I’M ALIVE! :D My thesis took over my life for the last couple months, but I have persevered! I’m finally done, and I’ll be graduating college in about 12 days!
That said, prompts are still closed, as I still have to present my thesis and compile it into a book and finish other class finals, but hopefully I can get back into it once I graduate! I have this summer free before starting work in August, so I can’t wait to get back into fan fiction :) I’ve missed you guys!
On this short piece: it’s not exactly a prompt, but this scenario has been bugging me for ages. I might continue it in the future.
Also, this title/theme is super misleading. Sorry
He’d woken to the feeling of her fingers, tucking a lock of hair behind his ear. Snuffling softly into the pillow, he leaned into her touch, half-asleep and warm and content. She was the only one who could chase away the nightmares, and he could honestly say it was the best part of their entire arrangement.
… maybe not the best part. Something in his stomach stirred when she stroked down the skin of his neck and down his flesh shoulder. He thought back to their previous activities, and let the corner of his mouth curl up in the tiniest smirk.
He felt the warmth of her hands at the center of his back, the random patterns becoming more purposeful as the curlicues and swirls turned into shapes and letters. Mentally tracing the paths of her fingers, he drew the images into his head on instinct as he let himself be lulled back to sleep.
He felt a constellation of stars, an octopus, four-leaf clovers and five-petal flowers. She drew an arc reactor, Steve’s shield, and then started tracing out letters. He felt her write out his name in broad strokes, J-A-M-E-S, but his brow furrowed when she stopped.
He felt his throat tighten when she carefully traced out – slowly and in two tiny gestures, like she was afraid – the two sides of a heart.
Her hands pulled away. “I think I’m in love with you,” she whispered, letting the words fill the silence.
Harry *sending his son off to Hogwarts*:
Fitzwilliam Darcy Potter. You were named after a character from my favorite book. My teenage years were traumatic, and frankly I don't care to be reminded of them. I started frantically reading Jane Austen books as a coping mechanism.
Mr. Darcy is a fantastic character, my boy. Now go catch up with your brother, Emma.
Emma Woodhouse Potter:
Dad, you know the other kids make fun of our names...
SORRY SON, I CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER ALL THIS ENGLISH ROMANCE!