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hero aspect/over 16-for incest and possible rape undertones (very slight, but just in case it's someone's trigger x).
NarcissaxTonksxBellatrix (implied) (with a cameo by one brightly shining star).
for fickle_goddess (who wanted Narcissa and narcissm) & myvindicator at hp_girlslash. This probably wasn't what they were expecting but Bellatrix/Narcissa are as close to squick as I get (it's not the incest, I just don't like them)...whereas Tonks is my favourite...and this is the only situation that I could ever see it being plausible. So I tried x
(I own nothing. I wouldn't want them. The first line is, of course, paraphrasing good old Will.)
This space would be infinite (her body contains continents), were it not that she has bad dreams.
She's had this dream often. Her aunts are mirror images (filigree and jet), but there's nothing of any substance (their beauty'd scrape away under her fingernails). Her aunts corner her, darting (snakes)...circling (vultures). Beautiful, but they know a lot about Death.
They look at her, and she trembles (she wishes that she was like her mother, head held high, not broken, never broken, ran away with just a box of photographs and the love in her heart, made strong and clothed by love). Bellatrix is the image of Andromeda, but life (the life she chose) has made her cruel (red slash mouth and glass eyes). Bellatrix has her mother's hands (long fingers, slightly knobbled knuckles), only Bellatrix's nails are long and scarlet. Bellatrix's touch (the edges of her ear and the back of her neck under the collar of her shirt) makes something inside her contract (she understands how rabbits freeze in hunter's lights). Narcissa is behind her (Narcissa, pale and waxy as a funeral flower), hands on her shoulders, over her breasts. They lean together over her, scarlet lips on scarlet lips. Leaves her strangely cold, that kiss (you can't burn with cold blood).
They're looking at her (Bellatrix's hand inside Narcissa's blouse, delicate silk, crimson on white and pale pink).
"You could be so much prettier, Nymphadora..." When Narcissa pushes her fingers through her hair, her nails catch and pull. "Longer..."
She's had this dream before (it's easier if she plays along). Narcissa makes a soft sound of approval, smoothing long pale hair (long and pale like her own: Narcissa is aptly named). She changes her eyes, her mouth (the tilt of her chin).
It hurts a little, when it's forced.
"Shhhh...don't cry," says Bellatrix, her hand inside her shirt now, "Just a little more..."
And then she feels a hand on her shoulder, heavy and warm. She's doesn't believe in God (dad does) but she believes in this. She believes in him. He is the best and bravest and the most handsome (she's loved him her whole life). She's had this dream before.
And he is not afraid.
He always shines brighter in her dreams (casts a different, bolder light), and they shy away from him (like insects under stones). He stands behind her, his fingers against the pulse in the side her neck (shining star).
"I'm not afraid of you," she tells her aunts (waking up now, can feeling Hermione's arm around her, under her breasts andhe'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgone...they say a star's light shines long after it dies).
For a moment, at dream's edge, she almost believes it.
NarcissaxTonksxBellatrix (implied) (with a cameo by one brightly shining star).
for fickle_goddess (who wanted Narcissa and narcissm) & myvindicator at hp_girlslash. This probably wasn't what they were expecting but Bellatrix/Narcissa are as close to squick as I get (it's not the incest, I just don't like them)...whereas Tonks is my favourite...and this is the only situation that I could ever see it being plausible. So I tried x
(I own nothing. I wouldn't want them. The first line is, of course, paraphrasing good old Will.)
This space would be infinite (her body contains continents), were it not that she has bad dreams.
She's had this dream often. Her aunts are mirror images (filigree and jet), but there's nothing of any substance (their beauty'd scrape away under her fingernails). Her aunts corner her, darting (snakes)...circling (vultures). Beautiful, but they know a lot about Death.
They look at her, and she trembles (she wishes that she was like her mother, head held high, not broken, never broken, ran away with just a box of photographs and the love in her heart, made strong and clothed by love). Bellatrix is the image of Andromeda, but life (the life she chose) has made her cruel (red slash mouth and glass eyes). Bellatrix has her mother's hands (long fingers, slightly knobbled knuckles), only Bellatrix's nails are long and scarlet. Bellatrix's touch (the edges of her ear and the back of her neck under the collar of her shirt) makes something inside her contract (she understands how rabbits freeze in hunter's lights). Narcissa is behind her (Narcissa, pale and waxy as a funeral flower), hands on her shoulders, over her breasts. They lean together over her, scarlet lips on scarlet lips. Leaves her strangely cold, that kiss (you can't burn with cold blood).
They're looking at her (Bellatrix's hand inside Narcissa's blouse, delicate silk, crimson on white and pale pink).
"You could be so much prettier, Nymphadora..." When Narcissa pushes her fingers through her hair, her nails catch and pull. "Longer..."
She's had this dream before (it's easier if she plays along). Narcissa makes a soft sound of approval, smoothing long pale hair (long and pale like her own: Narcissa is aptly named). She changes her eyes, her mouth (the tilt of her chin).
It hurts a little, when it's forced.
"Shhhh...don't cry," says Bellatrix, her hand inside her shirt now, "Just a little more..."
And then she feels a hand on her shoulder, heavy and warm. She's doesn't believe in God (dad does) but she believes in this. She believes in him. He is the best and bravest and the most handsome (she's loved him her whole life). She's had this dream before.
And he is not afraid.
He always shines brighter in her dreams (casts a different, bolder light), and they shy away from him (like insects under stones). He stands behind her, his fingers against the pulse in the side her neck (shining star).
"I'm not afraid of you," she tells her aunts (waking up now, can feeling Hermione's arm around her, under her breasts andhe'sgonehe'sgonehe'sgone...they say a star's light shines long after it dies).
For a moment, at dream's edge, she almost believes it.