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crookshanksagentofowca · 2 months

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Bellamort fake-dating/ arranged marriage AU where Voldemort decides it would look good to marry a member of a high-ranking Pureblood family but he wants it to be strictly for show and not at all a real marriage so he’ll need it to be someone loyal to him who wouldn’t reveal that to the world. It should also be someone who’s talented when it comes to magic and whose company he doesn’t detest. Bellatrix is the only one who ticks all of those boxes, plus he happens to know that her family are trying to set her up with Rodolphus and she’s looking for a way out of it, so it would be mutually beneficial. So he asks her, unaware that she’s been desperately in love with him for ages, and of course she says yes. He promises that it won’t be a proper marriage and he’ll leave her alone when she’s not needed for Death Eater business. She’s internally rather sad about that part but she’s still happy enough that she gets to appear on his arm at public events, dance with him and sometimes even kiss him, to make sure they’re selling the illusion. Cygnus and Druella aren’t super thrilled with the idea of their daughter marrying a half-blood who’s twice her age but they realize how such an alliance with the Dark Lord may be advantageous for the family so they go along with it. (And also they’re too scared of him to say no.)

So Bellatrix and Voldemort have a big, fancy wedding and then move into opposite sides of a huge mansion. But sometimes they find themselves lingering in the same spaces, even when no one’s watching, just to talk. The more time they spend together, the more Voldemort realizes he’s actually developing feelings for her and of course the whole time she’s burning with desire for him but neither says anything because the deal was that this wouldn’t be a proper marriage so neither wants to burden the other with complications they’d promised to avoid. So we get this slow-burn/mutual pining situation and for a while nothing changes, except perhaps they become more affectionate during public appearances, since that’s the only time they allow themselves to act in love with the other. However, neither of them is patient or used to denying themselves what they want so eventually one of them breaks and kisses the other when they’re all alone. Then, of course, there’s a brief moment of awkwardness where they think they’ve ruined everything until the other admits that the feelings are reciprocated. They finally start having a true relationship, laughing at how odd it is to be at such a beginning stage when they’re already married. And then live happily ever after, etc.

#bellamort #bellatrix black #voldemort #harry potter #bellatrix x voldemort #fanfiction idea #my thoughts #caoo posts

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snake-berry · 4 months

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request! first war bellamort <3

had fun w this. havent drawn hp stuff in a while since ive been in my asoiaf era but its always nice to draw bellamort

not exactly sure what voldemort is meant to look like during this time, i tried to research but there wasnt much to find. sooooo i drew him w/ thinning hair and a flattening nose and red eyes but hes not QUITE as snake-like as he is when he returns. despite giving him hair i think hes still sorta recognizable as voldemort so. yay

#been so busy this last month but im finally free so. overwhelm me with asoiaf/hp requests pls #i wanted to draw voldemort like training bella or something but my romance senses overtook me #harry potter #bellamort #bellatrix black #bellatrix lestrange #tom riddle #lord voldemort #voldemort #tom marvolo riddle #bellatrix x voldemort #hp fanart #harry potter fanart #death eaters #slytherin #need to draw more ship art in general...#requesters send me ur random asoiaf or hp ships for me to draw please. i think it would heal my soul

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alexrosekey · 4 months

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Oh boy, this is gonna be my longest submission for the @hprecfest to date. Buckle up my friends, the road ahead will be teary with little to no sunshine and rainbows. HEA is not guaranteed, though one has a little more hopeful ending than the others (I'll let you guess which one 👀)

I take absolutely no responsibility for the possible heartache you feel after reading my recs.

*Most of the fics below are rareships , all but the first one.

1. Seven Minutes by starkidsftw (T, 60,588, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy)

They say after you die, your brain stays alive for seven minutes. And in those seven minutes, you live your entire life over again. When Draco Malfoy's seven minutes arrived, he did relive his life: his experiences, his mistakes, his memories. But most importantly, he relived being with her. He relived hating her, loving her, and then ruining it forever.

A Dramione 6th year AU, how typical. But my breath was taken away with how beautiful and poetic the writing was, how in-character both Draco and Hermione were as well as how believable their journey from enemies to lovers was.

This fic is Draco-centric, though the romance is one of the key parts in it. Seven Minutes explored Draco's thoughts and actions throughout the fateful sixth year at Hogwarts with great care and consideration, never shying away from the more unsavory aspects of his personality unlike many Hogwarts Dramione fics.

Draco, through the exceptional crafting of the author, appeared as both sympathetic and pathetic, yet very human and understandable.

After reading it the first time, I immediately reread it while listening to Dumbledore's Farewell OST, crying my eyeballs out.

The author of this one has several much more popular Dramione fics and in fact has an ao3 account, but SM remains one of the finest Dramione fic I've ever read.

*This fic could be put under the prompts of Day 5: A non-AO3 fic, Day 8: A canon-divergence fic, Day 21: A thought-provoking fic and Day 28: An under-rated fic.

2. Beauty and the Beast by @metalomagnetic (M, 21,209, Bellatrix Lestrange/Voldemort)

Whenever Voldemort sees beauty, he wants to destroy it. Bellatrix Black endures.

As I said to dear @metalomagnetic on Discord: "Your fic destroyed me." Who would have thought that one day, I would read a Bellamort fic, getting choked up over their tragic tale at work?

Through the masterful stroke of the author, Bellatrix Lestrange became much more multidimensional and fascinating. More than just a sadistic and insane femme fatale, Bella in BatB loved strongly, felt deeply and had had her heart broken. She was devoted to what she believed in, in this case her freedom to live outside of the strict Pureblood ideals for women, and Voldemort.

Voldemort, as always, shined in the hands of metalomagnetic. He was absolutely unapologetic, unhinged, with wrapped views and formidable presence. To witness his spiral downward first hand was both tragic and mesmerizing.

So please, if you could get over your misgivings about JK's terrible portrayal of Bellamort in canon (and *cough* CC *cough*), give this fic a try. You won't regret it.

(If you're a fan of Tom Riddle/Voldemort like me or a fan of canon-accurate Sirius Black, I highly recommend you to check out metalomagnetic's other fics 😉)

*This fic could be put under the prompts of Day 6: An unreliable narrator fic, Day 7: A canon-compliant fic and Day 9: A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3).

3. Tiveden by NoFootprintsInSand (M, 1,594, Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle | Voldemort)

Hope tastes like copper.

There's a reason why despite not rereading this fic for a while now, I could still remember everything in it vividly. Two people got stranded together in the middle of nowhere is a common trope. But this fic went above and beyond to deliver one of the most agonizing and sorrowful twist to it.

To quote one of the comments: He had nothing to live for and she had everything to die for. Like the summary, this fic left a bitter, coppery aftertaste on your tongue after reading.

*This fic could be put under the prompt of Day 1: A favorite fic under 5k and Day 8: A canon-divergence fic.

4. I Think I Know Enough of Hate (1,392) and This Living Hand, Now Warm and Capable (1,287) by NoFootprintsInSand (M, Hermione Granger/Lucius Malfoy)

Hermione and Lucius and the prelude to battle.

and

Hermione and Lucius and the aftermath of battle.

Just getting into Lumione since July, but whenever I'm in the mood for a good punch in the gut, I would immediately go to these two oneshots.

NoFootprintsInSand is a master in weaving beautifully haunting and bittersweet tales, and these two are no exception.

The tragedy that is the corrupted British Wizarding Society as well as the pain of a hollow existence, of pointless conflicts and never-ending power struggle, all portrayed phenomenally through the short, sharp paragraphs and sentences.

Lucius and Hermione's relationship was both twisted and tragic, filled with so much desire and contempt, both for each other and for themselves. Yet there was something more underneath, something speak of love and concern but at the same time not. Whatever it was, it made them cling to one another, wrapping up in a tangle of love and hate and obsession.

Each word and phrase were designed for maximum emotional effect, so unforgettable and effective that shook you to the core. The ambiguity of the fic's context added to the desperate and melancholic vibe of the oneshots.

The stories left so much up to interpretation that I've decided to write an AU WIP to explore them more on my own! (with the permission from the og writer)

*These fics could be put under the prompts of Day 1: A favorite fic under 5k, Day 8: A canon-divergence fic, and Day 9: A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3).

All 5 fics in this list can also be put under the prompt of Day 17: A fic that made you cry.

As always, happy reading, and see ya next year 💋

In the meantime, check out my rec list for other days.

Day 13: A fic with over 100k words

Day 16: A fic that made you laughed

Day 19: Fic with the hottest smut

Day 22: An unfinished fic (hasn't updated in 10 years or the author stated it has been abandoned)

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star-named-riddle · 4 months

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Day 17 - Scarf

Yep, that scarf. if you know, you know. Entirely NSFW, a lemon from the very start, no plot, all smut

Also another long one

Lord Voldemort climbed atop his barely coherent paramour, half-mad with desire, the other half mad with the notion he was not the only man to see her like this.

Bella panting, blushing, naked beneath him.

He gathered her wrists above her head, pinning them together with a single hand, her hands and his digging into the pillow, over her tumbling curls. The softness of her hair elicited a memory in him.

The scarf. The damned green, near transparent scarf, had been soft in his hands as well.

His left hand reached through the air, his palm turned up and awaiting. The scarf flew into it, and Lord Voldemort wasted no time in tying Bella’s dainty wrists to the headboard.

“Your husband said you should wear it,” he teased.

The pupils in her grey eyes went wider, and he thought, even if just for a second, that he would like to dive in and get lost in their enticing darkness. And never come up again.

Instead, Bella wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him closer with her thighs. He devoured her lips, robbing her of the fleeting moment of control. He rubbed his palms up and down her sides, from shoulder blades to hips, reveling in the way her body spasmed under his.

He rocked against her, teasing her, weaving back and forth across the line of pleasure-pain that ruled her desire. She was swollen and sore, but delightfully pink and wet, he saw as he pulled himself back to sit on his haunches.

He let his fingers caress her inner thighs, delighting in the shiver of her skin. She’d have bruises there in the morning. He had been rather careless in his ravishing tonight. He smiled, thinking of the things he had already done to her tonight. Of her naked body pressed against his, then against the mirror. Of the way he had carried her mellow, sated body to his bed while her mind was still high on pleasure, just to take her again, hard and rough and fast, until she had mewled her pleasure from beneath him, fighting for every breath under his weight.

His own desire stirred again, heat pooling low in his belly, hardening in his groin. He leaned forward, placing his hand steadily over Bellatrix’s mons, palm all pressure while his fingers teased her lips.

Bella’s hiss turned into a hum under his touch. He cast a vibrating charm on his own hand, and watched her struggle to release her hands. Her legs came entirely off the mattress, thighs twisting together over his hand, knees and ankles pressed together, toes curling as she pleaded, with moans and gasps, for him to stop.

He would do no such thing. She had spent the entire evening teasing him with that damned scarf and filthy, delicious visions of herself slipping those damned thin straps off her shoulders. He would have her beg for him.

Bella’s pleading eyes found his. He renewed his spell and her eyes rolled back, a moan breaking loose from her throat only to die against his lips. She went limp, her body slowly unfurling, limbs stretching on the mattress. She weakly returned his kisses.

He could stop now, he ought to, really, as she was utterly spent. And yet, he felt like the scarf hadn’t been put to proper use. With a playful nip of her lips, he whispered a spell into the shell of her ear.

“Tergeo,” he said, a mischievous smile on the corner of his mouth. Bellatrix opened her eyes, and looked at him, content. Her body clean, and fresh, and rid of all evidence of their night.

“Thank you, my Lord.”

Lord Voldemort did not acknowledge her words in any way. He removed his equally clean hand from between her legs, and pushed Bellatrix’s hair off her neck. He gave her a moment of respite, if only to better savour her surprise the next second.

Bellatrix stretched, her hands reaching for the headboard, pulling herself slightly up on the pillows, trying to alleviate the tension of the scarf around her wrists. She looked up, to the green garment that had got her into such trouble. She didn’t dare ask to be released. Knowing her master, and considering her previous teasing, he would leave her to sleep like this.

His low laughter caught all of her attention. Mirth, true mirth, was a rare thing in the Dark Lord.

She turned her head towards him, smiling. She was sated, and willing to bet his laughter meant he was too.

The glint in his eyes was enough to prove her wrong.

“We’re not done, Bella. Oh, no, I’m not done with you,” he growled into the skin of her neck, trailing kisses down the column of muscle there. “We’re merely starting over.” He balanced his body on his elbows, looming over her.

She swallowed a whimper. She felt depleted, and yet her body seemed to awaken again under his gaze.

“My Lord?” she asked, unsure of what else to do.

It was the wrong question. Or the right one, perhaps. Lord Voldemort’s eyes flashed red, and she knew she had stirred something within him. It was entirely the right question.

She expected hungry kisses, possessive hands, even daring fingers, but not what followed.

The Dark Lord parted her legs with his right arm, pulling her left thigh up onto his right shoulder, and then lowered his body into the mattress, settling between her legs. She could not peel her eyes off him as he moved, and he held her gaze as he adjusted her right leg upon his left shoulder.

He kissed the skin of her inner thighs, where it was softest, first one side, then the other, allowing his chin and nose to drag across her swollen core. The gasping scream that earned him nearly destroyed his resolve to tease her within an inch of her sanity. He looked up, watching her breasts move with every heave of her chest. He kissed her lips, and the painful but pleasurable cry that escaped her told him she was entirely too sensitive to tolerate his touch for long. She moved her feet to his back, her heels softly pushing down and away.

This would be torture for her. He caught a glimpse of the green scarf, which she had tangled further in between her hands in a hopeless effort of either setting herself free or pulling herself away from him. The sight of it was enough to have him focus on his goal again.

Teasing.

He wrapped his arms around each of her thighs, pulling her feet off his back while steading her hips. She wouldn’t be able to move. Then, he dove into her. Tongue and lips and all, going so far as to carefully drag his teeth across her sensitized clit.

The sounds that drew from her were delirious. Her body squirmed, trying and failing to get away. He tightened his hold on her, pulling her down every time she managed to gain an inch away from him.

“Master!”

“What?” he asked, taking a deep breath before resuming her torture.

He pressed his tongue against her and sucked. Bellatrix bucked, successfully pushing his mouth off her. He gave her the respite she had earned, head leaning on her leg.

“Stop! Enough,” she said, gasping for air between words, her whole body working for every single breath.

He plunged his mouth into her one last time, reveling in her desperate moans. He gathered enough focus to pry into her mind, and found her on the verge of despair between pleasure and pain.

“Beg!” he ordered, kissing her thighs again. He licked a path up her body then, giving her a second of peace before twisting two fingers into her.

She curled her legs up again, trying to hold his arm between them and twist away from his touch. She was so close, yet it was unbearable.

“My Lord, it’s too much.”

“Beg!”

She didn’t. She wouldn’t. His Bella would not crack so easily. Stubborn and proud, begging did not come naturally to her. And he knew it.

He pushed his body back in between her legs, leaving her core at the mercy of his fingers. He curled his fingers inside, and pushed his thumb against her nub, rubbing it in circles. He felt her inner walls quiver and squeeze his fingers, which prompted him to alleviate all pressure at once.

Her complaint was very audible, and her eyes searched for his, pleading.

“Would you like me to stop now?”

“Mm-mpht… no! Not now!”

“What do you have to say to me?”

Her mind had become an incoherent mess. He moved his fingers inside her, gathering her thoughts and cuing an answer out of her.

“Please…” her voice died in her throat.

“Please what?”

“Please, my Lord, please-”

“Stop?”

“No!”

“What then, Bella?”

He kissed her, his thumb resuming its motion.

“What then, Bella?” he growled low into her ears.

“Master! I nn-need-” her voice trailed off again, giving place to a mewl ripped from deep within her.

“What do you have to say to me?” he asked, kissing her. His fingers teased her, but never touched her in quite the right way.

She pulled her lips from him, inhaling sharply.

“I’m sorry, my Lord. I’m sorry about the scarf, Master,” she said, her wide grey eyes pleading with him. “Make it stop, please, please make it stop, my Lord.”

Lord Voldemort laughed, removing his fingers from her entirely.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl now, Bella.”

He released her wrists with one wave of his hand. The green scarf fell from the headboard, landing on her curls. Her hands came to rest on her chest, angry red lines marking them. She was still panting beneath him, still not done. They weren’t over yet.

He entered her with one long, slow thrust. His hands gathered her body close to his as he pushed deeper. She arched her back under him, pushing herself against him, her body already succumbing to her pleasure. He made sure to rub against her as he thrust, and her pleasure enveloped him completely.

He kissed the last moan off her lips, and abandoned himself into the familiar cradle of her hips.

Also on AO3, together with all the fics uploaded today

#bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #hp fanfic #bellamort december #bellamort #smut #bellatrix x voldemort #that damned scarf had to make a return #we're back on track #no delayed fics #next up will be up at 5pm GMT

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invisibilicose · 1 year

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Sweet reunion

#lord voldemort #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix x voldemort #bellamort #tom riddle #bellatrix black #first wizarding war #harry potter fanart #voldemort fanart #bellatrix fanart

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simping-4-voldemort · 1 year

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elenasalvatore666 · 9 days

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Prompt: Harry and Hermione are forced to adopt Delphine and (the daughter of Bellatrix and Voldemort)

You can use all my ideas for your fanfics. There are works in which Harry decided to help Voldemort and Bellatrix's daughter by adopting her, thereby removing the mark of the daughter of the most hated wizards from her, and Hermione helps him take care of the child. But if circumstances forced Harry to adopt a child?

The idea: Harry and Hermione will be definitely a couple. During the war, Bellatrix gave birth to Delphini. Only Narcissa Malfoy knew about her existence from the survivors after the war. Narcissa lied in the forest, saying that Harry Potter was dead, thereby she saved his life, thereby he formed a "life debt". During the battle, Delphini's parents die. Narcissa must take care of her niece, because if it becomes known about the child's origin, the girl is doomed. To give Delphini a chance for a better life, it is necessary to create a legend about her parents. The child is already demonstrating magical emissions, which means that he is magically strong, therefore, risking throwing a child to Muggles is not an option. The truth may come out. So, we need to find a couple of wizards who have not been in sight for a year. Narcissa knows (she learned from the huntsmen Ron stumbled upon or from some kind of death eaters) that for a while Harry Potter and Hermione Granger were alone, no one saw them. The ideal option. Of course, Delphini would have a bright future if her "father" was the savior of the magical world, and her "mother" was the brightest witch of her generation. (How to explain to Ron why he didn't see Hermione's pregnancy or the baby was Narcissa's idea. The legend remains at the discretion of the author - for example, the hunt itself lasted longer, and Ron was away longer,; Hermione took a pregnancy-accelerating potion, and then the baby was hidden. But everyone should believe in it). Narcissa meets with Harry and Hermione and suggests that they marry the child to their own. Harry and Hermione refuse, they are disgusted by the idea of having anything to do with this child, and they do not have such a relationship, plus they are planning a relationship with the Weasleys. But here Narcissa calls Harry to the duty of life. If he doesn't pass the child off as their daughter with Hermione or refute it, then Harry will die. Harry also has to take care of Delphini. Hermione has a choice, but if she refuses, Harry will die (the author can also come up with another reason why Hermione cannot refuse). There are no options. They agree. The important condition is that it must be a secret. Of course, the Weasleys take this turn badly. Ron hoped for a relationship with Hermione, Ginny hoped for a relationship with Harry. But now everything is changing. And Harry and Hermione don't see each other romantically yet. But even worse, both Harry and Hermione don't feel good about Delphini. To them, she's just the offspring of those who killed all of Harry's loved ones, tortured Hermione, and made their lives hell. But as the story progresses, Harry and Hermione begin to have feelings for each other and fall in love. They will also gradually begin to perceive Delphini as their own daughter, who is not responsible for the actions of her biological parents. Also, the author of the fan fiction can add adventure storylines, including the future story of Delphini.

If you have any questions/suggestions about the application, do not hesitate to contact us in the comments or in private messages.

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