🛸 - Tell me a character and paranormal creature (i.e vampire, ghost etc) and I'll write headcannons of that character as the creature!
^^ with sisters narcissa, bellatrix and andromeda as vampires and they’re wanting to turn the reader, but if that’s too much then just narcissa please
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all sfw, but cw for vampiric actions
I lost internet for a long bit sob so I finally got it done yay! totally haven't been in love with the vampire au of the Black sisters
— The sisters are very different as vampires.
—Narcissa is more soft, but still an alluring, dangerous creature.
—Andromeda holds guilt about the things she does, and holds hatred to what she is.
—Bellatrix embraces the evil that she is, and she is easily the most brutal.
—You made these three sisters act out of character though, Narcissa let her softness more evident towards you, you helped Andromeda learn to love the parts of herself she hated, feared even. You made Bellatrix open up more, learn to control her blood lust, and let her heart take the lead.
—You had a hold on the sisters no one else would ever have, and they each knew they wanted you around forever. You were only getting older, getting closer to meeting fate, and the sisters had all made up their minds. They wanted you.
—It took a lot of talking (and fighting) to figure out how to tell you they wanted to turn you, but it was decided that Narcissa should do it. Bellatrix was too rough, Andromeda too pushing, but the comfort Narcissa gave would do the job.
—So, Narcissa sat you down with some tea while the other two listened close by, detaling to you what the sisters had decided.
—She told you that you brought them so much joy, you helped Andromeda through so much, and you made Bellatrix a slightly better individual. Narcissa told you the love and luxury you would have if they turned you,
—Eternal life with them.
—It was a very long few minutes of silence, simply because you knew you couldn't make such a huge decision so quickly, and you told her that.
—Although a bit upset, she understood and gave you the time you needed to think. Which turned out to be 2 very long, mostly sleepless nights.
—But, you gathered the sisters and told them yes. You would become one of them.
—It was Bellatrix that drained you.
—Andromeda that fed you her blood.
—And Narcissa that cooed you through the painful process.
list of random things I think my beloved Donna would like because she needs love. These are more things from the modern world I think if she got introduced to, she would just love
Loli fashion is something she would admire, she wouldn't wear it (too scared too), but would still love
Bobs burgers, the comdy wouldn't be for her, and lot's of it would fly over her head. But she LOVES that it's a cute happy family, and would most likely love Louis (reminds her of Angie) or Linda (she's such a sweet mother and Donna would for sure cling to that)
Monster high
She would be REALLY into monster high, I think she'd love Draculaura
The game identity v, she wouldn't understand it (she'd suck at it), but the style is something she'd love
Will Wood
I think she'd like Marina too
She'd love Melanie Martinz style, but I don't know if she'd listen to her? I think she might like some songs
She'd love youtube, that woman would be searching for SO many new knitting ideas on there
Tw : Self hatred, issues with appearence, lots of anger and breaking stuff, mental health issues
Characters : Donna Beneviento
note : This is not my idea! I saw a headcannon by @donna-beneviento-teacups and wanted to write something based off the headcannon. If you don't want me writing this based off your headcannon lmk
Rundown : After the cadour, Donna had a hard time. This is a short story about her breakdown resulting in an injury and broken mirrors
Request status : open
This wasn't the first time Donna's mannor endured her wrath, and it wouldn't be the last. Often, the manor fell victim to doll heads being thrown at the wall, heads that she just couldn't get to be perfect. Sometimes, the manor sat and watched as she broke down, tearful rages where hallways or rooms with memories that now stung were blocked. The manor had grown so used to the low cries of the doll maker as she held herself on the floor, alone and scared. Her life was never meant to turn out this way. Her parents should still be here, hugging her and telling her everything was alright, everything was supposed to be alright.
Tonight however, her attack on the manor was for a different reason. The fucking cadour.
Ever since Mother Miranda gave her the gift, the doll maker could no longer look at herself. With her scar beforehand, while it was an insecurity, she could stand it. This? This she could not. She hated how she looked, and while Mother Miranda tried to tell her it wasn't that bad, it could be worse, she could look like Salvator, it didn't change anything. For the first time in her life, Donna loved the scar that had graced her skin. The scar that used to sit along her eye, an eye she had issues with anyways, was now covered with a growth, tendrinds dancing out from where they sat.
It angered the doll maker, made her disgusted with what she had become.
The doll maker sat in the corner of her room, her eye red and stinging from crying so much, her dark hair long fell out of the loose bun she usually kept it in. She was still in her nightdress, her attempt at sleeping had turned into a night of crying. Slowly, she peeled herself away from the corner, knees cracking as she stumbled up, body aching from staying in such a position for so long.
What time was it?
Donnas hand rested itself on the wooden vanity table, nails digging into the wood as her eye spotted herself in the mirror. The tired dollmaker felt a hot rush boil through her veins at the sight of herself. She stared at the cadour until the image was burned into her mind, until the anger boiling through her clouded her mind. In an instant, the doll makers fist hit the glass, a cobweb cracking through it, shifting the image of her.
This started the rage.
This started her attack on the manor this time. Without a thought or worry regarding the dripping cuts on her hand, the doll maker started her rampage, cries rang through the manor, italian curses bouncing off the walls.
Mirror after mirror was shattered, objects thrown at them, objects shattering as they missed and hit the wall instead. The pain in her fist started to comr to light as the last mirror was shattered and the realization of what had happened hit. "Cazzo..."
The doll maker stumbled to closet wall, back sliding down it and her eyes were clenched shut. She was so tired of crying, she just wanted this feeling to be over. "Tu sei una idiota," she mumbled to herself, the sick feeling in her stomach returned.
rundown : The lady of the manor draws you in, what seems like a start of a romance isn't what it seems.
requesting status : open but slow
Cold.
The air in the manor felt cold, dead and still, the place was well taken care of, despite it's years. Still, you lingered. Uninvited in a strange manor. Something drew you here though, and the open door made up your mind. Fear stung your heart, you were breaking the law, you knew you shouldn't be here, this wasn't your home. You couldn't explain why you felt drawn to this place. You wanted to leave. Needed to leave. But you couldn't.
Your legs continued to carry you through the manor, the musky scent of the place carried a faint ting of flowers- lavender, mixed with something metallic, blood perhaps? You didn't know where your legs were taking you, but you didn't make them stop. The manor felt still as you wandered through, you felt a gae on you- a gaze that made you shiver.
You weren't alone.
You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, what drew you here? This place was far from abandoned, but felt oddly empty. Not even a mouse dared to stir in this house of horrors. Here you were, unknowngly falling into the womans trap. How many others have wandered these halls to their doom? Fallen prey to her.
Still, you walked, sound of your footsteps ringing through the manor.
Something touched your arm, and violently you turned around, greeted with an empty space. But how? You could have sworn a gentle hand ran along your arm. You shook it off. Perhaps it was just youe mind playing tickes on you.
You took a deep breath and continued your unknown journey.
Your footsteps clicked as your legs carried you. Your legs carried you to a room, a living room lathered with expensive fabrics and decorations. You spotted a fire place with a painting sitting ontop. The painting held a middle aged couple with a young boy proudly sitting between them. All three had light blonde hair, all three held a proud and regal posture. Yet there was only one that you focused on.
The blonde woman.
In the dim light, she looked powerful, unforgiving and almost cruel. Yet she looked beautiful, and your heart pounded against your chest at the very sight of her.
"I seem to have an intruder," a soft hum of a womans voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you turned to look at her with wide eyes.
There she sat, back tall and proud, lips pulled into a tight smirk. Fuck. Your heart raced with fear, you weren't supposed to be here, and it seems you have stumbled to the lady of the manor. You opened your mouth to speak, but she spoke before you.
"I don't mind visitors, please, sit Dove." The woman in the painting said sweetly as she gestured to the couch across from her. Slowly, you made your way to it, taking a seat across from the woman. "I don't mind those that stumble inside, it is quite cold out, I can understand why you'd stumble away from the cold."
Her voice was like a song being strung from the finest of strings, and you felt your mouth grow dry. "I'm sorry, I really am!" You quickly said, worried that she'd get you in trouble for you wandering in.
The woman's face changed, a look of sympathy lacing her features as she saw your fear. The woman moved to get up, slowly walking to you and carefully sitting next to you. Her body pointed to you, and the scent of lavender and blood overfilled your senses.
"I have no desire to get you in trouble Dove. I promise." She assured you, a hand gently moving to take yours. You flinched at how cold her hand was, almost as cold as a corpse. "My name's Narcissa, there's no need to be afraid." Her voice was calming, and you nodded at the words, relaxing a little bit now. The woman was beautiful, and you were transfixed on her beauty.
You took in a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.
Narcissa seemed to be transfixed on you. You were surely transfixed on her. "Tell me, Dove, do you think I'm pretty?"
What?
You were taken back by her words, did you hear her right? The words made you examine her more, diving further into her beauty. She was a beautiful woman though, and the more you studied her, the more you thought so.
Hesitantly, you nodded at the words. However, it wasn't enough for the lady of the manor. "Words Dove." Was that an order? It made you fluster no matter what it was.
"Yes- I think you are very pretty," that still wasn't the right way to describe her. She was far more than just very pretty. She was a goddess crafted from the finest strings of silk, crafted with the most talented hands. Narcissa was a goddess walking amongst mortals.
The words seemed to please her, and you noticed her leaning closer, not much, but enough to be noticble. "Do you want to kiss me?" She seemed amused, it seemed like she was trying to rope you into a trap, but you didn't care. When offered the sweet nector of a goddess, who were you to deny? Besides, you craved the feeling of those soft lips against yours, you craved to know her taste.
Softly you nodded, "yes," you soft croaked out to the woman, transfixed on her.
The woman leaned closer, giving you room to leave, giving you room to close the space. And you did. You pressed your lips quickly against hers, leaning into the pleasent taste of her. Blood and strawberries filled your senses, why'd she taste of blood?
The taste didn't make you pull away.
Instead, you continued the kiss, craving more of the sweet goddess, she pulled away from the kiss and you whined out, a whine that stopped once her lips met your neck. Soft kisses and bites were littered your skin, till two sharp fangs dug into your neck.
"Ow!" You cried out, the pain stinging through you, you squirmed as she started draining you of your blood till you fell limp.
Rundown : Narcissa decides that you and her need a day out- badly, and so she takes you to a place she knows you'll love. A dinosaur museum!
Requests : open
Narcissa always knew that you loved museums, she knew you could stay there for hours, and so, she had done some research to try and surprise you. So, she searched for a museum that she thought she would like, finding a nice dinosaur one nearby. Narcissa knew the basic things about dinosaurs, and so she did a fair amount of research regarding the distinct beings. Narcissa also checked how long it would take to get there, when they opened and planned out everything. She took into account how long it would take for the two of you to get up and get ready, the hour-long drive and breakfast- just so that you both could get there as close to opening time as possible. She knew that you would want to spend as much time as possible there, and she wanted to give you all the time you wanted. Narcissa planned meals for the two of you, she knew that it had been a while since the two of you had done much lately.
The day before she planned on the two of you going, she told you little about what would happen, just that she was taking you out somewhere for the day, that you'd have to be up early. Narcissa prepared lunch the night before, packed water and made sure everything was perfect!
When the morning came around, Narcissa was the first one up, and she propped herself up on her elbow as she sleepily looked over to you, moving to gently shake your shoulder, a soft kiss planted on your cheek, "time to wake up my darling." She hummed out to you, it wasn't that early, only 7 in the morning. You groaned out at the words, "don't give me that, come on, you'll love what I have in store for you." The first part was teasing and she peppered your cheek in kisses.
"But Cissa," you groaned out, cracking open an eye to look at her sleepily, cracking a soft smile at the sight. She always looked so amazing in the morning, with the soft light falling on her, her blonde hair messy, you always loved how she looked without makeup, without being all done up.
"Come on darling, we're leaving in an hour, I'm going to get ready and make breakfast, get ready, ok?" Narcissa said sweetly to you, not wanting to fall behind on schedule. She rolled out of the bed, and you closed your eyes.
The next thing you knew, a pillow gently wacked your face, and the smell of french toast and bacon filled your senses, you cracked your eyes open to find your beloved girlfriend, arms crossed as she looked down at you. She was already changed and ready for the day. "Darling, come on, it's time to get up," she said with a hint of sternness in her tone, she hated being late.
"Yes dear," you tiredly grumbled out to her, stretching out before moving to get up.
It took you a while to get ready to get up and get ready, but soon, you made your way down the stairs to the kitchen, and Narcissa was already on her second cup of coffee, her breakfast untouched- she always preferred to eat with you. "Sorry for being late Cissa," you said sweetly as you made your way over to her, draping your arms over her shoulders, "I love you," you muttered, nuzzling into your neck, taking in her flowery scent as you did so.
Her hand gently rested on yours, leaning into you, she wasn't mad at you, "I'm not mad dear, I promise." The older woman assured you, "go and eat darling," she hummed out, gently rubbing your arm, and soon you let go, moving to sit in your spot.
"We're are we going?" You sweetly asked her as you both started to eat your breakfast.
"It's a surprise!"
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The drive was nice, it was relaxing, Narcissa had played the music you love, and she drove- meaning that you got to sit back and enjoy the drive. You wonder where she was taking you, and it wasn't until the museum came into view that you realized where she was taking you. Your features lit up at the realization, and with joy, you turned to your girlfriend. "Cissa!" You happily said, sitting up eagerly, you loved museums and you loved dinosaurs! She looked over at you with a small smile as she searched the empty lot for a parking space.
"I know you love museums and dinosaurs, so I brought you here, you can spend as much- or as little time here as you want, and you can tell me about all the facts you want to tell me about, I would love to hear you." Narcissa assured you as she pulled into a spot, she parked the car and her hand moved to rest on your knee. "I hope you have a good, I don't think it opens for a few more minutes though."
You were overthrilled by her words! A whole day at this place, and the offer to listen to you about these beings- it made you beyond happy! "I love you Cissa, I love you so so much, thank you!" You happily said to her, so excited to go inside.
"You're very welcome, I love you too. We haven't gone out much lately, and I want to spend some time with you. I don't know very much about these things, so you'll need to fill me in a bit." You nodded at her words, it was going to be amazing telling her all about your interest! Narcissa was going to stay in the car for a bit, however, you had bounced out of the car already, she just chuckled before unbuckling, reaching back to get the bag with the food and water, made sure she had everything and got out as well. You were eagerly waiting her, and took her hand when she offered it to her, dragging her to the door.
Rundown : Narcissa Malfoy is an amazing art teacher, and she's a very talented woman too. This short blubber talks about Art teacher Narcissa making a move with a university student.
Requests : open
You had Narcissa Malfoy as your art teacher for the past two months, and you were smitten. The woman held her place, she knew who she was, she knew her worth, knew her beauty, and she demanded excellence. Even with her sternness, there was a kindness, a welcoming warmth. She wanted you all to do well, and she ensured that you were all able to do so, offering her help anytime that she could. You also learned that this woman was so incredibly talented! She had been helping with the music program as well, and used to be a middle band and choir teacher for the best part of her teaching life. She could sing, play piano and flute, and was an excellent painter and artist. She had told the class about how she was raised doing this stuff, her mother Druella Black had been a professional singer, and her father had been a pianist, one of the best too. That’s how her parents had met, they had been musical partners that fell madly in love, she never talked about how the couple fell out, their affairs and fights with her beloved middle sister Andromeda. She never talked about her oldest sister, Bellatrix that was locked in prison. Narcissa never talked about the divorce that she was in the middle of having with her husband and the issues with her son. The woman made her life sound amazing, keeping the flaws hidden away from her students. Her life sounded amazing, and you were envious of it. Envious of her beauty, envious that her husband got to lay eyes on such a beautiful creature each night, got to kiss those soft lips.
You had been intimidated by the older woman, she was just so perfect, so talented, it was hard to feel good around such a person.
Narcissa always opened her classroom hours early- in case students wanted to work on class or personal projects, and you always took the opportunity that she gave, always using the empty class to work on your art, and if you had nothing to work on, you’d read or go on your phone. She usually stayed silent, marking assignments and works, doing her own project or reading a book.
“Ma’am,” you broke the silence between the two of you, your voice cracking for the lack of use, as you moved to get up, making your way to the woman with your sketchbook and pencil in hand. The older woman looked up at you, a soft smile adorning her lips as she did so, welcoming you close to her. Once you got to her desk, the intoxicating scent of flowers that clung to her welcomed you in, and you felt your mouth go dry.
“Yes? How can I help you?” Narcissa’s voice was soft, kind and alluring, she set down her pen and what she was marking, reading glasses resting carefully on the bridge of her nose as she looked up at you.
“Well…. This drawing, I need help with the hair, it looks off.” You carefully handed her the sketchbook, and she carefully took it in her hands, adjusting her reading glasses as she studied the drawing. You felt nervous, you always hated her looking at your art, simply because she was so good, and her opinion mattered so much to you. You had asked her for help a few times before this, some mornings you’d come in to her class early simply to learn some extra things from her, she was always more than happy to help, she seemed to love helping.
“May I?” Your teacher asked softly as her blue eyes flashed up to look at you, extending a hand to take your pencil. You nodded at the words and she gently took the pencil, lightly sketching out the are of the hair for you, sketching out how she thought would be the best way to fix it. She kept it light so that you could change it if you pleased. Soon, she offered you the sketch book and pencil back. “It does look quite good, your drawing, you’re one of my favourite students I must say, I think you’ll do very well in this class dove.” Her words were reassuring, her words and the pet name making your heart flutter.
You beamed at her words, carefully taking your things back, your cheeks burning as you studied her. You envied that some man got to kiss those soft and perfect lips, that he got to hold her, adore her. Could she tell what you were feeling? Could she tell that you had a foolish crush on her? The very idea made your cheeks burn up more and you looked away, not quite wanting to leave her side yet.
“You’ll do just fine in this class, and if you ever want more help, you are always more than welcome to ask Dove.” Narcissa assured you before moving to get up from her spot at her desk, resting a soft hand on your shoulder. You could feel her gaze studying you. “Such a darling thing you are, so precious,” the older woman hummed out to you, her hand moving to your chin, gently taking it in her hand and moving your head to look at her. “I can tell you like me,” she hummed out to you, the smile on her lips twisting into a soft smirk as she watched you like prey.
“Wh-I,” you were quick to say as your eyes widened with pure embarrassment at the words, your cheeks burning more as you looked to her, not knowing what to say.
“Would you like me to kiss you Dove?” Narcissa asked softly, her gaze glancing to your lips then back to your eyes, her tongue tracing along her lower lip as she waited for your answer.
“You’re married though.” That’s all your mind could even think about saying, because you did want to kiss her. The soft chuckle that she gave made you furrow your brow, relaxing a bit, what was so funny about your words?
“Married? Oh dove, I’m in the middle of a divorce, and, how about tomorrow instead of coming to class early, we meet for coffee? If you want.” Narcissa suggested to you as she let go of your chin, the smirk tunring into something far kinder, far more sincere. You stayed silent for a minute, thinking about her offer, nodding softly at the words.
“Yes ma’am, I think that’d be a nice idea,” you said softly, unable to shake the smile gracing your lips as you spoke, your heart fluttering at her words. For so long you’ve wanted this to happen, imagined this happening. Now it was real!
Rundown : narcissa charms the reader to fall in love with her, and shocked to learn that not only did the reader actually fall in love with her- but reader is a vampire hunter
Requests : open
Narcissa had been expecting you to be angry, hurt, and her next meal, her little charm had been taken off of you, yet even after she explained what she was, what she did and what you were going to soon be, she was taken back by the chuckle that came from you as you leaned back in the comfortable couch, sipping your wine. Narcissa was almost mad at the lack of fear, leaning towards you from her spot on a nearby chair, showing her fangs in annoyance. “Don’t you get it human? I let you live this long, I am going sink my fangs into you and drain you of your blood, drain you of your life till you fall limp. All you are to me, all you have ever been to me is a meal, a mere toy.” The vampire snarled out to you, and when you got up, making your way closer to her, she didn’t know what you were going to do, and in all honesty, you didn’t know what you were going to do either. You were mad, yes, but you had grown to actually love the other woman, even if you did hunt down and kill her kind, you didn’t have it in you to harm her. Gently, you rested a hand on the top of her head, smiling down at her as you did so.
“Cissa, you don’t mean that, the things you’ve said to me, the way you kiss me, I was more than just a toy. It wasn’t a good thing to do that to me, but I still love you. You are an amazing woman Cissa, beautiful, smart, and I enjoyed our time together.” You softly said to her, and she looked up to you, her icy eyes wide, she had been taken back by the words.
“I’m a monster though,” Narcissa was quick to say, the sternness in her tone falling now, her voice almost a whisper.
“You aren’t a monster.”
Narcissa thought she was going to cry by your words, they touched her, warmed her undead heart in a way. You could tell that she was trying not to cry, trying to keep herself together. “Why aren’t you afraid of me? Everyone else is,” she said, a hint of guilt and disgust in her voice, she hated what she had been forced to become.
“You do what you have to do to survive, I knew you were a vampire a long while ago Cissa, you aren’t very good at hiding it, I didn’t just love you because you made me, I fell in love with you because of who you are. I can’t imagine my life without you now that I have you, if you let me into your heart, I’ll never let anyone hurt you. You deserve to be loved, and I will give you all the love I can offer,” you slowly said to her, and soon you could feel her resting into her. Was she choosing you? It seemed like it.
Narcissa wanted to cry, she had never heard those words before, she never had someone willingly say that they loved her. She closed her eyes tightly as she clung onto you, this was never meant to happen, you were never meant to fall in love with her, but now that you did, she didn’t know how to feel.
“Cissa, I let you live because I love you, I know that you’re a good person, and I know how the Black family takes children to turn them later on. You never chose this life,” you softly said, and she moved to look up, a bit confused by the words, the look of confusion was painted on her face. “I….I’m a vampire hunter.”
The confession made Narcissa almost angry, she had let a vampire hunter into her life, how dumb of her… Yet the words that the human said, the fact that you had openly said that you feel that way about her made her confused, did you actually love her, or was this some twisted game to kill her? “Cissa?” You softly said to her, feeling her tense body slowly pull away from you, and you let go of her, feeling your heart break.”I still love you Cissa, I-I told myself I was going to kill you, but I can’t… I care about you too much,” you were quick to say to her. She looked up to you, a tear rolling gently down her pale cheek.
“Then prove it.”
“How? I’ll do anything to prove it.”
“Let me turn you into a vampire.”
Narcissa words made everything more conflicting for you, you loved this woman, she was everything you could ever want, everything you could ever need in life, you could kill her right here and right now, but you didn’t know if you could allow yourself to become one…
“Cissa…”
You could see more tears rolling down her cheek, and it broke your heart to see her like this, but you couldn’t do it, not now. You weren’t ready. Carefully, you knelt down next to her, taking her hands in yours. “I love you Cissa, that’s a huge step to take for me, and I’m scared about it… I would though, for you.” She understood your words, she was scared to become a vampire all those decades ago. Slowly, you leaned up for a kiss, surprised that she had quickly closed the gap, squeezing your hands tightly.
Y/N and Narcissa sat on the couch, she was lost in her book, and you were laying with your head resting in her lap, lost in your own thoughts. You wanted to tell her that you're nonbinary, wanted to be able to be referred to by your pronouns. Yet you were nervous, you couldn't lose her, she was the love of your life, and you were scared about how she would react. Apparently you had been so lost in thought and worry, that you hadn't noticed her calling your name, finally snapping out of your thoughts when she shook your shoulders. "Dear, are you alright?" She asked softly as you looked up to her, her brows knitting into a worried look.
You felt your stomach fill with butterflies, a knot in your throat. You moved to sit up, moving to take her hand in yours, admiring the soft, long fingers, cheeks heating up as you remembered the amazing way they make you feel. "I have to tell you something, Cissa.. I don't know how you'll react." You mumble, your heart pounding as the words slipped out.
"You can tell me anything, I promise I'll be here for you." Narcissa said in a soft, reassuring tone, her lips moving into a soft smile as she spoke. She wanted to make you feel safe, she wanted you to be able to talk to her without fear. "I love you, darling, with all my heart."
The words brought some relief to you, "I love you too, Cissa.." You say softly, taking in a deep breath to try and calm your racing heart. "I'm non-binary, and I use they/them pronouns. I've wanted to tell you for a while now," you say, with more confidence this time.
"Awe, love, you didn't need to be scared to tell me this. I love you no matter what, if I ever call you anything you feel uncomfortable with, tell me. I'm here for you, I'm here to help you." Narcissa said softly as she brought your hand to her lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of your hand. "Can I tell you something?"
The fact that she had been so accepting of your gender identity brought a warm feeling. You relaxed now, every muscle in your body starting to relax now. Yet the last sentence brought curiosity. "You can tell me anything," you said with a soft nod.
"Well, you're not the only one that's not cis, I am trans. My sisters helped me to come out to my family in school. I never really tell people this, however, I want you to know that I'm here for you. I'll be here to support you." Narcissa softly said, her words taking you back. You just hadn't expected it was all.
"I love you Cissa, and I am so lucky to be dating the most amazing woman in the world!" You say softly, moving to kiss her lips, melting into her lips.
