#lestrange

[abouttimeoc]

[heavenlybodies333]

too much ecstasy - T.R.

!warnings! mature content, drug use, adult themes

pairing: tom riddle x you

summary: Hogsmeade’s notorious burlesque club, The Velvet Serpent, thrums with sin and seduction. A night out with friends, a haze of pills and drinks—the club’s atmosphere becomes intoxicating and so does the tension between you and Tom. 

tonight, it’s not just about what you see, but who’s watching

The Velvet Serpent was more than just a burlesque club—it was the underground heartbeat of wizarding depravity, a place where the drinks were strong, the smoke was thick, and sin dripped from the velvet-draped walls like honey. Slytherins ran the place in every way that mattered, and tonight was no different.

You sat in a dimly lit booth, the air laced with the scent of cigars, perfume, and something sweeter—the afterglow of the little pills you'd all swallowed earlier. X. Molly. Whatever you wanted to call it, the high was pure bliss, rolling through your veins, making every touch, every sound, every glance electric.

Avery Lestrange had his arm draped over a waitress’s waist, whispering something against her ear that made her giggle. Mulciber cutting up the rest of the coke he had into an array of thin white lines on the table, his movements meticulous despite the haze of intoxication settling over them all. Theo had returned, a lazy grin on his face as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, eyes bloodshot red as he offered the joint to Tom.

Tom didn’t even glance at the joint, his focus entirely elsewhere. His fingers tapped an idle rhythm against his thigh, his demeanor composed yet coiled tight, like a predator biding its time.

“You know he doesn’t indulge, Theo,” Avery drawled, smirking as he pulled the waitress onto his lap, her giggle drowned out by the pulsing bass of the club.

Theo just shrugged, taking another slow drag before turning his attention back to the stage.

You felt the pulse of the molly in your veins, emboldening you, making the club lights glow a little brighter, the music sink a little deeper into your skin.

You were so high.

The burlesque stage is cleared, the last dancer stepping off with a teasing wink to the crowd. A new group of girls is ushered up, but the MC’s voice cuts through the music, playful and coaxing.

“Well, well, we’ve got a wild crowd tonight. Who’s got the guts to get up here?”

Laughter ripples through the room. The idea is absurd—getting up there, stripping under the heat of the lights, letting strangers devour you with their eyes.

You scoff, tipping your drink back before smirking. “I should go up there.”

Tom lets out a low chuckle, tilting his head toward you. “You?” His tone is rich with amusement, like he’s indulging the thought for his own entertainment. “No, you wouldn’t.”

You arch a brow at him. “You really think I won’t?”

Tom’s lips curve into something smug, something knowing. “Oh, I know you won’t.”

And that does it.

Because he thinks he knows you. Thinks he has you figured out, like you’re some predictable little thing that exists just within the boundaries he’s drawn for you.

But that molly is hitting now. Hard.

The club lights are nothing but a blur of red and gold as you stand, your pulse thudding in time with the bass. Your confidence is liquid fire in your veins. You feel untouchable.

And the moment you start walking toward the stage, the laughter at the table dies down.

Avery and Mulciber hoot, nudging each other, not believing their eyes. Theo lighting another joint, a lazy grin curling his lips.

But Tom—Tom isn’t laughing anymore.

His gaze sharpens, cutting through the dim haze of the club. You don’t have to look at him to feel the shift, the heat in his stare.

You step onto the stage, fingers skimming the cool metal of the pole, the heat of the lights washing over you. The music changes, something slow and dark, dripping with sin.

And then—you move.

Deliberate. Controlled.

A slow roll of your hips, a teasing tilt of your head, fingers trailing along the curve of your neck as you sink into the music.

Tom is staring.

His jaw tight, fingers curled against his glass, tension coiled in every inch of him.

The silk of your dress pools at your feet, slipping off your shoulders like a whisper, leaving you in the lace bodice beneath. Gasps and whistles ripple through the crowd, but you don’t hear them.

Because you’re looking at him.

His expression doesn’t shift, not in the way you expect it to. No clenched fists, no furrowed brows, no sharp exhale of frustration.

No, Tom Riddle doesn’t react like a man caught off guard.

He reacts like a man who’s watching. Calculating. Deciding.

The moment your eyes lock, the air between you tightens, humming with something dark—something that makes your skin prickle with awareness, makes your breath catch in your throat.

And then, the corner of his mouth twitches. Just barely. Just enough to make your stomach drop.

Your friends are still laughing, still cheering you on, but their voices are distant, mere echoes lost beneath the slow, deliberate way Tom sets down his glass.

He tilts his head, eyes dragging over you with a weight that makes your knees feel unsteady. It’s not lust, not exactly. It’s something sharper. Darker.

Approval.

As if he knew you had it in you. As if he’s been waiting for you to show him.

And fuck, the way he’s looking at you now—like you’ve finally done something worthy of his attention—makes the heat pooling in your stomach burn just a little hotter.

Still, he doesn’t move.

Doesn’t call you over.

Doesn’t have to.

Because now, it’s your move.

The moment your feet hit the floor, you step off the stage, chin high, gaze steady. A challenge in the way you move, in the way you weave through the crowd without sparing anyone else a glance.

Your friends are still talking—laughing, throwing arms around your shoulders, singing your praises—but none of it matters.

You don’t stop until you reach him, until the space between you is too close and not close enough, the scent of his cologne filling your lungs, that unnerving stillness of his presence wrapping around you.

His gaze flicks down—just once, just a slow drag over your body before meeting your eyes again.

“Enjoy yourself?” His voice is smooth, quiet.

A shiver rolls through you.

But you smile. A little breathless, a little too bold. “I think you did.”

Something flickers in his eyes, dark amusement curling at the edges.

He leans forward, just slightly, enough that his breath ghosts against your cheek, enough that no one else notices the way his fingers press, just slightly, against your thigh—deliberate, calculated.

His voice drops, quiet enough that only you can hear—just for you.

"You do love an audience," he murmurs, voice a dark thread of amusement curling around your spine.

Your breath catches, but you refuse to let him see it. Instead, you tilt your chin, let your smile play at the edges of your lips. "And you love to watch."

He leans back, as though nothing happened at all, lifting his drink to his lips, gaze sliding to Theo as the conversation shifts.

In the weight of his silence, in the way his eyes flick back to you—brief, knowing—before he takes another sip of his drink.

A private acknowledgment.

A silent well done.

Your lips curl as you trace the rim of your glass with one fingertip, letting the moment stretch between you, secret and thrilling.

Because Riddle may think he’s the only one who plays this game.

But tonight, you made the first move.

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a/n: ive been rewatching gossip girl again and its SOO good such a comfort show, I took inspo from the first szn when Blair dances for Charles so hot oml

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[sweetblinginrose]

stay away from me, lestrange!

(Neville Longbottom x fem¡OCLestrange)

introduction: Morwenna Evangelinne Lestrange was born on October 31, 1980, on a dark and stormy night that seemed to foreshadow her destiny. Daughter of the feared marriage of Death Eaters Bellatrix Black and Rodolphus Lestrange, her arrival into the world was marked by the echo of dark magic and power.

Barely a year after her birth, her parents were arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban for their active involvement in the First Wizarding War. They were loyal accomplices of Lord Voldemort, committing acts of unspeakable cruelty. With her parents behind bars, the guardianship of Morwenna fell to her aunt Narcisa Malfoy, who had also given birth to a son that same year. Thus, Gelinne and her cousin Draco were raised together in the opulent Malfoy Manor, under the strict supervision of Lucius.

From an early age, Gelinne was taught the most elegant and refined manners. Lucius Malfoy insisted that, as a pureblood, she must maintain an impeccable appearance and impeccable conduct. Morwenna’s education was rigorous, designed to instill in her the values and superiority of her lineage.

Over the years, Gelinne grew up alongside Draco, sharing not only their education but also the ignorance of her parents’ crimes. She knew of them only by their names and their portraits, imposing and mysterious figures that adorned the walls of the manor.

Finally, the anticipated moment came to attend the prestigious school of magic, Hogwarts. Alongside her cousin Draco, Morwenna quickly earned the respect of her fellow Slytherins and other students, thanks to her distinguished bearing and innate magical ability.

warnings: It mentions torture, death, bullying, abuse, evil, distress…

words: 2k

a/n: i’m totally in love with Neville, but I feel bad about pairing him with a Lestrange, though it’s also super intriguing. it’ll basically be like a mini-series. basically, this chapter is just setting up what’s coming next.

My main language is not English

masterlist next chapter

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Chapter one: Mandrakes

Morwenna Evangelinne Lestrange came into the world on October 31, 1980, on a dark and stormy night that seemed to foreshadow the destiny that awaited her. Born to the feared Death Eater couple, Bellatrix Black and Rodolphus Lestrange, her birth was steeped in an aura of dark magic and power.

Just one year after her arrival, her parents were arrested and sent to Azkaban, condemned for their crucial role in the First Wizarding War. As devoted followers of Lord Voldemort, they committed unimaginable acts of cruelty, leaving behind a legacy marked by terror. With both parents imprisoned, the young Lestrange was placed under the care of her aunt, Andromeda Black—now Andromeda Tonks—who, having renounced the rigid traditions of the Black family, lived a simple and quiet life with her husband, Ted Tonks, and their daughter, Nymphadora. Thus, Morwenna and her cousin grew up together in the warm and modest Tonks household.

The decision to grant custody to Andromeda was not, of course, Bellatrix’s will but rather a measure imposed by the Ministry of Magic through the Department of Magical Welfare. After careful evaluation, the Ministry determined that the Tonks family would provide the safest and most suitable environment for raising the child. Over the years, Morwenna grew up in a Muggle-influenced setting with touches of magic, surrounded by a harmonious and stable atmosphere that starkly contrasted with her roots. Unaware of her parents’ dark legacy, she only knew their faces from old photographs showing the Black sisters together. She could neither recognize her father nor imagine the atrocities her parents had committed.

Andromeda had spun a vague and convenient tale about her parents’ “deaths” during the devastating Wizarding War. In her account, she avoided specific or uncomfortable details, leaving the girl with an idealized image of her mother as a heroine who gave her life fighting for the greater good. However, what Andromeda did not dare confess—perhaps out of fear or shame—was that Morwenna’s mother was not only alive but had been a devoted follower of the very man her daughter believed had killed her.

In 1991, the same year her cousin Nymphadora graduated from Hogwarts, Morwenna received her own letter of acceptance to the school of witchcraft and wizardry. Her arrival was marked by a moment of uncertainty under the Sorting Hat, which deliberated for some time before placing her in a house. Ultimately, as if her bloodline spoke louder than her upbringing, she was sorted into Slytherin, beginning her own journey within the magical legacy she still did not fully understand.

Despite being placed in Slytherin, Morwenna stood out from the start for being unusually considerate for someone with her lineage. Her cunning and notable intelligence were undeniable, but her balanced character set her apart from the stereotype of her house. During her early years at Hogwarts, she began to interact with her cousin Draco Malfoy, who respected her only for her pureblood status rather than their family connection. He frequently lectured her on how much “better” her upbringing would have been if she had been raised under her mother’s tutelage, surrounded by the rigid traditions of the Black family. Despite her cousin’s criticisms, Morwenna found her own place in Slytherin, forming friendships with several of her housemates. However, her ability to connect with students from different houses made her unique among her peers. Notably, she developed a relationship of respect and eventual friendship with the Golden Trio of Gryffindor. This, unsurprisingly, was not well received among her Slytherin companions, who looked down on her interactions with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Morwenna, however, refused to let the opinions of others affect her. What distinguished her, beyond her strategic mind and kindness, was her ability to navigate between different worlds and challenge the expectations placed upon her.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly for her. Despite the challenges of being a Slytherin who defied her house’s norms, she found her place in the school and built relationships that reflected her unique character. It was during her first year that she met a timid and clumsy boy whom her cousin Draco constantly bullied: Neville Longbottom. Draco’s cruelty toward him deeply irritated Morwenna, and one day, she decided to intervene after witnessing one of these episodes.

During a flying lesson, Neville lost control of his broom and ended up precariously dangling from a statue. Morwenna, terrified by the situation, watched helplessly as the boy finally fell to the ground, breaking his arm upon impact. She wanted to rush to help him, but Professor Hooch’s strict orders to stay grounded kept her frozen in place, powerless to act. Concern gnawed at her all afternoon, and she could not rest until the next day, when she finally had the chance to visit him in the infirmary. She was the only one who did so, a gesture that deeply surprised Neville.

“Hello, Longbottom,” the girl greeted in a calm, almost melodic voice, her pristine green robes perfectly tailored, emphasizing her place in Slytherin.

Neville slowly opened his eyes, as if waking from a nightmare only to find himself in another. Recognizing her, a wave of nervousness enveloped him. She wasn’t just any Slytherin; she was always beside Draco Malfoy, like a sharp, dangerous shadow. Her presence could only mean trouble, and with his heart pounding like a drum, Neville clutched the bedsheets desperately, as if they could protect him. “What do you want? Please, don’t hurt me!” he pleaded, his panicked gaze darting around for an escape he knew didn’t exist.

Lestrange recoiled slightly at his reaction. For a moment, her mask of composure faltered. She frowned, her lips forming a slight moue of confusion, tilting her head as if trying to solve a particularly puzzling riddle.

“Why are you reacting like that?” she asked serenely, though a genuine note of curiosity colored her tone. Her eyes studied him closely, searching for answers in his every move. “I just wanted to see if you were okay… after all that.”

Neville, still on edge, felt the air thick with awkwardness. Yet something in her tone—perhaps the absence of mockery or malice—disarmed him slightly. He hesitated for a moment before offering a shy, tense smile, one that failed to completely erase his unease.

“Oh… I’m fine, thanks,” he murmured, his voice barely audible as his fingers fidgeted with the edge of the sheets like a lifeline.

That first encounter marked the beginning of an unusual friendship between Lestrange and Longbottom. Their moments together were small and almost insignificant: quick exchanges between classes, rushed chats while descending staircases, or brief conversations after dinner when the castle’s hallways were filled with echoes and shadows. Yet, these moments became something they both looked forward to, almost without realizing it.

In a matter of weeks, they had developed an improbable friendship, woven through laughter and fleeting comments. Until one day, everything changed.

That afternoon, before dinner, Neville and Morwenna were playing a game of Gobstones at the long Hufflepuff table. The table, situated next to a warm fireplace, seemed like the perfect spot for a friendly game, away from the cold that battered the castle. The pieces crackled slightly with every move, charged with that mischievous magic that made the game such an unpredictable experience.

“Ugh! How disgusting!” Neville exclaimed suddenly, jumping back when the characteristic foul-smelling liquid of the Gobstones splattered on his face. His expression was one of pure disgust as he hurriedly wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweater, wrinkling his nose as if he could banish the smell with a grimace.

In the distance, Harry and Ron were playing wizard’s chess, their shouts of frustration and bursts of laughter filling the air. Although the Great Hall was full of students, the atmosphere was more relaxed than noisy, with scattered laughter and quiet conversations filling the space.

“Why is it always me?” Neville muttered, looking at the pieces with a mix of resignation and frustration.

Morwenna couldn’t help it. The scene was too funny: Neville’s face covered in that disgusting liquid, his expression of absolute defeat… It was just too much for her. A burst of laughter escaped her lips, echoing through the hall and drawing a few curious glances. She leaned back, holding her stomach, her feet dangling from the large wooden bench. She almost fell to the floor, her uncontrollable laughter almost contagious.

Neville looked at her, half-indignant, half-amused, as he tried to regain some dignity. Despite the mess, he couldn’t help but smile a little. There was something refreshing about Morwenna’s carefree laughter, even if it was at his expense.

However, that peace and laughter didn’t last long. The harmony of the moment shattered when Draco Malfoy appeared on the scene, flanked as always by his inseparable cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. The gang moved through the hall with their usual arrogance, their mocking laughs ringing out as a nearby girl ran off, visibly affected by their cruel remarks.

Draco, with his swaggering walk and that smirk that irritated so many, headed straight toward where Neville and Morwenna were. Stopping in front of them, he raised an eyebrow with disdain.

“Huh, what’s a Lestrange like you doing associating with a coward like Longbottom?” he said, as if the idea was so ridiculous it barely warranted his attention.

Neville, who had been wiping his face from the remains of the Gobstones’ foul liquid, stopped dead. His expression immediately changed. The usual nervousness that defined him gave way to something completely different: anger. His hands trembled slightly as he turned his gaze to Morwenna, who was watching him in confusion.

“Lestrange?” Neville repeated, his voice trembling between disbelief and rage. “Is your mother Bellatrix Lestrange?”

The young girl, clearly startled, blinked rapidly. Hearing her mother’s name on Neville’s lips was not something she had expected, and a bad feeling crept over her. With an effort, she kept her tone neutral.

“Yes? Why? Do you know her?” she asked, curiosity in her voice, though there was a hint of unease as she set the Gobstones aside.

Neville stood up from his seat, his fists clenched. His expression, once warm and calm, was now filled with pain and fury.

“Your parents tortured mine!” he suddenly shouted, his voice cutting through the hall and silencing all conversations. Every eye turned toward them, the atmosphere instantly thick with tension.

Morwenna’s face changed. Neville’s words hit her like a misfired spell, leaving her momentarily frozen. But soon, her confusion gave way to indignation.

“What are you talking about!? My parents didn’t do that, you’re crazy!” she exclaimed, slamming both hands on the table as she stood up in front of him. Her voice, usually calm, now resonated with a mix of anger and confusion.

The atmosphere was unbearably tense. Draco, in the background, grinned maliciously, enjoying the spectacle he had caused. Harry and Ron had stopped their game of wizard’s chess to watch, and a few students whispered softly, unable to look away.

“You’re lying! My parents would never do something like that!” Morwenna yelled, pointing a finger at Neville as her eyes blazed with a mix of fury and confusion. Her voice rang out with an intensity that seemed to drown everything else, and more than one student in the hall jumped.

“I’m not lying!” Neville shot back, stepping toward her, his face flushed with anger. “Your parents, Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, used the Cruciatus Curse on mine. They left them broken! There’s nothing you can say to change what they did!”

Morwenna took a step back, not out of fear, but because of the intensity of his emotions. She felt a mixture of disbelief and rage burning inside her, as if every word from Neville was a direct attack on her very identity. “My parents died fighting for what they believed was right!” she shouted, clenching her fists as her voice faltered for a moment before regaining its firm tone. “You have no right to blame me for things I don’t even know happened! It’s easy to talk about things you don’t understand, Longbottom!”

Neville frowned, his eyes filled with a sadness he couldn’t hide. “Right? That’s what they told you? That torturing innocent people is right? That explains why you’re on Malfoy’s side! You’re just like them!”

That comment was the final spark. Morwenna slammed both hands on the table, causing some Gobstones to roll off the edge. “Shut up!” she yelled with such force that the murmur of the hall vanished completely. Her eyes glinted with an intensity that many had seen before, but not in her — in the tales of Bellatrix Lestrange.

With one last frustrated snort, Morwenna grabbed her cloak and turned sharply. “I’m not staying here listening to your lies, Neville Longbottom!” she spat before storming off, her face flushed and her fists clenched.

Draco, who had been standing off to the side, enjoying the show, grinned widely, clearly satisfied. As he passed Neville, he tossed a sharp remark in a tone so loud that the entire hall heard it.

“Good job, Longbottom. Now you’re not just a coward, but an idiot too.”

With a cruel laugh, Draco followed his cousin down the corridor, signaling for Crabbe and Goyle to join him.

Neville stood there, breathing heavily, as the gazes of the other students pierced through him. Harry and Ron quickly approached, but Neville couldn’t hear what they were saying. His mind was trapped in the fight, in the furious face of Morwenna, and in the words he had shouted.

[tippilo]

Now that Dramione month is over, have a Tomione!

Nightmare by @provocative-envy

This is the first tomione I ever read. Obsessed! Drew me in and I devoured it! Two days after finishing it, I started plotting my own tomione. This holds a special place in my heart and it really is fantastic! Tom Riddle, in all his glory! I love the way the author shows his perspective through journal entries scattered throughout the story.

(Cover designed by me)

READ HERE!

[ravenclawcumlaude]

Knights of Walpurgis as young Slytherin students.

The Boys 🐍

Avery 🤍

Lestrange 🖤

Mulciber 🤎

Nott 🩶

Rosier ❤️

Tom 💚

[harrypotterprops]

Family crests: Malfoy, Lestrange, Black and Dumbledore.

From Harry Potter and Fantastic Beasts.

Rookwood's

I don't know the original source.

[detournementsmineurs]

"Ensemble de Flacons" d'Alexandre Rouhier contenant des préparations de "Yagé" de la Collection d'Aymon de Lestrange (1880-1968) à l'exposition "Visions Chamaniques" au Musée du Quai Branly, février 2024.

[victorialestrange]

Leta & Newt 🖤

So... It's middle of the night and I'm thinking of Leta and Newt again. But anyway, I just wanted to share my thoughts with u!! Ik that Newtina is canon, but honestly... I never shipped these two. I tried to like them, but I can't, and I have the same problem with Theta. I can't see the chemistry between them, it all feels forced to me. On the other hand, Newt and Leta were something else, but let's start with the beggining. — Their relationship at Hogwarts: Leta was always judged because of her ancestry. Everyone saw her as a Lestrange, that girl with her dark family legacy. Everyone, but Newt. He saw her for who she really was, and he loved her. We know that she was his first love, and I think she has fallen in love with him as well. I mean... She literally carved their initials in her own desk. ''L+N'' like... y'all can't tell me he was just a friend to her. Oh, he also took blame for her experiment. And this scene under the tree... they were meant to kiss. — Their relationship after Hogwarts: Newt literally had her photo in his suitcase even after all those years, and when they met in the ministry... The way they looked at each other. Friends don't look at friends that way. Their chemistry was obvious. When she told everyone the truth about Corvus, Newt was her comfort once again. He was the first one to tell her that it wasn't her fault, that it's alright. ''Oh Newt, you never met a monster you couldn't love.'' yeah, this quote broke my heart into pieces, but... when she said ''monster'' she meant herself. ''Love''. I think it says everything. And then she dies for him. And yeah, ''i love you'' could be towards them both, but the movement of camera... It showed Newt first for a reason. So yeah, I think her confession was to Newt. I said what I said!! — My theories / headcanons: Soo... Her engagement with Theseus is complicated, but I think she didn't let herself be with Newt, 'cause he was too good, too pure. She didn't want to hurt him, since she saw herself as a monster, and Theseus was the closest thing to Newt she could've ever had. And I also like this headcanon that Newt carried Pickett with him because it reminded him of the old times at Hogwarts. The day when he showed Leta bowtruckles. The day that they fell in love. — I love them so damn much, and I think no one can change my mind lol, but I respect all opinions!! Soo, if u ever wanted to have a rp with them both, feel free to write!!

[livelaughlovetoread]

Chemical Affinity

Odette Fleamont/Walter Potter ⚛︎ Rated E ⚛︎ Part 4 of Chemical ⚛︎

The story of James Potter's Great-Grand Parents.

When dissimilar chemical species are attracted and capable of forming a chemical compound, it's referred to as chemical affinity. Odette Fleamont never took the last name Lestrange, and her ex-husband Raphael hated her for it. But her name had more history than his, and she was the last of her line. She had been a good wife, never complained, led a successful career, and bore him four children. One son and three daughters. Five years ago, she left him after he hit her son, and she was granted a divorce in France. Now, he's suing for custody in England. But Odette comes from the Fleamonts, Flamels, and the Fawleys. She has power, money, and she will use all of it to and do anything to protect her children. Even if it means marrying again.

Chapter One: Lawyers

[blackione]

bellamelia

[abouttimeoc]

[mental-illness-final-boss]

My friend does stage school, which is theatre, and she is doing chitty chitty bang bang and there is this guy she is doing it with and I kind you not his surname is LESTRANGE I have never met him but his name has such a significance that I just love him me and my friend just rave about his name and also that he is in my own words a 'cunty straight' thought everyone would like to know

[sweetblinginrose]

𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕞𝕖,

𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖!

ღ pairing: Neville Longbottom × OCfem!Lestrange

ღ summary: Morwenna Evangelinne Lestrange was born on October 31, 1980, on a dark and stormy night that seemed to foreshadow her destiny. Daughter of the feared marriage of Death Eaters Bellatrix Black and Rodolphus Lestrange, her arrival into the world was marked by the echo of dark magic and power.

Barely a year after her birth, her parents were arrested and imprisoned in Azkaban for their active involvement in the First Wizarding War. They were loyal accomplices of Lord Voldemort, committing acts of unspeakable cruelty. With her parents behind bars, the guardianship of Morwenna fell to her aunt Narcisa Malfoy, who had also given birth to a son that same year. Thus, Gelinne and her cousin Draco were raised together in the opulent Malfoy Manor, under the strict supervision of Lucius.

From an early age, Gelinne was taught the most elegant and refined manners. Lucius Malfoy insisted that, as a pureblood, she must maintain an impeccable appearance and impeccable conduct. Morwenna's education was rigorous, designed to instill in her the values and superiority of her lineage.

Over the years, Gelinne grew up alongside Draco, sharing not only their education but also the ignorance of her parents' crimes. She knew of them only by their names and their portraits, imposing and mysterious figures that adorned the walls of the manor.

Finally, the anticipated moment came to attend the prestigious school of magic, Hogwarts. Alongside her cousin Draco, Morwenna quickly earned the respect of her fellow Slytherins and other students, thanks to her distinguished bearing and innate magical ability.

ღ warning: It mentions torture, death, bullying, abuse, evil, distress, sex…

ღ a/n: this is a work created by me, which means I haven't relied on anyone or anything to make it, and I don't accept any adaptation or translation since l've already taken care of both myself c:

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ღ chapter one

ღ chapter two

ღ chapter three

ღ chapter four

[orchideous-nox]

GREAT

rudolfus and rabastans dad (no clue what his name is) would give mad head. thats all sleep well.

Ngl I had to ask Alex who this was but Félicien yes, completely forgot how he was related to them 😂

I had to have a little chat with our quibbler overlord because I'm not super confident on this character and it was decided that if it feels gay then prooobably not. I'm interested in who you guys could picture him with though!

[prettygreenpills]

anything for helen, for her birthday. maybe a soft cissy oneshot

Hello anon, I tried to do my best:)

Birthday girl - Narcissa Malfoy

warnings: pure fluff

When you heard a sound of someone appearing in the house, you immediately knew who it was. You smiled for yourself and walked straight to the hall of the Manor. When you saw the skinny blonde, you suddenly felt so peaceful.

“Darling I am home!” You heard her shout into the huge house and you smiled.

“I know love,” you said only and started making your way towards the doors. You walked down the stairs and you knew that Narcissa was watching you.

“Are we planning something for today darling?” She asked you and she already knew what it was. Narcissa didn’t really celebrate her birthday, it was always just some small gift. But this year, as she was turning forty, you decided to make it special.

“You know very well that we are celebrating today,” you said as you wrapped your hands around her neck and kissed her.

“Okay and why are you in pajamas?” She asked you with a soft laugh on her lips and you smirked.

“I said it’s special. Your pajamas are prepared in your bathroom. I will wait for you in the cinema room, hm?” You offered her and Narcissa lifted her eyebrows.

“Pajamas and cinema room?” She asked back and you just sent her a kiss, turning away from her.

“I’ll meet you there!” You shouted as you were walking away from her and you were walking across the house. Arriving to the kitchen you opened the huge fridge. The first thing which you was was a bottle of champagne. Frowning a little you closed it and took two wine glasses and a bottle of the most finest wine which you had at home.

You prepared everything onto the kitchen counter. Checking if you really had everything, you took all the stuff you prepared and put it onto the tray. You walked over to the cinema room and lit up the lights, seeing the huge bed prepared.

You placed the champagne onto the bedside table and then you started thinking. It needed something more special. With a flick of your wrist, you conjured a bowl of strawberries and another bowl of boiled chocolate.

The water in the bathroom stopped. You flicked your wrists again and the whole room went dark except for the little lights which were all over the room. Narcissa’s favorite movie was prepared and it was about to be played on the white wall.

“Sweetie?”

“Cinema room love,” you shouted back and waited for her. When you saw the door handle move, you stepped closer and opened the door for Narcissa, but only few inches. “Close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“It’s a surprise,” you said and opened the doors making sure if her eyes were closed. When you saw her like that, you smiled, placing your hands over her eyes and you walked behind her.

“Y/n, what’s going on? And why do I smell levander candles?” Narcissa asked and you only smiled, kissing her onto her naked shoulder since she only had her nightgown on.

“It’s a surprise, remember?”

You led her inside of the room. Closing the doors behind you two, you leant closer and kissed her again, with words:

“Happy birthday,” you whispered and took your hands off her face.

The following thing what happened was…. Silence. You took Narcissa’s hand and walked next to her so you were standing side by side and looked at her.

“Y/n-“ she said and looked at you. Smiling at her innocently, you took her face into your hands and rested your forehead against hers.

“Happy birthday beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Narcissa thanked and you saw that her eyes were glistening. You took her chin and led the woman into a kiss. Placing your hands onto her hips, you kissed her deeply and you felt how Narcissa relaxed. “Y/n- when did you-“

“Hush,” you shushed her as soon as you released her from the prison of your lips and kissed her once again. Taking her by her hands, you backed to the bed and sat down. Narcissa sat onto your thighs and she kept kissing you.

When you tasted salt on your lips, you softly pulled away and brushed her cheeks with your thumbs. Narcissa breathed out and looked you into your eyes.

“I will start your favorite movie and we can cuddle,” you said with a little kiss arriving onto her nose.

“We are watching Princess’s diaries?”

“Of course,” you smiled at her and started the movie with a smooth movement of your fingers. You took Narcissa’s thighs and moved up to the headboard. Narcissa rolled off your body and you were laying next to each other.

Reaching out your hands, you took the two glasses of champagne. Narcissa took it with a smile on her lips and then she raised her glass.

“To you my love,” you said and Narcissa blushed. Hardly. She took a sip from her glass and you did as well. She handed the glass to you and you placed them both onto the bedside table again. Then you moved closer to Narcissa and she laid onto your chest, her face turned to the movie.

Knowing that she was enjoying it, you started playing with her hair. Curling it around your finger, you weren’t watching the movie but you were watching her.

Narcissa’s face was rested. All the small wrinkles seemed like ironed and when you saw her beautiful eyes, you knew that she was feeling good. Blinking from time to time she was interested in the movie clearly.

By a wave of your finger you moved the strawberries with chocolate in front of her. She looked down at them and then she looked up at you, earning a forehead kiss from her lover. Seeing that she was blushing even harder, you smiled.

“I love you so much,” Narcissa whispered and you leant closer.

“I love you even more princess,” you whispered back and conjured Narcissa a tiara. She chuckled like a teenager and you looked at her. “May I?”

“Yes.”

You softly placed the diamond tiara into her hair and Narcissa kept looking up. When she looked at you, she blowed you a kiss and you pretended to catch it with your lips, kissing her back in the air. And then Narcissa turned all of her attention to the movie.

You looked at Narcissa carefully. You couldn’t see in her face that she was getting older and older every day, she seemed like the young woman you fell in love with, even after all those years. The young girl who had always had a smile on her face and it didn’t matter what was going on.

Being happy that she finally got a whole day for herself and mostly about herself, you hoped she liked it. Your attention turned back to the movie and your hand was playing with her hair.

That one moment you realized that, there will be a lot more birthdays you would spend with her. A lot more beautiful and peaceful moments you could enjoy. There was no rush. She was all you wanted and desired. She was your perfect birthday girl.

[a-lover-still]

Raphael Lestrange

“That’s disgusting,” Lestrange snarled. “They made the two of you live like muggles for all those years, no clue about your blood rite. That’s wrong.”

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