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@sapphicmicrofics nobleflower angst (dark mark prompt)

"Cissy..." Alice hisses, tears threatening to spill.

Narcissa hates the disappointment in her face, hates the disapproving slant of her brows, hates the expression that says she's too far gone for saving.

Alice used to look at her like she was worthy. Like she was redeemable. So much so, that Narcissa had almost believed it.

She needs Alice to see her that way again.

"But I didn't get it!" Narcissa pulls up her sleeve for proof. Her creamy skin is unmarred. "I didn't get the mark, Al."

"You may as well have!" Alice shouts angrily. "You're letting that... that maniac stay in your house!"

"It's only for a little while... Lucius says-"

"Lucius?! Why are you still letting him run your life?"

"Alice..."

The silence stretches uncomfortably for a moment too long.

"Oh, Merlin. You're never going to leave are you?" Alice's eyes are wide, staring at Narcissa like she could disappear any second.

"I- I will. I want to. I- Alice, listen, I can't just-"

Alice shakes her head, and the tears roll down her cheeks, brown eyes glistening. She gives Narcissa a tiny smile, one of resignation.

"I keep thinking you'll change, but you never do."

Narcissa's throat burns with tears, but she keeps her face cold, expressionless like she's been taught. "Al..." she croaks.

Alice leans in and kisses Narcissa, just a gentle press of lips, a token, something that she can keep for later to remember her by. Alice lingers, eyes closed to take in the moment, but Narcissa doesn't look away for a second. She desperately tries to memorize the slope of her lips, the dark flutter of lashes on flushed cheeks, the curl of hair resting across Alice's forehead.

"I wish we could have been different," Alice whispers.

~140 words

When Hermione stepped through the floo to Narcissa’s cottage, the stylish older witch didn’t await her at the other side as usual. Nor sat any teacups, saucers or petit fours on the coffee table.

“Narcissa?” She called out into the empty room.

The scuff of loose slippers was the only indication that anyone was home at all. Meekly, Narcissa shuffled into the living room, not looking her lavish self.

“Are you alright?” Hermione asked, rather stupidly.

Narcissa shook her head, holding out a small piece of parchment. It read:

‘I’m rather unwell and I’ve lost my voice, would you allow me to try something?’

She answered, glancing between the note and the woman in front of her. “Of course, anything you need.”

Not a second later, a voice echoed through her mind, Narcissa’s voice, although Hermione knew she hadn’t spoken.

“Hello, darling.”

(Minerva/Poppy, 87 words, @sapphicmicrofics)

Minerva was always pleased when she saw two female students holding hands or sneaking off to be alone. When she was younger, she would never have done that. It was simply not allowed. 

This new generation could get away with it. 

Panicked

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Pairing: Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson Rating: T WC: 50

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(Narcissa/Hermione, 250 words, ao3, @sapphicmicrofics)

“Darling, I would like nothing more than to wake up with you every morning. Please say you’ll move in with me.“

Hermione had started walking further into the room but froze two steps away from Narcissa and slowly turned around. Narcissa winced at the inelegant timing of her question. She’d meant to give Hermione time to explore rather than just blurting it out the minute they entered the last room on the tour.

“It doesn’t have to be here,” Narcissa continued. “We could move into your flat or find somewhere new together. Whatever you want.”

Another beat of silence and Narcissa started to panic. It was too early. They were only months into their relationship and this was Hermione’s first time visiting Black Manor. As Narcissa stood there, mentally berating herself, the surprise on Hermione’s face was slowly overtaken by a brilliant smile.

“Yes,” the younger witch said breathlessly as she stepped back towards Narcissa, grabbing both of the blonde’s hands in her own. “I would love to live with you.”

Narcissa let out a sigh of relief. Of course it worked. Her plan was genius, her timing impeccable. Narcissa had expertly exploited this particular weakness of Hermione’s.

“Marvelous!” Narcissa exclaimed. “So, here or —”

Hermione chuckled. “You only gave me a minute to take in the library, but I think you know very well that I can’t agree to live anywhere else now that I’ve seen it. This was a cunning way to ask.”

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"I can't believe I got detention. It's all your fault!" - Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson

Fleurmione - 500 words @sapphicmicrofics

vampire AU

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“Do you really like that color lipstick or can you not hide the stains of who you are anymore?”

Hermione chuckles darkly in response, pointed teeth briefly peeking out beneath the dark red of her lips.

Her iron grip tightens over Fleur’s wrists which are held above her head against the wall, and with her free hand she trails a finger down the blonde’s nose. Merciless eyes rise to meet her defiant ones the moment her fingertip drops to the dip of the hunter’s upper lip.

It’s a low blow, wrenching Fleur’s heart with long-buried memories, which is undoubtedly her intent.

Tracing soft smiles in bed. Tender reminders of how the cupid’s bow was her favorite part of the blonde’s mouth.

All ashes now in the years Fleur has hunted her.

“You can lick it off and find out,” dares Hermione, hips pressing against hers, the finger on her mouth moving to rest provocatively on her chest.

Honey-brown eyes are hard in a way they never were in life. A fact Fleur still finds disconcerting. But there’s something else there saying the offer is real. A longing she recognizes from their days as clueless teenagers. A steadfast need that grew stronger through five years of marriage.

For all the vampire’s toying and flirting, mocking and taking advantage of their past whenever possible, her desire has never been this genuine. Or maybe Fleur refused to see it as such. Yet here Hermione is, wanting her.

The temptation is terrible. To taste her. To feel that softness again and pretend for however long it lasts that their love is alive and well.

Years ago she would have spat at the vampire in righteous anger. But two decades without her wife have been lonely. And she’s so damn tired.

“Please,” the blonde whispers, trembling. From fear or anticipation, she can’t tell.

Surprisingly, the grip on her wrists loosens. The brunette leans forward, nuzzling into her cheek.

“Oh my Fleur,” breathes Hermione. “How I’ve missed you.”

The ache of it is unmistakable. The same ache that’s lived within her all these years. Her eyes sting as she slackens and surrenders.

Lips swiftly take hers, and it’s everything Fleur remembers and more. She only registers that her wrists are free once Hermione’s arms wrap around her. Holding her like she’ll never let go. Her tongue sliding against hers just like she used to. Like she needs her. Like she loves her.

Instead of reaching for the stake hidden in her boot, Fleur pulls Hermione closer, gasping and crying into her mouth that she’s missed her, too. That she can’t lose her again.

“Shh, I know. I know,” soothes Hermione, her thumbs wiping away Fleur’s tears, gentle kisses muting her whimpers.

Until at last, a cold hand cradles her chin and slowly turns her face, exposing her neck.

Fleur waits breathlessly, her heart stuttering at the flash of fangs before feeling kiss-warmed lips smear over her skin.

“Forever will only hurt for a second, my love.”

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Words: 100 | Prompt: Tears | Rating: Teen

For @sapphicmicrofics' prompt "tears", canon compliant angst <3