#bellatrixlestrange

[loislame84]

Hermione: *sneezes*

Bella: *continuing to read the daily profit*

Hermione: Bella. That’s so rude. Aren’t you even going to say bless you?

Bella, not looking up from her paper: I’m sitting here next to you, aren’t I? You’ve already clearly been blessed, pet.

Hermione, mumbling: insufferable

Bella: you love me.

[hustlingrube]

Hermione: Have you noticed I haven’t spoken to you for three days?

Bellatrix: Yes.

Hermione: Is there anything you’d like to say to me?

Bellatrix: Thank you.

[eile24downtown]

Bellamione

[firespawn]

I just realized Harry and his enemy both have the same taste in women and I think it's funny. 😂😂😂

I made this because I just realized Harry and his enemy both have the same taste in women and I think it's funny. 😂😂😂

Even though, they are the hero and the villian, I think it's very interesting how they are so very similar and stuff like this is why I ship them. 🤭

I also would like to clarify I do believe Tom Riddle/Voldemort is gay. 🌈

His taste in women is obviously not romantic. 😖

But I noticed that when he has any interest in women his taste is very similar to Harry. 😲

The female characters featured here are:

Ginny Weasley

Lily Potter

Cho Chang

Nagini

Romilda Vane

Bellatrix Lestrange

Moaning Myrtle

The Grey Lady

I appreciate these are strong female characters.

Obviously, there are tons of women in Harry Potter.

But I like seeing some actual variety in it.

Usually in stories with male leads, they get involved with very generic, stereotypical types of women. 🙄

So I always give the Harry Potter series credit for showing relationships with people of different races, aesthetics, sexualities, ages, mentalities, etc.

It's cool how Harry and Tom have both had contact with different types of women from all walks of life and also women from beyond the grave. 😆

Clearly, these guys are very open minded. 🤣

But regardless, of all the jokes, I could make about it - I do think Harry and Tom have unique taste. 😝❤️

[prettygreenpills]

Hi! I heard your request was open again, I'm so happy! Can I request a narcissa x reader just pure love and lots of smut, and r is shy and narcissa finds it cute? Thank you! Also I love your fics!!

Hi anon, thank you so much. I’ll try my best!

Don’t hold back - Narcissa Malfoy

warnings: smut, shy!reader, soft!Narcissa, virgin reader, fingering, stimulation, etc.

“Have I told you already?” Narcissa asked you as you were resting in the bedroom. She was doing her nails and from time to time she looked at you.

“Told me what?”

“That you are the most beautiful wife I could ever marry,” Narcissa said seriously and you bit on your lip, blushing immediately. Your cheeks heated up and you tried to hide it from her by fake coughing. However, Narcissa realized and she smiled. She put the rasp down and checked the shape of her nails. “Oh darling,” Naricssa looked at you and smiled, moving closer to you on the bed.

Narcissa’s hand wrapped around your waist and her face was in front of yours immediately. Smiling at her, you softly kissed her onto her red lips and took her face into your hands.

“You are more beautiful,” you whispered and when Narcissa straddled your hips, your breath hitched up. You kept kissing Narcissa and when she moved her hips against yours, you pulled away softly. “Cissy-“

“Yes love?” She asked you and you kept looking at each other. Biting on your lower lip, you looked away from her and from the thought which was on your mind you closed your eyes. “What is it?”

“I- you know,” you said shyly and looked up at Narcissa with puppy eyes. She smiled and raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah?”

“Can we- I mean-“ you didn’t know how to say it and Narcissa chuckled. She found it adorable. Making sure she was getting your hints, she brushed your hips and you took a deep breath.

“Are you sure darling?”

“Yes Cissy,” you whispered and looked up into her eyes. When you saw her smiling, you smiled a little as well.

“If you would like to stop, or not start at all, please tell me okay?”

“I will,” you promised her and Narcissa smiled. She reached behind her back to unzip her dress and she slowly pulled it off. Pealing it off her skin, she was revealing more and more and when you saw her in her bra, you swallowed.

Narcissa leant closer to you and she took the bottom of your shirt. She leant her forehead against yours and smiled.

“May I love?”

Nodding your head you gave her your consent and she pulled your shirt off. Quietly moaning when she saw your bra, she leant down and kissed you onto both of your breasts. You swallowed and kept looking down at Narcissa, who was working with her eyes closed. She was showering your body in tones of kisses.

“Can you lay down for me darling?” Narcissa asked you softly and you laid onto the bed. She was still sitting on your thighs and she moved a little lower. Her lips were meeting your soft untouched skin. When she arrived to the edge of your pants, she looked up at you without any words. Nodding your head in silence, you have her the answer she was peacefully waiting for and Narcissa hooked her fingers in your pants.

“You are so beautiful my love,” Narcissa whispered when she kissed you onto your thong and you shivered. She pulled your pants down fully and rested them on the bed.

“T-thank you Cissy,” you whispered and when Narcissa kissed you onto your clit through your thong. You moaned already. You didn’t know why, but you bent your legs in knees and rested your feet against the covers of the bed. Narcissa smiled and crawled up to you, reaching behind your back.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” you whispered, but it was enough for Narcissa to hear you. She unhooked your bra and while she was still between your legs, she moved upper and kissed you onto your nipples.

“Mhm,” you moaned quietly as she started sucking on your already sensitive nipple. Her hand appeared on your thong and she started drawing small and tight circles on your clit, what caused you lift your upper body.

“Oh,” Narcissa chuckled and she kept drawing the circles. “Are we this sensitive?”

“Y-yeah-“ you moaned out and bit on your lip.

“Can you tell me when you’re ready darling?” Narcissa asked softly and you almost cried out from how she was treating you. She was so soft, so careful. So loving.

“I- I am ready Cissy-“

“Thank you love,” Narcissa said back and she kept pleasing your clit for few more seconds. Sliding her fingers down from your clit, you looked down at her. She smiled at you and waited for you to nod your head.

“I will go slow. If it will be too much, can you tell me?”

“Yes,” you whispered and kept watching her. You leant onto your elbows and when you looked at Narcissa, she smiled lovingly.

She drew few circles around. Only by that action, she had you moaning her name. It felt weird at first, but when you got used to it, and Narcissa started slowly pushing her finger in, you moaned louder a little.

“Oh-“

“It’s okay love. I will wait,” Narcissa said and leant closer to you, so you were face to face.

“You can- you can continue,” you whispered against her lips and Narcissa slowly pushed her finger in. Bucking your hips against her hand, you were biting on your lip. “Oh Cissy-“

Narcissa started slowly making her way in with another finger. She moaned quietly together with you and then she took your chin, kissing you slowly. She rested her fingers inside of you for few seconds and when she started moving them in and out, she pulled away from you.

“Is this okay?”

“Y-yeah-“ you moaned. “The- the one before felt nice,” you admitted and when Narcissa placed her finger onto your clit, you whined.

“This one love?”

“Yes!” You cried and took a deep breath. Narcissa was slowly pumping into you and she was drawing small circles on your clit, what was making you feel all tingly.

“You’re doing so well darling. You’re beautiful my love,” Narcissa praised you and all you could think of were her fingers inside of you. She was slow. She was causing the tickling in your stomach. The woman knew what was she doing and she knew what was she doing to you.

“Cissy- tickles-“ you warned her because you didn’t know what was about to come. Narcissa kissed you onto your stomach and you arched in your back. “Cissy-“

“It’s okay darling, don’t hold back,” she whispered and brought her face up to yours. You looked her into eyes and then your eyes rolled back.

You squeezed your thighs. Your stomach was tickling from the inside and you arched in your back. Your legs felt like they were about to fall off and when you felt ants in your fingers, you cried out.

“Shh honey it’s okay, it’s alright. I am right here my love,” Narcissa kept whispering to you and when you felt tickling right where Narcissa’s fingers were, you cried out her name.

“Cissy!”

“It’s alright darling, I am right here. It’s okay honey,” she whispered to you and then she pulled her fingers out. It felt a little weird and when you opened your eyes again, Narcissa was towering over you. “Alright?”

“Y-yeah-“ you panted out and Narcissa laughed. She kissed you onto your nose and then she kissed you onto your lips, until you didn’t pull her down onto the bed. “Oh my god-“

“What is it love?”

“M-my legs. They hurt,” you said and you felt your face go red. Narcissa laughed.

“It’s okay darling. Would you like a massage?”

“Mhm,” you nodded your head and Narcissa sat up, smiling. She took your legs and started softly massaging them. “Thank you so much.”

“You are welcome darling,” Narcissa said back and then she kissed you onto your knee. She kept massaging your legs and you felt like you were in heaven.

But with Narcissa, you maybe were. Who knows?

[mahleb]

Crossover art of one of "romance club" stories with the world of Harry Potter Character: Anhel Mora, Bellatrix Lestrange Story: Moonborn, Harry Potter

[evilpanda95]

Created by ChatGPT

[bigwhoreywhore]

HEY by the way if you didn’t know, i am helliebcx on wattpad and ao3 LOL

I write fanfics for a lot of HBC characters

mainly Bellatrix Black and Julia Hoffman

i am also very very into OUAT, and i used to write a lot of Regina Mills stuff, thinking about writing more depending on if anyone wants to read it

if you have any requestssss then feel free to let me know!!

- raven black

[mmarkvge]

Photos generated by a neural network. I myself am amazed at how cool it is. Friends, if anyone knows a fanfic with similar aesthetics, please wwrite.

[toxxicwrites]

Part 1: A Storms Rage (hp fanfic)

warning: depictions of abuse, religious trauma, and orphans of course

Chapter 1...

Clouds curl in the moonlit sky like the twisted fists of Zeus’s rage, roaring through the thunder and drowning the cobbled streets in an unrelenting downpour. A cloaked figure makes their way through the storming village, cloak gripped heavily in pale hands against the biting wind, cradling a bundled babe underneath. The wind whipped back the hood, revealing a young man, aged by the grief etched in his pale visage, inky shoulder-length black hair framing his long features. Thoroughly stoked, he arrives at a doorstep, gently pulling back his robes. He holds the cradled babe, observing it's sleeping figure, small fingers curling up in the wraps of the blanket. Slowly lowering his arms, he gently places the babe on the doorstep, eyes holding an everpresent pity. He walks to the street, a flickering streetlight illuminating the dark shadows he holds. He raises his wand the door knocks. He stops, pulling up the cloak, and without another glance back, he vanishes. 

        A moment goes by and the door swings open, a young nun reveals her face, eyes scanning the empty street, before resting on the babe. She gasps, reaching for the child, huddling it beside her shoulder. She looks around once more before shutting the door. Across the door faded words are painted, barely reading as; ‘Saint’s Orphanage for Girls.’ 

Present Day...

        The headmistress’s skin sagged with her constant frown, age slowed her down yet her cane always struck true. The headmistress’s attire consisted of the same long robes her nuns wore, yet her’s shown a darkened royal blue, theirs a shade of noir. She hunched over like a crow, watching the girl’s movements as they sat at their desks, diligently reading their passages. The class was filled with young girls no older than nine, all adorning a similar uniform of a plain button-up and long skirt, and hair tied back into a singular braid. Uniformed and ordered they sat entirely still, besides one girl strand of light brown hair dancing across her vision as her leg bounced. 

        Snap! The cane met the girl’s hand and she gasped, gripping it tightly against her chest as she softly whimpered. The rest of the class flinched, before briefly recovering and returning to their diligent readings, all but one. Dark brown eyes stared into the headmistress’s steely grey ones, not breaking her gaze. The headmistress stalked over, gripping the cane tightly she flexed her knobby knuckles. The brown-eyed girl’s gaze fell, red locks falling over her face, resigning to the words once again. 

        The red-headed girl was kneeling beside the trunk of an old tree, a disgruntled look upon her youthful visage. She focused on the small garden snake that slithered between the dewy grass blades. Her hand reached out steadily, and she grazed her fingers across the scaled skin, careful not to scare the animal. 

        She pulled out a small notepad onto the ground, quickly jotting a few notes. Snake in the garden, green scales… she looked down noticing a stub where its length should have continued… stubbed end. Flipping through the pages revealed black ink covering every inch, filled with small notes. The names of peers and small details, such as the hairy mole on Nun Julie’s neck. A collection of memories she kept hidden to herself, afraid she would forget as she often did, pleasant memories slipping to ones she did not know. The most recent one, she recalled, passing the pages between her hand and reading… an old man, light eyes and a long white beard, dressed in a nightgown? She closed her eyes recalling the memory as the words brought its essence back. 

        The old man stepped through the bleary orphanage, wooden planks creaking underneath his soft step. She watched as he approached, no- not her, they watched. The man’s eyes twinkled and he spoke. 

        “Tom?” 

        The clanging of bells dragged the girl to reality. The end of break. Hurriedly she shoved the notebook into a hidden pocket of her skirt, brushing them off as she stood up. They all stood in line, facing the nuns as they walked down, listing the roll call. The redhead’s hands were entwined behind her back, drawing small circles into her palm. Curiously all the girls stood a step away from her, a small, yet deliberate isolation, the nuns noticed and did not care. The girl was unnatural they thought, from her nightly terrors to strange happenings, they whispered she held the mark of satan, and how they punished her so. 

        The night was per usual sleepless for the young girl. She sat atop her bed, hugging her knee’s together whispering to herself softly. She rocked as she mumbled, fingers dancing across her legs. When her eyes started to fall they would find her pale flesh, pinching hard and adding to the red marks that littered her legs. Sleep would bring her dreams and with them the devil. 

        “Please,” She whispered, eyes focused on a wooden cross that hung upon the paint-chipped wall, Jesus’s crucified figure laying in agony, “Please let me sleep tonight, and let my dreams be free of all that is evil.” 

        Some nights it worked, tonight it did not. 

        “Please,” She whispered, eyes alight with the same prayer, “Don’t make me go in there.” It had happened again in the night, her roommates awaken by her terrorized screams rushed to the nuns, and they came forth, lock and book in hand. The nun ignored the girl, eyes fixed on the stone steps she led her down. They stopped in front of the wooden cellar door. The girl’s quiet sobs continued. The redhead reached for the nun’s arm, a small hand wrapping around her black coat of holiness. 

        “Please-” 

        Slap! The girl’s hand fell back from the older woman's arm, and she hissed. 

        “Do not touch me.” The nun upturned her nose as if the girl's touch would infect her with its perceived filth, “Your touch is filled with him.” The girl silenced at that, cradling her now reddened hand with the other. The nun handed her the book and opened the door. With her bible in hand, the girl shivered; the dark room stared back at her, with cold concrete floors and the slight chitter of rats scuffling about. 

        “Go.” She stepped in, and the door slammed behind her. A click, and she was left in the darkness. The girl rubbed the tears from her eyes, falling to her knees; she began to pray. 

[loislame84]

*cough* Bellatrix *cough*

every time i see a female character garner lots of hate she immediately becomes my favourite and i take my role as her defence attorney

[hustlingrube]

Hermione: I can only use the Time-Turner for emergencies.

Bellatrix, looking at her hotdog on the ground: Hermione, please.

[eile24downtown]

Yeah, just hold that thought😎

[prettygreenpills]

Okay, hear me out.

Polly Gray x Larissa Weems

OR!

Polly Gray x Bellatrix Lestrange

[eile24downtown]

Bellatrix, probably.

[fairhairedgal]