Plots in the Dark
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dolevalanTitle: Plots in the Dark
Fandom/original: Othello/Harry Potter
Characters: Iago, Bellatrix LeStrange née Black
Rating: R
A/N: A crossover for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tamburlaine. I hope I managed to do it justice.
“Of course, you could kill him. But he’s a soldier. Hardly much revenge there. Move left.”
He tangled his fingers in her dark hair and obliged. “Knowest thou a greater ill to do him, then?”
“Men lack imagination.” She dug her nails into his shoulder. “What does he love more than his life, idiot?”
“…that milky-faced jade he means to marry.”
“Aye,” she said, mocking him even as she moaned. “There’s a good boy.”
“A quick blade in the dark for the strumpet, then?”
“Oh, will you – move over, useless bastard of a muggle – there – will you stop thinking with your guts and start using your head? Can you try that, little muggle?” She smirked as he tried to hurt her for that. “Make him hate her,” she murmured in his ear like an endearment, before biting it. “Can you manage that?”
His eyes widened. She arched. There was nothing, for a moment.
“Tis possible,” he murmured, low and sure.
“Of course it is, boy,” she murmured, playing her nails over his chest, teasing. “And how amusing it will be for us when it works, hm?” He wasn’t looking at her as she smiled.
Fandom/original: Othello/Harry Potter
Characters: Iago, Bellatrix LeStrange née Black
Rating: R
A/N: A crossover for
tamburlaine. I hope I managed to do it justice.“Of course, you could kill him. But he’s a soldier. Hardly much revenge there. Move left.”
He tangled his fingers in her dark hair and obliged. “Knowest thou a greater ill to do him, then?”
“Men lack imagination.” She dug her nails into his shoulder. “What does he love more than his life, idiot?”
“…that milky-faced jade he means to marry.”
“Aye,” she said, mocking him even as she moaned. “There’s a good boy.”
“A quick blade in the dark for the strumpet, then?”
“Oh, will you – move over, useless bastard of a muggle – there – will you stop thinking with your guts and start using your head? Can you try that, little muggle?” She smirked as he tried to hurt her for that. “Make him hate her,” she murmured in his ear like an endearment, before biting it. “Can you manage that?”
His eyes widened. She arched. There was nothing, for a moment.
“Tis possible,” he murmured, low and sure.
“Of course it is, boy,” she murmured, playing her nails over his chest, teasing. “And how amusing it will be for us when it works, hm?” He wasn’t looking at her as she smiled.
