picture. “Don’t you talk about her.” His voice grew dangerous. Maybe it was a bad idea to have a partner. Especially if she was here. 

Was she right? Could it be an old picture? It still looked fairly recent. He had been heading in the opposite direction when she hissed at him from somewhere behind. The living-room or kitchen no doubt.

He found himself lost in his own thoughts. It wasn't her? He had to see. He crossed the room to meet his wife’s side, gazing down at the woman as she slept. There was no belly. She was flat. He felt his hope sink deep into his gut, the disappointment weighing on him heavily. 

He spotted her wand by her side and frowned. “Upstairs first, lets deal with the kids.” He said flatly. He had no use for the woman now. In fact, he tossed the picture aside that he’d been longingly fondling over just a minute ago. It luckily hit the cushion of the armchair, making no sound.

He turned on his heels and headed back to the stairs, pretty sure that Bellatrix would follow. If not, he could deal with this part himself. His mood had quickly deteriorated and he settled into a frown.

There were a series of doors along the small corridor. He opened one and happened upon the nursery with light pink walls and a crib in the centre. Were these people obsessed with the colour pink? It seemed like all they had were girls and pink shoes, and pink coats, and pink blankets. It made him annoyed for no reason. Like find another damn colour scheme.

He stalked up to the side of the crib and peered down at the plump little cherub with no hair. He’d missed it by 4 months, maybe 6 at most. It was so aggravating. Rod pulled his wand out and the corner of his lip curled in disgust. And this little monster would grow up, fuck some bloke no doubt, pop out a bunch of muggles that would have even more muggles.. 

“Do you want to, or should I?” He asked flatly, not turning around. He had no preference either way, which was why he asked. Otherwise he would have just done it regardless. 

Whoops|| Bellatrix and Rod|| Jan 22, 1980

The paper unfolded in front of his face with a quick snap of the wrist. 

“I know what you’re doing,” he said flatly, his usual growl replaced with the weariness of arguing with her. It was always something, back and forth. He was tired. It wasn’t that he as giving up (never!), it was just that for today, he didn’t want to play games. 

“Ceremony of Torches to Welcome the Minister of--” His eyes left the page and he watched her over the top end. She caught him, and he quickly lowered his eyes again, turning the page. 

He wasn’t being coy or playful; Rod didn’t do that very well. No, he was merely ignoring her Venus Fly Trap. 

“15 Burned, 4 Injured in Recent Auror Raid” Well now that was interesting, but its not like he could very well read the articles right this minute, with her under his chair. He took the opportunity in between page flips to get another look. Her boobs hung down, her trail of cleavage swinging at him. There was a black line off her hip and across her bum, that was still raised high in the air. He forgot all about the paper mid-turn, his hands frozen. 

She reached his leg and used the sponge to crawl up it. It reached his crotch and he moved the paper. Normally he’d be annoyed, his pants becoming sopping wet with dirty floor water. “Silly woman,” he breathed, unable to finish the insult, his eyes focused on her hands. 

Rod’s mouth parted and the water soaked down into his boxers, warming his balls and trailing down his leg. It looked like he’d wet himself but he didn’t care. She moved the sponge back and forth against him. He didn’t need to push her away because she pulled herself up before he could. 

HIs body betrayed his valiant effort at resistance, growing more rapidly by the second. HIs hand creeped to his thigh, fingers resting down near his balls. 

She tossed her long hair and bit her lip, though he stopped watching her face when she slowly started to take the thong down her leg. 

“I- you should...” he trailed off, losing his snide remark instantly while his favourite lacy was discarded to the floor. He wanted to touch her, the little line between her legs begging him to spread her apart. 

 He stood up and picked up her panties from the floor, holding them up. She really was pulling out all the stops. Inevitably getting him naked to prove that she had won. He brought them to his nose and balled them up into his hands, rubbing them against his mouth as though thinking what to do. He had no doubt found himself in a dilemma. 

His face looked almost troubled. He lowered the panties, still balled up in his fist and he gave her a couple nods, unable to meet her eye. The boner in his pants pressed hard against the cold wet fabric, leaving a crisp outline that extended up towards his pocket. 

“I should unpack. Change out of these wet clothes.” he said quietly, no airs or bitterness in his voice. His face still remained hard and practically unreadable, but to anyone that knew him, his eyes told a much different story; an unusual show of vulnerability. 

He turned and tucked the Prophet under his arm before heading to the foyer with the staircase.