prompt #19: stress
pairing: narcissa/hermione
word count: 551
❈ written for @sapphicmicrofics ❈
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A chess board sat in front of Hermione’s face. Not directly, a few feet away on the coffee table, but it was all she saw while gentle fingers trailed through her hair, lightly playing with the curls. Her head lay in Narcissa’s lap, the back of it resting against the older woman’s abdomen, and she could feel the rise and fall of it as Narcissa breathed through her diaphragm.
She’d lost horrifically to Narcissa, and Hermione was sure that her chess pieces would hold a grudge over her for God knew how long this time because of how she hadn’t listened to them like she should have, yet… even in losing the chess match, every remaining tendril of stress had still evaporated as she simply enjoyed spending time with Narcissa again. Even if she hadn’t quite learned how to improve her chess strategy, despite Narcissa doing her best to teach her.
“You don’t seem as tightly wound up now,” Narcissa observed quietly, every so often tenderly scratching Hermione’s scalp. Hermione made a little contented noise when Narcissa’s fingers brushed against a certain spot, and she wriggled her toes in her socks a bit as Narcissa noticed, keeping her fingers in the area and giving it further attention. They were both silent for a few minutes, and Hermione’s eyes began to close until Narcissa’s touch left her, and she shifted her position so that she was looking up at the ceiling, towards Narcissa’s face, instead of the chess board.
Even from this position, Narcissa was gorgeous while she appeared to look out of a window. Hermione lifted a hand and traced the underside of the other woman’s jawline, drawing Narcissa’s attention back to her. Eyes the colour of ice, yet holding not a shred of frigidity to them, looked down at Hermione, and she idly wondered if they could stay like this forever. Narcissa’s fingers wrapped around Hermione’s wrist, bringing her movements to a halt.
“It’s occurred to me that a year ago, I never thought we would talk again after what happened,” Narcissa said, tangling and untangling their fingers together as she spoke. “Let alone…”
She gestured to their present intimate, cosy sitting arrangement. Or laying, in Hermione’s case.
“We were the unwitting makers of our own heartache, weren’t we?” Hermione said, twining their fingers together and bringing both of their hands to rest on her stomach. “At least we figured it out in the end.”
With her other hand, Narcissa traced the back of her fingertips just above Hermione’s eyebrow that wasn’t hidden by her fringe. Her lips barely moved, but in the silence of the sitting room, fire still not kindled in the hearth, Hermione heard her clearly. “Yes. I’m loath to admit it now, but we did need that time apart. However much it pained me to not speak to you for so long.”
Hermione hummed. “Likewise.”
Turning again so that she faced nothing but the clothes covering Narcissa’s abdomen, Hermione took a slow breath, then let herself do something she’d always wanted to: burrow in to the woman she’d come to love, despite every bit of history between them, and surrender to a comfort that she’d craved yet never before allowed herself to seek out.
Narcissa’s fingers, stroking her hair and her face, lulled her to sleep.
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*Supposedly* two of the jobs I applied and interviewed for are going to get back to me this coming week about my applications, and I’m hoping for a yes from someone, but I’m also not optimistic. I’m running on fumes with my bank account, and my bills keep piling up. My sister is footing our entire rent, so I can’t ask her to help, and I could use some kind of assistance, y’all. I cashed out all of my old 401k which paid some, but I’ve still got bills (they’re multiplying).
I know you’re probably sick of hearing me talk about this at this point, and god, I’m sick of asking, but if any of you have some change to spare, I could use a helping hand here. I’m about $150 short for my personal loan, and my car payment of $300 is coming back around. If you’ve got anything, anything at all, I’d give you all the virtual hugs and kisses in the world.
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😶 + Do you think going godtier is a good idea?
I'M JUST GOING TO ASSUME YOU'RE ASKING IF IT'S A GOOD IDEA FOR ME TO GO GOD TIER.
THAT'S A COMPLICATED QUESTION. WHICH IS WHY IT TOOK ME SEVERAL MONTHS AND A PRETTY BIG FIGHT WITH MY WIFE TO FINALLY GIVE ME ENOUGH OF A KICK IN THE POSTERIOR CUSHIONING TO MAKE THE DECISION.
I DON'T EVEN SEE WHAT OTHER OPTION THERE IS. KANAYA AND I PROMISED ECHIDNA WE'D RESTORE OUR SPECIES. IT'LL BE HARD FOR HER TO DO THAT, EVEN WITHIN THE TIME LIMIT OF TEREZI'S LIFESPAN.
LET ALONE MINE.
I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE LEFT HONESTLY, BUT IT'S NOT A LOT. AT FIRST I DIDN'T WANT TO - I STILL DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH I ACTIVELY WANT TO BE IMMORTAL.
BUT DAVE'S LIFE JUST STARTED PRACTICALLY. I THOUGHT ABOUT HOW IN MAYBE 30 YEARS, HE WON'T HAVE ME ANYMORE. AND IN A FEW HUNDRED YEARS HE MIGHT NOT EVEN REMEMBER MY FACE, OR MY NAME.
I DON'T WANT TO BE A FOOTNOTE IN HIS STORY.
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