#pansy x neville

[jaxxartbox]

Panville, about to head out on a cute little date 🥹🩷

Sandy-blond book version of Neville included☺️

[mina-logan]

“I like taking care of things.” - Neville, BSP by Whatmurdah

These two in this fic literally rewrote my brain chemistry. I need every detail of their lives ever tysm.

[ravenflorals]

NEVILLE: you should go get your beauty sleep

PANSY: I don’t need sleep to be beautiful

NEVILLE: no, but you do need it to be tolerable

[artofcrumbs]

Panville 💕

Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love mine, all mine, all mine 💕

[nikinikori]

Happiest (late) Birthday to a fellow Snuna lover AND one of the best Snape and Panville fandom authors, @frenchpresswriter 🫶💖

[princessrottenpeach]

my Pansy commission

She is gorgeous!! Art by @gotoemopunk

[crrrybaby-ao3]

Silver trio ❤️‍🔥💚💜

[olivianott]

Moodboard inspired by

OCEAN SPELLS & CHRYSALID SHELLS by amazing @sunkissesforzeus

„I’m raptured when you’re angry, your crucio was exquisitely painful.“

„ … I’m a believer now but only because you come like a fucking Goddess.”

─•~❉᯽❉~•─

Read this amazing story about the bravest snake and her protective poetic lion on AO3:

Thank you @sunkissesforzeus for this amazing piece of art, I am still not caught up but I AM obsessed.

[lovisus]

both neville and pansy sort of shoot their shot🥰

🌻A college AU cus I’m kinda obsessed with them right now

🌻Crying, sobbing after finding out Panville is a rare pair and then finding the most heart wrenching fic to read but then Ao3 shuts down cus of a DDoS attack. All is well now

🌻Turn thy eyes away from the horrific shading attempts besties, I’m trying my best lmao

🌻Hoping the Panville posts are convicing yall to make more fics and art for this ship. Is it working?👀

[anechan-blog]

Pansy never really liked dancing. But her parents were clear about it : when your beauty couldn't help you finding a husband, you needed to be perfect in every way you could.

That included make-up, manners, being careful of your weight... And dancing. Every learning session, she got the same comments : not graceful enough, too energetic, too dominant... Neville, on the other hand, always loved dancing. When she was a bit tipsy, her aunt danced with him during parties, laughing and carefree.

When Pansy got her eyes on Neville, she used every single weapon her parents gave her : small talk (he ran away), long letters (he barely responded), and, finally, dancing.

Neville never really intended to dance with her, but Pansy was an opportunist and got him when he needed to switch partners.

"Let him lead, relax your shoulders, be perfect, for once in your life", she thought.

But she was nervous, curiously. And she failed.

Neville was so different from her other partners. In his arms, she didn't dance perfectly. No, she learned to have fun. Together, they swirled like they owned the dancefloor, smiling along the way.

And she got addicted to it.

Too soon, the music stopped and Neville dropped her hands. They parted goodbye for the rest of the night.

Pansy couldn't sleep that night.

She failed. She ruined everything. She reviewed their dance again and again, pointing every single mistake.

When the sun rose, Neville's owl was on her window.

For the first time, he wrote her first.

Invinting her at the Ministry's next gala.

[iamnoctisx]

Pansy was tired.

She was tired of the constant game of cat and mouse. She was tired of bashful smiles and hazel eyes that reminded her of sun-dappled forest floors. She was tired of drawing close only to be shoved back into her neat little box of "friend," the label chafing against her skin like an ill-fitting garment.

Pansy was tired of wanting Neville fucking Longbottom.

For weeks, she had waited for him to make the first move, her patience worn thin as parchment. There were times when his gaze would linger, dropping to her lips as they worked beneath the August sun that beat down mercilessly on their backs, sweat beading along her collarbone,their fingers stained with soil. He would lean in, voice dropping to a purring octave that sent shivers racing down her spine as they debated the best way to harvest Appennine Primula, and Pansy would think, this is it.

This was the moment when the feelings boil over, like a cauldron left too long on the flame. But as soon as the moment began, it ended. It was as though Neville remembered who she was, where they were, and he'd remember himself, pulling away with a reluctance so tangible she could almost taste the bitter disappointment on her tongue.

It didn't matter that they'd been assigned here for months, sharing a small flat with creaking floorboards and too many windows that let in the heady scent of cypress trees while researching the Crocus Etruscus in central Tuscany. It didn't matter that the risk of any sort of romantic mingling could potentially complicate things as they worked to ensure the survival of the medicinal plant. After all, Pansy had never been one for patience, had never learned to subdue the hunger that gnawed at her insides.

She slipped the cotton button up from her shoulders, dropping it onto her duvet with practiced carelessness.

No.

Pansy had always been one for success, for capturing her heart's desire—even if, only for a moment. A small smirk curved the corner of her mouth as she passed the front door, dropping her white lace bra in front of the entry. A greeting. Her invitation. Pansy’s green eyes glittered with anticipation like polished malachite as she turned, wearing nothing but a pair of Muggle denims that hugged her hips, making her way towards their shared kitchen. Her footfalls were silent against the wooden floorboards, the cool air kissing her bare skin, pulling her rosy nipples taut. Reaching a slender arm towards the cabinet, Pansy pulled her kettle from the shelf as she waited for the sound of his key in the lock.

[parksandfiction]

The Sword of Gryffindor

[beesunshiny]

Idc what anyone says, my favorite rare pairs in Dramione fics is always going to be Blaise x Luna. Next to them is Neville x Pansy. Both those side pairings are GOATED in my book.

[artofcrumbs]

Panville Family, Baby Ollie is sick

[ivmaruva]

A pansy for Pansy ☺️

[three--eyed--cat]

!! pansy parkinson, moodboard!!