#ft. bellatrix

[xrodolphusxxlestrangex]

where: lestrange manor; breakfast room. who: @gammaoricnis || bellatrix.

The arranged marriage between Rodolphus and Bellatrix was just that: arranged. Rodolphus did his duty. If he had the option he would have stayed single but his father, Roderick, reminded him that it was a necessity but that it didn’t mean love had to play a part in it. Growing up Rodolphus certainly saw this between his own parents. It was a contract bringing pureblood families together. Bellatrix wasn’t a fan of the arrangement either so it worked.

The fact that there was a sort of romantic distance between the couple made no sort of strain in that regard. If he had to be married Rodolphus was grateful it was Bellatrix. She was a strong woman who could hold her own — something he needed so he didn’t have to show any attempt of telling her to get her shit together.

Although they had distance, they still had their routines. Breakfast was one of these such routines. As always Bellatrix was waiting for Rodolphus at the head of one side of the table. He entered the room, kissed her on the head out of obligation. “Good morning, darling.” He said as he walked to the other end of the long table to the other head of the table.

A member of the staff came out once he made his appearance with plates for each of them, placing his first followed by Bellatrix. The clinking as they began tapping their food echoed off the walls.

“What are your plans today, dear?” His pet names were also obligations written in the marriage contract.

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

where: lestrange manor. who: bellatrix lestrange; @brutal-bellatrix.

Loyalty. That's what Bellatrix offered Rodolphus. And he offered it in return. She had proved herself time and time again. He was lucky to have a wife in his inner circle. Not everyone had such good fortune. He was married to someone just as dedicated to the Dark Lord as he was. Deathly dedicated.

It didn't hurt that she was attractive. They made a good looking couple to boot.

But what brought them together this time was Rabastan. His brother had been so stupid as to let some Veela get the best of him so now Rodolphus and Bellatrix had to deal with the aftermath. They were sitting in the library, Rodolphus reading up on dark magic -- a book he had read many times. He looked up at Bellatrix. "I can't believe we're sitting here instead of being on the streets where we're meant to be."

[mollyxprewett]

★ (bella)

I like you / I hate you / I dislike you/ I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would hex you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally  / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me  / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else /

[sybillctrelawney]

where: the room of requirement. who: bellatrix; @bellaaegis.

Sybill loved having a single room to herself. It gave her the space she needed when it was time to truly study. However, she had a secret. A secret to do with her Divination skills and how she practiced and studied them — particularly when she found her mind full and needed to clear it. When this happened her room wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed a certain type of space.

The Room of Requirement.

During the night she found herself tiptoeing through the halls to the door of the infamous room. The one place that always knew what she needed. All she had to do was place her hand in the right spot and she was welcomed in. The room was dim, lit with candles, a dark purple chaise lounge chair in the middle of the room covered in velvety pillows. The room was wide open with the walls covered in black shades so her thoughts could be absorbed elsewhere.

This was Sybill’s safe space. The place she could focus and work on herself. No one would find her there. No one had in eleven years.

She sat down, organizing the pillows around her to her liking then laid down adjusting her body until her mind said yes, we’re ready. Sybill placed her hands to her head ever so softly and breathed in. The air was thick — thicker than usual. But she stayed with her mind, working the skills she had been learning. Her skills were there, she knew what she was doing but the thick air was throwing her off. It was almost …chewy.

Someone is here, her mind said. Startled, Sybill asked out loud, “But who?”

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I like when you call me vulgar things as well,” Rodolphus raised a brow. The couple was a strange one there was no questioning that. However, it suited him quite well. He knew how to push Bellatrix’s buttons which he loved doing. She was sexy when being pushed. She may hate him but there were a few things about their marriage that were perfection. They had electricity. Whether that electricity was hatred against one another or something else was up for debate but he enjoyed seeing where it would go no matter the ending.

Driving anyone into madness was one of Rodolphus’ favorite pastimes. It didn’t matter who it was he could easily figure out what made them tick. It was a wonderful trait he had and it suited him well. Rodolphus was intimidating, yes, but part of that was because he could get under anyone’s skin so flawlessly and all with a smile on his face as though he was playing a game — which he was. Toying with the minds of others came naturally to him so he saw no reason not to use it, including on his wife.

“I’ll make you laugh one day, my darling wife,” he quipped. “I can certainly make you flush a bit,” he said with a grin as he noticed the color after he spoke in her ear. “Seems I have some influence.” He took a drink of his scotch he had almost forgotten he had.

“Dolohov flirting, hm? Maybe I’ll have a word with him. Though if he’s giving you such good ideas maybe I should thank him. I do so love your demonstrations," he winked.

“I only call you darling because what I actually want to say is too vulgar.” She glares at him, not even bothering to hide a smidge of her ire. There was nobody around, and even if there were, she dares them to make any sort of judgement about her marriage. To the public, her and Rodolphus showed a flawlessly united front. It wasn’t much different from their actual lives -- they had a kinship she doubts she’d find with anyone else.

Still, she can’t fucking stand him ninety nine percent of the damned time. No one had to know she'd much rather eat him for dinner than she would cook him a meal. That's what they had house elves for anyway, even if they were ugly, vile creatures. No uglier than a child of Lucius bloody Malfoy would be. Pointy and pale. She only hopes for the bloodlines sake it takes after Narcissa, in both personality and looks.

She flips her hair over her shoulder prettily, her neck suddenly poised to feel his breath as he speaks lowly to her. Her mouth falls open slightly, a flush coating her collarbones. Her body was a murderous, unforgiving traitor. She hated when he had the upper hand. Disturbed, she deflects. "That's good, considering you rarely make me laugh." She bites her lip, watching his sly smile like a piranha smelling blood. "Speaking of foreplay, Dolohov was telling me all about creating the perfect corpse earlier, the incorrigible flirt." She shifts closer to him. "If you take me home, I can demonstrate." She smiles sweetly. "On you, of course."

[moonyeyedstar]

Masterlist

Kinktober 2024

Ao3

** is smut

Remus Lupin

*Be Mine- V-day*(Professor Lupin)

*First-Time*(Marauders Era)

*Thigh-riding*(Professor Lupin)

*Punish You*(Professor Lupin)

*Extra Help*(Professor Lupin)

*Forgive Me, Father*(Priest Remus)(pt1)(pt2)

*Hide*(Professor Lupin)

*Daddy's Girl*(Stepdad Remus)

*Full Moon*(Professor Lupin) (pt2) (pt3)

*Experiment*(Remus Lupin x James Potter)

Sirius Black

*Skinny Dip*(Marauders Era)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 1)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 2)

*The Order*(Older Sirius x Harry's Friend Reader) (Part 3)

*Relax, Love,*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Truth*(Stepdad Sirius)

*Lap Dance*(Older Sirius)(Kinktober Day 14)

*Kinktober Day 22: Daddy Kink*(Stepdad Sirius)

Wolfstar

Under the Mistletoe-Wolfstar Xmas(Remus POV)

*Attention*-(Wolfstar x F!Reader)(Marauders Era)

*Starved*-(Wolfstar x F!Reader)(Post Hogwarts Marauders)

*Kinktober Day 17- First Time Anal/ Praise Kink*(Older Wolfstar x Younger f!reader)

James Potter

*Cheer Up*(Marauders Era)

*My Brother's Best Friend*(James Potter x Y/n Black Marauders Era)

*Distraction*(Marauders Era)

*Experiment*(James Potter x Remus Lupin)

*Tit Fucking*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 1)

*Body Worship*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 9)

Marauders

*I Want You Both*(Remus Lupin x James Potter x Reader)

*Happy Birthday*(Poly Marauders x Reader)

*Orgy*(Poly Marauders ft Lily Evans, Mary Macdonald , Marlene Mckinnon x Reader)(Kinktober Day 2)

*Kinktober Day 31: Creampie/Cum Eating*

Marlene Mckinnon

*Victory*(Marauders Era)

*Face Riding*(Marauders Era)(Kinktober Day 12)

Lily Evans

*Kinktober Day 15: Breast Worship/Nipple Play*(Dom Lily)(Marauders Era)

Severus Snape

*Virgin*(Professor Snape)

*Cockwarming Parts 1+2*(Professor Snape)

*Valentine's Day*(Professor Snape)

*Detention*(Professor Snape)

*Meeting*(Death Eater Snape ft. Lucius Malfoy)

*Good Girl*(Older Snape x Younger Reader ft Older Narcissa Malfoy)

*Kinktober Day 5: Threesome w/ Prostitute!reader*(Older Snape x Younger Reader ft Lucius Malfoy)

*Kinktober Day 7: Catches you masturbating*(Professor Snape)

*Kinktober Day 10: Being Recorded/Whips/Glove Kink*(Professor Snape)

Lucius Malfoy

*Assistant*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader)

*Meeting*(Lucius Malfoy ft. Severus Snape)

*Kinktober Day 5: Threesome w/ Prostitute!reader*(Older Lucius x Younger Reader ft Severus Snape)

Narcissa Malfoy

*Toys*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader)

*Good Girl*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader ft. Older Severus Snape)

*Touch Me*(Older Narcissa x Younger Female Reader)

*Restless*(Older Narcissa x Younger Male Reader)

*Picture You*(Kinktober Day 20)(Older Narcissa x Younger f!reader)

Regulus Black

*Thoughts and Prayers*(Kinktober Day 6)

*Kinktober Day 18: Cock Worship*

Tom Riddle

*Teacher's Pet*(Professor Tom Riddle)

*Kinktober Day 11: Gun Kink* (Mafia AU)

Draco Malfoy

*Fooling Around*(Male Reader)

*Stress Relief*(Draco Malfoy x Female Reader) (Part 2)

Minerva McGonagall

*Fantasy*(Professor McGonagall)

Barty Crouch Jr.

*Kinktober Day 19: Corruption/Training Kink*(Older Barty x Virgin Reader)

Oliver Wood

*Kinktober Day 16: Shower Sex*

Bellatrix Lestrange

*Kinktober Day 30: Knife Play*

[greenerteacups]

Hi GT. I hope this message finds you well. I am sending all the good vibes and we'll wishes your way! ♥️♥️♥️ I hope you've had a wonderful summer.

I'm such a big fan of your work. Lioneheart is amazing and has stuck with me for such a long time.

I was wondering if you had any other stories you'd like to explore one day (even if you never get the chance to write them.) Whether it be fanfiction or original work, I was just curious because sometimes I feel as if I have hundreds of stories inside that I could tell, and I am not sure how to pick just one and see it to completion.

First of all, thank you! This is a fun one. I have a few enduring ideas for longfics I may or may not ever write (i.e., ideas that would have been projects already if I didn't have an ongoing longfic). I don't get stuck in them mostly because I try to remind myself that the idealized story you imagine when a concept occurs to you will never actually exist as it does when it's unshackled by the constraints of execution. What you'll get if you actually sit down and hack it out is (1) a real and imperfect piece of writing, and (2) the satisfaction of having written it, which is by far the more reliable source of motivation, if we're being honest. That being said, here are some ideas I've always wanted to explore, if and when I finish Lionheart:

I've always wanted to write a longform canon-divergent Tomione fic about Tom Riddle's 7th year at Hogwarts. Big honking political melodrama ft. the original Knights of Walpurgis, a Triwizard Tournament, and realistically functioning time travel (hence why this one's always been kicked down my list of projects, because writing a time-travel plot is like running through a minefield made of trampolines). I've already got character concepts sketched out for the Hogwarts cast — sooooo many fun ideas for the teenage Walburga. But I'd still need about a week of solid fic preproduction on the plot alone before I was ready to boot up and start writing, and it'd take at least 250k words — closer to 300k, if I'm being honest about myself. So this probably won't see the light of day anytime remotely soon, if ever.

A canon-compliant Dramione war fic, diverging from the Malfoy Manor chapters in Book 7, picking up from a speculative thread I read once about what would happen if the war didn't end after Voldemort died at the Battle of Hogwarts. I've always thought it would be fascinating to see who Hermione and Draco would become if they were actual soldiers in the war (and my disappointment with how Book 7 handled the "war" of it all has been established). That being said, Book 7 of Lionheart will probably give me a lot of similar ideas to chew on, so I don't know what my appetite for this one will be once I'm finished with it.

Durmstrang AU. This one's barely a fic concept so much as it is a mental moodboard — I just want to worldbuild the hell out of Durmstrang. And the international wizarding world, generally. It's a delicious sandbox.

A longform canon-compliant fic or series of fics about the previous generation of Blacks (Sirius/Bellatrix/Narcissa, namely). If you look at the books, there's a huge amount we don't know about the fall of the Blacks. I always found it bizarre that the sisters and Sirius seem to be the only ones left by 1995. No one else has a claim? No one else from this all-powerful wizarding family wants to step in and claim this big honking townhouse in the middle of London? Or its attendant fortune? Dude, what happened? Also, we don't see nearly enough of the Black family melodrama in canon. They lose 4/5 children of a generation in the span of almost single decade. And then (presumably) all of their parents die in the span of another. Goddamn. Just imagine the character work you could do there.

A No Chosen One/Voldemort Wins (The First Time) AU where Hermione never gets her letter, and meets Draco much later in life as a self-taught witch. The dynamics I have in my head for this are really enjoyable, and it would be a chance to finally write Hermione POV, plus the Draco I've cooked up for this universe is [chefs kiss]. I also just love the idea of Hermione as a feral witch-child running around muggle London. I love it a lot.

[demonhuntingcaterpillar]

When Cursed Child was released there was uproar about the difference between Harry and Draco as fathers. Fans were upset that Draco Malfoy was such a calm, understanding father while Harry was a bit of a hot head. It was hard to grasp the distinct difference between the two characters as fathers. I’ll just resolve this whole issue with one word: Narcissa.

The biggest difference between Harry and Draco’s childhood is a mother’s love. Harry did not know what it was like to be parented or loved until he was 4 ft tall. Whereas Draco had grown up with a loving mother who cared for him while he was ill and tucked him in bed each night. Draco being such a good father to Scorpius makes sense because he had two polar opposites as parents. There was Lucius, who loves fiercely but his love is entirely conditional. And while I believe Lucius loved Narcissa more than life itself, he put his Death Eater duties and his thirst for power over his love for his son.

Narcissa was a different story entirely. Even though she married into the cause, she never took the dark mark. I believe this was because she saw what it required of Bellatrix, Regulus, and Lucius. She did not want to have to choose between Voldemort and Draco, because she knew she would always choose Draco. When Draco came of age, Lucius wanted to send Draco to Durmstrang. Even though Narcissa came from a world of pure bloods, she decided they would send Draco to Hogwarts. Prioritizing Draco’s safety over blood purity. This tells us she will choose Draco over Death Eater values. I believe losing her sisters and Regulus made Narcissa hyper aware of possible dangers and ever protective of her son. During his first year, we know it was hard on Narcissa to be away from Draco because she sent him sweets and letters daily. She is consistently protective of him, especially when Lucius must go to Azbakan. She bears her teeth and throws Sirius’s death in Harry’s face. Again, choosing Draco over anyone else, including her dead cousin Sirius. When Voldemort decides to make Draco take the mark as a punishment for Lucius’s mistakes, Narcissa sees his actions for what they are. She risks her life, along with her sister’s, in order to ask Severus to make the unbreakable vow. Narcissa gives Draco her wand during the war to be able to protect himself after Harry takes Draco’s. This leaves her and Lucius completely defenseless while Voldemort is LIVING IN THEIR HOUSE. They are in the midst of a war and Narcissa goes wandless for Draco. And finally, when Harry gives his life in the Forbidden Forest, Narcissa makes her biggest bad bitch mama bear move yet. She uses occlumency and lies to possibly the most powerful Legilimens ever, Lord Voldemort. She knows Draco is at Hogwarts, she knows he is more important to her than life itself. So when faced with this choice for maybe the billionth time in this woman’s life - Voldemort or Draco - she chooses Draco. Something her husband never had the balls to do.

So don’t come for me telling me Draco couldn’t have been a better parent than Harry. Don’t come for me telling me how terrible his father was and how there is no way a prat like Draco Malfoy could be understanding, forgiving, and loving. He knew what it was like to grow up with people hating/fearing him because of his father. He grew up knowing what it was like to be in the shadow of grand expectations, and what it was like to fail them. He grew up knowing the love of a mother’s touch and feeling Narcissa’s unconditional love. Draco Malfoy is an amazing father because Narcissa was an amazing mother. She put her love for Draco before blood status, before her husband, before life itself… which is exactly why Draco prioritized Scorpius’s happiness above everything else.

There’s a reason fanfic writers do everything but portray Narcissa as the Virgin Mary!!! She was just as good of a mother as Molly Weasley and Lily Potter. She was just as strong and brave and protective as Minerva McGonagall.

Sweet, loving Daddy Draco is canon and I will die on this hill.

[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

"Yes, only my beloved. Though I would be highly disappointed if the stabbing was in my back. I thought you better than that. Knowing you it would be straight to my face so you could see the light drain from this glorious body," his smile was sly. "Don't ever say I don't know you at least a little," he squeezed his index finger and thumb together. They actually had grown to know each other quite well. That's why they could have these moments. They played off each other like it was a game and there could only be one winner. But who would win? That was always the question. And the victor always silently celebrated while both knew the game had ended.

"I did say it has me a little fired up. You have to work a little more. It is called foreplay. But I'm sure I can manage if you give me a moment to just --" he stepped back and looked his wife up and down and bit his lip. "You. A glass of scotch. Death. Banter. -- I'm certainly getting there." Rodolphus shifted himself. "Maybe by the end of this" he motioned between the two of them, "I'll be ready to take you on. Even if you think my secrecy is boring -- which you know it's not. It's eating you alive wanting to know what I've been up to tonight. Your mind is searching all the areas it could go to see where I've been, who I've been with and what nasty things I could have been doing without you. You want details. Details are your foreplay. That's why you will 'no longer'" air quotes, "'fuck it out of me tonight.' Because I'm not giving you a single thing," Rodolphus growled as he moved closer and closer to Bellatrix. This part was thrilling. And if he wasn't hard before he certainly was now.

He made his way to the couch, full glass of scotch in his hand and sat next to Bellatrix. She was striking as ever. He would never deny his wife was a psychotic beauty -- just the way he liked them. His ankle met his thigh as he took a drink of the sweet, tough liquid. The sting is what made it perfect and just what this interaction needed to top things off. Perfection.

"Oh my ever so loving wife, I would love to join you tomorrow night. Now tell me, what sort of information will we be searching for?"

"It could only be his wife," Bellatrix reminded Rodolphus, since there was no other who knew him better - weaknesses and all, though the man would go to great lengths to deny he had any flaws. So would she, because she didn't. "His beloved and most adored spouse, stabbing him in the back with neither heed nor mercy." She scoffed then, beginning to entertain herself almost as much as Rodolphus was enjoying this harmless little tête-à-tête. It was not enough to distract her from her goal, but it did make the journey towards it less tedious.

Observing that wink without batting an eyelid, she then lowered her eyes to his crotch, slowly and with great indulgence. "Not that fired up, Rodolphus, my sweet." A smile to rival his twisted at her lips, heavy-lidded eyes dashing back to his and narrowing swiftly. She laughed, quiet and filthy, and pacified by learning that he had done nothing that would require her assistance. Therefore, it was nothing to be jealous of, and her irritation disappeared at the flick of a switch. Changeable and volatile, her moods swayed with more frequency than a paper lantern in a storm. "Your secrecy tires me," she stated blithely and dishonestly. "I'm bored. I was going to fuck the facts out of you, but I won't trouble anymore."

Pointing towards a couch, it was a silent invitation for him to join her properly. It was her room. He may join her in her lair and thank her for it. Wrapping her fingers around the neck of the still-floating scotch bottle, she then lounged onto the couch and waited for him to join her, holding out the bottle and topping up his glass. She studied him more carefully then, observing his features in the dying firelight, seeking signs of blood or alternative indications of his activities. Of course, there was nothing. He was good at hiding his work, after all. She admired him for it, as much as she'd hate to admit.

"Are you free tomorrow night? There's a mudblood I must question. I thought to bring her here." Let no one say she didn't share.

[magicallymusingbasilisks]

Death Eater Wallpapers Pt.1

Ft: Rabastan Lestrange, Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange

WIP: Thorfinn Rowle, Corban Yaxley, Lucius Malfoy and Fenrir Greyback.

[slitheringghost]

Voldemort Fic Recs, Part 3

Part 1 || Part 2

heavy is the head that wears the crown by @sk1fanfiction (2.4k, T)

Rec: One of my absolute favorite Tom character studies - the writing and characterization is phenomenal. The author perfectly captures Tom as childlike and frightened in heartbreaking ways while also capturing his amorality.

Tom could count the things he was afraid of on one hand. He was afraid of the black curtain fluttering next to the bed in the hospital ward he nearly died in (the Reaper, Tom knew it was him hiding in the fabric). Losing his 'freak' abilities. The cane in Mrs. Cole's office (but not that much). Not having enough to eat or a bed to sleep in. He folded his thumb into his fist and added Asylum to that list.

iron sharpens iron by @slashmarks (Voldemort & Ursa Black, Harry & Ron & Hermione & Ursa, Hermione/Ursa, 107k, T)

Rec: A fic centering around Voldemort’s daughter (who is Ursa instead of Delphi) ft. Voldemort sending his daughter a howler and a twist where instead of being killed in 1981 Voldemort loses his magic and has to live like a Muggle. Tom telling his daughter "the mark of strength in a person was not being bound by society's chains" made me tear up, because isn't that just Tom Riddle in a nutshell?

Basically, Ursa was the female equivalent to what Tom Riddle had imagined himself as a child: a girl from nowhere and no one, with no home and no rules and no culture. It had not made her free. Distracted by his research as he was, Tom had not actually failed to notice that Ursa could barely hold a conversation with a stranger. In a way he had been gratified, even relieved by his daughter's betrayal, because it was the first sign of serious independent action she had ever given. He had thought before then that he had probably ruined his daughter's life. - "You always told me," said Ursa, "That the mark of strength in a person was not being bound by society's chains, and strength was necessary not just to win power but to use it once you got it. What do you want? It's not to go around directing Death Eater meetings and reorganizing the Ministry. That was always Mother's passion. You were both exceedingly clear that you didn't care that much about the government. What do you actually want?"

Death (Eaters) in Paradise by @saintsenara (Bellatrix/Voldemort, 7.3k, M)

Rec: I loved the Bellatrix POV in this, and the Bellamort is so sweet and full of connection and understanding.

'You have no idea how lucky you are. You are an assassin, not a housewife.’ ‘A position I depend on your goodwill for,' she said, snapping the toothpick. 'Just like I depend on Roddy’s goodwill in society, and father’s goodwill before that. I want to be something for myself. I mean -’ She had spoken without thinking. She wondered if he would be angry. Instead, he was looking at her appraisingly. ‘Yes. I can appreciate that.' 'Oh.' 'The impulse to create one's own life is... admirable.’

Autogenesis by deslea (Bellatrix/Voldemort, 2.4k, E)

Rec: Fascinating exploration of Voldemort’s new body.

"Dignity is a great comfort after an ordeal such as Bella's," the Dark Lord agrees, looking pensively out the window. "I could have had Pettigrew summon you all at any time last year, could I not? But no man would sacrifice his dignity that way."

Feildelm's Apocrypha by deslea (Bellatrix/Voldemort, 4.5k, T)

Rec: Another favorite character study, beautifully written, with excellent Voldemort characterization.

He likes to walk among the dead. It was his favourite pastime as a child, walking in the little potter's field at the orphanage, walking among all the dead mothers (including his own). The dead mothers didn't call him strange or queer, didn't look on him with hate or fear. They lacked opinions of him, lacked interest in him, and that was a relief. Sometimes he thought that was what love was like, acceptance, passive embrace, sharing of space. If so, that was a thing he could respect, far more than the grandiose passions spoken of by the deluded, passions that were almost always a lie.

ever hear what I told you by @slashmarks (Druella & Andromeda, Druella & Bellatrix, background Bellatrix/Voldemort, 2.7k)

Rec: A wonderful version of Druella, and a hilarious argument between Voldemort and his unofficial mother-in-law. I requested this; you can request fics from slashmarks in return for pro-choice donations here.

Riddle stared at her in silence for several full beats. Druella had time to think, Lord God, this is it, my final mistake. And how stupid it was, after all of the scheming and the murders she'd committed and attempted and the murder attempts she'd survived, to die because she provoked Tom bloody Riddle over the wheat yield differential between muggle and magical Britain. But given what a mess she'd made of things lately, perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps if he murdered her point blank, Bella would leave him.

[lily-chappells-version]

Intro Post <3

Hi loves! It's Lily here with an intro <3

❀ Lily Evans

❀ 17 years old

❀ Gryffindor <3

❀ Bisexual

❀ She/her pronouns

Fave musical artists:

❀ Taylor Swift (taytay my beloved)

❀ Sabrina Carpenter

❀ Chappell Roan <3 <3

My friends <3

❀ @macdonald-but-no-farm Mary my love <3 <3

❀ @rockkinnon Marlene McKinnon, my insane best friend

❀ @jame-not-james James Potter, otherwise known as Thing #1

❀ @padfoot-the-dog Sirius Black, otherwise known as Thing #2

❀ @the-one-and-only-moony Remus Lupin, he matches my freak (= reading sapphic love stories in the middle of the night)

❀ @petti-grew-to-5-ft-5 Peter Pettigrew, vaguely demonic rat child

My acquaintances

❀ @regulusinpages Regulus Black, very cool person :)

❀ @evanrosierismyboyfriend Barty Crouch Jr., chaos demon

❀ @thebestrosiertwin Evan Rosier, name thief :3

❀ @bella-bitch-black Bellatrix Black, Sirius' scary cousin

This is a Marauders roleplay blog. If you're racist, misogynist, ableist, transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic, etc. then you'd probably hate me irl, so get out! If you're not, feel free to interact – I love to chat <3

Oh, and if you're also part of this roleplay and you want to post a photo your character 'took' of Lily – no problem, just use a photo of Abigail Cowen. She's my Lily fancast, I love her <3

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[xrodolphusxlestrangex]

Rodolphus couldn’t help but laugh at his wife’s antics. With or without the alcohol she was someone to keep happy and this barkeep was not keeping up. It was humorous to say the least. Beatrix barking orders somehow never got old. She didn’t bark them at him so he was able to enjoy the show.

“Hey kid. Here’s a hint. Stand here with both of our drinks of choice or everything in here will blow to smithereens. Now get me a scotch, neat.” He wondered if the kid even knew what neat meant but he was about to find out.

“Oh, never apologize for putting those in their place. They deserve it. You’re actually being quite nice. I’m surprised.” The barkeep returned. Rodolphus was right. There was ice in his glass. “I said neat. How do you work in a damn bar and know that that means no ice. Get your ass back there and get it right.” He said, waving his wand around. “Looks like he’ll be getting it from both of us now.” he smirked joyfully.

“I’ll speed up to reach your level, my love. No point in drinking alone if your husband is right here.”

“Hm, well,” she drawled lazily, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Rodolphus sat beside her. “Our house elves work with more urgency,” she defended weakly, a smirk forming on her lips. “Though I suppose my wand work might have something to do with that.” She snorted, bringing her new drink back to her lips, emptying its contents in one long swig. With a loud slam of the glass on the counter, she refused to break her stare from the barkeep, who’d only just walked away. “Are you always this slow, or are you trying to push me?” She called out to him when he didn’t immediately refill her glass. When he fumbled his way back to her side of the bar, he kept his head down, brow furrowed in concentration. “I’d recommend hurrying before I start hexing things for fun in here.” Wordlessly, he filled her drink again, and Bellatrix nursed it, finally getting a good look at her husband.

“Sorry, love,” she breathed, patting him affectionately on his thigh. “Was only keeping the filthy half-blood in his place,” she explained with a wink. “You should catch up.” Nodding, she sipped her drink, albeit much more leisurely. “And I should slow down.”

[reguluslovesspelunking]

ways my boyfriend and i are jegulus…

me (regulus):

- my birth chart told me to be careful around water and something about an inheritance

- regulus is a star in the constellation “leo”. i am a leo.

- i have a dark sense of humor

- whether i mean to or not, i usually look like i’m glaring daggers at someone

- i used to dislike my boyfriend when we first met, then didn’t want to admit that i thought he was cute.

- i’m a fucking black cat and i hate people. i don’t let people get too close, and people physically make me feel claustrophobic

- i was just told that i apparently snore like how a cat purrs??

- i am the younger sibling, i have an older brother who is a gryffindor while i am a slytherin

- i dont trust easy and i have a small tight knit group of friends who i’d kill for. major fucking guard dog

- i enjoy reading. my favorite genre is murder mysteries

- autism.

him (james):

- wears glasses

- is always fixing his hair

- on the astrology app “the pattern” it said he was most similar to “james potter”

- has red boxers with stags on them??

- has a sun carved on his fucking house, and a stag candle holder statue on his porch

- always tries to see the best in everyone

- “has the ego the size of a lake but a heart to match it”

- still uses pinky promises (art heist, baby?!)

- was dating this girl named “lily” before me…

- fuckin simp

- is the motherfucking sun

- very much ADHD

together:

- we love bagels. it’s crimson rivers coded.

- he’s the only person to get me to fold. i get flustered so easily but literally only by him?? i either forget how to speak or he says something cute and i go “shut the fuck up”

- before i read choices, i was going through A LOT. we had a conversation about how i felt like i was the common denominator so i must be the issue. choices also made me realize that i was a regulus kinnie

- before i read art heist, baby! i freaked out and said that people always leave. i expect it at this point. i have ✨abandonment issues✨ and tbh i was just enjoying all the time i could with him before i thought he was gonna leave. i was grateful i at least had him (he has not left yet)

- i have a hard time with sleep. i sometimes have to dr*g myself in order to knock out. i started sleeping over his dorm this past semester and i didn’t need anything. i felt safe. i fell asleep to his breathing and the beating of his heart. i just read this part of only the brave and my jaw dropped.

- our tropes are pretty much: grumpy/sunshine, hurt/comfort, slowburn, who did this to you?, friends to lovers

- “i’m not letting you go back there”. a situation happened this past semester where i was trapped in an inhumane living situation. it got so bad that one day i was secretly moving out but became physically stuck in there. he barged in and rescued me. it was the equivalent of james potter storming grimmauld place to rescue regulus black from bellatrix ft rodolphos, walburga, and lucius

- i got him to cosplay jegulus with me and we’re really cute :)

anyways…. he doesn’t know the marauders lore except for what i tell him but we discover more and more parallels constantly and it’s gotten to the point where it genuinely freaks me the fuck out. we are jegulus. sunseeker variants. starchaser reincarnated. hopefully this won’t end in tragedy

[allthepeculiarthings]

this is really interesting to me because bella mentions the philospher's stone, which means that voldemort must have told her about his attempt to get it. which leads me to several questions.

first of all, did voldemort tell bella everything he'd been up to in the past fifteen years? ("uhhh yeah so albania was great fun honestly. have you ever possessed a snake bella? i highly recommend it. really helps blow off steam.")

second of all, was this like a serious debrief, because voldemort found it really important to tell all his inner circle of the interesting rocks he was hiding under for 11 years, or was it more casual, like a friday night gossip sesh over a few glasses of wine?

(the latter is obviously the correct answer. this is the part where they venture into narcissa's garden to find some snakes for bella to try possess. they're all black out drunk and in the morning no one actually remembers if bella succeeded. narcissa weeps because they destroyed all her gorgeous flower beds.)

also ft snape being a petty bitch, bellatrix's shovel talk, and narcissa literally mid breakdown. what a great chapter.

[royalthorned]

Pandora/Bellatrix microfic, 1139 words. Explicit mdni please!

About- new mother Pandora gets visited by her teenage hookup ft. marital affairs and irresponsible parenting

Pandora finds herself continually impressed by the audacity of death eaters. 

Barty, who sleeps on her couch, steals her food and begs to divorce her “hippy middle aged husband who doesn’t treat her like he could” Regulus who apparates to her kitchen to demand herbal  tea and lament on the indignities of his nobility. Her twin who appears with boxes of poorly charmed necklaces and vials of unusable potions to dump in his guest room.  

And now Bellatrix, who is standing at the foot of her doorway smirking at her through the panels of glass in the door. 

Hesitating, Pandora pulls the door open, stepping aside to make room for her unanticipated guest. 

‘Dora. I heard you had taken up the role of ditsy wife.”

She’s draped in black robes hanging loosely over an ornament silken dress. Her hair is wild and unbrushed, her face gaunt and lively. She’s the incarnation of a storm, wild and restless. Uncontrollable and capturing.  

“Bella, I heard you had joined a group of high ranking pure bloods who want to relive the Hogwarts glory days by living together and obeying a master.”

Bella scoffs at that, a light flush rising up the long slope of her neck, apparently unimpressed by Pandora’s teasing.

“You know it's more than that.”

Pandora sneers, contemptuous to her core. “It's ridiculous, belittling. Why would you seek out a master?”

“Oh, so you haven’t found a master in your scandalous marriage”

“There is nothing scandalous about my marriage, Bella”

“He’s twenty years older than you, you had clippings of his articles on your dorm room walls. It's scandalous.”

Barking out a laugh Pandora watches as Bella traipses through her kitchen. “And pictures, I married him for looks and intellect.”

Bella throws herself on the clean corner of the countertop, biceps straining through the jewelled silk of her dress. Wrinkling her nose at the half empty baby bottles and swinging her legs against the counter top. 

“Why are you here?” 

Bellatrix looks up from where she was inspecting the newspapers beside her. The front photos are of her, a masked Bella. Identifiable by the graceless rage and position behind Voldemort. 

“I’m bored”

“We haven't been friends since Hogwarts, why are you here?”

Bella catches her eye and smirks, “We were more than friends, weren't we”

Pandora scoffs, grabbing her wand from the sewn in pocket of her nightdress. “I'm a mother and married. It's been years, you have a husband and more affairs than I can keep track of. Leave”

Bella slinks off of the counter, ‘Keeping track of my affairs?”

“I keep track of everyones, you're not special” 

Bellatrix, now close enough to skim her fingers along the hem of Dora’s skirt smiles down at her dangerously.

“Happy with motherhood?”

Gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw as Bellatrix smooths her hands up along Dora’s waist she replies through gritted teeth with a breathy laugh. 

“It’s a gift”

‘Does he fuck you the same now?”

Pandora jerks back at that, throwing an incredulous look at Bella as she wraps her arms around her waist.

“Get out of my house”

“Lucious doesn’t fuck Cissa anymore” Bella’s body doesnt hold an ounce of tension even as Pandora snarls at her. 

“I didn't marry Lucious” Pandora walks toward her, stomach burning hot and cheeks tingling in embarrassment.

“No, you married an older impoverished hippy version of him’ Bellatrix laughs at her own joke, canine teeth standing out against the yellowed chipped teeth.

“He loves my body”

“Does he fuck you though”

Bellatrix walks forward again, letting her hands run along the curve of Pandora’s hips, along the straight line of her waist and trailing back down again.

“I would. Let me.” 

“Why?” Dora’s hands come up to play with the scraggly split ends at the back of Bella’s hair

“Miss you” 

“Liar.”

Leaning forward, Bella trails her lips along Pandora’s jaw. Scraping her teeth and digging her nails into the soft part of her waist.

“I miss having a blond girl to fuck”, the words are panted against her neck.

“I miss getting fucked so I guess this works”

Whipping her head back and angling her face to the left, always the left she kisses her. Always too eager at the start, teeth and tongue, spit coating her lips.

The first time Bella kissed her, in a third story bathroom stall, as is customary for Pandora’s teenage flings, she kissed with so much tongue and enthusiasm Dora had spit running down her chin by the time she pulled back. Bellatrix has always made up for her inexperience and inability with brutish  passion and hookups are no different. 

Bellatrix lifts her dress up, ruching it just below the curve of her tit, walking them backwards towards the kitchen chairs.

Their tongues meet in the middle of them both licking into eachothers mouths and Pandora whines and squirms as Bella leaning forward and shoving her down.

Bellatrix drops to her knees the second Pandora hits the chair. Her legs are spread haphazardly apart and her linen dress stays ruched in her lap. 

Bella rests her head on the bony flesh of Pandora’s thigh and grins up at her.

“When was the last time you got eaten out properly, pet.”

“Last time Sybill came around”

Bella bites at the inside of her thigh, “Filthy half blood cant fuck you like I can”

Tugging at her hair and dragging her forward Pandora pants out a “Prove it” before Bella buries her head between her pale thighs

Sucking at her, Bella throws Pandora’s thighs over her shoulder and slides her hands up her waist to fondle at her tits. Moaning against her and pulling back to murmur how they are “bigger and warmer now’

Pandora laughs and lets her head fall back as Bella slips her fingers in. Panting and moaning Dora moves Bella’s head down and sighs out little here’s and more’s and there’s.

They carry on like that, Pandora instructing and Bella carrying out her requests with sloppy vigour until they hear a loud screech of infant discomfort from upstairs. 

Bella crooks her fingers and Pandora groans with pleasure and disappointment simultaneously. 

“Bella, the- hngh. The baby.”

Bellatrix doubles down, fingers pumping mouth wide open and sucking hard while Pandora doubts the existence of a mothers natural instinct knowing she would pick this over feeding her baby anyday.

When Pandora comes it’s with a loud cry curdling with her baby’s sobs.

As Pandora tries to tug Bella up by the roots of her tangled hair to nestle her head between her muscle laden legs she hears the abrupt crack of apparition from the kitchen.

Bellatrix laughs and whispers “Hunny he’s home” against Dora’s slick laden thighs before disappearing silently into the air.

Xenophilius walks into the kitchen to find Pandora flushed and shaky murmuring about a vision while trudging up the stairs half heartedly to feed Luna.