Old timer. I write primarily bellamione and blackcest (black sisters mostly. I like to call them Black Trinity) fics, but I will also take requests for swan queen and HP fandom.
Why do you like Bellamione so much? It's so toxic.
You've answered it. On paper, the ship is a bit toxic and that's why I enjoy reading it. I would never want bellamione to happen in canon. However, I love reading bellamione fanfic. Bellatrix and Hermione, in my opinion, are two sides of a coin, so to speak. In another world, Hermione could have just as easily fought for the Dark and Bellatrix could have fought for the Light. It's also interesting to play with their characters and explore the interesting dynamic between them.
A lot of Bellamione fics explore things like grief, redemption, justice, forgiveness, who is allowed to change and who makes that decision, the impact of abuse/historic abuse, etc...
Plus, it's just an interesting ship - the whole dark vs light.
I only have two small fics on AO3, but I am currently writing two more. One is a long fic, and the other is another one-shot. I'll try to get to it before the new year.
Wrote this for a fest a year ago. Posting it here.
The floorboards creak beneath Andromeda's weight as she leans against the wall in the dimly lit hallway. Her breath catches in her throat from the sight of a dishevelled Bellatrix shuffling towards her.
“So, this is where you’ve hidden away? Still playing house with that filthy man, I see?” Bellatrix goads.
Andromeda doesn’t fall for the bait. Instead, she holds her head higher. "Why are you here?"
Bellatrix cocks her head to the side and looks over at her sister. "I was itching for a family reunion. For old times, sake"
The younger sister scoffs at that. “You’re no family of mine.”
Bellatrix smirks. “ You and I both know that blood ties are not so easily severed.”
Her words hang in the air. Andromeda instinctively runs her hands over the faint scar on her throat.
“Toujours Pur.” Bellatrix's taunts. “It’s the only way.”
Andromeda shakes her head. “And where has that gotten you, Bellatrix?” Andromeda finds her confidence. “Perhaps you’ve been twisted up so long, you’ve forgotten how genuine love feels.”
Bellatrix smirks as she takes a few steps forward. “Perhaps it is you who has forgotten. Shall I remind you?” She takes another step and reaches for her sister.
Andromeda jerks away and brandishes her wand. “Don’t you dare come any closer.”
Bellatrix's cackle bounces off the walls and fills the space between them. “How does it feel, knowing that you've betrayed your family for a life of mediocrity?” Another step forward.
Andromeda tightens her hold.
“He doesn’t satisfy you.” It wasn’t a question. “He is but a feeble substitute for what you truly crave.”
Andromeda has had enough. She shoots forward, releasing a wordless spell in a frantic attempt to keep her sister at bay. With a twisted grin, Bellatrix takes hold of her younger sister’s arm, snaring and twisting it in an iron grip until the wand drops to the floor.
“You’ve lost your touch, Andy.” Bellatrix drawls before snaking her free hand under her sister’s waistband.
Andromeda snaps, quickly twisting and releasing her arm. She firmly clasps her hand onto Bellatrix’s throat and forcefully propels her against the wall, leaving the dark witch gasping for air in surprise.
“I don’t need a wand to kill you.” The younger woman sneers.
“There she is.” Bellatrix rasps.
Andromeda squeezes tightly, but Bellatrix only gives a strained moan. “There’s the Andromeda I know.”
“You disgust me,” She watches as Bellatrix’s face begins to colour. “I should kill you where you stand.” Andromeda's chest heaves in anger, disgust, and…
Desire .
Andromeda lunges forward and roughly meets her sister's lips. Her tongue darts out, finding Bellatrix’s own. “I hate you,” Andromeda whispers between searing kisses, releasing Bellatrix’s throat and grabbing a fist full of dark curls.
“I know.” Bellatrix retorts, sucking in much-needed air.
Andromeda finds Bellatrix's neck, sucking the fresh bruise forming. She feels Bellatrix moan from deep in her throat. “I fucking hate you,” Andromeda whispers in the dark witch's ear.
“How much,” Bellatrix smirks, exploring under Andromeda’s dress. “How much do you hate me?” She roughly guides her hands under.
Andromeda gasps as she feels Bellatrix hover over her wet and hot core.
“This much?” Bellatrix moans.
“Fuck.” Andromeda breathes out as she rolls her hips against her sister’s hand.
The dark witch chuckles as she brings her lips to Andromeda’s. “You’ve missed this,” She says, pressing further. “Don’t deny it.” Bellatrix leans back against the wall, smirking.
Andromeda knew this was wrong. She knew it was wrong from the start, ever since she shared a drunken kiss with her sister all of those years ago. A curiously drunken kiss awakened something in her. It was clumsy at first, both of them clamouring for a quick one before their mother came back home. Before long, soft inexperienced fumbles quickly turned into long nights of passionate explorations. Andromeda could not get enough. She remembers the glorious feeling of getting fucked senseless by her sister. She misses it. She misses –
“Andy,” Bellatrix pants. She guides her hand under her lace knickers and finding her prize.
Andromeda parts her legs, takes hold of her sister’s hand, and tries to guide her deeper.
Bellatrix seethes at her sister’s neediness. She forcibly grabs Andromeda’s core, making her breath hitch. “Chasing it like a whore, aren’t you?”
Andromeda could only smirk at her sister’s words. “It’s been too long.”
Oh, she misses this.
Bellatrix stops and retreats her hand, much to Andromeda’s disappointment. Bellatrix turns Andromeda around, slamming her face forward. She catches the wall with her hands, taking the brunt of the force.
“I thought about you,” Bellatrix says.
“Thought about how to kill me.” Andromeda pipes sarcastically.
“And some.” Bellatrix smirks.
The older witch hikes up Andromeda’s robes and grabs her ass, raking her nails across her.
“Oh, fuck. Don’t tease me.” Andromeda leans back, grinding her ass against her sister.
She feels Bellatrix hook her hands in her laced underwear and drag them down. “Bella.” Andromeda pleads. With a wave of Bellatrix's hand, she feels her remaining clothes disappear.
Andromeda shivers as she sees her sister’s dark eyes on her. She aches knowing just how much of a mess she must look - naked, bruised, and ready - just how she likes her.
Suddenly Andromeda pulls her sister close and kisses her - devouring her, really. She needs her.
“On your knees.” Andromeda purrs.
Bellatrix hisses and then sinks deep to her knees. Andromeda quickly fists Bellatrix’s hair in anticipation. Fuck, it’s been way too long since anyone-
“Ohh, yes!” She throws her head back as she feels her the dark witch's tongue on her.
Bellatrix moans, sending much-appreciated vibrations through Andromeda. “Bella.” She begs.
She must look shameful - here she is naked and riding her sister’s tongue like her life depends on it. She smiles at the thought. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Bellatrix’s tongue slid between her folds, darting in and out of her. She sucks, placing just the right pressure.
“More, Bella,” Andromeda cries out. “Oh, fuck. Please, I need more.” Andromeda rides her harder and urges her on.
Bellatrix obliges, sucking her clit and slowly pumps two fingers inside her sister.
Andromeda can’t get enough of it.
“B-Bella!” She feels the first wave hit her like lightning as she comes right over her Bellatrix, who gladly takes it all.
Andromeda shutters, catching her breath. She feels her legs tremble as the aftershocks hit her. She tries her best to stay upright-
“Oh, no no no,” Bellatrix catches her and holds her up. “Oh, we aren’t done yet, my sweet.” She guides Andromeda to the console table. The older witch kisses her roughly, running her tongue across her lips. “I want you all to myself.”
Andromeda cries out in pleasure as Bellatrix presses two fingers inside of her again.
“My sweet ‘dromeda.” Bellatrix breathes.
Fuck . “Yes…Yes!” Andromeda feels Bellatrix hot mouth on her breast, biting and tugging her nipple. “Bella, I…I love you. God, I love–.”
Bellatrix releases her nipple and leans into her. “Liar.” She adds another finger, curling inside and finding just the right spot.
Andromeda snaps her head back as Bellatrix pounds inside of her. She grabs her sister’s shoulders and digs her nails into her skin.
“You feel so good, my love. So good.” Bellatrix rasps. “‘Dromeda.”
“I need more, Bella. More of you.”
Dark eyes meet in understanding.
Bellatrix slows and gently pulls away, fingers soaked. She quickly retrieves her wand, pulls down her clothes and mutters an incantation.
Andromeda bites her lip as she feels the bulge against her. She closes her eyes, remembering the first time she allowed Bellatrix to take her like this. They nearly got caught that time.
It doesn’t take long for her to adjust to Bellatrix and soon her sister finds a slow agonizing rhythm.
“Mmm!” Bellatrix exclaims as she sinks deeper. Her breath catches as Andromeda matches her speed and pulls her closer.
“Come on, Bella. I know you didn’t come all of this way for a tamed fuck.” Andromeda dares.
That elicits a dark growl from her sister. “Watch your tongue.” Bellatrix warns, but speeds up anyway.
Soon, they both are panting uncontrollably as Bellatrix thrusts deeply into Andromeda.
“Mmhm, yes… Bella!” She bobs her head back, letting out a sound between laughter and a sob. “Oh fuck. Oh, fuck! Bella-”
Between her loud obscenities, Bellatrix’s deep grunts, and the obscene banging of the table beneath her, she should be embarrassed but –
“Fuck me, Bella!” She’s begging and babbling like an idiot now.
She hears a crash and vaguely notices the Muggle picture frame of her and Ted smashed on the floor. Bellatrix notices it too.
“He can never make you feel like this.” Bellatrix grabs Andromeda’s throat. “He’s not good enough for you.”
She could feel Bellatrix speed up, digging deeper and deeper into her with every stroke.
“Damn you,” Bellatrix hisses.
Andromeda feels Bellatrix's arms tighten around her. She hears her ragged breath and knows she won't last too much longer. "Come on, Bella."
“‘Dromeda, fuck! I–Oh!”
“Yes, Bella!” Andromeda screams in pleasure as feels Bellatrix push deeply inside of her. Andromeda comes, and tightens her legs around the dark witch. “Bella.” She whispers.
After a moment, Andromeda kisses her sister lovingly. “My turn,” Andromeda says seductively. She runs her hands over Bellatrix’s dress and comes across a small dagger tucked in her waist belt.
Bellatrix’s eyebrow rises as Andromeda examines the dagger.
“For old times' sake?” Andromeda whispers, hotly.
Bellatrix hums as Andromeda brings the dagger to Bellatrix’s throat and lightly runs it across, leaving small drops of blood in its wake.
“Toujours pur.” Bellatrix mutters, as Andromeda kisses the drops away.
In the aftermath of the war, Hermione, now working for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, is assigned to a murder case in Muggle London with suspected magical involvement. After discovering a disturbing connection to dark magic, Hermione reluctantly recruits Bellatrix to stop a cunning serial killer whose ritualistic slayings share deep connections to ancient Black family magic.
Just an idea I had in my head. Maybe I will write it one day.
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