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fractured-hq · 2 years

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BELLATRIX LESTRANGE (NEÉ BLACK)

Birthday: 9 November 1951.

Blood Status: Pureblood.

Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her.

Occupation: Senior Attorney for the International Magical Office of Law.

Sided with: Death Eater.

Faceclaim: Danielle Campbell.

ABOUT THE CHARACTER

SCHOOL

School: Hogwarts.

House: Slytherin.

Extra curricular:

Slug Club.

Duelling club

Prefect

Head girl

Quidditch: commentator from 5th to 7th year

BIO

GROWING UP

it was raining when bellatrix druella black made her first appearance in the world, a downpour in the middle of a november night that got silenced the moment she opened her mouth — there was no denying she was healthy, a screaming pink baby that didn't quiet for an hour despite everyone's best efforts, and while her gender was not ideal, she wasn't any less loved. she was doted on and adored, and when less than a year later her younger sister andromeda was born, that didn't change.

they say that heavy is the head that wears a crown, but the weight of the black family legacy never came from above when it came to bellatrix — it came from within. if you were to ask her, she had the perfect life, loving parts, the best sisters, she got to be a little girl and play in large gardens, to hold her own against the world while learning poise and grace, to understand her place in the world and relish it entirely — she was a black. yes, she was keenly intelligent and charming as much as she could be volatile and impulsive, but there was something endearing in that that wasn't cut off by cygnus and druella soon enough, so it remained a part of her.

perhaps it was because she never knew herself as anything other than someone's big sister, someone's first born, but loyalty and protection were always bellatrix's gospel, and in her young eyes the world would have to crumble around her for her family to be dishonoured, or for her sisters to be hurt in any way. she took it upon herself to be the leader and the captain in their childhoods, often barely balancing poor narcissa in one arm as she tugged andromeda along by the hand with the other, and even as those times faded into more proper ones where tricks and playing had to be done quietly and away from adults, it still felt like that to bella. it was her and her sisters against the world, and the world wouldn't beat a black, especially when that black was bellatrix.

she told no one of how much she wept during her first night in the dungeons after writing home to tell them the news of her sorting, missing home and those she loved, and she also said not a word about how for a moment the hat seemed rather serious about sorting her into hufflepuff.

START OF THE WAR

hogwarts simply came to prove what bella already knew: she was brilliant. the castle brought other sorts of growth to her character, from the deep love she grew to feel for slytherin (what is a house if not a family, after all) to the responsibilities she took on — her time as a prefect taught her she cared to be the one with the power, her year as head girl coating her with an air of invincibility that she's never shaken off.

it was a known fact that bellatrix black was either someone you adored for her humour and snappy retorts, her graceful teasing and surprising ability to take firewhiskey shots, or someone you despised for her arrogance, for the way she would turn a blind eye to anything that would reflect poorly on slytherin or her family, for her impermeability to any act of cruelty that didn't touch the ones she loved, or her oftentimes careless dismissal of those she deemed below her. bellatrix was always coated in duality, but she liked that about herself.

the war itself wasn't something the teenage girl concerned herself with very much until it came knocking at her door — she may agree that blood purity would always be important to keep the wizarding world safe, and the noble and most ancient house of black secure, but she failed to see why they would need a revolution for it. there were laws, systems in place to keep them safe, and that's what she focused on as her hogwarts career came to an end. she toyed with internships and plans, but nothing sang to her like wizarding law. it was only after graduation came and went, and the start of a career was having to be balanced with an impending marriage she wanted no part in, that she came to realise just what was going to happen to their world.

she was the oldest child of the house of black, with meda just one year behind her and who she knew whether she wanted to admit it or not, wouldn't be the one to make the sacrifice. cissa was too young, too soft, and her little cousins were still babies. the next heir of their house wasn't even in hogwarts yet, and so someone would need to step up. if agreeing to take part in this war would mean that when it was over, everyone she loved would be safe? happy? taken care of regardless of circumstance? she would sell her soul to keep her loved ones safe, and so she did.

one of the last things bellatrix ever did while holding the name black was to accept that her role was in service of the dark lord, and she believes to this day there was no greater act of love than the life she signed away for them, for her family. because everything bellatrix has ever done has been for family.

when andromeda turned away from them, bellatrix wouldn't say she was entirely surprised — sister's intuition does count for something in her eyes — but it didn't make her any less furious, any less betrayed that she would do this to her, to narcissa, to their parents. to lose someone in death is heartbreaking, but to lose someone in life like that? it's a wound that never closes, and bellatrix resents having to live with it. she gave, and sacrificed, and bled for this family and her closest confidant deserted her… that loss is something bella has never been able to swallow, and certainly one that hardened her.

she still sent a present when the child was born, no note, and pretended it didn't hurt to breathe that day.

PRESENT TIME

in the quiet of her own bedroom at night, bellatrix is perfectly aware that she's done horrible things in the name of the dark lord, things that have kept her up at night and haunt her sleep — she's lost family, friends, and while she has no regrets about what she had to do to try and keep the house of black safe, sometimes she wonders how different her life could've been. then, she pushes it all aside and carries on because bellatrix black was a fierce girl but bellatrix lestrange is a woman made of iron, and she refuses to break under the weight of her own mind.

narcissa still needs to be cared for, someone needs to get through the piles of paperwork in the IMOL office, the household of the lestranges needs to be managed and handled by the lady of the house — bella cannot afford regrets, or doubts, or questions of what could've beens, any crack in her will be a show of weakness she can't live with… perhaps literally.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

rodophus lestrange: marriage is hard in the best of times, but bellatrix avoided the match as much as she could until she knew it was time to bite the bullet and do her duty to her family. whether their relationship has developed from just a contract to a friendship, or even a semblance of affection is up to player but anything works.

the one who got away: someone (regardless of gender or blood status) who deeply connected with her while at school, maybe for a short period of time or maybe for years, but ultimately someone she had to part with when school was over and adulthood hit them in the face. maybe they didn't fit into the life she was building for herself, maybe she didn't fit in theirs, but ultimately feelings are hard to shake off.

Bellatrix is currently TAKEN and played by ANa

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rxsilabeth--er · 6 months

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death-eaters on crack...

Barty Crouch Jr: *speaking to camera* So for those who don't know, our Lord's spouse is the smartest person in the world!!!

Tom Riddle: No they aren't Barty!

Barty: THEY ARE! LORD'S SPOUSE!! How many seas are there in Asia?

Y/N: There's no C's in Asia. A-S-I-A! Simple!

Tom: That's not the fucking question!

Barty: LORD! How many continents are there??

Tom: There's 7 continents!

Y/N: There's 21 continents and 5 vowels!! You're fucking stupid, that's what you are!

Tom: THAT'S CONSONANTS! YOU GOBLINSHIT!!

Barty: GO ON LORD'S SPOUSE, PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE!! Final question~ What time is it in China?? Right now.

Y/N: It's 25 past 4!

Tom: HOW CAN IT BE 25 PAST 4 IN CHINA WHEN IT'S FUCKING 25 PAST 4 HERE?!

Y/N: THAT CLOCK WAS MADE IN CHINA!!! And it says 25 past 4, you haven't a fucking clue!!

Tom: YOU'RE A GOBLINSHIT!

Bellatrix: There's always one in the family, don't worry mammy we still love you *pats Tom Riddle's hand*

Tom: YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M SICK OF YOU SHITS!!

@sor--en

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awyeahitssam · 1 month

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Based on the idea that Malfoy could not get the vanishing cabinet to work effectively, and decided to mention, instead, that Hogwarts was taking the Great Hall wards down for a six-fucking-week course on Apparation. This is what wouldn't happen. But it's where my mind went, first. Warning: Graphic Violence

A loud crack signified the first successful Apparition.

Harry’s eyes, closed in preparation for his own attempt, snapped open and his head turned. It wasn't a student standing at the other end of the Great Hall, though. Harry jolted for his wand as other students began to turn to the cloaked figure, but before he could take aim there were four more sharp cracks.

Dark-robed, masked Death Eater’s were apparating directly into the Great Hall, the only place the castle wards were down for Hogwarts students to learn how to do the same.

Bellatrix LeStrange was the first to appear sans mask, having no need for discretion. She took in the scene with a cackle, batting away Harry’s immediate curse effortlessly as she cooed, “Aww, look at the wittle student's trying to learn!”

In his periphery Harry saw Neville lift his own wand, and they cast simultaneously. This time, Bellatrix twisted out of the way. “Do the wittle babies wanna play?”

“Sectumsempra,” Harry hissed with malice, fully aware of the spell's effects, now. Bellatrix’s eyes widened a bit even as she turned out of the way, quick as a dancer. The Death Eater behind her fell to their knees as their body was pulled apart by deep, horrible gashes.

More cracks sounded; Harry began to send out indiscriminate stunners, hoping to catch the intruders before they realised they were being cast at. They all came prepared for battle to have begun, shield charms springing around them immediately.

“Bombarda!” Ron called grimly.

“Expulso!” shouted Neville.

“Protego Maxima,” murmured Hermione. “Accio Susan Bones. Protego. Stupefy—students to the teacher's entrance!”

The frozen bodies of some of their yearmates seemed to jolt, realisation settling. Many students turned tail and ran.

Susan Bones, having narrowly been pulled out of the way of a powerful cutting curse that had gouged into stone walls by Hermione, was casting stunners, petrification hexes, and disarming charms. Harry was not nearly so restrained, once he realised the stunners were ineffective. Sectumsempra broke through shields like a battering drill and Death Eaters were falling, ripped apart by his fury. Curses flew from Harry's wand as fast as he could think of them: conjunctivitis, blasting, jelly-fingers, reductors, even slug-vomiting. He conjured six venomous snakes that shot off without instruction, knowing his will. Yet again and again, Harry came back to the Half-Blood Prince’s spell, the most devastatingly effective of them all. People were dying from its effectiveness, but Harry didn’t care, because they had dared step foot in Hogwarts—

A horrible pressure was building in Harry’s head as half the hall emptied. A wand prodded Harry’s spine, and he stilled, shaking with rage and adrenaline. “Call—call off the snakes, Potter,” a somewhat familiar voice demanded shakily.

“I’d rather they bite your father, Nott,” said Harry coldly. “Drop your wand before I have to make you regret it.”

The wand trembled, for a moment, against his spine. “C-Cruci—”

Harry drove his elbow back, hard, and slammed down one foot on Nott's. The taller boy stumbled back in pain, and it was no great difficulty to stun him. He hit the floor, hard, and Malfoy’s grey eyes were large and frightened as he stared at Harry, still as prey.

At once, Harry realised what he had done “You,” he said, scar pulsing horribly. “You did this. You brought war to a school filled with literal children, you stupid, useless brat. You're scared of what Voldemort will do to you? Just wait, Malfoy. His punishment would be bliss compared to what you deserve for this.”

“Such a temper, Harry Potter,” came Lord Voldemort’s cold voice. He had made no sound as he apparated, not like his followers, but Harry’s viciously prickling scar had made his imminent arrival clear. “You have done well, Draco. You will be… rewarded.”

Malfoy’s eyes darted in fright from Harry to the Dark Lord, and Voldemort was barely in time to hiss “Stop,” to the snake that had snuck up on the boy.

“You don't obey him,” Harry hissed, “you’re mine. Do what you’re made for, dear one.”

Draco turned just in time to see the snake strike out at his neck. It vanished before its fangs could load the boy with venom, and Harry turned his hateful scowl to Voldemort, who’s gaze already rested upon him, intent, heavy and fascinated.

“Deal with it, Hermione,” he snapped.

“Harry—” came Hermione’s warning voice, but Harry couldn’t listen, had to dodge out of the way of Voldemort’s spell. The Dark Lord tilted his head, stare thoughtful, and then turned his yew wand… away.

Harry watched him with a wariness not misplaced: Romilda Vane, nearly out of the Great Hall via the Professor’s entrance, fell to the cruciatus curse with a cry of pain.

“Drop your wands, children,” the Dark Lord said, red eyes still locked on Harry as his soft, cold voice echoed through all corners of the room, carried by wandless magic.

Harry grit his teeth at the seeming opportunity, well aware of Voldemort's objective. And yet, truly, he could not have picked a worse target to try and bring Harry under his control than the girl who had nearly raped him. He cast a wordless sonorous on himself to refute the order: “Don't give an inch. There are First Years in these walls. Do to them what you would to Umbridge. They're twice her threat. Any student who raised a wand to help Voldemort’s sect will be treated as hostile. See how I handle my enemies, Goyle, and ask yourself if that cheap shot is worth your life.”

Even as he spoke, Harry turned from Voldemort, dismissive, and focused on thinning the herd. Thirteen Death Eater’s still stood, including Bellatrix, who was engaged with Neville and Ron. Harry used every spell that came to his mind, even those from the Half-Blood Prince’s book he had not tested before. One man was effectively eviscerated, much to Harry’s disgust. He only used that spell once.

When he saw one of his snakes change course he pulled the magic from them, an effective banishment, cold eyes finding Voldemort again. He had not heard the man speak parseltongue, and indeed he was still holding the crucio, face twisted strangely as he watched Harry.

“My, my,” said Voldemort, immediate once he had regained Harry’s attention, two more of his people fallen, “so vicious, little snake. Does Dumbledore know you have venom?”

“I don't give a fuck what he knows,” Harry said harshly. “This is a school.” This is my home. “Focus on the bloody Ministry, and leave children out of it.”

Voldemort had the gall to laugh, high and cold. “This is not merely a school, Harry Potter,” he said. “There is a reason you children stand your ground and fight. This is where Dumbledore trains his small, young army to go to war and die, as their parents did before them.”

Wrath bubbles in Harry, heavy and explosive, and he must look as unhinged and inhuman as the man watching him as he cages it behind his teeth. He flicks a shield charm around Bones and Abbott before a reductor hits, and a disarming charm hits the perpetrators back. He breaks the dark-wooded wand into two pieces the moment he catches it.

“You truly think Dumbledore has taught us anything? Even my ‘private lessons’ with the man are just memories of your life, as if I care that you got away with murder when you were still sixteen.” Hermione pulls Vane’s still writhing body from the room, and Voldemort’s cruciatus ends, but he does not seem to notice or care, eyes locked on Harry. “The only reason I fight is because I do not believe in the world you are trying to create. Because you say things like ‘magic is night' and still try to subjugate witches and wizards, as if the fresh magic in their veins is poisoned by the muggles they're born to. I defy you, Lord Voldemort, because you decided your best course was killing a baby over a half-heard prophecy, and still try to kill me to this day. I am not going to stand here and let you. I don't believe ‘magic is might’. I've already killed many of your people tonight… but that—that wasn’t over ideology. That is because I will kill as many as it takes to keep your grasping, greedy fucking hands out of my school.”

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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rip-off

sirius black x slytherin!potter!reader

w/c: 2.9k

summary: sirius is so enamored with you, his best friend's sister, that he's too distracted to play properly. when a poor play by sirius renders you severely injured, he and james must handle the aftermath.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tensions were high between you and James the day of the first Gryffindor-Slytherin match of the year. Walking into the Great Hall together, you jumped up to tousle James’ untamable hair, earning a mocking laugh from him as you came up short, just managing to grasp the tangles at the back of his neck. You groaned.

“This is bullshit! My birth was a rip-off! You got every damn tall gene and I came second and you saved me none, you… you-” You were cut off by a pair of strong arms across your waist, lifting you in the air as you shrieked. Sirius grinned mischievously at you as you realized what he was doing. Practically tackling James, you jumped onto his back and clung your arm around his neck as you were finally able to dig your fist into James’ head as he let out a strangled yelp.

“Get off me, you pest! You should’ve never been born in the first place,” James shook you off as the three of you burst into laughter, Sirius shoving his friend forward as the two approached the Gryffindor table and you departed to the Slytherins.

“Your sister is… really something.” Sirius glanced over his shoulder at you, who was slapping your knee with mirth as you caught your breath at something Regulus had said. His stomach panged with jealousy— no, pre-game nerves—as he watched his younger brother swing an arm around your shoulders.

“She means well. Being friends with Regulus, I mean. I know you guys aren’t on the best terms, but I think they’re good for each other. Keeps the two of ‘em from hanging out with that crowd.” He juts his chin towards Severus, Avery, Bellatrix, and Mulciber.

“You’re right, it’s just… don’t you wish she was a Gryffindor sometimes? She’s fun and nice, and she gets along with the lot of us so well, and…” and pretty too, he thought guiltily.

“Don’t tell me you’re going soft on her, Padfoot. You know her, she’s an absolute menace.” James elbowed his friend good-naturedly. “Now eat. She’s also a mean seeker, and I am not about to get beat by my younger sister in the first quidditch match of the year.”

Remus caught Sirius’ eye, eyebrow raised subtly. Curse Moony and his stupid perception.

Sirius was caught up in his thoughts the rest of the morning, even as he was putting on his quidditch gear. Godric, what is wrong with you? Have you truly gone mental? She’s your best mate’s younger sister. Younger, too! Too young for you, and too good for you, and she’s James’ sister! James Potter, your friend who would kill you if he found out about your feelings. Which don’t exist, of course. No, you don’t have any feelings for her. It’s brotherly affection. It’s-

“PADFOOT!” James’ face was right in front of his. “You’ve been off your game all day, mate. We’re starting in 5, you gotta get your shit together. And I know you have a tendency to go easy on my sister—which I normally would appreciate, by the way—but this is war! On the pitch, she’s not my baby sister, she’s the enemy. Act like it!” James clapped as he led the team into the stadium, cheers exploding from each of the houses, minus Slytherin. Opposite the Gryffindors approached the Slytherins, led by their keeper and Captain, Emma Vanity, whom you had gushed about on multiple occasions. You wiggled your eyebrows at your brother, meeting Sirus’ eye with a poorly suppressed smile. Sirius pursed his lips to hide his own.

The older Potter and Vanity shook hands, his face immediately hardening as the young Madame Hooch called, “mount your brooms, please. Now, on your marks…” Hooch’s silver whistle cut through the stadium as the teams shot upwards. Davey Gudgeon’s dramatic throat-clearing as he amplified his voice filled the air.

“AND THEY’RE OFF! LOOKS LIKE MALFOY IS QUICK TO GRAB THE QUAFFLE WITH POTTER ON HIS TAIL; OHH, BLACK IS QUICK WITH THE BLUDGER AND POTTER HAS POSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE!” From your peripheral, you saw Mulciber lean forward on his broom to catch up to your brother, with Malfoy closing in on the other side.

“AND POTTER DODGES A BODY BLOW WITH A SLICK DIVE, LIVING UP TO HIS REPUTATION AND THAT BLOODY PRIZE I HAVE TO SCRUB DURING DETEN-”

“STAY FOCUSED, DUGEON.”

“Right, my bad Professor… THERE GOES THE LITTLE POTTER AFTER HER BROTHER, YOU KNOW THE TWO OF THEM ARE QUITE ATTRACTIVE, I’VE ALWAYS WONDERED IF THEY HAVE VEELA BLOOD-” With a huff, Gudgeon’s commentary was cut short with an impatient elbow from McGongall.

Your smile only grew at the Slytherins cheered your name; you relished the stinging wind against your cheeks. You swore you caught a glimmer of gold underneath James as he escaped Mulciber and Malfoy, but it was nowhere to be seen now. Returning to a circling position above the rest of the players, you made eye contact with the Gryffindor seeker, Patricia Rakepick, a seventh year who couldn’t help her soft spot towards you, despite the complaints of the older Potter. You grinned at each other, until Rakepick broke eye contact and whizzed right past you.

“RAKEPICK, LOOKING LOVELY AS EVER, HAS SPOTTED SOMETHING! POTTER IS JUST BEHIND- OW, LOOKS LIKE A NASTY HIT FROM MR. SIRIUS BLACK HAS INCAPACITATED WILKES. NEVER FEAR, ROSIER IN POSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE… MACDONALD’S BLUDGER MISSES… AND HE SCORES! 10-0!” The Slytherin stand roared, a sea of green and silver erupting from their seats.

While Wilkes pumped his fist and blew exaggerated kisses to the Slytherins, you took an opportunity to find Rakepick. There she was, with the snitch just a few meters away!

“IMPRESSIVE SLOTH GRIP ROLL FROM RAKEPICK TO DODGE MEADOWES’ BLUDGER… LOOKS LIKE THE SNITCH HAS GOTTEN AWAY.” Sirius took a second to glance up at you, as if to assure you hadn’t been caught up in the bludgeoning. Of course, you were fine. You were a perfectly capable quidditch player; why wouldn’t you be fine?

“POTTER STEALS THE QUAFFLE FROM WILKES, WHO’S BACK IN THE GAME… NICE TWIRL FROM POTTER AS HE MISSES LESTRANGE’S BLUDGER… MALFOY COMES IN AND SLYTHERIN IS IN POSSESSION OF THE QUAFFLE AGAIN!”

“Sirius Black, what in Godric’s fucking hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be bludgening Malfoy and his lot! Get your head in the game!” Sirius woke from his trance as fuming James flies past him, chasing after Lucius.

“MCKINNON INCOMING… SHE’S GOT THE QUAFFLE AND SHOOTS… AW, A GOOD SAVE FROM VANITY AND MALFOY’S GOT THE QUAFFLE AGAIN!”

The glint appeared right in front of your eyes. As Malfoy sped towards the Gryffindor goalposts, the snitch followed. Your blood raced with adrenaline as you wove between your older brother and the other chasers, hot on Lucius’ tail. Lucius was fast, but the snitch was faster.

“LOOKS LIKE THE YOUNGER POTTER HAS SPOTTED SOMETHING; COULD IT BE THE SNITCH? LOOK AT THAT- GOING HANDS FREE AS SHE FLIES OVER MALFOY’S HEAD… RAKEPICK COMING IN FROM THE LEFT…”

Amidst the chaos, the snitch had begun a rapid descent. You and Patricia Rakepick dove after it, but your smaller frame pushed completely against the handle of your broomstick gave you just that extra push of speed. Your fingers were mere centimeters from the snitch as Sirius raised his bat, knowing James would murder him if he let Gryffindor lose with 0 points just because of his reluctance to attack James’ little sister—perhaps even worse than what he’d do if he found out Sirius liked… no, Sirius didn’t… he was just…

In his internal fight, he hit the bludger with a resounding crack as it began spinning and gaining momentum as it whizzed towards you. It was too late for you to react before you were violently knocked off your broomstick, one arm reaching desperately for the handle. There was screaming from the stands as you fell through the air clutching your hands to your chest, but you couldn’t hear anything with your heart thundering in your ears. The players froze as James let go of the quaffle to race after his sister, your eyes closed as you cursed Hogwarts for not letting students apparate and cursed yourself for not being able to apparate anyways. Sirius, momentarily frozen, heard Remus and Peter’s voices shouting for him to do something, anything. His stomach twisted as he followed James down, hoping that at least one of them would be able to reach you in time.

He was wrong. You hit the ground with a dull thud and a whimper, followed by a crunch that made both James and Sirius wince. How many meters was that? Sirius didn’t want to know. Madame Pomfrey was quick to rush to your side while Madame Hooch motioned the players to come down for a time out.

“Give me space! Out of the way, boys, I need to see her.” Pomfrey fought her way past the panicking Sirius and James, who turned as they heard Remus and Peter’s footsteps approaching with Lily in tow; Regulus coming from the Slytherin stands. Sirius glanced at his younger brother, who pressed his lips together in a forced smile. Sirius was about to open his mouth and say something when Vanity stormed over, face flushed, Marlene and Dorcas following behind.

“Sirius. Fucking. Black.” She emphasized each word with a shove to his chest, standing a couple of inches above Sirius. “What was that? What were you thinking? You nearly killed her! Wait, did you kill her? Is she dead? Holy shit, you’re fucked up, you know that? What the fuck is wrong with you?” She was crouched next to you only moments later, gently brushing your hair out of your face with calloused fingers. Pomfrey swore under her breath, tapping her wand against your chest rhythmically, her fingers pressed against your neck checking for a pulse.

“Good news everyone! She’s not dead.” Pomfrey announced to the small group which had gathered around. “But the bad news is she’s severely fractured multiple ribs, appears to have major head trauma, which would make sense because she fell off her broom for the sake of this stupid, dangerous, purposeless game,” she said, pinching the bridge of her nose, “a broken arm, and a bruised tailbone.” Pomfrey stood up and gestured to allow the students to check in on you as she and McGonagall spoke in harsh whispers.

“Shit. Shit, shit shit. Fuck.” James was the first to jostle through, collapsing to his knees in front of you. McGonagall didn’t even look his way as he spewed profanities. Sirius couldn’t move. It was his fault. He got distracted. James told him to get his shit together, not kill his little sister! And, like the screw-up he was, he did exactly the latter.

Your eyelids fluttered as you saw James’ terrified face above yours. With a weak groan, you opened your hand, the snitch in your scraped palm. “We win,” you chuckled hoarsely, wincing as pain tore through your chest.

“You’re such an idiot. You’re incorrigible, you know that? Can’t ever stay out of trouble,” tears slipped down James’ face, leaving tear marks as they washed away the grime on his cheeks.

“Is she okay?” Lily whispered in James’ ear, who was too caught up in his worries to even think about how close the love of his life was to his face. James could only sniffle. Dorcas rubbed Marlene’s arm while Peter patted Sirius on the back and Remus rubbed his shoulder, sensing his distress. Sirius could only watch as Regulus took your hand, fingers passing over the small scuff next to your eye with Sirius’ eyes fixed on his brother’s movements with a clenched jaw.

“Listen, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll take you up to the infirmary and stay with you until you feel better,” Regulus smiles reassuringly. “C’mon, up you go.” Pomfrey levitated you onto a stretcher and headed for the castle, Regulus by your side. McGonagall shooed Remus and Peter away, insisting they weren’t needed here and instructed the two captains to deal with their respective teams. But Sirius couldn’t move; it was as if he was tethered to the ground in chains of guilt and jealousy watching your figure disappear.

“You good, mate?” James threw his arm around Sirius’ shoulders as Peter and Remus walked away with concerned glances thrown over their shoulders.

“Prongs, I nearly killed your sister! Why the fuck are you asking me if I’m okay?” Sirius hissed as he pushed James away, storming towards the locker rooms.

“Hey, don’t ignore me!” Sirius ignored him. “I said, don’t ignore me!” James slammed his hand against a locker as he blocked Sirius’ path, hoping to force a word out of his friend, but Sirius only looked at the ground.

“It’s not your fault, Pads. She’s the toughest quidditch player I know. More so than you and I, even,” he forced out a laugh. When Sirius continued to refuse to make eye contact, James grabbed him the shoulders and shook him roughly.

“Hey, I hate to resort to this, but this isn’t bloody about you and your guilt. First of all, it’s not your fault. You did exactly what you were supposed to, and an accident happened, and she’s gonna get Pomfrey treatment, which means she’ll be on bed rest until she’s completely good. That woman’s ego could not handle having a patient leave without full recovery, you know that. She’s in good hands.” Sirius’ red-rimmed eyes flickered between James, looking for any trace of blame. There was none.

“Second, moping around and drowning in your emo feelings will do nobody any good, except maybe Slughorn, who’ll get a real kick out of your silence in Potions. Go shower or something, you smell like Snivellus; meet me in the infirmary when you’re done, okay?”

Sirius watched James disappear into the distance, just as he watched the water disappear into the drain, and just as he felt any chance of being your friend disappear into thin air. All he ever wanted to do was keep you safe, and make you smile that radiant smile of yours, and if he was lucky, bring out that infectious laugh that turned him stupid every time he heard it. Now, he was lugging equipment up to the infirmary with damp hair and puffy eyes, not ready whatsoever to face you.

“Padfoot, you’re here! She’s still asleep.” James motioned for the sullen boy to join him and Regulus at your bed. Regulus was once again, by your face, threading his fingers through a strand of your windblown hair. There it was, that feeling in his gut. It was probably hunger; he hadn’t eaten a proper breakfast and then he’d played quidditch.

Sirius sat across from Regulus, who looked up from beneath hooded eyes with a silent glare which Sirius read to mean, “don’t you dare come near her. You don’t deserve her. She’s mine.”

“Alright Mr. Potter, you smell awful, and Mr. Black, you’ve been here for too long. The both of you—out!” Pomfrey ushered the two boys out, much to their protests, and turned to Sirius with something that looked like pity in her eyes. “As for you… you get eight minutes.”

Sirius watched as you slept, brows furrowed. He reached to brush away the dirt on your forehead, but his hand froze just as his fingers came close enough to feel the warmth of your skin. He stiffened, wondering if he even had the right to be sitting next to you when he was the reason you were here in the first place.

“Please… please, you have to be okay. You have to. I don’t know what I’d do…” Sirius murmured, finally finding the courage to swipe his fingers across your skin. “You know, James says he doesn’t blame me for this. Is it selfish to wish I wasn’t here right now? You- even when you sleep, you’re so-” he couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud; it felt dirty, like a betrayal to his brother. You’re so beautiful. You’re so reassuring. You’re so strong.

“I haven’t even gotten the chance to tell you how I feel. I don’t know how I feel, actually.” Sirius laughed mirthlessly. “But I feel like I should. I should know how I feel, I mean. I should know how I feel about you because you- you’re always so confident and I can’t be that for you; I can’t even get my shit together.” He sighed, pulling his hand away from where he had been rubbing gentle circles against your temple, wondering if you’d hate him. The worst part was, that he knew you wouldn’t.

Sirius sat by your bed for a while, head between his hands as he replayed the fall— the way your eyes closed as if you had resigned yourself to the inevitable impact, the way he foolishly thought he could save you, and the way he didn’t. He jumped at Madame Pomfrey’s chill hand, freshly sanitized. You don’t belong here, all sterile and bland. You’re nothing like that. You’re the light. You’re my brilliant, Gryffindor red and I’m not even brave enough to tell you how I feel. Or to fucking admit how I feel to myself.

Sirius could hear Pomfrey’s foot tapping in concern as he left the infirmary, picking up his quidditch equipment from the floor and wishing he had never stepped foot in the stadium at all.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

#sirius black imagine #sirius x reader #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader angst #sirius black angst #sirius black x potter!reader #best friend's sister #maurauders era #maurauders angst

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basiatlu · 5 months

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On Theft in Art

First: thank you to the anon here and the other many people who brought this to my attention! I know you did it out of support of me and I love you for it.

I was ready to keep it private as I didn’t want anything negative to come up and be associated with my art. But as I was asked across different platforms concerning the art in question I realized it really bummed me out. I’m here to have a good time in the fandom and create with you all. We have a good thing here in the community and I didn’t want any smoke with another artist - a mutual even.

So to help me feel a little better about it I want to turn this into an opportunity to teach others on the differences between Reference, Inspiration, Reinterpretation, and Theft

Reference: (usually) a visual source of information in order to better understand something. Example here is of my reference board and the art I am currently working on.

My favorite example of a professional using reference photos is by Hirohiko Araki (creator and artist of JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure), who uses fashion editorials and photoshoots ALL the time it’s awesome - tysm @yumiaiyuma for showing me this goldmine

Study and Inspiration: here is a great example from the wonderful Stephanie Pepper. Notice the caption stating these are studies, the movie it is from, and I will even go on to say that this artist is influenced or inspired by the prolific works of J. C. Leyendecker (but what’s key is that Stephanie Pepper has developed and practiced to the point of deviating from his work and become a style of art completely her own - and she’s so recognizable in my opinion!)

Personal Example for Inspiration:

An Example of Reinterpretation: note - Both these classical artists whose works are being recycled are dead and no longer missing out on potential work and income. Where stealing ideas and art from current artists hurts them financially and mentally and emotionally. Howl as The Fallen Angel by _mimimaru on Instagram is an interpretation of a 1847 painting by Alexandre Cabanel and is now considered public domain // the Mickey Mouse self portrait was by Charles Boyer and is a parody of the famous illustration by Norman Rockwell and was commissioned by Walt Disney, himself.

Now here’s the part that is concerning to several people, myself included.

Recently, an artist found the reference I used, and decided to draw Andromeda, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and Regulus staring at Sirius getting supposedly punished by Walburga Black off screen.

Let’s be clear: this isn’t a matter of tracing or claiming my image as their own. I do not mind at all if myself and another artist end up using the same reference. It happens all the time. Referencing and studying is not stealing. Reinterpretation is great for meme art challenges and paying respect to old classics. Even being inspired and doing one’s own version of another artist’s idea is totally cool, especially if you tag and/or shoutout the artist that inspired you.

I genuinely love and appreciate everyone who has brought this to my attention and who has been supportive and defensive of me with this. That reaction means more to me than anything else in this whole ordeal, if I’m being honest. So thank you all so much, with all my heart.

In closing: Do I hope this is all one gigantic coincidence? Absolutely. It’s one of those very uncool things that hurts my heart as an artist. I just want everyone to enjoy art and inspire each other so we can all grow. I do not want any malice to come from this either. I just wanted to inform everyone that I am aware of this, and give some of my thoughts on it. I also wanted to use this as a way to educate everyone on artistic process and why these things might happen sometimes.

Edit: me and the artist have chatted and we see it as a silly coincidence ♡ and honestly I'm happy and so relieved with that. But I think a lot of this info is still good to be mindful of in a creative community where we circulate ideas and content regularly.

#shushbosh #ugly business sorry #I’m happy to talk with anyone on this of course #art thoughts

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yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt · 2 months

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I thought it would be fun to play with a genderbent version of The Goldenhearts (both versions)

Yes I did basically just swap Ambrosius's hairstyles and call it a day but HEAR ME OUT C!Amb has a gender non-conforming hairstyle so his female version should as well. Much like her male counterpart she feels pressured to perform masculinity to be taken seriously as a knight, and also like her male counterpart she is a little princess at heart. I wanted to give M!Ambrosia Gloreth Hair because as a descendant of Gloreth I feel like that would be the image she'd be pressured to have.

The Bellatrixes I gave both a half-up bun, with Blackheart having an undercut beneath it and Boldheart not. I think gender and gender presentation was less relevant to their stories so p much nothing else about them changed, I just wanted to draw my Pretty Girl Blorbos

Might trace it digitally and add color sometime soon ^^

#nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #nimona graphic novel #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #nimona 2023 #nimona movie #nimona comic #gender swap

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lizzisimss · 5 months

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Jake & Rosemary CC List:

This family is part of the Lizzisimss CC Save File.

Jake

Body: kiwitrait_draguntattoos_MERGED, kiwitrait_minimoles, cowplantpizza_plantmomtattoo, okruee-misc-face-details-SKINDETAIL, [PEACHYFAERIE] HURRICANE NOSE PRESET #3, nesurii_lightitup-highlight, Simbience_HauteSkinblend, miiko-lip-presets-01, PS - Eyes_N157

Accessories: Magnolia C - Grayson Necklace

Everyday: JohnnySims_Michael_Hair_M, CLUMSYALIEN [CASPER SHIRT], [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Chino Pants, [Jius]LowTopSneaker02-Male

Formal: JohnnySims_Hunter_Hair_M, serenity_am_FredSweaterVest, AdrienPastel x 2022HenryTrousersHW, [Jius]LeatherDerbyShoes01-Male

Sports: JohnnySims_Darren_Hair_M, AdrienPastel x MickeyT-Shirt, AdrienPastel x Jan2022_PeteSweatpants, Caiocc_Set_Warm(beanie), [Mochizen CC] - Everyday Sneakers Male Vers

Sleep: daylifesims_ymHair_morpheus_nohq, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Basic Knit Sweater, adrienpastel_SP34_pantslace, Solistair_ToastyToes_05_Tennis_MF_Hibiscus

Party: okruee-sebastian-hair, adrienpastel_top_elliot, [AxA]-DariusJeans_NoBelt, [RONA] Dr.Martens Wincox

Swimwear: JohnnySims_Michael_Hair_M, adrienpastel_EP13_Shorts, [Jius]LeatherFlipFlop01-Male

Warm Weather: JohnnySims_Riley_Hair_M, adrienpastel_EP13_PoloShortSleeves, CLUMSYALIEN [ORION TROUSERS], [amelylina] - Tenya shoes, Pralinesims - UltimateGlassesCollection

Cold Weather: JohnnySims_Michael_Hair_M, Madlen Himesh Jacket (Adult Male), adrienpastel_jeans_melvin, adrienpastel_SP34_beanie_male, [QICC]Soft_Scarf_Season_Collection_M_Bodhi_Boots

Rosemary

Body: nesurii_bodypreset02_pear, EVOXYR_presetNose_01wavyBaby, okruee-misc-face-details-SKINDETAIL, [PEACHYFAERIE] FREYJA EYEBROWS SET, [PEACHYFAERIE] SUNKISSED FRECKLE COLLECTION (OVERLAY), ratboyMouthPresetTen, Pralinesims_Nails_Female_N27_SugarMilk, heihu-niunai_cleavageoverlay_mouthcrease, nesurii_lightitup-highlight, Simbience_HauteSkinblend, PS - Eyes_N157

Make-up: JH Cosmetics - Eyeshadow 114, [ d r e a m g i r l ] 3 D_l a s h e s_V6, Pralinesims_Lip_N236_LucidDream, breezytrait petals makeup pack (merged), Twistedcat_Lashes_NO1, Twistedcat_Prism_Eyeshadow, TwistedCat_DarkHour_Eyeshadow, Pralinesims - UltimateEyelinerCollection, Pralinesims - UltimateLipstickCollection

Accessories: serenity_af_LizzieNecklace, serenity_EternityNecklace, serenity_EvaNecklaceRedux, TwistedCat_Helios_Earrings_V2, Pralinesims - UltimateNecklaceCollection_Female

Everyday: daylifesims_yfHair_nina_nohq, [greenllamas] SKYLIGHT_Taylor_Tank_V2, adrienpastel_skirt_electra, SLYD_Chloe_Bag_Drew_LeftHand

Formal: simstrouble_FemaleHair_MatildaV2, serenity_CherDress_LongVersion, [Jius]LeatherPumps06

Sports: [AH00B]-MonaHair, [oydis] Pretty Chaos - Constance Top, [Blue Craving] Easy Yoga Bottom, [Blue Craving] Sporty Lydia shoes, Solistair_ToastyToes_04_HighAnkle_MF_Hibiscus

Sleep: [AH00B]-QuinnHair_V1, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Short Piping Pajama Shirt, [Gorilla Gorilla Gorilla] Short Piping Pajama Shorts, [Jius]HouseSlippers02

Party: simstrouble_FemaleHair_NaiaV2, Kumikya – Stella Dress Stars, [Jius]BowknotHeelPumps02

Swimwear: [GegeSims] - Mariana Hair V2, Sentate-2022-AmberSwimsuit, [Jius]FlatSandals01

Warm Weather: [AH00B]-NessieHair, adrienpastel_top_electra, CLUMSYALIEN - Bellatrix Skirt, [Jius]MaryJanePumps02

Cold Weather: greenllamas - BRATZ Cloe Hair, Trillyke_Azalea_Cardigan_Sweater, AdrienPastel x2022MidnightSkirtPatterns, [arethabee] teddy hat, [QICC]Soft_Scarf_Season_Collection_F_Bianca_Mid-Calf_Boots, CLUMSYALIEN [RAE SCARF]

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Alecto Macnair, 27, Slytherin alum, Florence Pugh fc, TAKEN.

Birthday: June 3 Gender & Pronouns: Cis-female, she/her Occupation: Owner of Banshee’s Breath Pub in knockturn alley Sided with: the DE’s, marked

personality

Positive Traits: Adventurous, energetic, loyal, observant, colorful Negative Traits: Boisterous, erratic, fiery, impulsive, pugnacious

past

Alecto wasn’t a planned or wanted child. They were a surprise addition to the heir that the Carrow’s needed. This would have frustrated Alecto more if Amycus hadn’t technically been the older child, and would have always been the heir. In actual fact, the whole situation enabled Alecto to live a rather chaotic, and enjoyable life. Of course, Alecto’s mother tried to tame them, seeing Alecto as a way of marrying into a respectable family and knowing the qualities that would prove successful. But Alecto was untamable. Their mother had practically given up by the time the twins got to Hogwarts. They had quite an unruly and chaotic reputation, and that was not going to change.

Alecto didn’t immediately look for a job after graduating, managing to manipulate their father into buying an empty storefront in Kncokturn Alley. Alecto may not have been great with magic but they were able to manipulate people into dedicating their time to them. The storefront has been paid off, just waiting for Alecto to decide what to do with it.

present

The last thing on Alecto’s mind had been finding a spouse. But Walden Macnair was someone that they had just clicked with. As a pair, they have made a lethal combination within the Dark Lord’s' forces. Whilst Alecto had initially taken the mark just for the chaos it would enable them to have, they quickly found themselves falling in place alongside Walden and Bellatrix in pairings to do the Dark Lord biddings. For a person that had been born unwanted, it feels good to be up there on the top.

connections

Walden Macnair - The marriage was a setup that no one in the pureblood community would have expected to balance out. Walden has proven to be a doting spouse and hides an intensity that can match Alecto’s. They make a great pair and have proven to be one of the stronger forces in the Dark Lord’s cause.

Bellatrix Lestrange - Bellatrix has taken Alecto under their wing, determined to mold the younger death eater into their prodigy. The pair is pretty lethal, balancing out each other’s strengths and weaknesses.

Artemisia Selwyn - Despite not being in the same year or house at Hogwarts, Alecto and Artemisia have been best friends since they were little. They were as inseparable as the Carrow twins were. Of course, that has all changed now. Alecto has pulled away a little, not because they truly want to but because it’s expected that they will. The Dark Lord used Artemisia as a warning and Alecto cannot pity them for that reason.

Bios and posts that reference Alecto Macnair can be found by clicking this sentence.

suggested fc’s

Anya Taylor Joy, Eleanor Tomlinson, Florence Pugh

#Alecto Carrow #Alecto Macnair #con. walden #con. bellatrix #con. artemisia #de #c #taken #de: t

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rodolphusrlestrange · 2 years

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@dcrklady

depois de passar uma hora ouvindo sua mãe reclamando na sua cabeça, de que ela não estava cumprindo com suas obrigações como uma lestrange, bella decidiu simplesmente ir para sua casa assim que o assunto começou a ser sobre um possível filho dos dois. apesar da fachada que os dois apresentavam aos demais, quando em quatro paredes, a convivência era praticamente insuportável. no entanto, lidar com o marido era melhor que lidar com as expectativas da família e por isso chegou mais cedo em casa, a tempo para o jantar. avistou rodolphus assim que entrou na sala, suspirando irritada. “ora, marido, falando assim até começo a pensar que está começando a ficar apaixonado.” provocou de volta, enquanto sinalizava para o elfo lhe trazer o vinho. uma bebida certamente a ajudaria. naquela noite, estava disposta a apenas comer e ignorar qualquer coisa, mas o marido parecia ter outros planos. bella alteou as sobrancelhas enquanto esperava sua taça ser cheia e o prato servido. “meu nome sempre esteve na boca das pessoas, rodolphus. desde a época da escola.” comentou como se fosse algo óbvio. afinal de contas, bellatrix sempre foi conhecida por se expressar muito bem em relação às próprias ideias e vontades. “é? se queria uma esposa como narcissa, deveria ter se casado com ela. tenho certeza de que cissy se mostraria mais do que disposta a dormir com você e suportar sua péssima performance.” riu baixinho, finalmente virando o rosto para o homem, a sobrancelha erguida. “por que não pega alguns conselhos com lucius?”

O bruxo não se surpreendeu com as provocações da esposa, estranho seria se ela não tivesse falado nada. Depois de alguns anos de casamento ele já tinha se acostumado com a dinâmica existente entre os dois. Os momentos de paz e tranquilidade eram praticamente inexistente, visto que na maior parte do tempo não faziam questão de esconder que não eram felizes com aquela união. “Realmente, é impossível não se apaixonar com o seu jeito psicopata”, falou em tom irônico e em seguida deu um grande gole no seu vinho, aquela seria uma longa noite pelo visto. “De fato você sempre deu muito o que falar”, Rodolphus tinha frequentado a escolha junto da esposa, e ele lembrava muito bem dos tempos de Hogwarts. Era impossível que alguém tivesse frequentado o castelo durante aquela época e que nunca tivesse escutado o nome de Bellatrix Black. “Mas devo te lembrar da importância de tentar manter certa discrição”, durante a época da adolescência o Lestrange tinha agido de forma imprudente, algo bastante comum para sua idade, mas na medida em que foi envelhecendo foi entendendo a importância de agir de forma mais moderada e com cuidado para não levantar suspeitas. Tanto ele quanto a esposa precisavam agir com cuidado, não podiam levantar muitas suspeitas, e precisavam seguir um plano meticuloso para garantir que os Comensais ganhassem aquela guerra. “Não é como se eu tivesse alguma escolha a respeito”, Rodolphus não se meteu em nenhum dos assuntos envolvendo seu noivado e casamento com Bellatrix, como aquele era um interesse de seus pais e pensando apenas nos benefícios que a família Lestrange teria com aquela união com a família Black. O bruxo até poderia ter tentado convencer os pais a escolher uma outra noiva, talvez mostrar que Narcissa fosse uma escolha mais adequada, mas os patriarcas da família Lestrange estavam decididos quanto a união com Bellatrix. “Certamente que minha vida seria mais fácil se tivesse me casado com a Narcissa, afinal de contas ela é submissa ao marido e já cumpriu com o papel de fornecer um herdeiro aos Malfoy”, pontuou. Uma pequena parte do bruxo achava um pouco atraente o jeito que a esposa se posicionava em relação as coisas, se recusando a ficar numa situação passiva, mas na maioria das vezes o jeito de Bella deixava o Lestrange estressado. Conviver com a mulher era um teste de paciência constante. “O único conselho que poderia pegar com o Lucius é sobre como manter um loiro perfeito, and we both know that blond isn't my color. I prefer black”, claramente aquela última parte tinha sido uma referência ao nome de solteira da esposa. Apesar de todos os problemas entre eles, o bruxo nunca tinha negado que sentia certa atração pela mulher.

#𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙: and it rips through the silence of our camp at night #c: bellatrix l #c: bellatrix l 01

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thatslytherinbitch54 · 1 month

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My fellow Slytherins!!! 💚💚💚

This, for me at least, is a hard question, I love them all really but, ima go with Draco (Theo is a close favorite tho) 💚💚💚

(I’m so mad that I couldn’t fit Scorpius, Albus and, Slughorn >:c)

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adeadlyobsession · 1 year

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Headcanons!

Okay so, I said in a previous post that I didn't really have any headcanons for Tom Riddle, but since I started writing more about him, here are a few that feels pretty consistent in my head (some are pretty much on par with what we glimpse in canon, some are characterization I liked in fanfics and/or metas, and some just my own personal ideas):

SFW

Possessive, of course. Once he decides something or someone is his, it's *his*. Friends, family, lovers, you name it, if he cares, he doesn't share.

That being said, I don't think he would necessarily be jealous, he is way too confident about his own charm and abilities to think that their loved one would try their luck elsewhere. But he would fight someone trying too much to get into your pants, and his anger in the event of learning you cheated on him would be devastating.

Ever since reading this meta, (and subsequently this one) I've been obsessed with the idea of Tom Riddle not wanting to rule the wizarding world, but wanting to destroy it. It's the main idea I keep in mind whenever I write him growing to become Voldemort, and it's the one that makes the most sense too to me. He's a man who grew up with everything taken away from him by both sides of the world, but the Wizarding World particularly never stood up to become more than anything the muggle world ever was. (The second meta is also what inspired me to write him this way in The Hanged Man's Tale)

I think his main goals remain immortality and magical power, and that keeping the most prominent dark families under his thumb allows him easier access to magical power, the same reason why he ended up working at Borgins and Burkes out of all the places he could afford to work at (still following the idea that the Wizarding World's nepotism refused him access to higher positions in society). So anyone he would be interested in has to have knowledge or power (or both) that he doesn't have himself in order to be enticing in his eyes. (That or absolutely no ties whatsoever with the world he knows, making for a refreshing take).

Bisexual king? Bisexual king!

Very much high maintenance too. The closer he gets to you, the more he wants to spend time with you, and don't you dare go a day without talking to him (see possessive behaviour).

He's a nervous smoker, a habit he picked up during summers at the orphanage. Most of the other boys were doing the same, and it wasn't really difficult to steal some from unsuspecting workers despite shortages. He always keeps one or two on hand even at Hogwarts, smoking a puff or two and keeping the rest for later when he is particularly stressed.

I like to think of him as still human despite losing chunks of his soul, and I think the last thing he still craves after everything is the touch of another (insert any headcanon you want which includes Bellatrix and a certain baby post-resurection, I personally love the concept, hate how the play brought it to fruition). The more he cut off his soul, the less he cared about people, but I think before that he had no choice but to hide behind a mask (of his own creation of course) and only pretend he didn't feel anything for anyone.

Similarly, I still think Voldemort is part of his humanity, and I find it difficult to write Tom Riddle without thinking about that counterpart. I do think he doesn't become the worse of what Voldemort became until later, but it's important to me to write a Tom Riddle who still becomes him, unless it's in an AU that begins while he is still at Hogwarts. (That said it's very possible that I try my hand at that kind of AU post Hogwarts one day anyway, but as it is now, this is how I like to write him).

That boy loves sweets. It's not something he would openly share with others, but it's quite easy to notice for those who are observant enough. He won't be bought with them though, but he might listen with a better mood if someone brings them to him.

This post

This song:

NSFW

really into choking. Not necessarily the full "can't breathe anymore" thing, but he *will* wrap his hand around your neck and squeeze just enough to get a good hold because he loves the feeling of making you his this way.

He likes to be in control, that is a given, however I do think that with the right person, someone he can fully trust, he would really like them to take the lead, take some pressure off his own shoulders. The younger you both are when you meet and build a rapport, the easier it would be for him to give the trust necessary to reach that point, but later on it would be a real slow burn to get there. (says I after I wrote a full OS where he lets go some with a perfect stranger)

He's a top to service top basically.

Can be both major freak and smoothest vanilla depending on how many people he managed to put into submission during the day. Or sometimes just depending on his mood. Very versatile like that.

Oral fixation. He will latch his mouth on any piece of skin he can reach and lick, suck, bite, as if he could devour you whole. Makes him a very eager kisser. Also very eager to go down on you at a moment's notice.

Virgin or experienced? Depends again on when you two meet. I think he would have kissed one or two people towards the end of his scholarity, but have his first sexual experiences after leaving Hogwarts, unless being with you since being fifteen or something.

That's it for now! Now, am I going to be following this list to the T whenever it comes to our favourite psychopath? Probably not, but this is as close as I can get to personal headcanons for him! I may or may not update this later on, any edits will be written in bold!

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #tom riddle x y/n #tom riddle x oc #headcanons #harry potter #Spotify #my writing

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rxsilabeth--er · 1 month

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ok this feels mean to do but, remus and a slytherin male reader. post-prank. essentially, post-prank remus is angry with sirius, but suddenly he find himself close with his 'sleazy' seatmate in charms. turns out, he's not that mean and less of a jerk from how he holds himself and how most people percieved Slytherin men. he's also very good at his studies, he helps remus out when remus seems to need it, he has this nice voice, and an even nicer face—wait what?

(i'd love to walk in the great hall with my arm around remus lupin's shoulder, maroon and burgundy marks on my neck and a sleazy grin on my face as i leaned down to his ear, just to whisper to him that his ex's staring. let 👏🏻 me 👏🏻 make 👏🏻 that 👏🏻 man 👏🏻 blush 👏🏻)

:: hickeys and a Slytherin that's tricky...

Now calling....Author: "This was a lovely request!! Though I LOVE wolfstar, this did hurt my wolfstar heart, but I love it nonetheless!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "...After the prank, Remus prefers sitting alone in case one of the marauders come and he bursts open at the seams, but luckily during potions, a certain Slytherin helps his wrong potion and even fixes his seams perfectly..."

Now calling....warnings: "smoking, drinking, fashion show, personal headcanons, tying Remus to his bed for his health (dw), reader is mentioned to piercings, hickeys, mentions of sexual activity, The prank, angst on Sirius's part, possibly wrong potion making, I couldn't fortunately get my hogwarts letter...I deserve to be there more than Draco Malfoy, that's for sure...male!reader. Ooc? Bellatrix and Narcissa? Bellatrix doesn't like Remus in the beginning, but settles to tolerate him cause his ma was a squib and his dad a wizard so he's a pureblood, right? Bella had sexual history with reader. Beware, this is quite long."

the clinking of his spoon on the walls of the bubbling cauldron did not help Remus's situation, he could still hear James, Sirius and Peter's murmurs along with Severus's glare at him. What potion were they making again? Does not matter especially if you just got your heart torn apart by those you trusted the most in your life...

He softly looked around, Severus's glare still trained on him as he lowered his eyes with guilt, continuing to cut whatever he had as the instruction in his books said, his eyes already blurring the view with tears,

"You're not supposed to put three lacewings...the book says wrong." a gruff voice softly perked up as Remus flinched and looked around to find a particular Slytherin whom he had seen around, mostly smoking, snoozing or being lazy and chaotic.

With messy hair, messy shirt, Slytherin tie, a few piercings around your ears and tattoos poking out from under your sleeves, you stood there pointing at his book.

Seeing him basically zoned out string at you, you snapped your fingers in his face to pull him out of trance, as he shook his head and looked at you, his eyebrow raising,

"And what makes you think you're right?" Remus asked as he glared his eyes up and down you, as you simply shrugged and said,

"I mean, if you add three lacewings which makes the potion acidic to daisy roots who's job is to acidify the potion already, it will become..I don't know? Too acidic for anything to survive in it? We need it just enough acidic so that when we add the base, it will be enough to neutralize...I thought you were smart, Lupin."

and your words left him appalled, but he couldn't speak as he did understand your logic behind it as he scoffed and asked, "And how many am I supposed to add, genius?! Professor didn't say anything." as you looked at your own book at the corrections you made, "...One and a half".

As you said, as if on cue, Snape's cauldron bubbled too much and spilled everywhere leaving blisters on contact with bare human skin of those around as people winced and softly whispered, a Remus looked in surprise, you didn't seem shocked as Snape did think he knew better and added three and a HALF lacewings, idiot.

You simply continued to mix your potion, Remus decided to take your advice and only add one and a half instead of three like everyone did...You finished yours and tested it in front of everyone as Slughorn awarded your with fifty points for Slytherin, he must ave been impressed because this particular potion was a hard one, Remus's also turned out to be good but he was awarded only fifteen points, possibly because he showed it at the last minute.

As you got your things and walked out, the classes were over so you had free time as you walked down the courtyard down the grassy fields near the tree where the Slytherin skittles often sat. Throwing your bag up, you quickly climbed up there, pulling out a cigarette and a lighter before lighting it and smoking out smoke from your nostrils as you hummed to yourself, opening a book to read.

Remus didn't know how, but he somehow walked up and climbed up to meet you, you simply looked his way, nodding as a greeting as you went back to reading while Remus was panting from the tiny climb,

"Uhm....hey, thanks for the tip today in class..." Remus began as you nodded, taking another drag and softly blowing it out, as Remus stood there, clinging to the tree in disbelief,

"..Okay...Uhm..." he nodded to himself as he took a step down, "...What happened to you and marauders?" you asked softly, crawling to lay on your stomach on the slightly somewhat large space the tree had to offer, looking down at him with your face in your propped up hand, noticing the way he froze,

"...None of your fucking business." Remus said in annoyance, as you nodded, "Okay." you said taking another drag and blowing the smoke in his face, making him more annoyed, as he swatted your hand, "Fucking stop." Remus snarled, as you grinned..

Out of nowhere, with unknown confidence, Remus took your wrist and made you place your cigarette between his lips as he blew the smoke in your face before climbing down and walking away as you stared back at him in surprised with flushing reaching up your cheeks to warm them, a soft smile spreading your cheeks as you looked at him walking away.

You quickly gathered the book, the bag and jumped down, following him from a few feets away, walking behind him yet no doing anything, of-course he noticed, you weren't hidden or invisible and yet he didn't do anything. Up until the portrait of the fat lady you followed him and would have followed him inside if he didn't just stop in front of the portrait till you stood beside him,

"What is it? Why are you following me, you fuck?" Remus asked as you simply blew out more smoke, "You looked like shit, so I followed. I need to make you a forest brown again." you said simply as his eyes soften ever-so slightly...sighing, he gave the password and pulled you in, sitting you down and removing your tie,

"Oooh, already so eager to fuck, Lupin?" you asked smirking, making him scoff, "As if me, or anybody in fact, would sleep with a sleaze like you. Only doing it so people don't know I'm hanging with a serpent.", "Okay.. :)"

And the next month flew without a care of world for Lupin and you, as you simply pulled out a cig after classes ended and were pulled by Zahara and if she pulled you, you pulled him, cause if Zahara was around, you needed the 'Casanova' around so people don't think that Zabini be sleeping with you...

Or maybe you'd help Pandora to collect rocks or snails or slugs around the Black lake, while she rambled on and on to you while Remus stood there smoking.

Or maybe you'd be sharing a cigarette with Barty and Evan cause you three were being stingy and lazy to buy some from Hogsmeade as you three glared at Remus in envy while he wasted cigarettes from his brand new packet while he only took two drags before putting it out and pulling out another one all while smirking in your direction cause he knew you three were too prideful to ask him for one.

Or maybe you'd be reading while cuddling with Regulus and helping him annotate while Remus sat beside you hearing both of your interpretation, he didn't think you'd be into literature almost as much as Regulus while you both acted out Shakespeare sometimes.

Or maybe styling clothes with Andromeda, Narcissa and Dorcas and putting on a show for the house in the common room while people hooted or laughed at the dramatic display all while Remus sat there in confusion at how weird the whole house of Slytherin is if you don't notice the idiotic pure-blood supremacists (Lucius, Lestranges, Bellatrix, Snape, Mulciber, etc.).

The month went by quickly, you stood outside the door of the Shrieking Shack, smoking as he transformed for the month...The month had sadly two full moons and it did not go well...

if not for you standing outside until the morning and tying him to his bed, while putting on healing spells and refusing to let him go to class and leaving him there in the Shrieking Shack until the classes ended and you came back with the gang and sat beside him on the floor, playing truth or dare, having a fashion show, smoking, singing songs and playing stupid instruments and more...

For Remus, well it was small, not for the Marauders especially Sirius...No, on the contrary it was hell for them, Sirius could not help but feel guilt as he refused to let himself or James or Peter believe that he purposefully sent someone to be murder and maimed...

He could not let James or Peter turn their back on him, cause he knew that in the two's eyes he was still a good person..and a good person doesn't send someone else to be mauled....

Sirius had begun to cry himself to sleep, putting silencing charms around his bed post and sticking his curtains around him with a few spells as he heard Remus walk in every night, giggling at something another voice spoke, before he heard the sounds of him falling into his bed and the sounds of Remus...possibly kissing the person..No he could not have that in his mind..

Remus had changed a lot, everyone in Gryffindor could tell. He still wore his grandpa sweaters, but he had eyeliner around his eyes, his eyes seemed more hooded and bored, with no concealer covering his scars anymore.

And despite his sweaters, he was more often seen with Blazer, sometimes blood dripping down his nose or knuckles and mostly walking around Barty, Evan, Regulus and you, all five laughing while Pandora clung to your arm and Dorcas fussed over Remus's hair and scars and body, asking him if anything hurt...

Mary, Lily, Marlene, Alice often saw themselves being replaced by Dorcas, Pandora, Zahara and sometimes Andromeda and Narcissa and well rarely, Bellatrix who asked him to tutor her after swallowing a lot of her pride...Sirius, James, Frank, Peter saw themselves being replaced by you, Barty, Evan and Regulus...

Remus wasn't ever seen in the Gryffindor tower now, always roaming around the Slytherin common room, sometimes seen beside the Black lake with Pandora and Dorcas talking with merfolk with sign language, or waltzing with Narcissa in the courtyard who always smiled and laughed as he mixed up his steps...

And seen in the library with Zahara and Bellatrix who wore a scowl which sometimes melted away after a while as the two listen intently to whatever he taught them...

Or walking around Hogsmeade with you, Barty and Evan, Barty and Evan whining and clinging to each other before going away somewhere to make out as you simply bought him his favourite chocolates at Honey dukes and sometimes putting the tiniest bit of melted chocolate on the tip of his nose before kissing it away...

Or talking with Regulus and you about the newest books they read, or three-wheeling Andromeda and Ted, teasing the two with a smirk as you leaned against him, smoking with a smirk, sometimes enjoying him with the teasing. Sirius or other marauders couldn't bear himself seeing it and often teared up at the slightest mention of Remus and his new-found friends..

Despite being everything Sirius hated the most; a pureblood, coming from a noble family, serious, smart, cunning, ambitious Slytherin, you were everything that deserved you got and showed not everything is not as simple as it seems.

you did not worry what people thought when you helped people. Helping Andromeda through hexing a few of Ted's bullies from Slytherin who tried to hurt him for being with Andromeda,

comforting Alice after a fight she had with Narcissa,

sharing some weed with Peter,

helping Lily chase away Snape who was being too persistent,

helping Marlene get the snitch just to spite Dorcas yet make Dorcas laugh the other second cause you didn't want her to feel bad about loosing the match,

taking the blame for whatever Barty, Andromeda, Bellatrix, Regulus, Narcissa did cause you didn't want a letter be sent to their house and make them get punished by their parents,

learning to braid Zahara's hair the way she likes it to help her,

taking Pandora anywhere she wanted,

helping Evan with his homework in library...

You couldn't be thrown into one category cause you weren't like that, you were the hardest thing to navigate, you were always being sleezy, smoking, yet you helped, cared, comforted people who needed it...

The next morning as he stood up and walked down to the Great Hall, Remus left WAY earlier possibly to be with his new found friends... He walked in, and sat down as he simply ate whatever was present before Marlene smacked his hand pointed back at the entrance to see Remus.

In his usual black blazer, hooded, bored eyes, a few piercings, a cig in his hand with his shirt's top two buttons open and showing his collar and neck covered in bite-marks, hickeys...

some were even decorated with stickers as he walked and sat right behind Sirius, yawning as Zahara whistled, as Bellatrix scoffed,

"What, couldn't even handle being with Y/N?" Bellatrix asked grinning with confidence,

"Well, still better at handling him than you, no Bella? He isn't able to walk, last time I remembered, it wasn't him who couldn't walk, it was you who couldn't walk!" Remus said back with a evident smugness in his voice as Bellatrix sat there, appalled and shocked as she simply humphed and looked away as the table softly snickered...

Sirius couldn't bear to think that something he wished he could have was now with someone completely different. Sirius longed to be in your place as he couldn't help the tears which pricked his eyes...How come a large mistake of his took away everything he wished was his...?

He looked back at the entrance to see you softly walk in, slightly limping with a cig in your hand which you dropped on the floor and stamped on to put it out as you walked and sat down beside Remus, leaning against him, trying to catch on sleep which you obviously couldn't complete from last night's activities...

Sirius felt filth inside him at seeing you and Remus be together, through classes as you helped him read and developed spells for him to read through his Dyslexia, helped him sleep with a potion Regulus created to heal his own insomnia which you even gave to James to help his insomnia.

You helped Peter sometimes with his charms when he needed help, told Lily which colour looked good on her, helped motivate Marlene to cause pranks, told Mary she looked pretty, gave advice to Alice about Narcissa and even gave Rita some gossips you heard to satisfy her.

You even helped Sirius himself with pranks to pull on Snape whom you started calling "Snevillous" as well...no matter how much Sirius tried, he couldn't hate you..or even be you...

He saw you everyday with Remus, making out with him in some corner of the library, sitting on his lap to tease him, quoting books he hated simply to annoy him, stroking his scars with your fingers, putting on liner on his eyes, using spells to make drawings that Evan did to turn them into permanent tattoos, wearing his grandpa sweaters and flaunting them in front of the girls all whom laughed or giggled...

You even tried your hardest to fix the marauder's friendship, in which you succeeded..but not because their apologies were sincere, it was because you tried to fix their friendship.

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