#otp: finentine

[tangodancerwrites]

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’ (Finentine now)

* LOVE ♥ STARTERS

Transformations were always horrifying for Finley. The full moon brought a lot of pain, and he locked himself in a small room at the back of his wand shop that he’d set up just for these nights. Shackled himself down like a criminal, a monster–because he had become both of those things during the war. Lycanthropy was still a new beast for him to tackle, though he bitterly knew it would be one he’d never quite conquer. Every full moon tasted of blood and bitter defeat, and the feeling of losing himself as his transformation took hold was something out of a nightmare. A lucid dream. Once he’d finished, changed back into a sad, weak, beaten man, he moved to get up, wincing as he did so, and went through the door to head upstairs.

Valentine had been waiting on the stairs to the apartment when he came stumbling through, barely able to hold himself up. He’d forgotten–this moon was different. She knew, and she was there for him. New gashes were on his chest, on his arms, and he could hardly remember doing that to himself. He could hear her as she stood and didn’t move, feeling her eyes on him. Looking up at her, he offered her a forced, weak smile. It was the least he could do since she’d decided to wait for him. He wobbled as he tried to walk towards her before his knees buckled and he fell the the ground, wincing. Soft hands were helping him sit up before he could realize what was happening, and he let her move him to lean against the wall, her now curled into his side.

He knew for a fact that he’d never seen her look so scared in front of him. Their years at Hogwarts together, despite their many struggles, had been charmed compared to the war. His face was in her hands as she scanned it with her eyes, probably looking for signs of injury. Well, any more injury than the obvious ones. He was too weak to stop her, so he simply stayed put and silent, letting her check him before she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. She held him there for a second, then let him go, using one of her free hands to run her fingers through his hair.

“I know you think you’re all alone out there. But you’re not.”

He offers her a weak smile, head lolling onto her shoulder as he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Her fingers carding through his hair felt nice, and the wolf inside of him was as quiet as ever. He closed his eyes, murmuring something about best friends, and succumbed to a deep sleep.

[tangodancerwrites]

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’ (Finentine hogwarts years)

* LOVE ♥ STARTERS

Over the past four years as Valentine’s friend, it had grown harder and harder for Finley Ollivander to deny his increasing fondness for his best friend. A fondness that was quickly blossoming into something he’d rather not put a name to. It would have been a less painful descent were Valentine to stop clambering onto him, straddling him as they talked, laying in his lap. He was only a teenage boy, for Merlin’s sake, and she was gorgeous. Not that he’d ever mention that to her. Val had always appreciated his love of her intellect over her beauty, and he wasn’t about to let her think that had changed. It hadn’t, but he did notice the beauty more and more.

Moments like this, with his best friend clinging onto him as they hung out in her common room, helped nothing. Valentine had her head in his lap, rambling on about some boy or another, and Finley was pretending to pay more attention to his book than the way her skin felt near his. He’d gotten good at it. However, it was getting harder to focus the longer she stayed in his lap, so he closed the book and gently moved her head out of his lap to get up from the couch. “It’s getting late. I need to go back to my dorm.”

“You could stay here. With me.”

Her words were spoken so innocently that he hardly recognized the bold and beautiful girl before him. He stared down at her, trying to keep his expression even as he looked for any sign that this was some kind of sick joke. That she’d recognized how he felt and was going to toy with him. But she gave him a warm smile as he settled back into the couch, resting his head against the back as she crawled onto his lap, straddling him. Merlin, she was going to kill him.

“Fine. But only because I need to finish this book, and my dormmates are already asleep by now.”

[tangodancerwrites]

❤ (from Valentine post war)

SEND ❤ TO ASK MY MUSE TO BE YOUR VALENTINE.

Finley and Valentine found time for each other, always. Most of the times were special found moments of serenity, to finally be alone with each other. The one constant was morning coffee, before he had to open up shop downstairs and she had to watch their daughter–he could still hardly believe he was helping raise her daughter. It was always hellishly earlier, and neither one seemed to enjoy initially getting up for it, but once the coffee was in their hands, there was a certain peace to the early morning. To sitting with his fiancee, almost wife, and having a few quiet moments to talk through whatever they felt like. It was so unbelievably domestic of them, the weird asshole loner from school and his vixen of a best friend whom he’d loved for years on end.

It was an early February morning that Finley Ollivander awoke to find his fiancee not in their bed. Certainly a shock, as their morning routine generally started with him prying her from her sheets. Carefully, he rose from their bed and slipped on his morning slippers. ( “Your daughter picked them out for you, please, Fin?” How could he tell them both no? ) He heard a rustling from the other room, and cautiously walked out. The war had made him a more paranoid man, and he nearly ran to their daughter’s room to make sure she was safe. But he heard humming from the kitchen, and smelled something sweet in the air. There was no harm. Valentine was just up to something.

He lazily sauntered into the kitchen, prepared for something small. Maybe she’d made breakfast early or was trying to make their daughter something sweet. Instead, he was treated to an explosion of red hearts. Everywhere. They were hanging from the ceiling, from the cupboards, and one giant heart hung from the small chandelier over their dining table. Will you be my Valentine? He caught sight of his fiancee, clad only in red lingerie that matched everything, and he could only laugh as she moved closer to him.

“But Val, my love, you already are my Valentine.”

[tangodancerwrites]

✤ (Finentine)

SEND ME ✤ + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…

who said i love you first? finley, though it takes him years and her nearly walking out on him for him to finally pluck up the courage to admit it to valentine.

who laughs when the other trips? finley. it’s not super often than either of them falls, but when finley falls, it’s normally the week before the full moon. not a very funny occasion. valentine sometimes tripping, however, is always met with laughter and a helping hand.

who pays the bills? both. finley remembers the dates and tries his hardest to pay the bills on his own, but valentine won’t allow it. so they both pay the bills.

which one makes a bigger deal around the holidays? valentine. finley was never much one for holidays, but he appreciates the effort val puts into celebrating them. he can’t quite gather whether she’s doing it for herself or her daughter, but it’s amusing either way.

who’s more clumsy? finley. there’s a lack of grace and dignity in the way he moves when he gets excited.

who checks their daily horoscope? valentine. she thinks its good fun, and finley humors her some of the time.

who sings louder in the car? neither own a car, but evangeline would be the one singing the loudest.

who leaves the cap off the toothpaste? finley. growing up with several siblings, he never much cared to keep up with the toothpaste cap.

who is more up to date in pop culture? valentine, for sure. even if she doesn’t believe what she reads, she still tries to keep up with the gossip columns, if only for old time’s sake.

who insists on going to see the newest movies? valentine enjoys taking the whole family to the muggle movies, if only to keep evangeline in touch with the world beyond wizards.

who cries when the abused animal commercials come on? neither, but evangeline gets emotional.

who’s the lighter sleeper? finley. especially as he nears the full moon, and his body aches in new and uncomfortable ways.

who believes in ghosts? they both do. they’re not fools.

who does the grocery shopping? finley, though he enjoys taking either valentine or evangeline with him so they can pick out little treats he forgets to write on the grocery list.

who updates their facebook status more often? valentine.