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I’m on a small hiatus besties ❤️ I’m still occasionally writing but so far I’m not gonna be posing anything for a while. I’ll leave my requests open for now but I can’t promise they’ll get done any time soon x

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I might have to come out of hibernation to write monkleya 🫢

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being a monkleya truther is so hilarious because they literally have 5 scenes together

[spoonstra]

The most tragic thing Netflix has ever done is cancel Warrior Nun. It's genuinely one of the best shows they had. The plot was so original, you had complex characters with interesting relationships with one another, and the lore was actually so interesting. I will forever mourn the lost potential of that show.

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There’s a natural progression of starting on wattpad, graduating to tumblr and then eventually upgrading to ao3. I don’t make the rules.

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Everyone should read their own fanfics recreationally tbh this shit fucking rules. It's like the author knows exactly what I like.

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why doesn’t that bitch ever update 😭

[nondelphic]

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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Going from ao3 back to wattpad is like going from your nice, grown-up house into a wendy house

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Salt and Sugar

Pairing: Bellatrix Black x Rita Skeeter, Narcissa Black x Alice Fortescue

Genre: Hurt no comfort, angst

Request: Nope!

Word count: 2821

Warnings: none

Summary: The one time Bellatrix chooses herself.

A/N: guess who had another burst of ADHD and sat to write this long ass fic in the space of a day? Me. Enjoy this sad quillkiller/nobleflower fic <3

“You’re a fucking coward and I never would have done this to you” 

Narcissa didn’t swear - not that Bellatrix knew of anyway. 

Of course, Alice would tell you something different. Alice would tell you that when you grazed your teeth over a certain spot on Narcissa’s neck she would whisper out a soft fuck; when the waistband of her underwear was pulled back and snapped against her skin she’d mutter out french curses. 

But Bellatrix didn’t know that. 

What Bellatrix did know was that her whole life was crashing around her. 

Who did she choose, herself or her sister? 

For the first time in a long time, she chose wrong.

~~~~~

Being a 6th year at Hogwarts had made Bellatrix confident. She had earned her reputation of being untouchable through hard work and some well placed curses. She was so confident she freely hung out with Skeeter, a lesser pureblood. 

Rita had also built her reputation up, perhaps with more difficulty than Bellatrix, she was a Black of course, but had built it up all the same. Rita had gone from being an unnoteworthy pureblood to completely controlling the gossip scene at Hogwarts. Rita Skeeter knew every single dirty little secret at Hogwarts and if you thought she didn’t know yours, you just had to give her time and she’d find that out too. Everyone knew not to cross Rita, just like everyone knew to steer clear of Bellatrix. The two of them made quite the intimidating pair. 

It was strange though, Skeeter never seemed to attack the House of Black with nearly the same amount of venom she ripped chunks out of others. That was the first sign that there was something more to the seemingly innocent truce between the two predators. There was a nervous energy to the Hogwarts student body when thinking of Bellatrix and Rita. Some thought they were firm rivals, only leaving each other vaguely unharmed due to mutually assured destruction. Others thought there was true respect between the two. A select few, only those closest to the pair, knew the truth. 

Narcissa was one who knew. She had walked into Bella’s room one day and found the two of them biting and licking and scratching at each other. Rita was wearing Bellatrix’s quidditch shirt and Bellatrix was wearing nothing. Safe to say Narcissa now knocks every time she visits her sister's room. They were like two pythons entwined, fighting for dominance and their next meal. It was almost hypnotic to watch the two of them. Unfortunately, Narcissa had a secret of her own. 

~~~~~

Alice Fortescue was a cocky, arrogant, self-righteous ass. 

Narcissa Black was a sneering, haughty, stuck-up bitch. 

When the two got paired up in a potions class, everyone thought it would end with one of them dead. Narcissa and Alice certainly tried to kill each other. Alice knocked Narcissa off her broom during a particularly intense quidditch training session and Narcissa retaliated by messing up Alice’s work in charms. 

Somewhere along the way the knocks in quidditch practice became a little less violent and a little softer. Alice once landed on top of Narcissa during a scuffle for the golden snitch and Narcissa had forgotten how to breathe. To this day she blames her breathlessness on having the wind knocked from her but Alice knows better. Alice only knows better because she too had lost her breath, seeing Narcissa sprawled out beneath her had fueled her in ways no man had ever done. 

Once Alice realised she didn't hate Narcissa but was hopelessly, madly in love with her, things got awkward. Alice stopped talking to Narcissa altogether, trying desperately not to fall deeper into a slytherin’s trap. Narcissa, who was also grappling with her own confusing emotions, decided she was absolutely not attracted to Alice and made out with Lucius Malfoy. Alice knocked him out cold during the final quidditch match of the season. Narcissa had found that unreasonably attractive and had kissed Alice’s knuckles while the latter blushed and stuttered. 

~~~~~

“Hurry up Andy” Narcissa called out to her trailing sister. 

The trio of sisters always sat together on the train. It was unfortunate that this would be the last year they would do so.

“I didn’t know you were so eager to return to mother and father” Andromeda shot back, lugging a large suitcase behind her. 

Bellatrix waltzed past them, levitating her luggage gracefully behind her. “Come Andy, has all that time with blood traitors made you forget your spells?”

Andromeda huffed and the three of them climbed into their unofficial cabin. 

The train ride was long and the girls kept themselves entertained but all three had their minds on someone else. They were all eager to get back to Hogwarts but the spring holiday had a long way to go. 

Three days had passed since Bellatrix had last seen Rita and she was starting to go a little mad. 

But there was a plan. 

A tap tapping at the circular window in the loft alerted Bella to her guest. She opened the window and in flew a beetle. Bella shuts the window softly and turns around, Rita already sitting on a dusty desk pushed up near the loft wall. 

The Black family Manor is an imposing building. Even Bellatrix, with all her bravado and a presence large enough to engulf Hogwarts, was nothing but a small shadow compared to the looming family home. Rita thought it was strange yet fitting that Bella’s family home made her seem so small. 

“You're late.” Bellatrix said dryly, “What was it this time? More gossip on the Lestrange’s?”

Rita smirked and crossed her legs slowly “Not this time. There’s something brewing at the Longbottoms. Not sure if it’s worth my time though…”

Bellatrix stood in silence, eyeing up Rita like prey. That’s what Rita loved about Bellatrix, the way her eyes always held just a glint of danger, of something lurking below, like a caged animal that was lulling you into a false sense of security before ripping your arm off. 

“Besides,” Rita continued “you’re one to talk, you thrive on disappearing. I was starting to think you’d found someone ‘more suitable’ to fuck. Maybe a Rosier or a Malfoy”

Bellatrix pushes herself off the beam she was leaning on and stalks over to Rita “You know you’re the only one interesting enough to hold my interest.” 

Bellatrix unfold’s Rita’s legs and nudges herself between them, standing dangerously close. 

Rita’s breath mingles with Bellatrix’s and she softens slightly. “Bella… If your parents find out they won't just disown you, they’ll kill me. Imagine the stain on their reputation if their eldest daughter is fucking some unknown, lesser, pureblood.”

“They won’t find out” Bellatrix mutters, her lips getting closer to Rita’s “I’ve covered my tracks”

Rita pulls away as Bella leans in for a kiss “This is dangerous.” 

The two sit in silence for a moment, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on them. 

“I think my parents might suspect something.” Bellatrix whispered out

Now Rita pulls away fully, looking at Bellatrix with betrayal, “And you invited me here anyway? Where they could find us at any minute? I knew you were crazy Black but I didn’t think you were that insane”. 

Bellatrix pushed her lips onto Rita’s, the kiss passionate and desperate. Rita wrapped her legs around Bella’s waist and pulled her closer, her hands tangling in Bellatrix’s untameable hair. Bellatrix gripped Rita’s hips like she was going to float away. Nails began to bite into skin and, like everything involving Rita and Bellatrix, blood was about to be spilt. 

Rita bit Bellatrix’s bottom lip and relished in the slightly metallic taste that entered her mouth. There was something they both found addictive about bleeding and being bled. Eventually the two pulled away from each other. 

“You have to be more careful Bella” Rita breathed out. “I can’t lose you.”

“I will be. Don’t worry.” Bellatrix kissed Rita’s forehead, enjoying the way her blood left a mark on Rita’s skin. 

“You could give them something else to look at” Rita said quietly, as if she hadn’t meant to say the words.

“What do you mean?” Bellatrix pulled away slightly, looking at Rita.

Rita refused to look back and Bellatrix “Narcissa.” 

“What?” There was a bite to Bellatrix’s tone now. She may love Rita but no one threatens her family. 

“I heard she was getting close to a particular lion.” 

“Part of the 28?” 

“No”

Bellatrix was silent. She couldn't have a blood traitor sister. Her parents would kill Narcissa. This relationship had to be stopped now. It was bad enough she was getting close with a Gryfindor, let alone someone not part of the sacred 28. Narcissa would understand, from what Rita had said she didn’t seem too close to this person.

“Who is it?” 

“Alice Fortescue.”

~~~~~

Dearest A,

It has been almost a full week since the end of term. I cannot believe I haven’t been able to see your face for so long. I was stargazing last night with my sisters and it reminded me of our own stargazing adventure last Autumn… Do you remember it? I wore your scarf - I think Bella would have a heart attack if she saw me in red and gold. You bought house elf wine… 

“I can’t believe you convinced me to lie to the house elves. You’ve officially corrupted me Black”

Narcissa giggled, the cold autumn air biting lightly at her cheeks as Alice sat down next to her. “Good. You were too well behaved. What did you tell them?”

Alice passed Narcissa the bottle of elf wine, letting her take a swig “One of the house elves owes me. I told him it was for ‘late night studying’ and he believed me!” 

Narcissa let out a content hum “Mmm this is good” She sighed into the cold night air. 

“Careful, complements will make me think you like me.”

Narcissa paused for a moment “I do like you. Probably too much”

Alice let out a lound, dramatic gasp “A Slytherin? Liking a Gryffindor? Someone call Skeeter because I've got the scandal of the century.”

The two laugh a little before the tone gets serious again.

“You joke,” Narcissa starts, staring out at the stars, “but my family would disown me if they knew what we’re doing.” 

Silence falls over them. 

“I know. That’s why I won't tell anyone. Not even Frank, and he’s my best friend.” 

Narcissa pushed Alice “I thought I was your best friend.”

“I don’t kiss my friends. Sorry Cissa.” Alice grins and leans in to kiss Narcissa. Their lips meet gently and softly, like there's no rush. 

They pull away and Narcissa lets out a soft sigh before shivering. 

“Are you cold?” Alice asks, unwrapping her scarf and giving it to Narcissa “Here, wear this.”

Narcissa smiles gratefully and puts the scarf on 

“You look good in my colours, Cissa.”

A peaceful atmosphere falls over them both, Narcissa points out different stars and Alice chimes in with her own made up stars and constellations. For a while there’s only the sound of wind and the occasional hoot of an owl. 

“Do you think about what happens when we leave Hogwarts?” Narcissa breaks the silence. 

“Sometimes. I see myself joining the Aurors, trying to make the world a little less awful. What about you?” Alice turns to face Narcissa 

“Marriage. Heirs. Money.” Narcissa takes another mouthful of the wine, the bottle was almost empty, she noted. 

“That doesn’t sound like much of a dream”

“It’s not. But if I give my family what they want of me then they won’t look any deeper into who I am.” Narcissa looks at Alice now “They won’t find out about you.”

“You could run. We could run.”

Narcissa laughs, not unkindly but with an edge to it “And go where Alice? My family have eyes and ears everywhere. We’d be hunted and I’d- Merlin, I’d be the reason you lost everything.”

“I’d give up everything for you.” Alice intertwines her fingers with Narcissa, her thumb rubbing her hand. 

“I know Alice, I know.”

Meet me by the large willow tree to the south of my family’s property. 

Yours, 

N

~~~~~

Bellatrix knows.

She knows that Alice and her sister are a thing.

She knows that Blacks love in an all-encompassing way. 

She knows that to save Rita she must sacrifice Alice. 

Bellatrix remembers seeing Alice at a Quidditch match once. She had been a scrappy first year and had performed surprisingly well. It was no wonder Narcissa was infatuated by her. But that’s all it was, infatuation. She would get over Alice, Bellatrix convinced herself. She became obsessed, spiralling until she was sure the only way out was to betray her sister. 

Alice had to be the sacrificial lamb.

Bellatrix smoothed out the piece of parchment in her hand and she read the words again. It was a little hard at first, Alice’s scrawl was not the neat cursive the Blacks were made to write in. The handwriting was warm, familiar, filled with affection. ‘I miss you’ ‘tell me when to come’ ‘I’ll wait for you’

“Fucking hell Cissa.” Bellatrix muttered. Of all people, a blood-traitor. A Gryffindor. 

“She doesn’t know what love is. It’s not real. Not like me and Rita” But a voice in the back of her head disagreed. 

~~~~~

Bellatrix had known for 2 days. She had sat on this information for 2 whole days. Her parents were inviting the Lestrange family that evening and Bellatrix had a horrible feeling she knew why. She had owl’d Rita, explaining the situation, that she was most likely to marry Rodolphus, but she had never imagined what the outcome would be. 

Bellatrix’s father flew into her bedroom, the mahogany door slamming open. Bellatrix jumped, quickly composing herself and smoothing her face into one of indifference. 

“Explain this.” Cygnus held out a letter. 

Oh… stupid, naive Cissy Bellatrix thought as she took the letter from her father’s hand. 

The letter was clearly written by Alice. Bellatrix unfolded it and read the contents of said letter. She kept her face cool but anger was building. It detailed how Alice would run away with Narcissa, how she knew Bella had a secret - a secret similar to that of Narcissa’s. 

The world got quiet. 

Bellatrix looked up from the letter and saw Narcissa standing behind their father, tears glimmering in her eyes. 

She would survive this. 

Alice would not.

Rita would not.

Not if her family found out.

Words came tumbling from Bellatrix’s mouth before she knew how to stop them. She wasn’t sure what she said, just that Cygnus’ face grew harder and colder and Narcissa’s face grew wetter and redder. 

It was Druella who decided the sisters had to watch. Cygnus cast the cruciatus curse at Narcissa to remind her what happened to blood traitors. Druella decided Bellatrix and Andromeda needed to be warned what would happen should family values be forgotten. 

The screams of Narcissa would haunt Bellatrix for the rest of her life but it was worth it. It was worth it to save Rita. Bellatrix believed that. She had to. 

Rita released an article a week later detailing every little secret the Black household had titled ‘The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black’. 

~~~~~

Bellatrix was married off to Rodolphus and Narcissa was betrothed to Lucius Malfoy. Andromeda ran away with her mudblood boyfriend. 

The Noble House of Black was shattered, splintered over one letter. Or perhaps they were always headed this way, from the very moment Rita said a shy ‘hello’ to Bellatrix, or when Alice first smiled at Narcissa. 

Bellatrix will never hear the sound of Narcissa’s voice again. 

Narcissa will never see Alice again. 

Years later, Rita Skeeter will interview an insane woman she once knew. 

The life of Bellatrix Lestrange

By Rita Skeeter

The atmosphere in Azkaban is tense. The walls are damp, possibly contributing to Bellatrix Lestrange’s frizz. Or perhaps hair care isn't a top priority for the Dark Lord’s right hand woman. Bellatrix has an almost bored look to her face when I ask her about how the Dark Lord’s death has impacted her. 

As I am sure some of you are aware, Bellatrix and I both attended Hogwarts together. It seems strange to see the brightest witch of her age sat slumped in a cold, hard cell. She was once so full of life, hexing students when they looked at her strangely that now she is seemingly half dead. 

Some say Lestrange has always been mad but as someone who has known her longer than most, I have to set the record straight. Bellatrix Black was a genius. Bellatrix Lestrange was cunning. The Bellatrix in front of me is neither of these things. It is a shame to see that she is the shell of her former self. Only she knows what happened to her former self. 

Rita Skeeter

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Amorntenia

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort?

Request: no

Summary: a potion that allowed you to smell your crush - what could go wrong?

Notes: tba

Smarts had never been Narcissa’s problem. If anything, perhaps her intelligence had hindered her. Intellectually she understood attraction, understood why boys like Lucius found her pretty and how girls like Andromeda found boys like Tonks handsome. She could appreciate a good jawline or well tended hair as well as the next person and she had no shortage of suitors who loved to take her out into Hogsmeade. Her issue arose with the topic of supposed ‘soulmates’. So, when Slughorn told the class they would be making Amortenia potions, Narcissa rolled her eyes.

You, a half-blood witch, as Narcissa loved to remind you, were reluctant for a very different reason. Being placed in Slytherin meant Narcissa had the joy of constantly arguing with you. In your third year, the rivalry got so bad that it seemed that the two of you had spent more time in the infirmary than you had in your dorm. You had a sneaking suspicion you knew what your potion would smell like. You were in your fifth and final year at Hogwarts and somewhere between the pranks gone wrong and the infirmary visits, you had unfortunately developed a slight crush on Narcissa.

What started as annoyance at how her hair was so bouncy turned into awe, the annoyingly smug look she got on her face slowly turned cute and her swirling blue eyes - well they were always stunning.

To Narcissa’s surprise she smelt something. She inhaled deeper, letting the scent curl into her nose and down her throat. She could almost taste the combination of honeysuckle and warm oak. It wasn’t an unfamiliar smell but Narcissa refused to acknowledge who it belonged to. Unfortunately, her overactive mind refused to forget. Where before she had managed to block the thoughts of those around her, one particular person’s thoughts practically screamed at her.

Narcissa’s legilimency had been a closely guarded secret. She struggled in her first year at Hogwarts, not accustomed to being around so many unfiltered thoughts, but she soon learnt how to drown them out. Mostly she just heard snippets of deeper desires. A few words here and there that, if pressed, would have developed into full thoughts. She liked to think of the thoughts people had like a garden; at the surface you had the flowers and grass - the conscious thoughts, then you had the roots - the subconscious thoughts that led to the conscious ones, and then there were the bees. The bees were the base desires; food, water, sleep, sex, and Narcissa always did her best to block those out.

Across the table, you shift uncomfortably under Narcissa’s gaze. It seems as though she has zoned out but the intensity of her gaze suggests otherwise. “Shit does she know… why is she staring… oh no she’s planning on getting revenge for the time I…”

Narcissa inhales sharply, building more barriers up between her mind and yours but doesn’t manage to look away from you.

“If you’ve got something to say Black, say it.” You let out, concern making your tone snappier than maybe it should have been.

Narcissa’s face morphs in front of you, her almost dazed look altering into her usual cold indifference. “What does yours smell of?”

“What does yours smell of?” You bite back

“Narcissa raised an eyebrow “I asked first, half-blood”

You let out a scoff “Vanilla.”

“How bland.” Narcissa responds as her chest does something funny. An unbidden thought that she doesn’t smell like vanilla crossed her mind but it was banished as quickly as it had come.

You lean back in your chair, studying her “I answered your question - now you tell me what yours smells like.” a smirk plays at your lips as you wait for Narcissa’s answer.

A rush of heat floods Narcissa’s face and she immediately freezes. She can’t tell you the truth.. This is not how a Black behaves - she does not like an irritating half-blood’s smirk. Still, the weight of your thoughts pressed against her hastily thrown up walls.

Why does she care so much about what my potion smells of? Should I have lied about what mine smelt like?

Narcissa stiffens “Stop thinking so loudly”

“Excuse me?”

Oops. She hadn’t meant to have said that.

For a long while neither of you spoke. Then, slowly, you lean towards Narcissa over the table, watching as her eyes dart between yours and her lip begins to work between her teeth - the only tell she is full of anticipation.

“Can you hear my thoughts?”

Narcissa lifts her chin defiantly “That’s none of your concern half-blood”

Your smirk widens “Oh but Cissy it is.” A flash of concern covers your face “Wait does this mean you can hear… everything?” Oh shit can she tell I lied? Does she know I - Shut UP ohmygosh think of anything else DO NOT THINK OF NARCIS- cats dogs horses fish goa-

“Oh would you look at that, it's the end of the lesson.” Narcissa hurried out of the class before she could hear any more.

~~~~~

Narcissa storms out of the library, her heart pounding far too quickly for her liking. A few days had passed since Slughorn’s lesson and, much to Narcissa’s annoyance, her thoughts had been solely on you. The corridor was dimly lit, betraying the amount of time Narcissa had spent pouring over books. She was sure the potion had gone wrong. Yes. That was the only reasonable explanation as to why her mind was constantly on you.

Narcissa had been doing a brilliant job at avoiding you. It was quite the feat really, considering you shared a dorm. Unfortunately, it seemed like her luck was about to run out. You had spotted Narcissa leaving the library and after days of not seeing her, decided to do something reckless.

Black!

Narcissa span around, coming face to face with you. “What?” she bit out.

“I knew you could hear me.”

Narcissa looked at you as you leaned lazily against one of the stone columns, arms folded. You looked far too smug for someone who should have been groveling for shouting in her head.

“You’re imagining things.”

“Am I?” You scoff as you take a slow step closer “If that’s the case then why haven’t I seen you for days? Why haven't you tried hexing me?”

She should hex you

She should silence you with a glare before returning to the Slytherin common room where she rightfully rules.

Rather, she does something foolish.

She reaches into your mind deliberately.

It’s intrusive, dangerous and entirely uncharacteristic of her but she needs to know. She needs to know if there is the chance that you could feel the same way.

Your base desires hit her like a sledgehammer

Cissa…hungry…neck…potion…wet…pretty…bite

Narcissa’s breath hitches.

“Well?” You ask, stepping even closer to her.

Narcissa forces herself to snap out of it, straightening her spine and trying to ignore the fluttery feeling she has. “Stay. Out. Of. My. Head.”

Your smirk falters slightly “What did you hear?”

“This was a mistake. You need to stay away from me half-blood”

~~~~~

In the weeks that follow, Narcissa does everything in her power to avoid you. She has swapped rooms with another girl, pretends not to notice when you enter a class and refuses to acknowledge the way her pulse quickens when she catches your gaze across the Great Hall. Most importantly, she refuses to be alone with you.

And yet, despite her best efforts, she can’t seem to escape you. Your thoughts still slip into her mind unbidden, when she least expects it. Faint echoes of irritation when she ignores you, flickers of hurt when she walks past you as if you're nothing.

Worst of all, she feels the ache of distance too.

The frustrating, infuriating pull of something unresolved.

What did you lie about?

How can you gaze at her like that and not have smelt her in your potion.

It all comes to a head late one evening in the Slytherin common room.

The common room is quiet, the fire crackling lazily in the hearth as a few students sit curled up in the emerald-green armchairs placed by the fireplace. Narcissa is sitting at one of the far tables, tucked away in a corner, going over a letter her aunt had sent her.

She doesn't have to look up to know you’re watching her. She had felt your presence the moment you had entered the room.

Your thoughts are filled with irritation fueled by hurt why does she keep ignoring me

Narcissa doesn’t react.

Then-

Fine. If she won’t speak to me then I’ll speak to her.

Narcissa barely has a moment to prepare before you’re dropping in the seat opposite her. You don’t say anything at first, just watching her as she refuses to look up from her letter.

Narcissa’s gaze lifts slowly “Do you mind?”

“Yes actually. I do.”

Narcissa exhales sharply “You’re being ridiculous.”

“Am I?” You tilt your head “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks like you are. Why have you been avoiding me?”

“I haven't been avoiding you. Perhaps you're just so odious that I can't stand to be around you.”

Narcissa was triumphant for a second before seeing the look on your face.

Thank god I didn’t tell her the potion smelt of her

Narcissa was stunned.

Her breath caught in her throat.

If you had had a crush on her before, there was no way you still would have one now. Not after how she had treated you these past few weeks. Her mind is a storm - anger, frustration, sadness. She hates the way her heart aches every time she pushes you away. Narcissa was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she hadn’t noticed the abrupt absence of your own.

She looked up and realised you were gone.

Why did this feel like the biggest mistake of her life?

~~~~~

It takes two more days before everything goes to shit.

It happens late at night, Narcissa had needed something mindless to distract her from the dull ache left in her chest. She’s walking through an empty hallway when she hears footsteps ahead of her.

Her heart stutters - she knows who it is.

“Wait-” She calls out “Don’t walk away again?” It wasn't supposed to come out a question but perhaps her uncertainty is what makes you pause.

You should keep going. Or say something cruel, cut her down like she has you, but you don’t. You’re just so tired.

Tired of pretending.

Tired of running.

Tired of not having Narcissa opposite you anymore.

Narcissa watches you, something raw and unguarded in her eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

“About what?” You swallow, curling your fingers at your sides.

“What did your potion smell of?”

“Narcissa, I can’t”

Narcissa’s jaw clenches. “Why not?”

“Please don’t make me”

Narcissa pauses, the broken tone of your voice cuts through her and she realises she’s going to have to be very brave. Braver than even a block-headed Gryffindor.

“My potion smelt of you, you know.”

There.

It’s out.

The truth is free. Narcissa feels exposed as she watches your expression soften slightly.

“Mine too.” A soft smile lights up your face “Uh- I mean mine smelt of you- not that it smelt of me” You stumbled over your words, your face heating up the longer you rambled.

“You’re such an idiot” she mutters.

You blink “Excuse me?”

Before you can get too offended, Narcissa reaches over and kisses you.

It’s not soft or delicate or anything innocent.

It’s a collision.

It’s what happens when an immovable object meets an unstoppable force.

It’s years of tension and defiance and longing.

For a second Narcissa freezes because your lips being on hers is real and terrifying and intoxicating, and she doesn’t know how to think. Maybe she misread the situation.

But then-

Then you grab her collar and pull her closer and for the first time she lets herself melt.

~~~~~

For weeks you and Narcissa steal moments in shadows.

A brush of fingers in a dim corridor, a lingering glance across the Great Hall, a whispered conversation in an empty classroom. When the risk is low, kisses - hidden behind bookshelves, behind statues, behind the very walls that had once confined her.

One evening, you pull Narcissa into a dark alcove, your eyes glinting with mischief “You know Cissa, I think you actually like sneaking around with me.”

Narcissa rolls her eyes “Don’t flatter yourself Half-blood”

Where before half-blood had left you feeling cold, you soon learnt that it was Narcissa’s way of defying her parents.

You smirk. “You’re literally hiding in the shadows to be with me.”

Narcissa arches a brow. “You’re the one who pulled me in here.”

You grin wildly. “You didn’t resist.”

She refuses to dignify that with a response. Instead, Narcissa grips your collar and pulls you down into a searing kiss, effectively shutting you up.

You hum against her lips. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Narcissa freezes.

you tense slightly, realising what you just let slip, but you don’t look away. You hadn’t meant to let that out but you were glad you had. Besides, it was only a matter of time before Narcissa found out. She had an unhelpful habit of using her skills to read your mind.

For a long moment, Narcissa just stares at you, heart pounding.

Then, finally, she exhales and whispers, “I think I am too.”

You blink, then grin - the kind of grin that makes her stomach flip. “Well, well. Narcissa Black. In love with me.”

Narcissa smacks your arm, but she’s smiling.

For the first time in her life, happiness isn’t something distant.

It’s here, in the stolen moments, in the quiet confessions, in the warmth of the one person who sees her—not as a Black, not as an expectation, but as herself.

[novamirmirsblog]

Narcissa fic is done! Might upload it now on my phone and then make it look pretty when I’m back at home on my laptop 🤔

[novamirmirsblog]

Yes yes to Narcissa!!!

I shall provide 🫡

[novamirmirsblog]

lowkey thinking of writing for narcissa. watcha think?

[hcneymooners]

i know this might be controversial, but enough is enough.

as someone who grew up in the rigidity—and, at times, oppressive nature—of roman catholicism, i am so tired of the religious!reader trope where they’re portrayed as so innocent they’re practically a child. we were not innocent. we knew the names of our bodies, the weight of shame, and the crushing complexity of guilt. i knew that my vagina was a vagina.

the sheer amount of extremely innocent!religious!reader fics is unsettling. they turn the reader into this caricature—wide-eyed, naive, almost infantilized, complete with pigtails and an oversized cross necklace perfect for a porn video thumbnail.

for me—and for a lot of other lesbians i’ve bonded with over religious trauma—it was never about innocence. it was about guilt. guilt over pleasure, guilt over sin, and all the ways we punished ourselves for being human.

we weren’t these overgrown children teetering around in purity. we were messy, complicated, and burdened by shame in ways that were far more nuanced than these portrayals ever capture. enough, please.

[novamirmirsblog]

Okay so now it’s been well over a year since it happened I feel I can finally talk about how CRAZY it was that when I had newly joined tumblr I got absolutely dragged for saying I didn’t get why Bruce and Natasha were briefly dating in that avengers film and that she had better chemistry with other characters.

This fresh perspective makes me realise it was never that deep 😭 they’re fake characters babes.

Scared to even mention the ship name tbf in fear of resurrecting them to come for me 😂

[novamirmirsblog]

4 +1

Pairing: Lenny x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Modern!au

Request: Nope!

Word count: 1914

Warnings: none

Summary: The 4 times Lenny says 'I love you but...' as a joke and the one time she means it.

A/N: Sup my people. I hath returned. This fic took me like a few hours so apologies if it's not up to my usual standard. I'm currently on an Aubrey binge so possibly expect some rio x Agatha one shots too. But Lenny, my beloved, you deserved some happiness. Might do therapist!Lenny too cause that changed my brain chemistry - lemme know what you think!

1

“Dude I love ya but you gotta let me know when you have the last of the chocolate spread” Lenny huffs, a smile playing on her face as she leans her forearms on the kitchen counter. 

You rolled your eyes and walked over to where Lenny was, reaching across the counter, you grab the jar. Your fingers brush together for a moment before you move away, jar now in your hands. You dip a finger inside, collecting what little there is of the chocolate spread and lick your finger. 

“Mmm” You let out a contented hum “Seems like there’s more than enough spread here.” 

You smile cheekily and twirl away from Lenny as she launches herself across the counter in an attempt to grab you. Eventually she manages to grasp your wrist and pulls you into her, grabbing the now empty jar.

“You’re a menace” Lenny’s smile is infectious as she berates you.

“But you said you love me.” You pout. 

2

You groan as pain shoots up your spine, the force leaving you breathless. You close your eyes and let darkness slip over you. Then, you feel something poke your cheek. You open a single eye, letting the sunlight briefly blind you before a shadow blocks it out. Lenny’s head pops into view, her hair falling like dappled shade. It took you a moment to realise she was laughing at you. You were too entranced by her smile; something that seemed brighter than the sun. Then again, you weren't sure you could trust your judgement as it could be the concussion talking. 

“Come on kid, up you get.” Lenny’s laughter finally dies down enough to help you up from the grass. 

“This isn't funny” You grumble “it really hurt” 

“Aww baby did it hurt?” Lenny teases, giving you what you assume are her best puppy-dog eyes. 

Your eyes narrow “Yes” you bite out as you rub your tailbone. Truthfully, the only thing that really hurt was your pride. 

Lenny’s index finger drums on her lips “If only someone had tried to warn you.” 

“Ugh shut up” You smile and shove Lenny’s shoulder. In doing so, Lenny’s laughter starts back up again, this time it’s a definite cackle. 

Eventually the laughter dies down and Lenny reaches over to pluck a stray grass blade that got tangled in your hair. “I love ya but you have to stop thinking you can do things with no prior training.”

“But it looks so easy!” you had seen a video of someone doing it on tiktok and knew it couldn't be that hard.

“Like ice skating?” Lenny’s smile looked innocent but you knew it was anything but. 

“You promised you wouldn’t mention that.”

The ice skating incident had happened a year ago. You had never been ice skating before and the girl Lenny was supposed to take she had broken up with so you went along instead. Lenny had continuously asked if it was okay but you had seen how much she wanted to go skating. Who were you to stomp on her dreams? So the two of you had gone and you had nearly spent the full hour clinging to the wall. Lenny had offered to help guide you but that had gone just as badly as your attempted backflip. Long story short, the two of you had landed in a heap on the ice and there had definitely been some blood. 

Lenny’s laughter cut through the memory “Come on my gymnast, let's grab lunch.”

3

It had been your idea to play monopoly. It was a slow day for the both of you and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Thing is, you hadn’t played it since you were 17 and couldn’t remember why. 3 hours in Lenny had figured it out.

“I think I know why you haven't played monopoly for years.” 

“Huh? Why?” You say, your brow relaxing from the tightened expression that was etched onto your face.

“How close are you to bankruptcy?” Lenny’s smile grew on her face.

You let out a harsh bark of laughter “Nowhere near it thanks.” 

Lenny made a noncommittal sound and rolled the dice. You bit the inside of your cheek as you realised you were very close to bankruptcy. Monopoly brought out a side to you that wasn't all that pretty and you were beginning to remember why the game had been banned in your house. Distinct flashbacks of arguing with siblings and exes over cheating allegations were slowly trickling back. Unfortunately you were in too deep now. If this realisation had come to you maybe an hour and a half ago, you probably could have calmly backed out but alas, now you needed to win. 

Two more hours passed and Lenny was solidly winning. You had cheated your way to this point but there were no more 10s or 20s for you to steal from the bank and the likelihood of getting caught rose when taking larger sums of money. 

You let out a loud huff. “Fine! You win. This is a stupid game anyway.” 

“I love you” Lenny said laughing as the two of you began to tidy the game away. There was a pause before she continued “But you’re such a sore loser.” 

You watched as she put the money into the correct piles. You and Lenny said ‘I love you’ all the time - you when you wanted something and Lenny when she was giving friendly criticism. Something about this time seemed different. 

4 

Lenny was ill. She didn’t get ill often but when she did, she was very ill. She’d been coughing for days and you were very weary of getting ill too. You had quarantined her in her room and hadn’t felt guilty about it till the splutters had turned into full blown coughing fits. The shop bought soup you had got clearly wasn't working so you called out to her that you were going shopping and to text if she needed anything. 

You returned half an hour later with all the things you needed. You boiled the chicken carcass from the roast you made a few days ago and put in onions, garlic and carrots. You then seasoned well and left it to gently simmer for a while. You squeezed some oranges into a glass and knocked on Lenny’s bedroom door. 

You were invited in between hacking coughs and saw Lenny lying on her bed like death itself. You adjusted your mask a little and began to pass her the glass of orange juice. 

“Do you need help sitting up?” 

Lenny just groaned in response. You nestled the glass between tissues on the bedside table and gently moved Lenny into a sitting position. Lenny picked up the glass and sighed contentedly as she drank it. 

“There’s chicken soup on the way so just hang in there for a bit.” You said as you began to clean up the tissues, glad you had put rubber gloves on. 

“You don’t have to” Lenny said weakly, her voice hoarse from coughing. 

“Don’t be dumb.” Was all you said before leaving the room to check on the soup.

The soup finally looked and smelt done so you spooned some into a bowl and brought it into the room. You sat down on the bed next to Lenny and watched silently as she ate. You could see her struggling to stay awake as she got closer and closer to the bottom of the bowl. 

“Go to sleep babe. You'll feel better.”  

Watching tv killed a lot more time than you thought it would. The sun had dipped a few hours ago and you hadn't been bothered to turn on the lights so you hadn’t noticed Lenny creep out of her room to come and sit with you on the sofa. The sofa dipped and you startled slightly, looking over at Lenny in the soft glow of the TV, she looked marginally better. The thick blanket she had wrapped around her shoulders nearly engulfed her but it was strangely charming. 

“How are you feeling?” 

All Lenny could manage was a gentle whine until you opened your arms up and let her snuggle in. You adjusted yourself slightly so you were leaning back more as she tucked her head under your chin and wrapped her arms around your waist. The warm weight of her soothed you as you slipped your hands under the blanket to draw patterns on her back. 

“Love ya but you looked dumb in that mask.” Lenny mumbled out, her tongue heavy in her mouth and voice thick with cold.

Your chest rumbled with gentle laughter “And I love you but if you give me that cold I’ll never forgive you.”

The gentle sound of the tv seemed to lull Lenny back to sleep before she could answer. You continued tracing patterns up and down her back, neck and scalp until you too drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

+1

You’d like to say it came out of the blue. That you weren’t expecting it. That no one could have seen it coming. But that would be a lie.

When Lenny had first started saying ‘i love ya but…’ the ‘love ya’ had been rushed, hurried, something to placate so she could deliver constructive criticism. Even the lack of the full word ‘you’ had signaled its casualness. You weren’t quite sure when the sentiment had changed but it had. 

Lenny had been eeking the ‘i love ya’ out longer and longer, almost as if she was seeing how it tasted on her tongue. She clearly decided she liked the taste of it as she had begun saying ‘you’ rather than the typical ‘ya’. 

Unfortunately for everyone involved, you were pretty thick headed when it came to crushes. 

When you were twelve a girl you met at summer camp had sat down next to you on the bridge over a little stream and kissed you on your cheek. You had remembered the way her lips burnt on your skin for years afterwards and only when you were telling Lenny about the experience did you realise it was because she probably had a crush on you. 

That wasn’t the first time something like that had happened either. On the day before your ninth birthday your next door neighbour said he had a special present for you. He hadn’t liked you playing with your best friend more than him so he gave you a badge that said ‘Ethan is my Bestest friend’ and had asked to kiss you. You, being nine, and a very accomplished ‘girls kiss boys’ player had immediately ran away, waiting for him to chase you. You never understood why he had looked so sad. 

Back to the present, Lenny was looking at you very much how the girl from summer camp had looked at you. You were talking about nothing in particular as you cooked as Lenny sat on the kitchen counter. 

“I love you.” 

You looked up in surprise. “But…?” You said, following the usual conversation pattern. 

“No buts kid. Not this time.” Lenny said, her expression more serious than you had ever seen it. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion as your eyes trailed over Lenny. Her eyes held no glimmer of humor, her jaw was clenching and unclenching slightly - something Lenny only did when nervous. You held eye contact for a beat longer before breaking out into a smile. 

“You know what Lenny Busker? Me too.”

[yourlocalsaiko]

LENNY??? LENNY IS YOUR DEAD— OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU

[novamirmirsblog]

Glad to be of service 🫡 I’ve only just finished season 1 but she defo deserves more love 😂 I couldn’t find any fics about her 😭

[yourlocalsaiko]

She does and if you need any lenny req’s please say so i will be your plug i do not care—

[novamirmirsblog]

Plz feel free!! I can’t promise I’ll get round to all of them but I’m always in need of a req plug

[novamirmirsblog]

4 +1

Pairing: Lenny x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Modern!au

Request: Nope!

Word count: 1914

Warnings: none

Summary: The 4 times Lenny says 'I love you but...' as a joke and the one time she means it.

A/N: Sup my people. I hath returned. This fic took me like a few hours so apologies if it's not up to my usual standard. I'm currently on an Aubrey binge so possibly expect some rio x Agatha one shots too. But Lenny, my beloved, you deserved some happiness. Might do therapist!Lenny too cause that changed my brain chemistry - lemme know what you think!

1

“Dude I love ya but you gotta let me know when you have the last of the chocolate spread” Lenny huffs, a smile playing on her face as she leans her forearms on the kitchen counter. 

You rolled your eyes and walked over to where Lenny was, reaching across the counter, you grab the jar. Your fingers brush together for a moment before you move away, jar now in your hands. You dip a finger inside, collecting what little there is of the chocolate spread and lick your finger. 

“Mmm” You let out a contented hum “Seems like there’s more than enough spread here.” 

You smile cheekily and twirl away from Lenny as she launches herself across the counter in an attempt to grab you. Eventually she manages to grasp your wrist and pulls you into her, grabbing the now empty jar.

“You’re a menace” Lenny’s smile is infectious as she berates you.

“But you said you love me.” You pout. 

2

You groan as pain shoots up your spine, the force leaving you breathless. You close your eyes and let darkness slip over you. Then, you feel something poke your cheek. You open a single eye, letting the sunlight briefly blind you before a shadow blocks it out. Lenny’s head pops into view, her hair falling like dappled shade. It took you a moment to realise she was laughing at you. You were too entranced by her smile; something that seemed brighter than the sun. Then again, you weren't sure you could trust your judgement as it could be the concussion talking. 

“Come on kid, up you get.” Lenny’s laughter finally dies down enough to help you up from the grass. 

“This isn't funny” You grumble “it really hurt” 

“Aww baby did it hurt?” Lenny teases, giving you what you assume are her best puppy-dog eyes. 

Your eyes narrow “Yes” you bite out as you rub your tailbone. Truthfully, the only thing that really hurt was your pride. 

Lenny’s index finger drums on her lips “If only someone had tried to warn you.” 

“Ugh shut up” You smile and shove Lenny’s shoulder. In doing so, Lenny’s laughter starts back up again, this time it’s a definite cackle. 

Eventually the laughter dies down and Lenny reaches over to pluck a stray grass blade that got tangled in your hair. “I love ya but you have to stop thinking you can do things with no prior training.”

“But it looks so easy!” you had seen a video of someone doing it on tiktok and knew it couldn't be that hard.

“Like ice skating?” Lenny’s smile looked innocent but you knew it was anything but. 

“You promised you wouldn’t mention that.”

The ice skating incident had happened a year ago. You had never been ice skating before and the girl Lenny was supposed to take she had broken up with so you went along instead. Lenny had continuously asked if it was okay but you had seen how much she wanted to go skating. Who were you to stomp on her dreams? So the two of you had gone and you had nearly spent the full hour clinging to the wall. Lenny had offered to help guide you but that had gone just as badly as your attempted backflip. Long story short, the two of you had landed in a heap on the ice and there had definitely been some blood. 

Lenny’s laughter cut through the memory “Come on my gymnast, let's grab lunch.”

3

It had been your idea to play monopoly. It was a slow day for the both of you and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. Thing is, you hadn’t played it since you were 17 and couldn’t remember why. 3 hours in Lenny had figured it out.

“I think I know why you haven't played monopoly for years.” 

“Huh? Why?” You say, your brow relaxing from the tightened expression that was etched onto your face.

“How close are you to bankruptcy?” Lenny’s smile grew on her face.

You let out a harsh bark of laughter “Nowhere near it thanks.” 

Lenny made a noncommittal sound and rolled the dice. You bit the inside of your cheek as you realised you were very close to bankruptcy. Monopoly brought out a side to you that wasn't all that pretty and you were beginning to remember why the game had been banned in your house. Distinct flashbacks of arguing with siblings and exes over cheating allegations were slowly trickling back. Unfortunately you were in too deep now. If this realisation had come to you maybe an hour and a half ago, you probably could have calmly backed out but alas, now you needed to win. 

Two more hours passed and Lenny was solidly winning. You had cheated your way to this point but there were no more 10s or 20s for you to steal from the bank and the likelihood of getting caught rose when taking larger sums of money. 

You let out a loud huff. “Fine! You win. This is a stupid game anyway.” 

“I love you” Lenny said laughing as the two of you began to tidy the game away. There was a pause before she continued “But you’re such a sore loser.” 

You watched as she put the money into the correct piles. You and Lenny said ‘I love you’ all the time - you when you wanted something and Lenny when she was giving friendly criticism. Something about this time seemed different. 

4 

Lenny was ill. She didn’t get ill often but when she did, she was very ill. She’d been coughing for days and you were very weary of getting ill too. You had quarantined her in her room and hadn’t felt guilty about it till the splutters had turned into full blown coughing fits. The shop bought soup you had got clearly wasn't working so you called out to her that you were going shopping and to text if she needed anything. 

You returned half an hour later with all the things you needed. You boiled the chicken carcass from the roast you made a few days ago and put in onions, garlic and carrots. You then seasoned well and left it to gently simmer for a while. You squeezed some oranges into a glass and knocked on Lenny’s bedroom door. 

You were invited in between hacking coughs and saw Lenny lying on her bed like death itself. You adjusted your mask a little and began to pass her the glass of orange juice. 

“Do you need help sitting up?” 

Lenny just groaned in response. You nestled the glass between tissues on the bedside table and gently moved Lenny into a sitting position. Lenny picked up the glass and sighed contentedly as she drank it. 

“There’s chicken soup on the way so just hang in there for a bit.” You said as you began to clean up the tissues, glad you had put rubber gloves on. 

“You don’t have to” Lenny said weakly, her voice hoarse from coughing. 

“Don’t be dumb.” Was all you said before leaving the room to check on the soup.

The soup finally looked and smelt done so you spooned some into a bowl and brought it into the room. You sat down on the bed next to Lenny and watched silently as she ate. You could see her struggling to stay awake as she got closer and closer to the bottom of the bowl. 

“Go to sleep babe. You'll feel better.”  

Watching tv killed a lot more time than you thought it would. The sun had dipped a few hours ago and you hadn't been bothered to turn on the lights so you hadn’t noticed Lenny creep out of her room to come and sit with you on the sofa. The sofa dipped and you startled slightly, looking over at Lenny in the soft glow of the TV, she looked marginally better. The thick blanket she had wrapped around her shoulders nearly engulfed her but it was strangely charming. 

“How are you feeling?” 

All Lenny could manage was a gentle whine until you opened your arms up and let her snuggle in. You adjusted yourself slightly so you were leaning back more as she tucked her head under your chin and wrapped her arms around your waist. The warm weight of her soothed you as you slipped your hands under the blanket to draw patterns on her back. 

“Love ya but you looked dumb in that mask.” Lenny mumbled out, her tongue heavy in her mouth and voice thick with cold.

Your chest rumbled with gentle laughter “And I love you but if you give me that cold I’ll never forgive you.”

The gentle sound of the tv seemed to lull Lenny back to sleep before she could answer. You continued tracing patterns up and down her back, neck and scalp until you too drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

+1

You’d like to say it came out of the blue. That you weren’t expecting it. That no one could have seen it coming. But that would be a lie.

When Lenny had first started saying ‘i love ya but…’ the ‘love ya’ had been rushed, hurried, something to placate so she could deliver constructive criticism. Even the lack of the full word ‘you’ had signaled its casualness. You weren’t quite sure when the sentiment had changed but it had. 

Lenny had been eeking the ‘i love ya’ out longer and longer, almost as if she was seeing how it tasted on her tongue. She clearly decided she liked the taste of it as she had begun saying ‘you’ rather than the typical ‘ya’. 

Unfortunately for everyone involved, you were pretty thick headed when it came to crushes. 

When you were twelve a girl you met at summer camp had sat down next to you on the bridge over a little stream and kissed you on your cheek. You had remembered the way her lips burnt on your skin for years afterwards and only when you were telling Lenny about the experience did you realise it was because she probably had a crush on you. 

That wasn’t the first time something like that had happened either. On the day before your ninth birthday your next door neighbour said he had a special present for you. He hadn’t liked you playing with your best friend more than him so he gave you a badge that said ‘Ethan is my Bestest friend’ and had asked to kiss you. You, being nine, and a very accomplished ‘girls kiss boys’ player had immediately ran away, waiting for him to chase you. You never understood why he had looked so sad. 

Back to the present, Lenny was looking at you very much how the girl from summer camp had looked at you. You were talking about nothing in particular as you cooked as Lenny sat on the kitchen counter. 

“I love you.” 

You looked up in surprise. “But…?” You said, following the usual conversation pattern. 

“No buts kid. Not this time.” Lenny said, her expression more serious than you had ever seen it. 

Your brow furrowed in confusion as your eyes trailed over Lenny. Her eyes held no glimmer of humor, her jaw was clenching and unclenching slightly - something Lenny only did when nervous. You held eye contact for a beat longer before breaking out into a smile. 

“You know what Lenny Busker? Me too.”

[yourlocalsaiko]

LENNY??? LENNY IS YOUR DEAD— OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU

[novamirmirsblog]

Glad to be of service 🫡 I’ve only just finished season 1 but she defo deserves more love 😂 I couldn’t find any fics about her 😭