#lord voldemort in the sheets

[cubeapples]

fem harry/voldemort fic where harry’s a part-time babysitter and voldemort is minister riddle and an old widower (his past wife was bellatrix)

so one summer, harry’s suddenly called to babysit the minister’s daughter, delphini. little does she know, delphini is a huuuge troublemaker and an absolute demon child (black genes… and well—) but harry ends up being the only person she’s nice to. harry doesn’t know this yet.

when voldemort comes home, he’s surprised that delphini’s actually asleep and that the house is quiet for once. no screaming, no weeping, no bargaining and no bloodshed.

when he comments this to harry, she's like 'oh, but delphi's such an angel, the way you're so shocked, it seems like people have died trying to babysit her.'

when voldemort doesn't reply and just stares at her, shes like 'it was a joke. im joking. it's just a joke, right?.... RIGHT?' *cough* peter pettigrew *cough*

so when harry moves to leave, voldemort offers her extra money so that she could continue working for him.

puzzled, harry agrees. the months go by, and nothing goes awry. the peace lasts until voldemort has to go to another country for business for several months and he has to take delphini with him. that's when delphi throws a massive fit. as in, a Massive fit about leaving harry. there's blood and everything.

and so oh, no... harry has to go along too. how sad

#female harry potter #fem!harry potter #tomarry #voldemort #lord voldemort #harrymort #tomarrymort #minister of magic au #you probably guessed what happened next #minister riddle in the streets #lord voldemort in the sheets #IMSORRY

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[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2024.02.13

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Home by Animamundi [G, 1k]

►Draco watches as Malfoy Manor burns.

2. I Double Dare You by Reloumi [E, 8k]

►Living in Romania was a great way to decompress and think after the war, and Harry found himself thriving as he looked after the dragons with Charlie. It was time to go home, though, to see his best mate and have the best stag do ever before Ron married Hermione. It's just a little shocking what a difference a year can make, and who your best mate now considers a friend. And why does this friend still need to be so goddamn attractive?!

3. I love you, Draco by Fumeko_Jubami [E, 2k]

►As Harry sat at his desk in the Ministry of Magic, staring blindly at the pile of paperwork in front of him, he took a sheet of paper and his eyes drifted to look at the date. A sudden realization hit him. It was the 13th of February, just a day before Valentine's Day.

4. Late Night Talks by @vinylfoxbooks [T, 3k]

►Harry has express permission to leave at night as long as Remus or Regulus are able to back up that he was with one of them, and he uses that to his advantage of getting some advice when it comes to Draco.

5. Moving Fast by Bbiicee [M, 1k]

►Draco and Harry meet again at a party. They immediately fall in love and immediately move in together.

6. The Stag and the Dragon: The School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by Jesse_James [T, 180k]

►On the night of October 31st 1980, in an attempt to subvert prophecy, The Dark Lord Voldemort launches a pair of attacks to rid him of the one chosen to defeat him. But when one fails, the world is changed forever. But in this universe, things are different. The rules are not always the same. And things will not always be as we remember. And with a different choice made with a young orphaned Harry's future, the consequences of this one act will echo across fate. Meanwhile, in a different family, another boy struggles against what he is, and what he was born to be. All while his father seems to orchestrate more than just his life.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Knot Your Average Coworkers by @thecouchsofa [E, 22k]

►Harry makes a bunch of unintentional knotting jokes while an increasingly baffled Draco is driven insane. ★ Knot Another Writing Fest: Knot Again 2023 | @hpknotfest

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Anonymous

1. Enclosed is a Memory & The Memories [M, 20k, 2 works]

►Draco's Azkaban sentence is reduced to house arrest, and Harry leaves the country to travel abroad. What was meant to be only one letter to return a wand turns into another, and then another. A gift exchange born from politeness becomes more meaningful, until the gifts are memories and feelings begin to bloom between them.

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #daily list #2024 #2024.02

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 11: Home not so sweet home

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): Moldy Voldy [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

The sun is shining brightly with not a cloud in the sky. A soft breeze sways the leaves on the trees which tower over the manor. And despite that sunny and happy weather outside, you feel dreaded entering the house.

The pointed roofs and gothic architecture never looked so menacing as now. The perfectly manicured lawn looks like it has thorns and skulls as flowers while the white peacock in the distance looks like an omen of death.

Both you and your cousin stand at the end of the long driveway, your luggage floating towards the front door. Aunt Cissy motions for the two of you to hurry up. 

Glancing at each other, Draco gives your wrist a reassuring squeeze before marching up the gravel path. You linger for a while longer until you can't.

It's quiet when you enter the manor. More than usual. All sounds, even those from outside, seem to have disappeared. No creaking of the house, ticking of clocks, nothing.

Your aunt turns to you, a sorrowful look on her face. "The Dark Lord is expecting you in the library."

You want to shake your head. Scream, cry, yell that you don't want to see him. You're scared. So fucking scared to meet him. But, you don't have a choice.

With a meek nod, you turn on your heels and make your way towards the library. You ignore Draco's shaken look as his mother hugs him and leads him to the other side of the house.

The floorboards under your feet creak as you stand in front of the double doors of the library. You raise your fist but before your knuckles make contact with the wood, the doors swing open.

He stands in front of the large windows that oversee a part of the gardens, his back turned to the door and his hands are clasped behind his back. He is almost as pale as a sheet, blue veins running over his bald head.

When he turns around, you have to bite back the gasp of horror you want to let out. His face can only be described as snake-like. Two slits are where a nose should be and icy blue eyes set in a too-pale face. 

He is nothing as you imagined. You once or twice have searched up the name Riddle in the school records to look at the picture of all the prefects. At that time, Tom Marvolo Riddle was a handsome seventh-year boy. Dark hair, high cheekbones, and a proud look on his face.

Tom Marvolo Riddle is obviously gone and in his place is Lord Voldemort.

You don't know whether to bow or nod, so you look at the ground once he catches you study him.

"My Heir." His voice is breathy, almost whisper-like. He opens his arms, "come here."

Your feet move with a mind of their own. You scale the size of the room and stop in front of the imposing figure. He wraps his arms lofty around you. A chill spreads through your body as a cold hand presses against your back.

Taking a step back, you try to even your breathing. "My Lord." The title comes out in a whisper. You're utterly terrified of what this man will do, will say.

He tsks disapprovingly. "When we are in company of each other, you may call me Father, my Heir."

"Yes... Father."

Voldemort nods approvingly. He studies you once again, his icy eyes trailing every inch of your face and hair. "I've been told you are sorted into Slytherin. Naturally."

You nod. "Yes, Father." You don't know what else to say. But it seems like he is expecting more. "My studies are going well. I am staying out of trouble and keep with our own kind."

It's the safe answer, one you know satisfies him. And it does. He dismisses you with a wave of his hand and you don't know how quickly you have to get out of the library. 

When you enter your bedroom, Draco is already sitting on your bed, an anxious look on his face. "Is it really him?", he asks in a whisper and you nod.

You go sit down next to your cousin. The two of you sit in silence for a while, until Draco opens his mouth. "How is he?"

"Terrifying", you admit. "You feel his power when you are in the room with him."

"Mother says he can read minds."

You look at him with wide eyes. That can't be true... right? It means that even our thoughts aren't safe.

"Well... Then we have to watch out for what we think."

Draco nods and you sit in silence once again. You lean over and lay your head on his shoulder. Draco has never been a big fan of being touched — it may come from being barely touched as a child by his parents — but for you, he makes an exception. 

"Everything is going to change from now on, isn't it?"

He hums sadly. "I'm afraid so."

You spend the rest of the day cooped up in your room, unpacking your school trunk and dusting your room. Even though Aunt Cissy makes the house elves clean your room regularly, it's always nice to do a once-over.

Around dinner time is a knock on your door and you're being called to dinner. Nervously, you make your way towards the formal dining room. It's tradition to eat there when you and Draco have returned from your year at Hogwarts.

Entering the room, you see your aunt and uncle — both looking rather unwell — and your cousin sitting at one end of the table and Voldemort sitting at the head on the other side. 

"My Lord", you greet your father with a polite nod. Unsure of where to sit, you move to sit next to Draco. But the chair next to Voldemort gets pushed back by magic and you get the hint.

With uncertain steps, you go and sit to him. Draco and you make eye contact but remain silent. 

The majority of dinner is spent in silence. You do not dare to speak out loud and it seems like the Dark Lord likes the tense silence his presence brings. It's only when the desert is brought that he speaks.

"It seems you are very popular at school, my Heir. Not a full day at home and you already received a letter." Voldemort holds up a wax-sealed envelope.

He watches how you take it and break the seal. Unfolding the envelope, you start to read. It's a rather short letter really.

Do you want to hang out sometime? It's what friends do, you know. We could meet up in two weeks. That's just enough time to miss me.

— Theo

You close your eyes. Stupid stupid boy Theodore Nott. You've hoped to keep him safe from your father a while longer, at least until the end of the summer break or Christmas or whatever. But as Voldemort snatches the letter out of your hands and reads it over, one of his non-existent eyebrows arches up.

"Theo? Who is this Theo?"

You look down at the pie in front of you. "Theodore Nott, my Lord. We've ehrm... We've-" You look for help from your aunt, but her gaze is trained on the table. "We've been introduced last summer and started hanging out this year."

Voldemort looks over at your uncle. "Is this true, Lucius?" The name of your uncle is almost a hiss.

Uncle Lucius gulps before shakily raising his gaze. "Ye-yes, my Lord. We thought the you-young Nott boy would be an excellent match... f-for your daughter... my Lord."

Voldemort hums, dropping the letter next to your plate. "Very well." And nothing more is said about Theodore or the rest of the dinner.

Once you are excused, you rush towards your bedroom to write Theo back. But when you swing open your door, you almost shriek.

A three-metre snake lays on your bed, eyes trained on you. You've heard whisper all day long, but you just chalked it up to Voldemort residing in the manor.

Carefully stepping into the room, you know exactly who this is. Clearing your throat, you open your mouth. "Hello, Nagini", you say in the strange whispers and hisses of Parsletongue.

"Hello, my Heir", the snake hisses softly, sliding off your bed. She slithers out of your room. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling of her smooth scales gliding against your ankle.

Sitting down at your desk, you pull out a piece of paper and start to write to Theo.

Sure, we can do that. Do you have something in mind or do you just want to walk around and see what happens? I'm down for whatever.

I suggest we meet up on Tuesday in two weeks. If that's alright with you.

— (Y/n)

Taglist (bold means I couldn’t tag you): @the0doreslover @lqndkxlmqma @st4rrry @choppedpartymuffinwinner @ledtassoo @literallyobsessed @lestat-whore​ @vanishingcherry @harrysnovia @pietrobae @ireallywannasleep127 @yeolsbubbles

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter scenarios #harry potter x reader #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x you #harry potter x slytherin!reader #harry potter x riddle!reader #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy scenarios #theodore nott #theodore nott scenarios #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x y/n #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x slytherin!reader #theodore nott x riddle!reader #hogwarts #hogwarts scenarios #hogwarts x reader #hogwarts x y/n #hogwarts x you #hogwarts x slytherin!reader #hogwarts x riddle!reader #hogwarts!au #slytherin!reader #riddle!reader

[racfoam]

Muggle Halloween Edition with Old Man Muggle Serial Killer Voldy +Female Harry + Cute Teddy!

Happy Halloween! 🎃👻🍭🍬

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Teddy was dressed as a ghost, with holes cut in for him to be able to see through the sheet, while Harry was dressed as an elf from Lord of the Rings. They stopped in front of the biggest house — it was a manor, really — in the neighbourhood, entering through the yard. Teddy was still standing outside of the yard. Harry didn’t know ghosts could be scared. “Come on, Teddy, you're with me, Voldemort won't hurt you. He’s just grumpy.” “He threw a brick at me once.” said Teddy. “Yes, and I went to yell at him. It's how we met.” Teddy whimpered. “We got enough candy... let’s go back.” Harry gave Teddy a dubious look. Their jack-o-lanterns were not full yet. Halloween isn’t a success if the lanterns aren’t filled with candy. “He has Mars chocolate bars.” said Harry. Teddy suddenly turned all his attention to Harry. Mars chocolate bars were his favourite. After another whine, Teddy gathered his bravery, and ran onto the lawn, grabbing tight onto Harry’s hand. They looked like an elf and a tiny ghost, painting a rather sweet picture. “There you go!” praised Harry, beaming, squeezing Teddy's small hand reassuringly. “Now let’s go bother Voldemort.” They climbed the porch, and Harry rung the doorbell. Teddy was holding her hand so tight Harry started worrying the blood flow was going to get blocked soon. There were footsteps, and then the doors opened. Voldemort, grey-haired, frowning and absolutely grumpy, was on the other side of the doors, his grey eyebrows set in a deep frown. “Trick or treat!” said Harry and Teddy. If anyone looked scary in that moment, it was Voldemort.

“Harry,” said Voldemort. “You’re too old to be dressing up.” “I’m twenty. And it’s for Teddy! Look at him! Isn't he an adorable baby ghost?!” cooed Harry, tapping the white cloak where Teddy's head was. “Mr Voldemort is in a costume, too!” said Teddy, lifting his ghost-cloak arm to point to the elderly man. “He’s playing a killer, Harry!” Teddy was right.

Voldemort was holding a prop knife, stained with blood. He must have used some ketchup, because there was blood on his light blue dress shirt, too. There was a scream from inside the house. “And he’s watching a horror movie!” said Teddy brightly, slowly losing his fear. “Woah, nice use of ketchup for blood. It looks real.” said Harry, impressed. Voldemort blinked, as though surprised. “If I give you candy, will you leave?” “Depends how much candy you give us.” said Harry smartly, with Teddy nodding. Voldemort disappeared into the house. The movie was now playing a man sobbing. Maybe Voldemort was watching Saw. Voldemort returned from the darkness with bags of candy and Mars chocolate bars. He dumped them all into Teddy's jack-o-lantern, and when Teddy's was full, he dumped the rest into Harry's, filling hers up as well. “Woah, thanks!” said Harry, beaming. “Anything for a little ghost and a beautiful elf.” said Voldemort. Harry felt warmth blossom on her cheeks. “Teddy, say thank you to Grandpa Voldemort.” “Thank you, sir!” chirped Teddy. Voldemort nodded. “Well, I need to get back to the movie... Enjoy the rest of your night. Happy Halloween.” “Thanks! Happy Halloween!” chirped Harry and Teddy. Voldemort closed the doors, and Harry and Teddy whooped, running down the lawn, celebrating their lanterns finally being full.

#tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #female harry potter #muggle au

[dramioneasks]

Author Profile: LovesBitca8

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Title: The Auction Author: LovesBitca8 Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, War, AU Chapters: 41 Word Count: 325,876 Summary: In the wake of the Dark Lord’s triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help—and hope—seem to arise from the most unlikely of places.

Title: The Right Thing To Do Author: LovesBitca8 Rating: E Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 36 Word Count: 174,911 Summary: Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Title: Good Author: LovesBitca8 Rating: E Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 7 Word Count: 7,177 Summary: He stood, buttoned his robes, and came around her desk to lean against the front. “Blaise told me you’re looking for something specific.” She blinked at him, wondering if she could reach for the emergency Portkey she kept in her shelves and disappear to St. Mungo’s before he could stop her. Her mouth opened, voice beginning to squeak a response. “And I just wanted to drop by,” he cut her off and tilted his head, “and say that I’m flattered. But I won’t be taking you on.” “That’s—that’s not—what?” “I don’t think we’d be a good fit,” he said simply, like he was interviewing her for a secretary position.

#author: LovesBitca8 #fav authors #favourite fics

[screamingmandrakes]

Welcome :)

Hi! I’m screamingmandrakes. You can call me Meg! I use they/she pronouns, but please refer to me as a woman. I am biologically female and identify with it, just a bit fluid.

I write Voldemort centric fics and tend to read the same. Most of my content is dead dove, so proceed with caution. This is a Voldemort account and it never tries to be anything else.

My AO3 is the same as my tumblr, so find me under screamingmandrakes. I am also the runner of the @feedmyfrankensteinfest and the owner of the Voldemort Brain Rot (18+) Discord server.

For links to my writing and other me-related content, click ‘keep reading.’

My Fics:

Miss Granger (One Shot. Dead Dove, Do Not Eat)

Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger

“After finding herself trapped in an era not of her own, Hermione manages her survival by hiding in the Hogwarts library.

Unfortunately for her, it does not go without notice.”

I beg of you read the tags. This is dead dove, meaning it has dark, graphic content.

Clever Little Mudblood (One Shot)

Lord Voldemort/Hermione Granger

“You very nearly escaped Lord Voldemort,” red eyes peered upon her, furious, insane, obsessive. Hermione blinked back at her reflection in them, her hands searching the rubble behind her for any hint of an escape. “You very nearly fooled me, for you were smart, little mudblood. You were quick, but never again will you run.”

and i feed on the fear that's behind your eyes

Lord Voldemort/Hermione Granger

“Death would have been a kinder fate,” she said.

A shrill laugh echoed her words, this time of his own. She winced, fingers clenching around the bed sheets. This wasn't Voldemort's wrath—no, Hermione knew that all too well. The red of his eyes flickered, lit with humor she felt no need to be privy to.

"You remain precisely as my memory recalls," he smiled as if it was a comfort shared between them. Hermione’s grip on the sheets tightened, and she could feel her knuckles go white with the force of it.

“I know nothing of death, my dear. And neither will you.”

(A sequel to 'Clever Little Mudblood')

Violent Delights (WIP)

Tom Riddle/Hermione Granger

A life in stasis, Hermione thought, was a life as good as dead.

A sequel to Miss Granger, currently on hold.

Fan Art:

Art inspired by Miss Granger by roseheira

Art inspired by ‘and i feed on the fear that’s behind your eyes’ by okeydokeylackey

#tomione #tom riddle #lord voldemort #hermione granger

[being-luminous]

It's me, Purplewitch. I gotta ask about don't lose your head.

Hey!! Thanks for asking 💜

This one is inspired by the song don't lose ur head from six the musical. I've already shared a snippet here, but the premise is that Harry, looking for a bit of fun, gets way in over his head with the Dark Lord Voldemort

the tags from the original post put it well

harry: i'm just tryna have some fun 😇 voldemort, seething: let me burrow inside your chest cavity or i'll burn this whole fucking country to the ground

here's a snippet from later in the story:

Later, Harry sits in his room, a sputtering candle—charmed to burn twice as bright—his only company. Sitting before him is the same blank piece of parchment he’s been staring at for nearly half an hour now. He owes Ron and Hermione a letter, though it stings to admit.

A floorboard in the hall creaks, and he flinches, looks over his shoulder with wide eyes. But the door is still shut.

No one is watching him.

He breathes deeply, unclenches his jaw and lets the tension in his shoulders unspool. He picks up his quill before he can think better of it, sets it to the parchment. He’s crazy, he writes. He’s going to kill me. By the time he’s finished, there’s hardly any blank space left, and for a long while, he just sits there, looking down at the words in black ink.

There’s no way he can send this letter.

He knows his mail is being searched, because Voldemort told him so. It’s for his own good, he says whenever Harry protests. It’s to keep him safe. And it’s fine, he thinks as he folds the parchment into a neat square, then again. It has to be fine. He holds the parchment up to the candle. He’ll need to vanish the smoke later lest someone smell it when he’s done, but for now he lets it rise. He holds on until the flame begins to lick at his fingers, until his skin burns too.

Then he lets go, heals the shiny red skin with a flick of his hand, and grabs a new sheet of parchment.

#harrymort #im still working on getting the tone right #overall i'm aiming for fun #but also harry is fully at risk of getting his head chopped off #so he's understandably a bit stressed #ask #snippets

[dramionefanfiction]

Daily Dose of Dramione fanfiction 89:

The Rights and Wrongs Series by Lovesbitca8 (Rated MA)

The Right Thing To Do Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

All The Wrong Things Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV. Part 2 of the "Rights and Wrongs" series.

The Auction In the wake of the Dark Lord’s triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort’s new world, help—and hope—seem to arise from the most unlikely of places.

PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series.

COMPLETE: Yes TYPE: Multi-Chapter CATEGORY: Post-Hogwarts, EWE

MY OPINION: I honestly didn't enjoy these fics as much as I expected I would. SPOILERS Once I found out they liked each other back in school I was struggling to finish it because to me it made everything so OOC. I forced myself to get through the first two fics so that I could enjoy the Auction properly...but then the Auction felt like a giant cock block. It just wasn't dark or triggering enough for me unfortunately (especially after reading Manacled and expecting that level of dark and non con etc). I think I just wanted MORE. With that being said I really liked the writing style and the quality of it and how in depth the fic was and all of the ideas behind it.

I loved listening to it on Spotify with ETL Echo once again.

Rating: 2.5/5

#dramione #dhr #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hermione #draco #fanfiction #favefics #lovesbitca8 #the rights and wrongs series #the auction #The right thing to do #all the wrong things

[hpsaffics]

✨ WLW Wed: Bellamione (Part 2) ✨

A biweekly HP femslash rec list made by the lovely members of the HP SAFFICS (18+) discord server. See all previous rec lists in the WLW Library.

Currently: Hermione Granger/Bellatrix Black Lestrange (see Part 1) Previously: Fake Dating (see list)

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💫 MEDIUM (3-10k) 💫

The Importance of a Due Date by @eile24downtown [E, 7.6k]

Hermione forgets to turn in her DADA homework for once in her life, and Professor Black is not happy about it. What kind of detention does she have in store for her brightest student?

shadows by @allaganexarch [M, 7.1k]

She had heard. Known. Been glad, even. In Hermione's opinion, death is nearly never better, never deserved, for who is to say when a person is beyond saving? Still, it's like seeing a ghost, or the beginnings of a nightmare.

Good Is Better Than Perfect by myladyriver [M, 7.0k]

Throughout their tryst, neither woman had ever committed treason to their side, nor had they demanded it of the other. They had never gone further than deliberately avoiding each other in battle, and now, Bellatrix had suddenly thrown that all out the window. She had betrayed her Lord, warned Hermione of His plans, and had just vowed to keep her lover alive, against direct orders.

light long gone and burning strong by @slashmarks [E, 5.4k]

Years after Voldemort's victory, Hermione poses as a foreign research consultant to infiltrate Bellatrix Black's home. She finds Bellatrix unexpectedly sympathetic.

Notes on a Page by EvaMcGregor [T, 4.9k]

Hermione is a magical historian who is given access to the Black histories by Narcissa. While reading she discovers a letter and annotations by the long missing Bellatrix Black. The more she reads the more she feels drawn to the woman.

Jinx and Counter by Zarrene Moss (Menzosarres) [T, 4.3k]

Twenty years after the war, Hermione confronts an old demon.

Scratches: Or, how I stopped worrying about being a dinosaur animagus and started using it to eviscerate Death Eaters by Useful_Oxymoron [G, 3.6k]

When Hermione Granger discovered her unique animagus form, she takes it for a spin in the Forbidden Forest and comes across someone unexpected.

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💫 SHORT (<3k) 💫

Reset by Lyssandra_Med [E, 2.7k]

Time is such a delicate thing. What if someone broke it?

nineteenth by batteredandbruised [M, 2.0k]

"Bella changes her sheets–the new ones are satin. Black. Hermione finds it’s better on her hands when they’re curled in fists. " The organic chemistry professor at Cambridge has been whispered about since she joined. Hermione finds out why.

offer me my deathless death by charminglittledeath [E, 1.7k]

Bellatrix used one hand to steady Hermione, the other gripping the tattoo gun. “Deep, slow breaths,” she instructed as Hermione’s breath quickened, “Good girl.” Then, to her utter delight, Hermione let out a little whine.

Staring at Nothing by summerhuntresses [M, 1.3k]

When the changes start, Harry doesn't believe it. He doesn't want to.

Light and Dark by RedSneakers [G, 1.1k]

A brief take on Hermione and Bellatrix's relationship in the eye of a student. Set around 20 years after the battle of Hogwarts.

The Perfume and Suppliance of a Minute by Lillielle [M, 260]

Hermione is lost, and Bellatrix has found her. At what price?

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[theresthesnitch]

Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

Thanks for the tag @puuvillaa

Chance would be a fine thing (wolfstar)

Sirius stands in front of the mirror having never felt less like himself.

Settled (James/Lily/Remus/Sirius)

Lily wakes in tangles of limbs and sheets, pressed against too hot bodies still ticky tacky from skin cleaned only by a charm, too tired or lazy or both to make their way to the shower before they fell asleep. 

Falling In Love Without You (wolfstar)

There is old magic in the House of Black designed to keep errant heirs in line.

Wishes on Stars (wolfstar) written with Quietlemonhush

When he was very little, Remus’s mum told him that sometimes, if you are very good and very patient, wishing on a star just might make your wish come true.

The Care and Keepin gof a Pet Werewolf (wolfstar)

“The war is almost won, my most devoted servants,” Lord Voldemort says.

I Just Can't Stay (Away) (Jily)

“I’m sorry, I think that might be my seat.”

Hidden Pleasures (wolfstar)

It’s 6:48 pm when the owl arrives, carrying a letter and a small vial of potion. 

Taming of the Menace (wolfstar)

Remus takes a deep, calming breath before reaching up to knock on Sirius’s door.

One Man Quidditch Team (Jily)

"You're home," Lily says with a softness in her voice. "I missed you."

fly away with me (wolfstar)

Remus is exhausted by the time he gets to his dorm room.

If there's a pattern here, I'm not clever enough to spot it.

@kember-writes (I saw you say you're bored. 🤣) @hihimissamericanbi @annabtg @charmsandtealeaves @blitheringmcgonagall @krethes @r33sespieces or anyone who wants to play.

#snitch was tagged #writing patterns

[saintsenara]

scylla and charybdis - a snippet

severus snape/lord voldemort explicit | graphic depictions of violence | major character death

here's a little look at what to expect in chapter three of scylla and charybdis. this one's titled shipmates - why? because the seventeen-year-old snape's easter stay with the malfoys has him feeling like he's finally found a group of people he truly belongs with.

i can't imagine that will go wrong.

Malfoy Manor is a magnificent building.

Even Severus, who’d never been the sort of pretentious toff who could be sent to half-mast by the finer points of Jacobean architecture (unlike - he suspected - Lucius), had to admit that. And it only took two days after he arrived to spend the Easter holidays for him to become convinced of the fact.

Of course, it was absurd - mad, really - to think such things about a pureblood’s fancy country pile, when he was supposed to loathe the posh, with their glittering vaults and easy movement through the world but he felt as though it was almost appropriate to describe his surroundings as beautiful. There was a brown-sugar glitter to the stone of the walls and an emerald sparkle -

[‘Look at me.’]

- to the immaculate parkland. There were gardens bursting with the flouncy blooms of silk-pink roses and bedrooms decked out in snow-white satin sheets. He woke up every morning not to frost on the inside of the dirty windows of his parents’ frigid little terrace, a feeble approximation of warmth coughing its way out of a dodgy two-bar heater his dad had acquired from a bloke in a pub - and not to an ominous medievalism, a vast roaring fire in a huge stone grate, doing its best to chase away the dampness of the lake, either - but to a sensible conflagration beneath an elegant marble mantel. When he rose, he could drift down to the airy dining room - the champagne-coloured April light glittering through the French windows - and find his hosts tucking into breakfast, silver platters of bacon and eggs laid enticingly on the sideboard. When the meal was done, and Abraxas slithered off to attend to some vague business in his office, and Lucius went off to meet with creditors and condescend to tenant farmers, he could take himself off to the library and work his way through any book he desired, never having to worry - like he had to constantly at school - that some greasy little do-gooder (Pettigrew, probably; the other Marauders may have been cunts but at least they were cunts with an intolerance for the rules, Pettigrew was just a narc) would be lurking in the stacks to spy on him and run off to tattle to McGonagall about his interest in dark magic.

[‘He has lately taken to listening at doors, I don’t know what he means by it.’]

[‘That, Severus, is why I have sent him to spend the summer with you.’]

When evening came and dinner was done, he could sip a brandy and play chess with Lucius. Like he was a proper man, no matter his accent and his secondhand robes. He seemed to have become sophisticated - that was the way he saw it - just from having been welcomed into the manor through the front door. He seemed to have become correct - to have taken his rightful place in the order of things - just from having been apparated by Lucius directly from Hogsmeade Station on the last day of term, which Avery and Mulciber had been impressed by, to Severus’ malevolent glee He seemed to have shed the grease that Black was so fond of pointing out always clung to him, which only confirmed what he’d always thought - that filth which didn’t really belong there had been laid upon him by his mother’s willingness to forget the dignity of her magic and spend her days hunched over the chip pan, in service of a Muggle brute who was sitting in a string vest in front of It’s A Knockout, fogging up the front room with a haze of cheap ale and putrid sweat.

He’d been rescued. That’s what it felt like. He’d been adopted, whirled out of the grubby mill town he’d had to drag himself around for seventeen years - with its crumbling rows of two-up-two-down houses and its mouse-infested chip shops - and saved. He’d been welcomed - a little late, but Lucius had always struck him as too rich to appreciate how time worked for anyone other than himself - into a world where he was equal in dignity to the thoroughbred blondes who minced around the place in their furs and damasks, and his dad’s woodbines and tennent’s and his mum’s decision to embarrass herself by letting a Muggle drunkard knock her up and knock her about had ceased to matter, and nobody cared that he wore his father’s face and had his father’s name.

For once in his life, he was on the right side of the smug aura which shimmered out through the Malfoys’ mullioned windows. A stranger - the sort of cringing half-blood who came to tug his forelock in the hope of receiving a handout from Abraxas - would think the elegant mask of the house looked like a sneer. To a welcome guest, the snooty haze which enveloped the whole place was a marvellous inside joke.

And he was a welcome guest, no matter what Lily or his mum would have said about these sort of rich purebloods never giving a solitary fuck about people like them, people from the slums and the margins. There was no more standing like a lump on the kitchen threshold and being quickly sent away, lest poverty flake like dust from his clothes and turn the elves into raging trade unionists. He was permitted to sit with Lucius and his father after dinner and chat with Abraxas - who had a keen interest in alchemy and was, he had to be honest, considerably cleverer than his son - like they were members of the same club.

Which, he supposed, they were now. Now that he had met the Dark Lord.

Which he supposed meant that he didn’t need to worry himself about who it was that made his food or cleaned his bedroom or swept the grates.

Or who it was that had threatened the Malfoys into being so nice to him.

#asenora fics #writing snippet #snapemort #severus snape #tom riddle #lord voldemort #scylla and charybdis

[consistentsquash]

HP Rec Fest - Day 11

Fest - @hprecfest

Theme - Darkfic

Snarry fandom is darkfic central so it's really impossible to pick just one fic! But I am going to go with a beautiful fic which doesn't usually get recced a lot.

King of Fat by rinsbane

Rated E. 10500 words. Snarry, Snucius, Snape/Voldemort.

Unique, brilliant and unsettling. Hard to categorize but we are going with Snape character study with him thinking about the different players in his life like his mom, Harry, Voldemort, Lucius, Dumbledore. Also a beautiful meditation on beauty/ugliness.

Snape had long ago learned that he was not one of the Beautiful. The Dark Lord, though – the Dark Lord was all economy of motion and languid ease, all sharp impatience and sleek insinuation, all burning coals held behind a sheet of ice. He smelled like sweet smoke rising from a sacrifice of flesh, and his voice was the low crackle of the fire devouring the meat. He was the altar and the fat upon it, and he sacrificed to himself, and he would pull Snape up onto his fire and burn him, and Snape would be remade into a thing of beauty himself.

Have you ever read a fic and thought OMG it's just using the right kind of words and the right amounts of words to tell this story? In Snape's words, no spare fat here in this fic!

Snape fandom attracted really brilliant writers from day one. A lot of them are appreciated like they should be. I feel some of them were maybe more niche depending on whether they wrote longfic/shortfic and other factors. Rinsbane is one of the best writers I have read ever but also hard to categorize their works in a genre. It's hard to explain why but my personal take is something about rinsbane's writing feels too sensitive esp on sexuality. Esp on Snape's sexuality. It doesn't feel OTPish? It feels naturally multishippy? Which is hard for me to appreciate when I am in OTP reading mood. But also these are also some of the fics that stayed with me forever. One of my reccing goals when I started reccing was to rec everything Rinsbane has on AO3 for HP fandom. I love love love their works.

Recs I made for the fest

#hp #hprecfest2023 #hprecfest2023 squashrecs #hp fic recs #hp slash fic recs #snarry #snucius #snape/voldemort

[i-dream-of-libraries]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @liquidluckandstuff

A snippet from a fluffy Voldemort posseses Harry one-shot I'm working on:

Harry was pretty sure he's finally cracked. The isolation and longing to return to the magical world, to pretend like he's still in it, has clearly done his head in. After a second year at Hogwarts ending with no contact from his friends (besides that phone call Ron attempted which got him into huge trouble) Harry wasn't too optimistic that his upcoming birthday would go any better than the last. To be fair, the events of the past year would be enough to make most people do something a bit stupid, and really, what could be the harm? He was going to continue writing to Tom Riddle.

Tom Riddle was dead of course, and also kind of Lord Voldemort. But using an old notebook and ballpoint pen Dudley had thrown in this room nearly untouched, he could at least pretend he was still writing to him. He planned to write only at night and hide the notebook under his loose floor board. The whole idea WAS a bit mad, but the plain truth was that Harry was lonely - even at Hogwarts he'd been lonely as most of the school turned on him thinking he was the heir of Slytherin. The short time he'd had Tom Riddle's diary had been some of his most comforting days.

Like Riddle had said to him in the Chamber; they really did have a lot in common. The other boy had been easier to talk to about things he didn't feel comfortable telling Ron and Hermione because, well, he hadn't thought Tom Riddle was exactly real. They also came from happy, loving families, and Harry didn't know how to explain to them just how hated he was at the Dursley's. But Riddle grew up in an orphanage. Riddle understood.

So here he was, staring at a blank sheet of paper and totally at a loss of how to start this. 'Dear Tom'? Maybe a bit too personal... 'Dear Riddle' seemed too distant, and anyway, he hated his father's name, apparently. It seemed rude to call him a name he hated if he'd be writing to him as a way of comforting himself. Harry tapped the pen against his lip as he thought. 'Dear Voldemort' also seemed inappropriate because he pictured Tom Riddle as the student he'd first seen in his memory. Finally, he settled on

'Dear Marvolo.'

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Tagging: @isalisewrites no pressure though!

#tomarry #harrymort #tmrhp #wip wednesday

[crucioslut]

[  MOUTH  ]  for  your  muse  to  put  their  hand  over  my  muse’s  mouth  -thelordofdarkness

She quivered so lusciously. it hurt. Her master had requested her presence at his chambers that night. The very same day he'd broken her out of Azkaban. And now Bellatrix found herself enveloped by silk sheets and the scent of clove, having not remembered what it was like to feel anything aside from hard, damp stone, smelling nothing but musty, stale air for fourteen years. Her senses were dancing in the most beautiful macabre landscape, in the most pleasurable fashion. And she quivered. Writhing beneath the touch of his cold hands which were more reptillian than they'd ever been before. Bella's heart hammered hard against her chest and although she made attempts to steady her ragged breaths it was out of her control. Every inch of her was overwhelmed and she felt as though she would rip her own flesh off before she could ever stop her involuntary reaction to her Master's invasion of her willing body once at last, after so many years desperately longing to be His again. Voldemort settled between her legs fully clothed against her naked from. A form that had changed significantly since He'd last seen her, uncomfortably sharp with bones that stuck out everywhere. A face depleted and no longer etched in youth. But her Lord touched her expertly, as if all of those decadent curves he'd grown to enjoy so much still occupied his palms. He rest against her, sliding his forked tongue down her neck, a low rumbled chuckle into her ear when she twisted and rose her hips from the bed seeking the friction that she died for. Voldemort sharply pushed her back down flat against the matress. He'd always loved how he affected his most loyal follower and taken great joy in reducing such an all powerful, respected and feared witch into a mewling, needy kitten who needed to be used. The time they'd spent apart hadn't changed that. "Master..." Bellatrix breathed out. "Please.." A strong hand found its rightful place around her throat, firmly but not constrictive, as her master took His time rejoicing in her aura. Revelling in exploring her from head to toe properly and each and every little sound his Bella made in response. He did not speak as his touch travelled down, watching her intently with something like amazement flashing behind his red eyes. Bella's brows knit together, her lips parted and large dark eyes pleading for more that were welling with tears, the intensity of her desire far too much to handle. Her breath was hot on his face, and each time she attempted to kiss him, he'd lean just out of her reach with a smirk, unable to resist his own petty torments. "Please.." She hissed out once again. Bellatrix felt the stickiness between her legs coating her beckoning core in abundance. Then suddenly, without a hint of a warning, three of His long fingers slammed into her depths with the force of fourteen years missed. Bellatrix all but screamed out a moan at this, fluttering her eyes shut as the tears escaped streaming down her cheeks. Her head thrown back onto the pillow, arching her lower body off the bed once again. His fingers tore through her with no consideration for how long it'd been since she'd been taken. It hurt terribly, and it was in that moment that for the first time in fourteen years she'd felt complete. Voldemort set into a violent pace right away, the force of his thrusting arm throwing the bed'd headboard audibly against the wall and causing Bellatrix's body to jerk with the impact. Her arousal pooled fragrant in the palm of his hand. The sounds she made were loud, animalistic and incoherent somewhere between agony and rapture. The hand that held her throat moved up then to clasp hard over her mouth. "Shhh." @thelordofdarkness

#voldemort #bellamort #bellatrix lestrange

[star-named-riddle]

Some part of me must have died the first time you called me (and some part of me came alive)

Kicking off Bellamort September

Full prompt list here (30 prompts for 30 microfics)

Day 1 - Peccavimus

Lord Voldemort wrapped his limbs around his sleeping paramour. He wasn’t supposed to let her stay. She wasn’t supposed to be in his bed to start with. But she was warm against his chest. Her hair, a trellis of darkness spread across the pillows, smelled of rose water. His bed smelled of them. And they had won the right to some respite after a long day. Still, she was married and he was supposed to be above such things. “Peccavimus,” he thought. That was what the nuns at the orphanage had him repeat across paper sheets whenever he did something wrong. He had sinned. And he would not repent.

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#bellamort microfics #bellatrix lestrange #lord voldemort #bellamort #hp fanfic #my writing #bellamort september