#lunevra

[the-martyrfication-of-the-matron]

Context:

Lunevra below

(Warning, severe boobs, god-on-human cannibalism implication that can be read as vore and I’m sorry)

[chubbynevillefest]

Chubby Neville Fest 2019 Masterlist

FIC

The Way You Look Tonight by @dreville (Neville/Draco, 2k, T) Draco is hit hard by how gorgeous Neville looks tonight. It's the first time he's seen him since Neville left him without explanation. As hurt as he feels, Draco still loves him and longs for answers.

Dragon's Clover (and Other Discoveries) by @fleetofshippyships (Neville/Draco, 5k, T) Draco needs another rare potion ingredient and, even though he's more than capable of collecting rare plants himself, he still calls on Neville to assist him. It seems like it's just going to be like every other time, Draco flirting ridiculously, Neville brushing it off because it doesn't mean anything, but then Draco lets slip something that changes everything in Neville's eyes.

Looking Forward to by @keyflight790 (Neville/Luna/Ginny, 0.8k, G) Neville always looks forward to their Friday nights.

More love to give by @harrypotterfanfictionwriter (Gen, 0.5k) Neville deals with being chubby again after the war.

Toast and Orgasms by @gingertodgers (Neville/Pansy, 2k, T) Pansy and Neville are neighbours in a block of flats with very thin walls. Neville has a lot of sex and Pansy eats a lot of toast.

ART

Trevor's Favourite Spot by @owlpostart (Gen, Tumblr link)

there's a love and it grows by @gee-nx (Neville/Blaise, T, Tumblr link) Neville gets up early to do some work in the greenhouse. Blaise wants him to come back to bed.

Irresistible by @elfarock / @elfarock-art (Gen, M, Tumblr link) Neville spends his days off taking care of his plants... in comfortable attire

Tailored by @caroll-in (Neville/Draco, G, Tumblr link) Neville needs new dress robes and Luna knows just the place he can get them at.

[keyflight790]

hey drunk chris! can we please have some drunk neville trying to flirt/use pickup lines on linny? 😂😂😂

OMGGGGG YE STHANK YOU NONNY

“C’mon Neville, give us your best shot,” Ginny giggled, her hand grasping Luna’s thigh as she laughed.

“Yes, do tell us your best lines!” Luna clapped her hands with glee.

Neville straightened his spine. “I haven’t, erm, used these in a while. Might be a bit rusty.”

“We believe in you, Neville!” Luna cheered.

“Okay.” Neville brushed his trousers with the palms of his hands. “Here we go.” He leaned towards, Ginny, placing a hand around her shoulders. “Is your name Ivy? Because you sure look de-vine.”

Ginny’s eyes widened. “Oh no, Nev, you haven’t actually used that, have you?”

He laughed. “More than once. Okay, here’s another.” He paused, taking a breath. “Are you a flower, because I’d love to kiss your tulips.”

Luna laughed. “Are all of your lines involving plants?”

“Yeah,” Neville said, a bit aghast. “I’m a herbologist. If they don’t like plant puns, they’re not going to like me.”

Ginny put her hand to her chest. “Hold on, I’ve got one.” she said, leaning into Luna’s shoulder. “I’m so thorny, I want to get into your plants.”

Neville couldn’t help but laugh. “Gin, that’s perfect. I’m definitely stealing that.”

“Or,” she responded, standing and leaning into Neville’s chest. “You could just keep talking dirt-y to us, and maybe we’ll take you back to our flowerbed.”

[malenkayacherepakha]

Happy Birthday Chris!

The biggest of happy birthdays to the wonderful @keyflight790​! I hope you’ve had the most fantastic day ❤️

To help you celebrate, and to say thank you for being such an amazing friend, please have this little piece of smutty Lunevra 🎉

Just Like Heaven | Neville x Ginny x Luna | E | Basically just PWP

Neville was exhausted. 

He didn't know what had got into the students today, but they'd been running riot all day, all of his classes descending into chaos no matter how hard he tried to keep the kids under control. Henry Clifford being bitten by a particularly vicious Fanged Geranium had been the final straw, and now all Neville wanted was to go home and sink into his favourite armchair in front of the fire. 

Once he'd finally cleaned up all the mess caused by the day's many incidents, the greenhouse left sparkling and the plants content once again, Neville took the floo home, his muscles aching and his head starting to hurt.

The house was quiet when he stepped out of the fireplace. Ginny always had a late practice on a Tuesday, but Luna could be anywhere. Neville wasn't too worried though - most likely she'd just lost track of time while out in the woods, too distracted by magical creatures and the beautiful trees around her to bother with mundane things like checking the time. And after all, she always came home to him and Ginny eventually.

Keen to soothe his tired limbs and wash off the soil that he had ended up covered in after Lucy Clark had knocked over a row of pots, Neville headed for the shower. He lingered there for a long time, letting the heat and power of the water ease the knots in his back and enjoying the peace and quiet.

He had his eyes closed, head tipped back, revelling in the feel of the water on his skin when he heard the bathroom door open. He opened his eyes to see Ginny walking into the room, still clad in her practice kit, looking tired and sweaty but happy, as she always did after a hard practice.

'Got room for another one in there?' she asked.

'Always.' 

Ginny started to slowly strip off her kit, robes falling to the floor and revealing her muscled, athletic body. Neville just watched as she stripped down to nothing, taking in the acres of freckled skin she revealed. Merlin, Ginny was beautiful. 

Moving aside slightly, Neville let Ginny into the shower, taking a moment to thank the universe for giving them a house with such a large walk in shower. Ginny sighed as she stepped under the water, Neville staring at the droplets racing down her skin as she let the water wash over her. 

Stepping closer, Neville reached out and began to slowly undo the plait Ginny always put her hair in for training. She kept talking about cutting her hair shorter, saying it always got in her way while playing, but Neville secretly hoped that she would never cut it. He loved her hair, loved how soft it was as he ran his fingers through it and the way that it glowed in the light, so bright and fiery, just like Ginny herself. 

Once Ginny's hair was loose, Neville's hands moved lower, coming to rest on her shoulders and starting to gently massage out the knots that always formed there. Ginny was an incredible Chaser, and her flying always looked effortless to those watching, but Neville knew better. He knew how her arms and shoulders would ache for days after a tough match, knew all the little niggles that her intense training schedule caused. He loved nothing more than to help reduce her pain by giving her a long massage.

Ginny's eyes had fallen closed while Neville worked, so she didn't notice Luna coming to stand in the open bathroom door. Neville did however, and he watched as Luna took in the sight of them, watching the way her eyes tracked down their bodies, heart flipping at the smile that spread across her face.

Neville gestured to Luna, inviting her to join them, but she shook her head, a mischievous look in her eyes. 

'I think I'll watch for a bit longer,' she said, Ginny's eyes flying open at her words.

'Well, Nev, now that we've got an audience, we better make sure it's a good show,' Ginny said in a low voice that always sent heat racing through Neville's veins.

Turning around, Ginny pulled Neville into a deep kiss, her arms wrapping around his neck as they moved closer together, seeking skin on skin. 

Neville quickly lost himself in the kiss and the feel of Ginny pressed against him, his hands roaming over her skin as the water continued to fall around them. All the exhaustion that he had been feeling when he got home vanished, replaced by a burning desire.

They pulled apart, breathing heavily, their arousal obvious in the flush spreading across Ginny’s chest and the hard length of Neville’s cock. Flashing a grin at Luna, Ginny sunk to her knees, taking Neville into her mouth. Shivers of pleasure raced through his body as Ginny moved, the feeling of her mouth on him indescribably perfect. Luna had moved closer, her eyes locked on Ginny's mouth, and Neville reached out a hand, needing to touch her, wanting her to be involved in this too.

It was heaven, standing there on shaking legs with both his lovers, one hand curled in Ginny's hair and the other interlaced with Luna's. Neville wanted more though, wanted to be able to make Ginny and Luna feel as good as Ginny was making him feel.

'Shall we, ahh, go to the bedroom?' he got out in between moans of pleasure. 'Want you both,' he managed to add before Ginny did something with her tongue that made his brain temporarily short circuit. 

Ginny stood up, leaving him breathless and shaky from the lust coursing through him. She went over to Luna, the two of them coming together in a blisteringly hot kiss, Luna too far gone to care that her clothes were getting soaking wet from the water still clinging to Ginny's body. 

They kissed for a long moment before breaking apart, and each holding out a hand to Neville. Together, they walked to their bedroom, falling onto their bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter. Neville loved this, how easy it was to be with Ginny and Luna. Even in their most passionate moments they could still laugh and have fun, and it made his heart soar. 

Neville moved to lie over Luna, kissing her deeply before beginning to move down her body, removing her soaking clothes and dropping kisses on the skin he revealed, Ginny following in his tracks. Luna was never demanding, but they loved to treat her like this, working together to bring her endless pleasure. Neville focused his attention between Luna’s legs, kissing and licking until she was writhing under his hands, while Ginny teased and sucked her nipples. Before long, Luna was crying out, spasms of pleasure wracking her body as she came, the sounds of her moans ringing so sweetly in Neville’s ears. 

As Luna came down from her high, Ginny pulled Neville up to her.

‘My turn now,’ she murmured, before rolling Neville onto his back and straddling his thighs, rocking against his painfully hard cock. 

It was bliss, but Neville wanted more, wanted so desperately to be inside her, to make her moan just as Luna had. He reached down, wanting to get her ready for him, but found her wet and ready.

‘You know what seeing you go down on Luna does to me, Nev,’ she said as he rubbed her clit, delighting in the shakes it produced. 

‘I do indeed,’ he chuckled, fingers still moving.

‘I need you, please,’ Ginny whispered, Neville’s cock twitching at her words. It always did things to him, to hear Ginny say things like that, to hear how badly she wanted him.

Deciding to put her out of her misery, Neville rolled them over, settling his weight over Ginny as he teased her folds with the head of his cock. She already felt so incredible that he couldn’t hold back, sliding inside, his eyes closing as pleasure rocked his body. He loved that first moment, the way Ginny would let out a sigh of bliss, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt him fill her up. 

He leant in to kiss her as he started to move, setting up a rhythm that had pleasure building in both of them, but not quite enough to push them over the edge. He didn’t want to rush this, didn’t want it to be over yet. 

The world faded into the background as they moved together, the sounds of their moans and their bodies coming together filling the room. All the stress of his day was gone as he concentrated his attention on Ginny, focusing on the breathy sighs escaping her as he worked to get her to her peak. 

The sight of Luna coming to lie next to them, her hands running over Neville’s back as she kissed Ginny’s neck, sent a rush of pleasure through Neville, so intense that he thought for a moment that he would come just from the sight. He loved taking it in turns to give all his attention to one of them alone, but there was something special about the three of them doing this together. It always reminded him just how lucky he was.

Ginny was shaking underneath him, her hips snapping up to meet his as she chased her climax, her face tilted to the side to allow Luna access to the sensitive skin of her neck. He could tell she was close, knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. Shifting slightly, he moved his hand to grasp her bum, squeezing in just the way he knew she liked. 

It didn’t take long after that, his thrusts picking up speed, Ginny urging him on as she got closer and closer, a stream of nearly unintelligible pleas falling from her lips as she began to clench and shake around him. The look on her face and the feel of her coming around him ripped Neville’s orgasm from him, a loud groan escaping him as he came.

For a long moment they lingered there, bathing in the afterglow, revelling in the aftershocks of pleasure that ran through their bodies, letting Luna cover them both in kisses. Once Neville came back down to earth, he rolled off Ginny, coming to lie next to her. Ginny moved to lie on his chest, her now dry hair fanning out over his shoulders as Luna curled up behind Ginny, their bodies pressed tightly together as they spooned.

Neville let out a happy sigh as they got settled, and he stretched out an arm to wrap around Luna, wanting both of them as close as they could get. His earlier tiredness was beginning to overtake him again, the lingering pleasure in his veins leaving him in a contented, sleepy haze. Ginny had already closed her eyes, her breathing slowing as she drifted off to sleep, lulled by the slow circles Luna was tracing on her hip. 

Neville could feel his eyes growing heavy, could feel sleep beginning to claim him, but before he gave in to the need to close his eyes, he took one last look at the two women lying next to him. He smiled, thinking that however stressful his job could get, he would always be happy, as long as he got to come home to Luna and Ginny.  

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@happybirthdaykeyflight

[hptriadsnet]

Title: Looking Forward to WC: 840 Triad: Neville/Ginny/Luna Rating: GA Summary: Neville always looks forward to their Friday nights.

[bettsfic]

Hello! Ahead of reading chapter 15 of ASE I thought I’d tell you that my DM for DnD has been pressuring me to name my companion snake and I kept putting it off but he said if I didn’t he’d name it for me so I just blurted out Lunevra and now my snake is named after your fictional drug 😅

when i googled lunevra to make sure it wasn’t an actual thing, i found that it’s also a ship name for neville longbottom/luna lovegood

also hello lunevra the snake!!

[gallium-yttrium-polonium-radon]

harry potter for the fandom thing

THE FIRST CHARACTER I FELL IN LOVE WITH: oosh this is a rough one i'd say dobby or luna i guess? 
THE CHARACTER I NEVER EXPECTED TO LOVE AS MUCH AS I DO NOW: probably Minerva McGonagall bc first time reading she's just there like yeah she's pretty cool but now it's like yas she's such a fuckign badass
THE CHARACTER EVERYONE ELSE LOVES THAT I DON'T: idk i mean i guess i kinda have a love hate relationship with Prongs? cause he was quite a dick but everyone mostly ignores that because snape's dickishness overpowered that?
THE CHARACTER I LOVE THAT EVERYONE ELSE HATES: i honestly don't know tbh. i respect the way a lot of the 'bad guys were written, does that count?
THE CHARACTER I USED TO LOVE BUT DON'T ANY LONGER:oh my god this one's easy: Snape. there was a year or so there where i was kinda a hardcore Snape apologist *shudder* but now he can just fuck off. like, from a writer's standpoint i appreciate the way his character was written but he's an awful person
THE CHARACTER I WOULD TOTALLY SMOOCH: Neville's a babe, um prolly Sirius, 
THE CHARACTER I'D WANT TO BE LIKE: Minerva McGonagall. nuff said. 
THE CHARACTER I'D SLAP: gonna be stereotypical here and say umbridge
A PAIRING THAT I LOVE:hoo boy um Scorbus (the only good thing to come from tcc imho), Wolfstar, Lunevra, and the middle schooler in me is screaming Nuna so 
A PAIRING THAT I DESPISE: really anything with major generational age gaps (ie i read this really good fic one time but then it ended up turning into Sirmione and just no), Dramione, fucking Voldetrix bc i refuse to acknowledge that the whole cursed child thing actually canonically happened

[luna-skips]

does your luna ship lunevra?

I assume that’s -evra as in Ginevra, yes? Ginny/Luna?

That would depend entirely on the Ginny. (We haven’t got one right now.) Luna is pansexual so it’s entirely possible from her end, and certainly I’m a huge fan of their friendship in general, so if whoever applies for Ginny is interested and there’s chemistry between them that’s non-platonic I wouldn’t object to a potential romance developing.

[keyflight790]

what's lunevra like when they're drunk?

Ginny doesn’t drink. Normally.

But sometimes, when they’ve gone out dancing and she doesn’t have practice or a game the next day, she does.

If you asked her straight on what her favourite drink is, she’d say it was a gin and tonic, or a whisky neat, or a scotch on the rocks.

But after an hour of throwing her hands in the air and grinding against her two partners, Ginny succumbs to her true drink of choice.

An apple martini.

It’s embarrassing. Martinis are for girly girls. Not tough girls. Not sporty girls. Not Ginny girls. With their little fruit on toothpicks and their sweet, tart taste, the apple martini is not for girls like her.

So when she asks for another drink, usually after downing her third gin and tonic that she actually hates, Neville goes to the bar and orders it.

He knows Ginny won’t drink it (even though she wants to) so he magicks it to look like whisky. Handing it to her, he offers a little wink. He knows. Ginny knows. Luna with the pink champagne with a garnish of dirigible plums knows.

And Neville sips his white wine, smiling at his partners while they dance and dance, wondering how in the world he ever got so lucky. They know. Maybe Ginny will tell him after her second secret apple martini.

[keyflight790]

lunevra hc: it didn't really take long for them to say 'i love you' to one another, because they just kinda knew from the start. they just fit perfectly together, you know? getting together was like coming home. luna would later admit that she thought they were soulmates, even though ginny doesn't believe in such things (she likes thinking that she *chose* to be with them, even though that choice was never really hard to make). 1/

neville was the first to say it though; it just slipped out one night, when they were saying their good nights during neville's 8th year. it just felt so natural, so he didn't realize right away that he said it. when he did, he had a mini-internal panic attack, bec what if it was too soon? it had only been a few weeks since they made things official, after all. 2/

but luna just kissed him and said, "i love you too", rather casually, and did the same to ginny. ginny followed shortly. neville was kinda shocked, bec all that panic attack for nothing?? "you guys don't think i said it too soon?" he said. and ginny just shrugged, saying, "when you know, you know." 3/3

Thank you nonny, for your ask drabble! I hope you don’t mind, but you inspired me to make you a little mood board. Thank you for sharing your lunevra love!

[keyflight790]

i've never shipped a throuple before, but lunevera (is that the official ship name?) seems so perfectttt for one another ughhh

I think some just call them the Silver Trio, but Lunevra pulled up on the tags, so I’m going with it! Some HCs of this trio:

They’re a trio of opposites. Ginny is a fired glow, while Luna is but a wisp of ash. Neville is the spark that ignites the flames, that little bit of courage that amounts to burning embers

It’s messy at first. None of them quite feel like they belong. Ginny, used to being the only girl in a mess of boys; Luna, used to being laughed at but not laughed with, Neville on the outskirts of everything

The war brought them together, united them, made them feel safe, but it was their late-night talks and their early morning patrols that made them feel loved, cared for

Neville does sleep in the middle. It’s the only way he’ll fall asleep, if he knows his partners are safe in his arms

Ginny’s the one who set up the garden. She wanted a flying pitch, a beautiful one that gave her flowers to weave in Lunas hair, and brought Neville out from the greenhouse

They brew their own potions, and sometimes their own liqueurs, and when their friends come over they bring their children, and their brooms, and their pints ready to be filled

Their house is riddled with pillows and blankets and plants and berries and twigs hanging over every entrance and window to stop or encourage one creature or another

And when they fall asleep at night, they’re happy, loved, and safe 

[keyflight790]

Is Neville a "humming in the shower" or a "giving ted talks about things that upset him in the shower" person? 🚿👀

Neville’s generally quiet in the shower. It’s a scrub, sometimes a tug, barely a rinse to his hair and he’s back out the door. Probably due to the fact he has to take several showers a day, fighting a neverending battle with the heat and the dirt.

Plus his plants don’t live in the shower. They live on his windowsills and his tables, and the bookshelf by the front door that also holds the framed photos of his beloveds. He talks to the plants, tells them his secrets and his thoughts, analyses discussions and says harsh things about his Gran he would never say to his face.

Sometimes Ginny and Luna will get home early and find Neville in a deep discussion with his Alihotsy tree. Other times they’ll wake up and Neville’s all tangled in the Devil’s Snare, arms flailing all about. Not because he’s snared, but because he thinks better when he’s surrounded by roots.

Either way, Neville spends as little time in the shower as possible, and as much time with his plants (and his girlfriends) as possible.

Now if Ginny and Luna were in the shower with him...it’d be a completely different story.

[keyflight790]

Hey! I had a Lunevra dream. After they started living together, Neville decided he wanted a garden. There's flowers, magical plants, herbs, vegetables etc.. but one day a bird crashed into the garden because of a broken wing. Neville took care of it and when the time for the bird to be set free came, the bird didn't want to go. Like Neville tried to chase him away, to scare him , but nothing worked so he gave up. (1/2)

Now if you come in their garden while they are outside you can see the bird sleeping in Ginny’s lap while she’s reading, or on Luna’s head while she’s sowing or standing like a little soldier beside Neville, like he’s trying to protect him.(2/2) ~M

One day, not long after, Neville came home to the bird standing protectively on Ginny’s knee, a wing cast out across her belly.

“I found out why our little sparrow was always sitting in my lap,” Ginny grinned, holding Luna’s hand. “Looks like our trio is about to gain a fourth.”

They named her Alice Pandora Sparrow, giving their beautiful daughter the last name of the beloved bird, and every night you can hear the creature singing outside her window, lovely lullabies until her coos soften to melodic-filled dreams.

[keyflight790]

Hi Chris! ❤️ What do you think Lunevra's typical Friday night looks like? ❤️

Thanks nonny!!! Written for the @chubbynevillefest. Thank you to my beta, @malenkayacherepakha!

Neville always looked forward to Friday nights.

It was date night, which always made their friends laugh. You don’t have kids! they’d say. Every night is date night! they’d joke.

And it was true, he supposed. Every night when he came home to his two beautiful partners, it seemed special. But those nights were sometimes scarce; with Ginny ramping up practices for the season, and Luna traveling so often with her business partner, Rolf, and Neville staying late at the greenhouses, checking on new seedlings and mature plants, they’d sometimes go days without seeing each other, especially all together.

But Fridays were sacred. Luna would Floo home, and Ginny would braid both of their hair, or place a curling charm in Luna’s blonde locks, and Neville would put on a bow tie, a waistcoat, and the cologne that Ginny had bought him for their first anniversary.

He picked out his tie, one with little cacti all over that pricked his finger if he tied it wrong and bloomed pink flowers the longer he wore it. Draco had bought him the tie when he became a professor, a celebratory joke that still made him smile every time.

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Neville slicked back his hair, trimmed his beard. He added a spritz of cologne to his wrists, and a dab just below his ears. When he pulled on his grey waistcoat, it was a little tight, the bottom button particularly snug. He frowned, twisting it off, and examined his middle in the mirror.

His new job as Professor of Herbology had put a damper on his normal activity. He often found himself slouching over a desk instead of walking the greenhouses, lifting rolls of parchment instead of bags of mulch. Still, he really enjoyed his new position, the impact he was able to make on the next generation of wixen. It filled his soul, even though it wasn’t the best for his body.

Neville pushed the thoughts of his growing waistline to the back of his mind, and instead focused on adding a mending charm to his garments. When he walked into the living room, he was delighted to see both of his loves in their outfits, Ginny in an elegant pantsuit with a navy blazer and Luna in a soft purple dress, bunching up around her ankles and showing off her unicorn-festooned slippers.

He held out each of his arms. “Ladies, how did I get so lucky as to have you both in my life?”

Luna laughed and Ginny just raised her eyebrows. “Darling, we are the lucky ones.”

Sometimes they would go for fancy dinners, at French restaurants with dishes Neville couldn’t pronounce, but sometimes, like tonight, they would find a hole-in-the-wall pub, one that smelled like whiskey and rubber darts, sticky floors and cheerful conversation.

They drank, and danced, and Ginny whipped their arses at table football in the corner. Neville loved twirling them about, holding them close, swaying with the beat. He loved feeling their arms around him, the way their lips felt, similar but so different.

He loved sitting at their table, nursing his beer and watching his lovers dance together, whirling and laughing and kissing. The way eventually GInny’s finger would bend, begging him to Come back! and Dance with us! and how he always felt so included and needed and loved in those moments.

When they finally arrived back at their flat, Luna pulled out Hjónabandssæla that she had picked up on her recent trip to Iceland. Neville took one glance at the rich, crumbly cake, and his mind went back to the too-tight waistcoat, to the pudge that was growing around his middle.

Putting down his fork, he pushed his plate away. “No thanks,” he said to Luna, who responded with a small frown.

“But it’s got rhubarb in it. You love rhubarb!”

“It’s late. I..shouldn’t eat anything too heavy this late.”

Ginny leaned forward, pulling Neville’s hands into her lap. “It’s not even midnight, Nev. What’s going on?”

“It’s just…” he trailed off, but motioned to the bits of his waist that were pooling over his trousers.

“Oh,” Ginny nodded in understanding. Luna was still holding the plate of pie, looking at the both of them expectantly.

“It’s not like we didn’t notice,” Luna finally added, putting the plate in front of Neville. “But doesn’t that mean you’re happy?”

“I was happy before,” Neville looked at them, confused. “Happy and…thinner.”

“No you weren’t love. You were stressed. Constantly running around filling orders, and meeting with the Ministry, and flitting to all those events. You came home every night with a scowl. Until you saw us of course.” Ginny squeezed his hand again, and gave him a soft smile. “And now, when I visit one of your classes, you’re always smiling. Laughing.”

“Happy,” Luna added, handing Neville his fork.  “We’re so happy, Nev,” she grinned, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Now eat up. This is called Marriage Cake after all, and I have a really important question to ask you two.”

[keyflight790]

Chrisss, I saw a post about throuples, and Lunevra came to mind, so I wanna pass the questions (in the post) to you -- which one of them drives? Does one of them sit in the back? Or do two of them make out while the other one drives? 😂

Lunevra has been on my mind the past few days as well! So thank you for this ask, nonny! I don’t know that I can picture our darlings in an AU just yet, so I’m going to answer as if they were on a tricycle-broom type situation.

Ginny would fly. She’s strongest on a broom, it’s where she feels at home. And besides, Neville won’t crawl out of Luna’s lap when they’re airborne. He’s pants on a broom, despite the broom itself responding to him quite well. 

Perhaps it goes back to when he was thrown out of a window to test his magical ability, or when he fell off the broom the first time, or when he swung high from a chandelier, but Neville’s had a fear of heights for as long as he could remember.

Luna doesn’t mind. She likes to hold onto bits of Ginny’s frilled shirt with one hand and Neville’s waist with her other. She’s always appreciated the journey more than the destination anyway.

[keyflight790]

try Love and War by Allthatissacredandholy :)

OHHH!!! It already has me in the first line, thank you nonny!

Love and War by @allthatissacredandholy