#cassatrix

         [Amphierotic Bloodlines & Kuebiko & Crimson Regret]

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Bellatrix and Cassandra finally deal with their shit via Celtic goddess comparisons, over the top declarations, and magic drug sex (?? I guess is what I'm gonna call it, for lack of a better name lol)

PART IX

“Is Bellatrix makin’ you sick, Mum?” “—What?” Cassandra asked as she turned to face her son, her surprise at the question evident despite the fact that she had just felt that large plop of anxiety hit Gregory not too long ago. Her poor boy felt things in heavy hits, like a stone being thrown into still water— always completely unaware until it rippled through him, and he was faced with the obvious. Still, because they were felt in such larger bursts they also tended to dissipate more quickly, and half the time they were over before Gregory even had a chance to voice them. Still, Cassandra had assumed his anxiousness was because the Dark Lord had returned, as that was certainly the source of her turmoil, but apparently that was not her son's primary concern. Gregory sat on a stool at their breakfast bar, shoving a bowl of dry cereal into his mouth at nearly ten o’clock at night. Cassandra had dismissed the house elf after Peter had died, as it had become useless after blaming itself for his death anyhow, so unfortunately that meant that there was very little food left in the house since they didn't actually reside there anymore. Her dinner was a glass of bloody gin that she could still barely stomach, but it at least stopped Cassandra from obsessively worrying about what was currently going on at Malfoy Manor, and so she indulged. “Malfoy says Bellatrix made his Mum sick, an’ you've been acting real weird lately,” the boy accused. “Like I get you were sad about Dad dying, even though he was bein’ a fuckin’ wank—” “Gregory,” Cassandra lightly scolded him, as it felt almost more disrespectful, in a way, for him to talk about his father like that now that Peter was dead. “Nah, it’s crap! I know you guys thought I never paid attention to nothin’, but I knew when Dad was fuckin’ Crabbe's mum, an’ yet when he found out about Aunt Cissa he was actin’ like you were the only one who fucked up our family, when he was shit from the very beginning. Y’know what he told me to do, Mum?” Gregory stressed, and even before her son said the words, Cassandra had a sinking feeling that she already knew. “What he did to you, what Granddad did to Nan— fuckin’ find a girl an’ trap ‘em, basically. S’fucked; don’t care that you were a bloody Burke, you were still way outta his league an’ yet he acted like he was doin’ some kind of fuckin’ charity by marrying ya. Honestly, no wonder ya turned into a bloody dyke— lesbo, sorry.”

         [Amphierotic Bloodlines & Kuebiko & Crimson Regret]

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Bellatrix informs Cassandra what the actual scope of her potential powers are, and why no one should ever, ever find out that she has them.

PART VIII

The last time Cassandra was in this room, she had tried to turn the whole thing into a stupid game with her ridiculous glasses and her silly little yes, professor responses as she practically begged Bellatrix to bend her over and spank her with a bloody ruler. She hadn’t taken her studies particularly seriously because, truth be told, Cassandra had been more interested in spending time with Bellatrix than anything else. It also probably did not help that she didn't have much faith in ever emotionally healing enough to wield whatever power she was supposed to have before it had been ripped away, and while Cassandra certainly wasn't healed by any means, it had apparently just been enough for her to acknowledge the trauma she was subjected to as a wife, as a child, as that meant she was no longer hiding a part of herself behind a brick wall and dissociating. Unfortunately, not dealing with her shit only seemed to litter Cassandra's soul with cracks that were causing her to leak psychic energy that she had yet to learn how to control. It had started as this slight trickle as Cassandra was able to pick up strong emotions here and there, but was otherwise unbothered by it. However, after six weeks of separation while she drowned her 'I'm fairly certain my two lovers murdered my husband' angst in tears and gin, which, frankly, she barely even fucking liked, it seemed those cracks began to run deeper until finally she began justifying his death, and everything split open. He loved me. He hurt me. It was my fault. He made the choice to be forceful with me. But it wasn't half as bad as what those boys did— That's not an excuse. Pain is pain. Rape is rape. Semantics don't fucking matter. He deserved it. They all deserve it. I hope Bellatrix kills them all. Accepting what Peter had done to her caused Cassandra to acknowledge what had happened in her past as she had tried, and failed, to weigh them against one another, as though the weight of one's sins would absolve the other. But it didn't. Peter may have loved her once, but he had become an ugly man once he feared Cassandra would slip through his fingers. She did not mourn him, not really— Cassandra had mourned the past, and an image of the future that would never come to pass. She mourned for her son, who only seemed to regret the relationship he would never have with his father. But most of all, during her six weeks alone, Cassandra had mourned her sanity, because she had loved that the Black sisters had come to her rescue.

Straight up cannot remember the actual dates off hand BUT we had this whole discussion on the discord about their signs and their compatibility so:

Bellatrix is in October and is a Scorpio Narcissa is in December and is a Sagittarius Cassandra is in February and is an Aquarius

I also have their compatibility pinned in the discord so for shits and giggles here you go lol:

CISSATRIX "Scorpio will see their Sagittarius partner as a ray of light that suddenly makes their life brighter and better, while Sagittarius will see that there is so much to learn and enjoy the depth of their Scorpio partner, followed by emotional attachment. In time, there is a strong chance they will slowly lose interest in one another, especially the mutable sign of Sagittarius for their fixed Scorpio partner. Even though their relationship might end on bad terms, it would be a shame not to give in to it and let it fascinate and exalt both of them for however long."

NARSSANDRA "A relationship between a Sagittarius and an Aquarius partner might seem like a same sex friendship to other people and whatever they might think of this, this is the type of relationship both of these partners might need. They will get together when it is time for both of them to go through a change in their lives or leave a partner they feel restricted with. Their relationship is often a shiny beacon to everyone around them because it gives priority to the future and brings hope of a better time."

                  [ Amphierotic Bloodlines & Kuebiko & Crimson Regret ]

BELLATRIX/CASSANDRA - PART VII NC-17 •  Cassandra’s POV • Set After Chapters 42+ of “Crimson Regret”

Cassandra had never been in the Malfoys’ library before. She had passed by it hundreds of times, but as Narcissa had never lingered there, neither had she. In truth, it seemed more like a decorative feature rather than a room that was used for its intended purpose; something to look at, yet never disturb. Despite it being rather abandoned however, there wasn’t a speck of dust to be found; truthfully, it felt a bit like a museum, and Cassandra stood rather awkwardly in the middle of the room as she waited for Bellatrix to join her, realizing that she didn’t even really feel comfortable sitting in such a sterile place. It felt… wrong, somehow.

Bellatrix, however, clearly was not of the same mindset.

She came into the library like a fucking tornado, her arms filled with books as even more floated in the air behind her as she magically led them to settle on one of the desks. The ones in her arms hit the surface with a loud slam as she dropped them though, scattering the papers and spilling the inkwell that had previously resided there, truly not giving a damn about whatever show Narcissa was trying to put on with this room. It was strange, honestly, how she had it set up— like it was meant to look used, yet clearly was not as the ‘clutter’ was a little bit too perfect. Thankfully, that meant whatever Bellatrix had just ruined was probably not important, which set her free from the lecture Cassandra would have felt obligated to give her if it had been.

Instead, the younger woman’s brow rose at the abundance of reading material Bellatrix brought, hoping beyond fucking hope that— “Ya don’t really expect me to read all of that, do you?” Cassandra asked, as while she enjoyed reading, educational reading was like a completely different breed. She could do it, yes, but there was certainly a limit as to how much she was able to consume before she felt like her soul was getting sucked out of her body.

Bellatrix turned to look at her, a retort on her lips before she finally saw Cassandra and her lips curled into an amused smirk as she leaned against the desk, her arms crossed over her chest. The younger woman’s brow furrowed, trying to ignore the light flush to her cheeks that Bellatrix’s look had prompted. “What?” she asked, as her girlfriend seemed amused by her all of a sudden and, quite frankly, that was pretty much the opposite reaction to what she was going for.