#SapphicSeptember2019

[evan-writes-once-in-a-blue-moon]

Sapphic September prompt 6- "Take us home."

Ingrid Rosworth/Reader

WC: 520ish I think :) lil shorter.

Contains: ooo an event!, Kiki is there :) , introvert!reader

Type: domestic fluff, wlw/nblw

AN: its a little shorter but still sweet. Debut moment :)

Summary: Attending an event with Ingrid may be glamorous, but home is much more luring after a long week.

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The glamorous decorations on the walls and the attendees were dazzling, certainly, but shortly they grew too much.

You did enjoy these events, to a degree. Seeing Ingrid in her finest clothes was always a sight to see. But you had to admit you were jealous for her attention.

You had gotten ready together and arrived together, which shocked your co-workers. This was your first event as a couple. You'd been together a few months, dating privately and not volunteering the fact that you were dating anyone, let alone your superior.

After a while of mingling together, you decided to reconvene later. You made your way over to a friend, Kiki Bennett from Themis Law.

"Hey, Kiki," you greeted her.

"Hi!" She smiled and hugged you enthusiastically. "You look incredible!"

"Thanks, you look good, too," you smiled. She was a little younger than you but well on her way to a successful career. She was charming and was easy to talk to or listen to if you needed a moment away from the main busyness of these sorts of events.

"When did you and Ingrid start going out?" She asked, moving closer and her voice was quiet, as if conspiring with you.

"A few months ago," you shrugged.

"Why didn't you tell me??"

She had known about your crush on Ingrid, and had encouraged you to say something sooner than later. You'd known she would be excited to hear any sort of details.

"Because we decided not to tell anyone until we were ready, Kiki," you smiled. "But I can tell you about a few dates, if you want to know..."

"Absolutely of course!!" Her voice got a little loud with her excitement, but she just giggled and listened intently.

After speaking with Kiki, you mingled with a few other acquaintances, you made your way back to Ingrid.

Your social battery was running out and you were, admittedly, checking the time much too frequently. You politely listened to a few conversations, and privately was proud of Ingrid as she made some rebuttals to stupid arguments or just dismissed someone's foolish remarks.

But you could only be so entertained by he conversations for so long. Eventually, you rested your head against her arm for a moment, though, hoping she got the signal.

She immediately turned her attention to you and asked quietly, "Ready to go?"

You nodded, thankful it was easy enough. "Take us home."

She smiled softly at you, then returned her attention to the men she was standing with. "Thank you for hosting this event, it was lovely. We'll see you all next week. Have a good evening," she said, and then put an arm around your waist and you walked out together.

She closed the door for you once you got into her car on the passenger side. She handed the valet a bill and then got in on the driver's side.

She looked over at you before pulling out of park and putting it in drive. "You said "take us home." Did you mean to?"

You smiled and nodded. "Seems to make sense, since we work together and attend events together."

"Are you sure you dont just want a chauffeur?" She teased as she put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.

"If you were my chauffeur, I'd sit in the back," you answered. You were rewarded with a smile and a hand on your knee.

It looked like you had a busy weekend ahead.

[dancingsparks]

Interlude

This was written as part of Sapphic September and for the prompt “I don’t know what to feel right now.” by @rockmarina

Also on Ao3

Hermione knows she should be happy, should be ecstatic, should dance around the room and shout her joy into the sky. Instead here she stands, frozen brain racing with circling thoughts and everything else shutting down.

“I don't know what to feel right now.” The healer is nodding at her in understanding, as if it’s totally normal for the relatives of coma patients to stand outside the room, hesitant to go in. As if she is not holding everyone up because she can’t be happy already about this clearly good thing.

“What is there to know? It’s amazing that she woke up — a miracle! Go in there and say hello to your fiancée.” Ron's words, while well-intentioned, only serve to make her feel worse. She hasn't spoken to Pansy in 3 years, 3 years that seem like an eternity now. Hermione has been heartbroken when she was attacked and the healers couldn't fully bring her back, has spent countless days sitting by her bedside and reading to her, hoping she would wake up before she decided the pain was too much, that she couldn't do it anymore.

And now Pansy — her Pansy, the woman Hermione planned her life with, who organised her bookshelves to be aesthetically pleasing instead of according to theme and refused to back down, who is a surprisingly good cook and took to force-feeding Hermione when she was too lost in research, who could be annoying and stubborn and pretentious but who Hermione loved with all her heart — is awake. And Hermione doesn't know what to do.

She moved on with her life, she cried and grieved and hoped and then she moved on. She bought a new flat because she couldn't stand the empty spaces anymore and she packed all of Pansy's things that she couldn't let go off and hid them in the attic. She learnt to sleep without Pansy in her bed and to make her own food. She accepted that the life she had dreamed of won’t be happening. Except that now it could, Pansy isn't in a coma anymore, is a wake and healthy and once again a person, not just a body.

She will want her life back, will want to continue where they got interrupted and live the life they wanted. Hermione doesn't know if she can do that.

It sounds wonderful in theory — unpack the boxes in the attic, let Pansy rearrange the books again and make up for lost time. She wants that so much, wants it back so badly — she used to dream of this moment. But Hermione isn't the same person anymore, doesn't fit into the relationship they had anymore.

“Hermione?” Ron sounds seriously concerned now. Maybe she shouldn't have brought him; maybe she should have come alone. “Look, I don't understand what you are feeling right now, obviously, but you can talk to me about it, I can listen. This clearly isn't easy for you and if you can’t do this right now you don't have to, we could leave and come back later of you want.”

While the thought of going in there and face Pansy is terrible, deeply interwoven with disappointing her and confusion and hurt on both sides, the thought of leaving is worse. If Hermione leaves now, she won’t come back. She would give up on Pansy again; she would walk away and spend the rest of her life pretending she doesn't miss her. And Hermione has had enough of that in the last years to know that she doesn't want to do it ever again.

Forcing a smile for Ron she takes a deep breath, stands up a little straighter and knocks on the door.

[ununquadius]

Hairy

Summary: Hermione is sure Pansy doesn't like her body hair

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson/Hermione Granger

Tags: Body Hair, Body Image, (no) Shaving

Words: 907

Author Notes: Thanks so much @rockmarina for that gorgeous prompt list you posted on tumblr that inspired this fic! I took the prompt 6 "hairy" for this one

A big thank you to @drarryruinedme7 for your wonderful comments

And another big thanks to randoyoyo for the amazing beta work

Read on AO3

"What are you doing?" Ginny frowned at Hermione's legs from her place at their little bathroom door. 

"What?" Hermione tried to sound confused, although she knew too well what Ginny was talking about. 

"You're shaving your legs. You don't shave."

"Maybe now I do." Hermione kept her eyes down, fixed on her right leg, that was now half hairy and half not. 

"And what happened to that speech you gave me five years ago about the stupidity of having to waste your time shaving when Ron nor Harry had to?" 

She looked at Ginny and saw that she had her arms crossed now too. She sighed. 

"It's because of Pansy." She could feel the heat on her face at admitting it.

"Pansy wants you to shave?" Ginny asked, eyebrow raised in disbelief and tone as cold as ice. 

"No, she hadn't said anything, but…she gives this a lot of importance, you know? I don't want her to look at my legs and stop liking me. I like her a lot, I don't want to lose her just because I don't want to waste ten minutes every day doing this."

"Hermione…," Ginny sat next to her on the wooden bench Luna had made when she had her DIY phase. "I shave only for aerodynamics, and Luna doesn't, at all. Do you think I will stop loving her just because her legs and armpits are hairy? If I did, then I'd be an idiot that wouldn't deserve her. And the same goes for Pansy."

"It's the first time in years I have this. I don't want to be alone again."

She had had a very bad time after she and Ron broke up. It had taken her years to feel like herself again, and now that she finally got it, she didn't want to lose it over some little hairs. 

Ginny hugged her with one arm. 

"Look, if this is what you want, then go ahead, but don't do it just because you think she's going to love you more like this. That's just stupid." 

She kissed her on the cheek and went out. Hermione stared at her half hairy leg and made a decision. 

***

They had a nice dinner in one of the fancy restaurants that was on Pansy's list of "places that serve actual food and no shit", and were sat on Pansy's comfy sofa, drinking a glass of wine. 

"Pansy…I…I have to tell you something," Hermione said, staring at her drink. 

"What? That sounds serious, are you going to break up with me?" Her tone was playful, but Hermione saw the doubt that crossed her dark eyes. 

"No, silly. I love you, but-" 

"Uh-oh, I don't like that but there."

"Let me finish!" She moved her hand to emphasize her words, and so the wine spilled all over her white trousers. "Fuck!" 

"Shit! Scourgify!" Pansy's spell cleaned the mess but the delicate fabric still wore a faint stain. "Ah, we better use some cleaning potion with that. I have some here. Give me the trousers, I'll give you something to wear."

She waited but Hermione didn't move. She still wasn't sure she had made the right decision listening to Ginny. 

"Hermione?" 

"I'll change in your room."

"Aw, shy I might see you in your underwear? How cute!" 

Hermione rolled her eyes and went to find something to wear and that hopefully hide her hairy legs. But of course, her stupid girlfriend didn't have long trousers nor long skirts. It was summer, and summer was to show off your legs, apparently. Why did she have to fall for such a vain, fashionable git? She put on some short pyjama pants and went back to the living room. 

"They look good on you," Pansy said, throwing her a smile. 

Hermione smiled back and sat on the sofa. 

"What happened to your leg?" Pansy grabbed her right leg and pat it. "Why do you only have hair on one half?" 

"I shaved it, but then I stopped."

"Didn't you tell me you didn't shave, that that was another form of sexism?" Pansy still was patting her leg, playing with her hair. 

"Yes. It is. But I thought that maybe… Well, you spend a lot of time making sure your eyebrows have the exact same number of hairs, and you wast-, you spend like half an hour every morning with creams and making sure your body has as little hair as possible so I thought… I thought that maybe, maybe you wouldn't like me if you saw how hairy I am." She felt ridiculous when she stopped talking. It was really a very ridiculous situation. 

Pansy laughed. 

"Merlin! If I wanted to date someone that spends too much time worrying over their hair I'd date myself or Blaise or Draco!" She put Hermione's leg on the floor again and sat closer to her. "But I'm dating you. And I love that you find ridiculous all my morning routine, that you think you're wasting your time if you shave. I love you as you are. Bookworm. Beautiful. Weird. Smart. Sarcastic." 

"I'm not weird!" 

"Yes, you are." Pansy approached more, her mouth almost touching Hermione's cheek. "So, so weird."

"But you love me."

"Of course, I love you!" She jumped, and sat on Hermione's thighs, facing her. Hermione hugged her, putting their faces very close again. "And now I'm going to kiss you."

Hermione couldn't say no to that.

[stargazing-enby]

Sapphic September prompts for all of you wlw ship lovers who want to write some nice wlw drabbles this September 😊

You get two prompts per day of the month: a dialogue line and a one-word prompt. Feel free to choose one, to write something for each, or to combine them both if you find a way! 

If you use the tag #sapphicseptember2019 when posting I’d be really grateful! Wanna see what comes out of these 😋

Warning: some of the following prompts are/can be read as mature.

1 - “I want you to kiss me.” / Immense

2 - “I lied.” / Eerie

3 - “Well, things just got interesting.” / Socks

4 - “I don’t expect you to understand.” / Frail

5 - “Please.” / Blanket

6 - “Take us home.” / Hairy

7 - “I’d like to see you try.” / Cold

8 - “May I?” / Music

9 - “Leave me alone.” / Monster

10 - “You don’t mean that.” / Shaky

11 - “Where do you want me to touch?” / Stretch marks

12 - “I want out.” / Soothing

13 - “Is that my shirt?” / Heartache

14 - “Are you in love with me?” / Towel

15 - “I don’t know if I can keep doing this.” / Rain

16 - “Look at how much you’re enjoying this.” / Different

17 - “I want this.” / Darkness

18 - “Don’t go.” / Tender

19 - “Seems like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while...” / Freckles

20 - “You heathen.” / Doubt

21 - “Why do I put up with you?” / Silence

22 - “Are you okay?” / Belly

23 - “I’ve fantasised about this happening.” / Breathless

24 - “Don’t stop.” / Secret

25 -  “Good morning.” / Edge

26 - “Who cares?” / Ocean

27 - “Let go of me!” / Shadow

28 - “...or are you a coward?” / Prowess

29 - “I don’t know how to feel right now.” / Quaint

30 - “Why?” / Delicate

Have fun writing! 💗

[knowyourincantations]

Ginny Weasley x Pansy Parkinson

“What do you want?” Ginny asked.

Pansy glanced around again, then lifted her chin in an exaggerated display of confidence. So exaggerated that Ginny would have teased her for it any other time.

“I want you to kiss me,” Pansy said boldly. “Then I’ll tell you.”

- Bartering for a Kiss

[groovyheartpatrol]

Weird colors? Maybe! Happy sapphic september

[jupiter-descending]

Saphhic September day 1: please stay or just get it over with

I'm not over bubbline

I'm using @wordsbymedusa and @the-crownless-queen 's prompt list!

[the-crownless-queen]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marlene McKinnon/Dorcas Meadowes, Dorcas Meadowes & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Weasley Family Characters: Dorcas Meadowes, Marlene McKinnon Additional Tags: Sapphic September 2019, Harry Potter was Raised by Other(s), AU in which Harry is raised by Dorcas, (and her gf Marlene), set in the verse of a longer fic I'll probably write someday, but that Harry is raised by Dorcas is pretty much all you need to know Series: Part 8 of Sapphic September 2019 Summary:

It only belatedly occurs to Dorcas that maybe trusting Molly's kids, which have often been referred to as 'little hellions', to babysit Harry might not have been the smartest idea.

- an AU in which Harry is raised by Dorcas Meadowes (and Marlene McKinnon).

[johnlockedinwarstan]

Sapphic September Prompt "Please Stay"

"Please stay?" Eurus asks the figure beyond the glass.

"I can't...two hours...I have to go" Molly says as the guards come to escort here away.

"No. No!" Eurus pounds on the walls of her cage.

Molly puts her hand on the window between her and Eurus. 

"I'll be back next week."

...

"She shouldn't be locked away on that island." Molly says to Sherlock.

"Mycroft thinks she's too dangerous." Sherlock replies.

"She's brilliant and been in solitary confinement since she was six." 

"There's nothing I can do."

"Oh come off it Sherlock" her voice raising. 

"She killed people. She manipulates them. She's manipulating you.

"She was never taught right and wrong." 

"You shouldn't have to teach someone not to murder."

"Like you never pulled a trigger on someone before."

Sherlock's face goes cold and he walks out.of the room.

...

Mycroft had invited Molly to his private bunker of an office. She had hoped after Sherlock's death she wouldn't ever have to come back but here she was.

"Three Months" Mycroft says to Molly.

"What?"

"Three months probation in your care." He pauses. "Anything she does you are directly responsible for."

"What are you talking about?"

"My sister will be released to your care. She will wear a tracker on her ankle at all times."

"Are you serious?"

"Deathly"

...

Molly woke up to a violin crying. Her neighbors were going to hate her. Eurus' face showed nothing. The violin spoke of sorrow, fear, and violence.

"Do you want to talk about it?

"I am."

...

One night Eurus shuffled into her room and under her covers. Molly wrapped her in her arms.

"You're safe."

...

They don't have sex. Eurus whispers all the things she wants to do to Molly in her ear. But flinches when Molly reaches for her. 

"Have you ever had sex?"

Eurus doesn't answer.

...

Eurus starts kissing Molly at random moments when her hands are full. Always when Molly can't kiss back. Molly has suspicions but it's not her place to push.

...

"No one ever talked to me."

Molly nodded her head to let Eurus know she was listening.

"He or she--don't remember, don't care--did."

Eurus fiddles with the bottom of her tshirt.

"They weren't scared of me."

Eurus opens her eyes. When did she close them?

"After them I wanted everyone to be scared of me."

...

Molly sends Mycroft Holmes a text.

"She is never going back to that island."

Almost immediately he receives the reply.

"Eurus Homes is permanently transferred into Molly Hooper's custody.

...

They are in bed one night when Eurus says.

"I'm not afraid of you."

"Good."

Eurus turns over and gives Molly a quick close mouthed kiss on the lips.

"I love you" Molly whispers.

Eurus doesn't answer but her lips twitch up in the smallest of smiles. She isn't ready to say it back yet but Molly doesn't mind waiting. They have the rest of their lives.

[woahpip]

autumn means i’m falling for you

sapphic september drabbles from me. ao3 link at the end.

Day 1:  1 - “I want you to kiss me.” / Immense

hope that a person can change

They'd been skirting around each other for days it seems.

 Literally dodging glances around a mass of skirts. Pansy didn't seem thrilled about being on the team helping put together Ginny Potter's gown for the anniversary ball, but she was cooly polite.

 Hermione had heard about the woman's life changes; she wouldn't admit it out loud but she was proud of Pansy. Last she heard, Pansy had been spending minimal time with her prejudiced family, instead traveling to work on her fashion skills. Luna even interviewed her for a one-page spread in The Quibbler; Hermione remembered reading Pansy's answer to Luna's probing question "Do you have any regrets in your life so far?"

"I'm genuinely glad you asked me that Luna. I do have regrets, so many that sometimes my chest feels like it's squeezing me to death. That sometimes I wish I wasn't here.

 But I've learned that all I can do is be better. I don't expect anyone to forgive me or want me in their lives. I just want to be better, so anyone who finds me next can know the best me."

 Ginny had read the interview too, which is why she didn't make a fuss when the designer who offered to give her a fancy gown named her assistant.

 "Like she said...I don't think I can forgive her. But I can let her live her life."

 It helped that Pansy seemed to be an incredible designer, with an eye for details. Hermione and Ginny were doing much of the planning for the ten year anniversary of the end of the war, so she'd been bustling around the living room while the designers worked. She couldn't help but admire the intricate spells used to resize, dye, and sew pieces of fabric. Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets when she noticed Pansy ;hand-sewing danty embroidery into the hem of the skirt. Apparently the stared so hard, Pansy felt it and decided to break the code of silence she had stuck to since starting.

 "Muggle sewing is the way to go for dainty things like this. No spells are as successful for wand sewing in little spaces." Pansy kept her eyes on her work. Hermione didn't know if she should go back to her work, but her mouth kept talking.

 "Where did you learn hand sewing?"

 "I started looking at Muggle art, mostly old Victorian portraits. Eventually went to a museum and saw a depiction of two young girls embroidering. They looked kind of beaten down and tired. But their backs were stiff straights, and hands working. Anyway...I researched it after that and decided I needed to try. It's really helped my career too-- not many magical designers know hand sewing."

 She finished and looked up at Hermione. Their eyes finally met. The air didn't leave the room, there was no crackling of electricity.

 There was a growing feeling in Hermione's belly, about giving a girl a chance. Hope that a person can change.

 And a real appreciation for dark, endless eyes.

  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20487152/chapters/48615437#workskin

[remi-writes-sometimes]

I don't notice when Elle stops talking. One moment I was listening to her ramble and watching her eyes sparkle. As I lift my head from Elle's shoulder, she looks at me.

"Ah, your awake!" she smiles, "I forgot you often stay up late, and then I went and woke you up at five this morning."

She had a point, she did get me up early, but she did make me breakfast in return.

Elle checks her phone and glances out the window, "Good. We're almost there."

I also look out the window, trying to figure out where we are. "Right. You still haven't told me where we're heading," I glance back at her.

"No worries, you'll see," Elle pulls on the cord, signaling our stop.

We get off the bus and walk for six blocks. Elle leads me to the left, where I stop in my tracks. In front of us is the entrance to ValleyFair, the largest amusement park within three hours.

I laugh and throw my arms around Elle's neck. I can't believe she really remembered this and planned it all without me knowing.

"Thank you," I whisper in her eye, squeezing her even tighter. I almost start crying.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Elle scoots closer to me and yawns. We just finished eating.

"Ready to head home?" I ask.

Elle only nods, yawning again.

"Alright I'll call an Uber to take us home then," I say, already pulling out my phone.

I check the Uber app and see the closest person will be able to be here by 5:55 p.m. Great, ten minutes away. I call them to arrange.

Elle fell asleep before I finished, so I nudge her awake. "Want a piggyback ride?" I ask, getting up from the booth. I turn around, waiting for her answer.

She doesn't respond, but climbs up on my back instead. I walk outside to wait for the Uber.

The Uber arrives and I open the back door. "Take us home, please," I say, giving them the address of a gas station near our apartment.

Elle ends up falling asleep on my lap, and I let her be. She did so much for me today, I can't thank her enough.

Once we reach the gas station, I thank and pay the driver. Instead of trying to wake Elle up, I pick her up and carry her.

I lay Elle down on our bed, kiss her forehead.

Elle wakes up enough to mumble "Love you."

Before I respond, Elle is fast asleep. I laugh, "I love you too, babe."

[rayfollowsfromhere]

Sapphic September Day 15

Emmett was certain his Monday was going to be better than his Sunday - it wouldn't even have been difficult! - but then it had started raining. He was mid-bite of his turkey sandwich when the downpour began, sitting in the park to enjoy a nice fall day. There'd been a tad bit of wind that morning, but nothing to forewarn the town of the impending torrent.

The rain fell fast and soaked Emmett right to his bones. His sandwich was ruined. He threw it into the trash knowing full well that some lucky bird or squirrel would be feasting on it soon.

"Hey, boss," Tarisa greeted him with a small giggle as he walked into the office. He was dripping on the floor - this was why they had linoleum. Emmett stuck his tongue out at Tarisa as he walked to his desk.

"Any calls come in while I was out?" Emmett asked. Tarisa shook her head. She was strapping on her holster. "Speed traps, T? On a Monday?"

Tarisa's responding laughter echoed off the walls and when the door snapped shut behind her, Emmett flinched. An ache curled around the base of his skull as Emmett started sorting through his paperwork. There wasn't much - a few complaints he needed to follow up on out in the county, and the file on Galvin Davies that Eleanora had asked for yesterday.

Emmett had already decided he'd drop Galvin's file off later - he'd seen Eleanora leaving the cemetery that morning, he had no desire to know what had put the frown on her face.

"Only one thing left on the to do list in town then…" Emmett stood with a sigh. He stacked the complaints and Galvin's file to hold underneath his jacket as he walked from the front door to his car.

The historic district was only a few blocks over and Amity Lawn was home. The man answered the door with fingers clinched on the frame.

"I already told you I didn't kill Ana," Amity somehow managed to look more like a ghost than the one that Emmett had actually seen. His eyes were ringed with tired circles and patches of his skin were so dry they'd started to crack.

Emmett nodded inwards, "I know, Mr. Lawn, I just had a few questions for you." They were Eleanora's questions in truth - she'd ask them of him and he hadn't known the answers.

"Alright." The fingers slipped from the door frame and Emmett walked inside. The house was just as spotless as it had been on his first visit last week. "Would you like some water or anything?" Amity walked with long strides into his kitchen.

"No, thank you, I don't want to take up too much of your time." Emmett could see the makings of a soup all lined up the counter.

Amity continued his cooking. He replaced each seasoning in its line as he stirred them into a broth. He was quick and quiet, efficient.

"You haven't been back in town long, I know," Emmett broached the subject slowly, "Has anyone been aggressive with you? Provocative?"

"What?" Amity's brow furrowed and his hand paused mid-stir.

Emmett sighed, "Is there anyone in town that might want to hurt you Amity?" Now the man snorted.

There was anger rising in Amity's eyes as his cheeks reddened, "The whole town comes to mind. I'm the reason Galvin is dead, and he was a popular man. A good man."

"One of the best," Emmett agreed. He shoved his hands in his pocket. "But I'm talking hate, Amity, not anger, not sadness. Who would want to watch you suffer?"

Amity's eyes dulled and his jaw went slack. "I…" he shook his head, "No one." He frowned into his pot. Emmett waited, let the silence fester. His eyes darted back up to the sheriff, "The only ones who've wanted to talk to me to since I got to town are you and Oriana."

"I know you and Ana were thinking of starting things up again? You chatted a few times, I remember you saying."

Emmett took a seat at the counter as Amity began to chop up some herbs. His hands moved deftly, palm pressed to the top of the knife. The tip of the blade never left the cutting board.

"Can you imagine that?" Amity murmured, "She still…she still wanted to give me a chance. Even after what I did." Amity shook his head. "I told her, I did, that Galvin was right about me - I'm no good for her, for anyone."

"Galvin thought you were angry, Amity, and he was right." Emmett ran his hand through his hair. "He said the same to me once, but he was also one of the first to support my bid for sheriff. Galvin would have recognized you're different now."

Amity just shrugged. He used his knife to pick up his chopped herbs. The slid down the blade into the waiting broth when he tilted it over the pot. "Ana said the same, she blamed herself for Galvin too. Thought we should put it behind her, but I think Domi… Dominique's got the right of it. You don't come back from stuff like that."

"You spoke to her?" Emmett's forehead creased. "When?"

"Ran into her at the graveyard, interrupt her, more like." Amity wiped his knife clean. "She was angry, told me to leave." His hands gripped the counter with white knuckles, "Her friend did too, but…"Amity shook his head, "Her friend scares me."

Emmett felt his spine stiffen. "Eleanora?" Amity shrugged. "Brunnette, short hair, average height, suspenders and slacks?" Amity nodded. "Why would she scare you?"

Amity blinked at him, head tilted, "Her eyes are empty."

It was still raining when Emmett left, but he was too inside his own head to care that the hem of his pants were being splattered with mood with each step. When he got to his car he looked at his stack of files and papers in the passenger seat. He slipped Galvin's file to the bottom and drove out of town.

Three follow ups - all of them complaints of minor vandalism on farms - took him little time at all. Rebellious teens were the common theory and Georgie had gotten a look at the boys who had spray painted the high school mascot on his barn. Lucky for them, Georgie was fine with an apology and some free labor in exchange for dropping the charges.

Eventually, Emmett ran out of excuses for not dropping by the Davies'. Nic answered the door with a raised eyebrow. Emmett held up his file, "Eleanora asked me for a favor."

"Haven't seen her much today," Nic waved him inside and pointed down the hall, "Last door on the right." Domi waved at him from the kitchen and Emmett felt his smile tighten before he heading for the guest room.

"Hey sheriff," Eleanora opened the door with a smile after the first knock. Emmett stared into her eyes. They were brown - like 80% of everybody else - and her pupils twitched as she stared back. "You okay?"

He had no idea, honestly, as he continued to stare. He offered her Galvin's file. She took it without breaking eye contact. Her eye lids lowered slightly as a frown pulled on her face.

"Sheriff?" One of the pupils constricted as the other dilated out. He blinked. They were the same size again, but the skin of her face was cracked, like Amity's, but red and bleeding.

He didn't hear her shout his name. He watched her mouth move as he crumpled down. Emmett couldn't not watch as cracks slip down her neck, spreading like a lava flow to leave bloody gashes all over her body. The red oozed over her clothes and dripped to the floor.

Domi's face moved into his sight line, obstructing his view with wide eyes and a flurry of hands. He felt her fingers press into his neck. Her hair grazed over his shoulder as she knelt over him.

It didn't click until then that he was on the floor.

[dancingsparks]

Inadequate Silences

This was written as part of Sapphic September and for the prompt “I want this.” by @rockmarina

Also on Ao3

“So I decided to leave you and run away with her.” Hermione is still bent over her book, not giving any indication that she heard a word that Pansy said, just like the last 20 minutes. Pansy sighs. She didn’t expect much from their ‘Library-Date’ but is it really too much to ask that her girlfriend at least looks at her ever once in a while?

“That’s great, love.” Enough is enough, Pansy has gritted her teeth long enough and told herself that education is important, that Hermione enjoys studying and that it wouldn’t be fair to ask her to give it up. But this is a new low. Pansy is used to cancelled dates, accepted that Hermione doesn’t feel comfortable telling anyone and that she can’t kiss her girlfriend in public, but this was supposed to make up for it, supposed to be her time.

Pansy was so excited when Hermione told her, agonised over what to wear and made a list of what she wanted to do and talk about, but Hermione is almost oblivious to her presence. And Pansy doesn’t want to beg for scraps anymore, doesn’t want to wait around until Hermione has a second to spare for her. Pansy likes her, enjoys spending time with her and honestly thought they could have built something great. But not like this.

Hurt and annoyed Pansy slams her own book shut, intend on getting up as loudly as possible so Hermione would at least notice her leaving, when Hermione suddenly looks up, actually looks at her. Pansy sits still, savouring the moment and mourning what they could have had and that she would never get to experience.

She might as well do this right.

“I am going to leave now, and unless you actually want this, I am not coming back.” Hermione frowns at her, as if Pansy didn’t just pour out her heart to her, or as close as she is likely to get right now anyway. She doesn’t know what she expected, but it certainly wasn’t for Hermione to dumbly stare at her.

“I want this, of course I do.” Yes, of course she does. Really, how could Pansy not have realised this when Hermione spends all her time buried in books and refusing to even smile at her when someone might see. Of course she wants this. Pansy should have left sooner, she doesn’t know how she allowed this for so long, how she let herself be treated like this for so long.

“Maybe you should reconsider your priorities then, because this, what we have been doing, I don’t want that anymore. Have fun with your books.” And then Pansy leaves, because if she doesn’t leave now she will stay another month and maybe one more after that. And she can’t do that anymore. She can’t keep watching from the sidelines, hoping against hope that Hermione has ten minutes in her busy schedule put aside for her, compromising what she wants to make someone else comfortable, someone who doesn’t give back nearly enough.

Pansy will miss her, the stolen little moments, the fond exasperation, the way her hair clings to her fingers and that small smile that was reserved only for her. But in the end, Pansy can’t live of only those little specks of colours, splatter over a long time of waiting in the shadows.

Pansy walks out, holding her head high in the grim satisfaction that Hermione will be staring after her. Hopefully she realises what she just lost. Hopefully she is miserable.

Despite this, Pansy can’t stop a last look back. Hermione is staring after her, biting her lip and a frown on her face. Pansy knows that expression well, it means Hermione doesn’t understand something. But there is something else too, something conflicted, scared. Meeting her eyes, Pansy thinks it might not be over after all, that all is not lost yet. It’s Hermione’s move next, her who decides what their future looks like. Pansy did her part.

[ununquadius]

I want you to kiss me

I was going through tumblr and luckily stumbled upon this gorgeous prompt list by @rockmarina about wlw ships! I couldn't resist and wrote this little drabble about Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown.

Prompt: I want you to kiss me

Unbetaed! Sorry for my mistakes!

The moonlight bathed the room in silver, what made things easier to Parvati, who would have to walk in the darkness otherwise. She put the teacup on the bedside table and waited for the lump that was in the bed to react.

It didn't.

"Lav." She sat down on the bed and shook her girlfriend a bit. "Lav, come on." She caressed the other girl's hair, but she remained buried under the blankets, stubbornly. "It wasn't that bad."

Finally, the lump moved. A very messy head bolted up, and two blue eyes glared at her.

"It wasn't that bad? Seriously?"

The truth was it had been that bad, but Parvati wasn't about to admit that.

"It could have been worse."

"And how, in the name of Merlin, it could have been worse? Please, tell me!" She got up and placed herself in fron of Parvati, so she looked a lot bigger and more menacing that she actually was. "Maybe I could have failed the presentation when I stuttered all through it? Or maybe I could have yelled at five of the most important wizards and witches in the fashion world? Or maybe I could have blew the the door up while I called them arseholes? Oh, wait! All of that happened!"

Parvati almost noticed how her girlfriend grew as she ranted while she became littler and littler. Nonetheless, she dared with a shy comment.

"They called you a monster. They deserve all of that."

Lavender let out a sigh and looked at the scars that covered her arm, her neck, and her side. They were the cause that five years of hardwork had been thrown away by a group of idiot bigots. Parvati had to make a big effort to not go there and kill them all.

"What am I going to do now?" Lavender sat on the bed again, defeated.

Parvati grasped her hand and smile.

"Well, first, you're going to drink that delicious tea your gorgeous girlfriend brought you. Then, I want you to kiss me to thank me for my hard work preparing your tea. And tomorrow, we will go there and kick their arses."

Lavender smiled a little.

[artificial-insomnia]

#sapphicseptember :1

Prompt day 1: "Just get it over with"&"Please stay"

Hermione turned over in her bed, for the tenth time in the last five minutes. The sniffling girl in the bed beside her would not stop crying. "Parkinson, shut the hell up!" She huffed into the darkness of their shared dorm.

Pansy stiffened, then murmured back that she was simply opening herself to her feelings, as her bushy-haired roommate had told her to. "I didnt mean at 2 am!" Came Hermione's bitter response.

The sniffling resumed for another hour before Hermione had had enough and simply crawled under Parkinson's bedding and proceeded to spoon the crying girl. Secretly, both of them had been waiting the last 6 years to get this close to the other girl.

There was an astonished lul of tears, as Pansy spoke "What the fuck is this Granger?"

Hermione gave no response, opting instead to wrap her arms around Pansy's waist; shove her face in the other's neck; her legs seemed to wrap around the smaller girl of their own accord: Hermione was effectively clung onto Pansy like a monkey.

Pansy resigned herself to rhe cuddling, and after a long, laboured sigh, mumbled "If you have to, but dont make it last all night, just get it over with."

Needless to say, it did last all night.

The morning was interesting though, as they had managed to move in their sleep so Pansy was on her back, and Hermione was snuggled into Pansy's chest, locked in place with one of her arm's around the darker girl's waist.

When the both woke at the same time, and immediately looked to the other, a jolt of something shot through both of them, just at the eye contact.

As pansy eased out of Hermione's hold, she was berating herself for wanting more from the girl currently in her bed. Hermione, suddenly noticing the girl leaving, whispered a sleep-filled "Please stay, Pansy."

[knowyourincantations]

Hair Ties Are for Chumps - Linny

For Sapphic September 2019 Day 11: “Where do you want me to touch?” from @rockmarina​‘s prompt list.

Teen | 1,090 words | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Established Relationship, Cuddling, Kissing, Suggestive Themes

(AO3 | My other Sapphic September 2019 works: AO3 | Tumblr)

Hair Ties are for chumps

It was so quiet in the stillness of Ginny’s room that she could hear Luna wet her lips before speaking. The reminder that they were sharing a pillow, that their faces were that close, was enough to steal her breath.

“I think it’s lovely the way no one batted an eye,” Luna said apropos of nothing.

Ginny shivered at the sound of her whispering voice so close.

“No one batted an eye at what?” she asked.

Their bodies touched as Luna moved, shifting onto her side, her legs sliding against Ginny’s and tangling between them. The contact, so casual and easy, made Ginny’s face burn hot, and she was glad for the darkness to hide her blush. She still reacted too much to everything.

“That we wanted to share instead of me taking the bed in Bill and Charlie’s old room,” Luna explained with an amused lilt to her voice, as if it was obvious what she’d meant. “Marietta was always complaining about how her parents wouldn’t let her and Cho share a bed.”

Ginny hummed, distracted from replying as Luna started rubbing the sole of one foot up and down her shin.

“Of course, that might have been because they caught them kissing once,” Luna said with a giggle. “I suppose your parents don’t know we do that now.”

All of Ginny’s attention shifted to the foot on her leg to Luna’s words. It took her a moment to go back over them and make sure she’d heard them right.

“They do,” Ginny whispered back shakily. She hadn’t quite been able to keep her mouth shut about it. In fact, as soon as she was alone again after the first time Luna had kissed her around Easter and made it clear she wanted to be more than friends, she’d written an owl to her mum about it.

She’d regretted it at once and dreaded the response, but it had been nothing but happy and excited for her.

Maybe she should have told Luna that at the time, but she’d been a bit embarrassed by just how excited and flustered she was from it when Luna had remained so calm and unfazed herself.

“Oh, wonderful,” Luna said happily, snuggling closer. “Dad knows too, he thinks it’s lovely. He’s always liked you.”

Ginny blinked in the darkness and tried to catch up. Luna always did like to spring those sorts of serious conversations out of nowhere in the least serious of situations.

Like just yesterday, right in the middle of helping her clear the gnomes out of the garden, when Luna had asked in a casual tone, not even looking at her, if she wanted to live with her now that they’d finally finished Hogwarts. As easily as if she had been commenting on the weather and not asking such a serious question.

Or maybe it wasn’t serious to Luna, she never did see things the same way as anyone else.

“We should go to Diagon Alley tomorrow,” Luna said, shifting even closer to her and curling an arm over her waist. “I feel like ice cream and a new shop just opened, did you see the flyer?”

Ginny sighed and let the seriousness only she felt fade away as Luna moved on. She envied how easily she glided from topic to topic sometimes. But luckily she made it easy for Ginny to follow.

“They have some interesting flavour names. I want to try the one named after Hermione, what was it? Granger Danger? Supposed to have hidden pockets of super sour stuff in it or something,” she said, finding Luna’s arm where it rested on her waist and running her hand up and down the length of it.

“That’s nice,” Luna murmured. She shifted again, until her hair was tickling Ginny’s face.

Ginny couldn’t see her in the darkness, but the sudden waterfall of hair tickling her face and neck was advance warning. When Luna kissed her, she missed and got near the side of her nose. She kissed the same spot with a soft giggle, then found her mouth the next try.

Ginny reached up and gathered Luna’s hair over to one side so it would be less likely to get in their mouths again. Between the two of them, they always seemed to wind up with a mouthful of hair, but she wouldn’t give up Luna’s long hair for anything, and Luna seemed just as attached to her length as well.

They were just soft, slow kisses at first, but then more, and more, and deeper.

When Luna shifted, getting on leg on either side of her, Ginny broke away and tried to catch her breath.

Luna found her lips in the dark and traced them with her fingers.

“Another time?” she asked breathlessly.

Ginny kissed her fingertips and slid a hand up the back of her nightshirt.

“Was just trying to remember if I have privacy wards up,” she said, tracing the faint bumps of Luna’s spine.

“Oh, I put one up myself,” Luna said. “To keep the wrackspurts away while we sleep so our dreams stay happy, but it blocks out sound too.”

“Brilliant,” Ginny breathed.

Luna sat back and pulled off her nightshirt and Ginny considered lighting a candle just so she could see. But then Luna leaned down again and all Ginny would have seen was her hair.

With a laugh, she pushed it out of the way and over to one side of Luna’s face again.

“Shall I tie it up?” Luna asked, shaking her head with a giggle so the ends tickled over Ginny’s face again.

“No, no, I love it,” Ginny said, running her hands through it and tugging her down for a kiss.

She got a mouthful of hair, but somehow these things never ruined the moment.

Luna hummed and sat back up again, a lovely weight on Ginny’s hips. In the dark she found Ginny’s face again and brushed her fingertips down her cheeks and her neck. She brushed along her shoulders and down her arms. When she reached Ginny’s wrists, she picked them up and lifted Ginny’s hands to her skin.

“I love when you touch me,” she said simply, pressing Ginny’s hands against her.

It was always a surprise when Luna said anything so directly, but always a pleasant one at times like this. It helped Ginny through still being nervous and flustered by these things.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” she asked.

Luna giggled, then shifted her hands to show her where.

End.

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