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outromoony · 17 hours
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"She had decided to fight for their love. It hurt to know that Narcissa didn’t believe in them enough to even try to fight with her."
— Love, open your eyes by adreamerawake.
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meemoop · 3 months
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”Malfoy keeps looking over this way, but he’s yet to ask for a dance. Do I look odd, Andy?”
“He adores you, I can tell. He is probably just shy.”
(whoever asked me to draw them…. I’m addicted now, thanks)
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rubusart · 10 months
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✨The witches of Black family✨
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saintchaser · 6 months
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very and extremely unpopular opinion it seems but bellatrix&andromeda&narcissa had been closer than sirius&regulus could have ever imagined being
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herlittlel0ve · 8 months
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I feel like the Blacks are so completely and possessively in love. They go fucking insane when it comes to the love of their life. Family is one thing, they try to kill each other on the regular but don't you ever lay a hand on the person they love. Bellatrix, Narcissa, Andromeda, Regulus, Sirius. You so much as look at they're significant other wrong and they'll have a dagger to your throat in minutes.
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jamespotterbbg · 17 days
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Andromeda "I'll tell you something about my good name, it's mine alone to disgrace" Black
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slagathormoon · 8 months
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The Noble & Most Ancient House of Black ~
Honestly I love this family and their twisty vibes so much. Who is currently fighting in this portrait can you tell??
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vulpes115 · 1 month
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Narcissa, specifically the Marauder’s fandom take on her, makes me want to sob and I need her to be appreciated more. Just, imagine you are the third daughter of parents that only wanted sons. A flower in a sky full of stars. A flower, an object only meant to be looked upon and be pretty. You know your parents never loved you, will never love you, you who is not the long awaited son they asked for. But even still, you can’t help pushing yourself to fulfill the mold they expect from you, beautiful and perfect. But even still you receive love from your family, just in the form of your older sisters. Your eldest who tries so fiercely to protect you and your sister but is clearly starting to slip into insanity. The middle starting to slip away, finding comfort in a man who’s kind you were poisoned to hate. Still, you love them. No matter what you love them, you have so little else. The only other one you have is your baby cousin, made in the same mold as you, who you try so desperately to protect.
At Hogwarts you are expected to be a good mark on your family, prefect, ace student and quidditch player. Willing to drop it all as soon as graduation to be a wife and mother. You only let yourself break the rules once, for her, the one decision you made that goes against your family wishes, the girl whose kisses taste like powdered sugar, whose natural kindness and beauty shines like a candle in your otherwise dark life. For years you let yourself indulge it. For years you pretend. But you know it must end.
The end comes quicker than thought. Your middle sister comes to you, she’s going to elope with her own secret love, she’s going to escape the family and the rot it contains. She asks if you want to come with. You want so badly to say yes. But you have been the perfect daughter for so long, being anything else scares you. So you say no. So you close the door. So you marry the fiancée that sister left behind. So you accept it when your lover breaks up with you, unwilling to be just a mistress. So you tell yourself you’re better without her, all the while knowing you will never find love like her again. Never stop loving her. You say as much when your cousin asks you if it ever gets better, heartbroken over his own Gryffindor. But still you made your choices and well, your fiancée is…fine, as pure-blood men go. He loves you but you don’t love him, can’t ever love him but you’re ok playing your part, even if it’s never him you picture when you play it, not even on your wedding night.
Before you know it, war is at your doorstep. Your eldest, no, only sister and your husband both pledge allegiance to the Dark Lord. So does your youngest, no, only cousin. Your cousin, so young, so naive. He dies, you never find the body, he was only eighteen and you couldn’t do anything to protect him. And the only person you ever loved? Well when you first realized she was going to be fighting on the opposing side you figured she’d be ok. Her and her new husband were powerful, well respected aurors, true Gryffindors, if anybody was going to be ok it was them. You were wrong, oh so wrong. Death would have been kinder with the fate they suffered. A fate brought on by your sister. The only one you ever loved as much as the love of your life. A love now only matched by hate.
You watch as your sister is dragged off in shackles, trying to hide any expression behind an icy mask. You watch as your lover looks back at you with distant lifeless eyes, eyes that don’t recognize you. You visit as often as you can but it’s hard to get away from your duty as mother and wife, even harder to see your lover permanently near death like this. You don’t mean to, but you stop visiting as often.
You only have one thing left to hold on to now, your son. Your darling boy. As a second war fast approaches you fear for him. You saw what happened to your cousin, you fear history is doomed to repeat itself. You do everything you can, extract whatever vows are needed, you do not believe you can survive if he too is taken from you. Then the pivotal moment comes. You have no idea if your son is alive or dead, but the chosen one is lying on the ground and he tells you he’s alive. In that moment you make a choice, you lie, you lie to the most powerful man alive, you lie to a mind reader, you lie to save your son, and you never admit it to yourself but you lie to avenge your lover he stole the sanity of, your cousin he stole the life from, and your sister he stole the soul of.
When the war is over, your action lets your family escape consequences. For the first time since the war began, you find the courage to come and visit your old lover. You apologize for not visiting more, and tell her about your sons, how her son had finished what she started, how your son had done what you never could. It takes several years longer until you make a visit to a different ghost of your past, knock cautiously on the door, a door opened by your sister, a woman you haven’t seen in almost thirty years. Things are awkward at first, of course they are, she is resistant, she’s lost so much to this war and she is slow to trust again, but eventually you two are having a heart to heart over tea, apologizing to each other about old wrongs. It’s not much, but it’s a start. As for your boy, he finds comfort in, of all people, the chosen one, the boy your whole family was supposed to hate, the boy who you helped save the life of. You are glad he is happy, you saw how miserable he was during the war. But a small part of you can’t help but feel envious, that this is a happiness that you could’ve experienced, that your cousin could’ve experienced, if you had made different choices, better choices, found your voice earlier, instead of being left with just an empty shell. Still, you made those choices, had made your bed, and now you must lie in it. But, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, if you get to see your son smile, if you get to hold your grandchildren, if you get to see your sister for monthly tea, if you get to hold your old lover’s hand once in awhile and pretend for just a minute that everything turned out ok between you two.
That’s something your parents didn’t know when they named you after a daffodil, that even after a harsh cold winter, they can make a comeback.
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lord-save-me · 11 months
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As much as you hate her you have to admit Bellatrix would be that cousin that comes up with the most insane games that are so fun until someone (regulus) ends up crying for some reason
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toujoursincorrect · 2 months
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Narcissa: Did you beat up those kids?
Bellatrix: No, they apologized.
Andromeda: I heard screaming.
Bellatrix: That was the apologizing.
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iheartmoons · 9 months
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altinaii · 15 days
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the person is like, "I'm mentally balanced," and then they tell me about their favorite headcannons about the Black family
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meemoop · 3 months
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More requested wallpapers!
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sunsickjune · 11 months
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bellatrix “draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man” black and narcissa “they tell you that ur lucky but you’re so confused cause you don’t feel pretty, you just feel used” black and andromeda “he said let’s get out of this town” black
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wulanvansunshine · 1 month
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Sibling angst always gets me istg
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nina-scribbles · 2 years
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I like to think that being a Black wasn’t all bad.
I like to think that they loved each-other, once.
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