RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE

He is the devil.

Nope. God doesn’t want him.

(@maximefidelium.bsky.social)

Best. Wife. Ever.

She’s overthinking this.

It is just a gift.

She is Regan’s mum after all.

If she doesn’t want it, he’ll return it.

Well, well, lead the way ma’am.

She is the perfect Christmas gift.

He also got @aptformosity.bsky.social something. Just a little gift for Christmas.

Happy Christmas to his beloved @opacussanguis.bsky.social. He hopes she likes her gifts.

a man in a suit is looking down in the dark . ALT: a man in a suit is looking down in the dark .

❝You realise that I am on my way downstairs to interrogate your wife, Cattermole?❞

Corban Yaxley. Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Pure blood wizard. Undercover death eater. Father of three. Mature themes and trigger warnings. Ships with chemistry.

He needs to stop drinking. But that’s a struggle for another day. Right now he just wants to spend time with her.

Rodolphus laughed, hands in his pockets. He laughed, loudly.

“You’re funny,” shouted Rodolphus back. “Go fucking get her. I know she’s in there! I’m freezing out here!”

Fair point.

Good.

Believe him or don’t believe him. He doesn’t care. He is telling her the truth.

No. He was not.

He is here now.

Aware he was being watched, he glanced up at the window. Cute, he thought. The kid is watching him. He smirked and waved.

He had to clear his head.

He asked.

Nothing. Just keep him company. The hangover will pass.

No.

He is married. So is she.

Yeah, he knows. He’s just in a bad mood.

He’s perfectly satisfied at home. He is content.

Jesus fucking christ. What is everyone’s sudden fascination with his sex life?

She’s giving him a headache. And he is out of alcohol.