#side pairing: rolf x luna

[dramioneasks]

Being Better - mimosabrunch - M, one-shot - When Draco had chosen to lie, he had given her hope in that moment beyond the fact that they could win the war after all; he gave her back the hope that there was still good in people if you looked hard enough for it. Post-war, Hermione receives a summons to speak at Draco Malfoy's trial. Her candor on the stand delivers him his freedom. But she doesn't expect a tentative friendship to strike up as a result, and she certainly doesn't expect to find herself falling for the boy she hated for years.

[drew-winchester]

So I watched some youtube video where they ship Neville with Luna and I was thinking what do you think about it, as a shipping expert™. Also who would you ship Neville, if not with Rey? I hope you are having a good quarantine. Stay strong everyone! 💛❤️

Hello! 💛

Thank you for your question!

Well, first I need to say I am not a multi-shipper x3 which doesn’t mean I think it’s wrong, it’s just the way I see things! An exception would be Ginny though x//D I totally ship her with Harry AND Luna 💛

I’m saying this because I really want people to know I respect other people’s point of view x3 

AND, I really, really LOVE Luna. She’s legit one of my favorites. And you know, the movies maybe misled some people about her? And are the reason why people ship her for example with Harry? Luna was perfect in the movies! And her “weird” personality was just adorable. Wearing funny things, reading books upside down and believing in creatures is not “weird”, it’s adorable xDIn the books, she’s all that, but she also has a way to make you feel awkward sometimes, doesn’t she? They toned that down a lot in the movies. I see a lot of people say how perfectly Luna was portrayed in the movies and I agree she’s amazing, but they did make her less “odd”. They kept all the cute weird, I think?? 

Anyway!I still love Luna! What I’m trying to say is her personality seems toned down a bit in the movies to me, and we love her for being so unique, but there is parts of her personality that wouldn’t fit with Neville. He needs normal, reassuring.

I’m just saying this because this is the reason why I don’t think Neville/Luna would work.  And you know who I BELIEVE knows Luna the best and said it herself? Evanna Lynch! Basically, what she said is that he needs something… normal, reassuring, comforting, and Luna “wants to go out and explore the world and different creatures, and I think she wants to have several different relationships and not be committed forever”, which means one or the other would have to sacrifice what they need and would end up unhappy.I also really think Luna and Rolf would be an amazing pair if he is a bit like Newt x/D Imagine this!

So yeah, this is why despite loving them both, I don’t think they’d really fit. And it always felt a bit odd to me that the movies did that at the end, as if because we have 6 main heroes they have to all end up with one another. 

Sooo… who do I ship with Nev? Happiness. He needs someone who cares, who loves him so, so fondly, who’s happy being comfortable and cozy at home with him, surrounded with plants. Who gives him warmth, who makes him feel safe and loved, because gosh does he need to KNOW he’s loved for WHO he is. To be at ease, to never doubt or fear not to be good enough. To know he’s doing right for the person he lives with, that they love him and his clumsiness and his forgetfulness, just as much as his kindness and his softness and his bravery and his passion for plants that pushes him to bring most of them in the living room when it’s too cold outside. Someone who thinks he’s perfect the way he is, yeah. Someone who could spend the whole day watching him because he’s radiant doing what he loves and his smile is warming their heart and nothing looks more amazing to them than him.Someone who encourages him to do what makes him feel happy and complete. Who helps him and inspire him to spread his wings (the way he already does by himself, but it’s good having support!), but the most loving and gentle way. Never, NEVER making him feel like he should be anything else than Neville. And someone who he feels useful for, someone who also finds comfort in him, someone he saves just by being himself, caring, loving. Someone who is happy by his side. And he knows they are, and he knows he’s important, he’s loved, he does right.

Yeah it’s that. That I ship with him.

[avis-writeshq]

Scorpius Malfoy x Reader: Shine

I AM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPLOADING THIS SOONER! Thanks for the request! This is based on the song ‘Shine’ by PENTAGON. It’s a great song, actually, for all you K-Pop fans. xoxo @justfeelitbboombboom

 Requested: Yes

Pairing: Scorpius Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Other: Reader is in Hufflepuff (Sorry to all the Eagles, Snake and Lions out there…). Slight Yandere Scorpius, but who doesn’t love a good Yandere? Reader and Scorpius are in 5th year.

Summary: Being the son of Draco Malfoy had its perks. Well, unless you were a nerd, a geek, and rumoured to be the son of the Dark Lord himself. So when you’re hopelessly and utterly in love with a girl out of your league, you might as well stay away.

Word count: 1,342

 Things you probably wanna know, for all you ‘x reader’ illiterates:

(Y/N): Your Name

(H/C): Hair Colour / Color

(E/C): Eye Colour / Color

(N/N): Nickname

***

Scorpius Malfoy went through many challenges. For starters, he was doomed to be the most unpopular kid, even before even he knew who he was. In his third year, he went on a rescue mission of Cedric Diggory with his best friend Albus Potter, sending him into different space-time continuums. He was a Drumstrang student in one universe, a ‘Scorpion King’ the next, and his life was literally on the line when Delphi Diggory turned into Delphini LeStrange-Riddle. But still, he managed to surpass all those challenges and, hey, he’s still alive! And yet, there was one thing he still couldn’t do.

Muster up the courage to talk to you. Sure, there had been Rose Granger-Weasley who was still ever beautiful, but you… you were different. You weren’t a smart-ass, nor were you rude. But you were… nice? How could anyone be nice to Scorpius Malfoy, rumoured to be the son of Lord Voldemort himself? No one has ever been nice to him or Albus, so it intrigued him.

You were the daughter of Luna and Rolf Scamander and the older sister of Lorcan and Lysander Scamander. Naturally, you were rather skilled in Care of Magical Creatures, thanks to your Great Grandfather Newt Scamander. Sorted into Hufflepuff, you made sure people wouldn’t think you as a pushover. Not only that, but you were a very good student. But you had one thing failing...

“What am I supposed to do with this chair again?” You asked hopelessly, staring at the oak chair in front of you.

“You’re supposed to change it into a stuffed giraffe,” your friend, Ella, said beside you. “It’s easy. Just say ‘mutatio panthera’.”

“The only thing I’m getting is a chair with spots on it,” you grumbled.

“Wait, hold on, (N/N),” the blonde giggled softly. “Don’t turn around, but Scorpius Malfoy is looking at you.”

You looked over your shoulder, catching Scorpius’s gaze for a split second before he looked away, a sly smirk on his lips.

You flushed as Ella nudged your side, a frown on her face. “I told you not to turn around.”

With a roll of your eyes, you turned you attention back to the parchment in front of you. “Shut up…”

“I don’t know why you like him,” she went on saying. “He’s a literal nobody.”

“He’s not a nobody, Ella,” you chastised, gripping your birch wand a little tighter. “He’s a cool person. Sure, he may be a little irrelevant, but he’s nice. People just need to get to know him better.”

***

Albus snickered as his friend turned a shade of scarlet. “Calm down, Scorp.”

“She looked at me, Albus!” The young Malfoy grinned, his grey eyes sparkling. “Do you think she’ll talk to me?”

“Do you need a reality check, Scorpius?” Albus rolled his eyes. “We’re nobodies, remember? She would never talk to you.”

“Gee, thanks,” the platinum blonde huffed, slumping at his desk. “She needs help with transfiguration. Maybe…”

“Don’t even try,” a voice interrupted the two. Both boys craned their heads to look at who decided to cut in their conversation. Lo and behold, it was Mark Butcher, the beefy Slytherin seeker. “I heard she’s going out with Jeremy.”

At the name, Scorpius’s nose scrunched up in disgust, “that idiot? She could do better.”

“Who, you?” Mark rolled his eyes. “You’re never going to win her over. Sure, she has a heart of gold, but no way are you gonna get on her level. Jeremy has it all, remember? Plus, he didn’t go back in time for a stupid mission that was never going to work.”

Albus and Scorpius rolled their eyes, turning back to the front. Even though the blonde knew that no one as incredible as you would ever properly notice him, there was a slight burning in his chest that made him die inside.

***

At the end of the transfiguration lesson, Scorpius ran up to you, a bright grin on his face. “Hey, (Y/N)!”

“Hi, Scorpius,” you smiles softly, turning around to face him. “What’s up?”

“I was just wondering…” he bit his lip, his hands getting clammier by the second. “Do you need help with transfiguration?”

You blinked before nodding frantically. “Yes, that would be great! Do you have any day you are available?”

“How about this Saturday?”

You smile slowly turned into a frown. “I would… but I promised Jeremy I was going to go with him to Hogsmeade…”

Of course Jeremy would ruin his plans. Scorpius scowled inwardly before faking a smile. “I’ll have to see if I’m doing anything later. I am a busy man!”

You giggled, “sure thing, Scorpius. It you ever need, I’ll probably be in the Library or out at the Black Lake. See you later!”

***

Saturday came around and you were surprised to find that Jeremy couldn’t make it last minute. Apparently he didn’t finish his potions essay and he had detention with Slughorn, meaning he couldn’t go. You didn’t argue, however, and went around the grounds to find Scorpius. Sure enough he was in the Library, Albus nowhere in sight.

“Hey, Scorp! Good news; I can study with you now!” A bright smile stretched across your face. “So, how do we begin?”

 Hours later, you had finally managed to turn the oak chair into a stuffed giraffe. “I did it!” You exclaimed, squealing. “Finally! That took hours…” you let out a content sigh while Scorpius chuckled from beside you.

“That was all you. By the way…” he looked at you from the corner of his eye, trying to supress the smirk that was playing at his lips, “word around here says that Jeremy couldn’t make it last minute?”

“Yeah, that was kind of unfortunate… but that doesn’t matter. At least I got to hang out with you today!” You grinned, bumping shoulders with him. “You wanna do this again next time?”

“Absolutely!” Scorpius blurted, blushing immediately after.

You laugh, eyes sparkling with happiness. “It’s settled! I’ll see you around, Scorpius!” With a wave, you exited the library.

***

Months passed and the friendship between you and Scorpius grew. You really didn’t understand the reason as to why people didn’t like him. After all, he made one small mistake in 3rd Year and did his absolute best to fix it. In your opinion, you didn’t think it was right to hold a grudge over something that happened 2 years ago. Either way, as your friendship with Scorpius grew, so did your feelings. If you didn’t have a crush on him then, you sure as hell do now.

You would talk to him as much as you could, all the while Ella trying to make a move on Albus. Through relentless teasing, you managed to put up with her, and her you. You did your best to drop hints to Albus, but being the clueless Potter he was, took each of these hints as an act of friendship. You wanted to scream. Well guess what, Albus? She clearly is not just a friend!

Anyway, a few weeks before Christmas, Scorpius finally managed to blurt out his heavy secret. In the most iconic way possible.

“(Y/N), can I talk to you?” Scorpius asked, a faint pink dusting over his cheeks.

You smiled, “sure thing, Scorp. What’s up?”

“I…” you saw him look behind you, and you raised an eyebrow at his antics. When you turned around, there was nothing there but empty air.

“Are you okay?” You asked softly, concern lacing your tone.

“Yes! I’m fine! Uh…” he exhaled before looking you in the eyes. “(Y/N), I know this might ruin our friendship, but…” he swallowed thickly, twisting his hands with nerves. “I’LL BE YOU ANTONY TO YOUR CLEOPATRA; YOUR ROMEO TO YOUR JULIETTE!”

From behind you, you heard someone whisper, “didn’t they all die?”

You spun around, but still saw nothing. You turned back to Scorpius, whose face seemed to be on fire. You smiled. “If you’re trying to say that you like me, I like you too.”

His blue-grey eyes lit up. “Really?”

You laughed, “really.”

[lovegvvd]

❝ She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world. ❞ SARAH PAULSON? No, that’s actually LUNA LOVEGOOD-SCAMANDER. Only FORTY-TWO years old, this RAVENCLAW alumni works as a MAGIZOOLOGIST and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. SHE/THEY identifies as AGENDER and is a HALFBLOOD who is known to be ECCENTRIC, BLUNT, and UNSELF-CRITICAL but also NONCONFORMING, INNOVATIVE, and PERCEPTIVE.

LINKS: stats, pinboard, character tag. CHARACTER PARALLELS: orla mccool (derry girls), misty day (ahs), dale cooper (twin peaks), phoebe buffay (friends) HELLO once again a note from me mar, that a lot of this is open to discussion and alteration as i’m going off the little canon that i have and because luna is a character with a few already existing ties. so yep! this is all up for discussion! yeet! also i apologise for the length of the history section akdfhsdkjf. also i always forget that luna is married to rolf so pls remind me x

history

luna’s parents were traveling when they became pregnant with her and decided that they would settle in whatever place their child would come to earth --- a game of chance, perhaps, but one of fate, too, they thought. they’d always been dreamers, romanticists, adventurers, and why not let their child decided where they’d end up, even before her birth? and so they settled near a small town in south west england, where luna was born under a full moon and thus named luna. for the moon, that had followed her traveling parents everywhere they went, for the moon, the only thing that would be able to match their child’s powerful and mysterious spirit, for the moon, which she was born under.

the house they lived in was built by her parents, and luna loved it. the house twisted and curled and offered plenty of room for her imagination, from day one. life growing up was complete, was free, it was close to perfect ---- and yet, somehow, it shattered.

[ parental death, trauma tw ] at nine years old, luna watched her mother day. it was supposed to be a day of excitement --- every time her brilliant mother invented a new charm, they would have an extravagant dinner and celebrate until way too late and laugh widely and loudly. nothing like that happened. luna watched her mother die in stead and hammered on her chest to try and get her heart to start beating again but nothing, nothing, nothing worked. the world was a mystery and death was, too, but still one thing was clear: her mother was gone, in one way or another.

luna struggled to accept this truth, as she often did with truths. her father grew fragile and obsessive and she grew nervous and quiet and good at being on her own. she started painting and tried to combat flashbacks to that day during the day, only to have nightmares at night. having a wide imagination was a gift, most of the time, but with this, it was a curse.

luna was traumatised. simple as that. her father wasn’t the best support system, but he was there in a way. the roles of father-daughter shifted, slightly, as luna took care of him, too, but he was still there. and so the last two years before hogwarts were hard. terribly, horribly hard. it was trying to learn how to live in a house where something so vital was missing. it was tryign to understand what death was, which is something that simply refuses to be understood. it was fucking hard. period. (not that luna admits that to herself, even now.) [ end of tws ]

luna arrived at hogwarts and was sorted into ravenclaw very quickly and easily. she noticed that she was odd --- or, actually, other people noticed that she was and told it to her, and she shrugged her shoulders and kept moving on. luna had grown reclusive after the death of her mother, and didn’t mind not fitting in. it was lonely, sure, but she didnt see a reason to befriend people who looked down on her beliefs. she didn’t mind being called loony, but when her belongings started to disappear, she grew angry, deep down. she let most comments and acts of cruelty slide off her back, but when a bad word was muttered about her father ( who she already worried so so much about ), she was prone to explosion.

but she was lonely, and then she was not. the details are fuzzy, but at one point she found friends at hogwarts! finally! she did it! luna learned to come out of her shell, learned how to handle compassion ( though clumsily and in her own way, of course ) and the wonderous world of having friends. she painted them on her ceiling and loved and laughed and ---- things were good. she loved. she laughed. she wasn’t alone, and while she had never considered herself alone or lonely, it wasnt until she gained friends that she realised that she had been awfully alone.

upon graduation, luna took to the world. she traveled far and wide and learned from amazing, genius people across the world. she studied magizoology and wrote her first essay on a newly discovered species a year into her travels. she returned home often enough, of course, to see how her father was doing, to see her friends. friendship had once been a scary and new thing to luna, but as she grew older, it became natural and easy and something she couldnt do without.

at some point, she and fellow magizoologist rolf scamander got it going. they married, had a pair twins and a new chapter of luna’s life opened up. once again, the complete details about her and rolf meeting are fuzzy, but i imagine it was LIT. i do think she settled more, then, especially when the twins were born. luna hadn’t really had rooted herself down after graduation ( the cottage she owned in the hills of england was a home she barely called a home, as she wasn’t there much ), but that did change.

luna is still the person she was before, she’s just more. she’s more grounded, but not any less in love with keeping her eyes wide open and her head in the skies. she’s a parent. she’s married. she’s got a successful career and a group of people surrounding her that she loves. she has grown up, but she hasn’t compromised. she’s learned how to use perspective and how to be more subtle, without shedding eccentricity or open mindedness.

the quibbler, by the way, still exists and has grown into even more of an underground, activistic magazine. luna writes for it every month.

[ grief, death tw ] so things were going well, and then everything changed. grief came into her life again.  harry is dead – harry, one of her first friends, harry, who named his daughter after her, harry, who she loved. friendship is something incredibly important to luna — she painted the faces of her first ones on her bedroom wall, once — and when he died, she got scared by how grief took a hold of her. the first time she lost someone that significant to her, she was much younger, you see, and dealing with shock & trauma as well. this time, she was an adult, settled and grown up. she is more aware of her grief, and that is TERRIFYING.

she’s also less passive in her mourning. before, she was a kid. family friends visited and her father was on her side. now, she’s a parent, a friend; she visits the kids of friends in stead and sticks on ginny’s and everyone else’s side, in stead. luna might come across unfazed or disconnected from her pain, as she talks about it like she is, but she is not: she has her own way of mourning (as everyone does) and she can say some really Truthful and Raw shit at times.

she misses him so much. that’s what it boils down to. she misses him so fucking much. [ end of tws ]

of course she helps reinstate the order. there’s no question about it. luna doesn’t feel like a revolutionist or a soldier, but she does know how to fight, and she does know what is right. she’s good at strategy and defense, mostly, and at keeping spirits high and offering new perspectives.

so here we have luna: a parent, a fighter on the frontlines, a friend. she’s determined. she’s horribly saddened. she’s still herself, despite everything.

personality & tidbits

i think i already touched on this but i think it never hurts to repeat yourself so --- luna is a more grounded individual, at this point. she still has her head in the clouds, but her feet are standing solidly on the ground. she’s a dreamer, yes, but more of a realist, too. ( nothing like one of your best friends dying to make you realise how shit the world is, after all. ) luna isn’t very different from the luna we know in canon, but she’s matured. she’s more. she’s gone through a lot of positive development.

luna is constantly and always in awe of the friends and family she has, especially because she was so lonely for the biggest chunk of her youth. she’s extremely loyal and defensive of them.

luna is agender and has been aware of this for ... most of her life, really? she thinks gender is a big old construct and one she doesn’t want to apply to herself. if others do, she of course doesn’t mind or judge --- she’s veyr openminded when it comes to gender and sexuality. she prefers both she/her and they/them pronouns --- sometimes she doesn’t mind which one people use, and sometimes she will prefer one over the other.

is good at trying to keep up morale without it being an escapist ... kind of situation? offers fresh perspectives a lot, likes being a positive force and yes, sometimes it is easier to focus on the positive, and she will, then.

she really loves the stars and moon and astronomy and astrology!!! wow!!!!!!!

wears iconic outfits and we ALL know it

idk what more to write ive already written so MUCH

possible plots

first of all? i would love someone who can be kind of a mentee? because fuck yeah? i love that? any other magizoologists in this building that need some mentoring? hit me up!!!!

same goes for the quibbler, if your character somehow writes for the quibbler, hmu? i think xeno is still the editor but lbr the man is OLD

fellow trio era characters should hit me up so we can talk about the good old school days and CRIE

order members that are ?????????????????? at luna, that are a bit skeptical, etc etc?

fellow art buds

death eaters that want 2 eliminate her ig lets angst this up

idk luna is fairly easy to plot with so just hmu and we can figure something out!!!!

[nevillelongsbottom]

records at breakfast pairing: charlie x rolf x neville wc: 2570 radio show playlists: charlie and neville, luna and rolf

“That was Paracetamol by Declan McKenna - yes, we haven’t forgotten about him - and that means it’s time for us to wrap up now! As ever, thanks for tuning in, don’t forget to eat breakfast, and have a great day. We’re Charlie and Neville, this has been Don’t you forget about milk on KILV, and we’ll leave you on Why Didn’t You Say That? by The Lemon Twigs; Luna Lovegood and The 12” menagerie on next. See you on Wednesday, Ilvermorny!”

Neville is already waiting by the door when Charlie exits the claustrophobic radio booth, wrapped up with a scarf, smiling lightly, as if he might break by smiling too wide. “That went well,” he says.

“Twitter’s pretty happy about the Glen Hansard song; I think we might’ve unleashed some fans,” Charlie laughs, pulling on his coat and waving to Luna; he always half-wonders if she shouldn’t be hosting a TV show instead, with her wildly eccentric clothes and strawberry earrings. “Hey, isn’t her co-host meant to start today? Where are they?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen anyone,” Neville shrugs, glancing around; just as he’s about to step out to look for the mystery guest, he appears in a flurry of billowing cardigan, wild-eyed and with hair fluffed in various directions. He’s slightly tall, gangly, and shifts restlessly from foot to foot, staring right at Neville and also right through him. “There he is,” Neville says, sounding only mildly surprised.

“I got the lineup changed,” the boy gasps. “Can’t… start with… Rock Me Like a Hurricane…” He wheezes, taking a few hits of a small blue inhaler before straightening up. “Oh my God, you’re Charlie and Neville.”

“That’s us,” Charlie says cheerily. “You must be Luna’s co-host. Nice to meet you; good luck with her.”

“Yeah, I’m Rolf,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, please help me. Her music choice is off the wall and I haven’t heard a single good thing on campus about the show. It took me half an hour just to try and sort out today’s show.”

Charlie laughs. “You free after your show?” Rolf nods. “Meet me at Starbucks then, and I’ll try and sort something out for you. Nev’s got classes, or he’d help, I’m sure.”

“Okay,” Rolf says, turning to the door, pausing for a brief moment to turn. “White Light Doorway is an okay opener, right?”

“Absolutely perfect,” Charlie agrees, trying to stifle his amusement as Rolf enters the studio, a rabbit in the headlights. “Aw, he’s sweet. Here’s hoping he won’t get steamrolled by our dearest Luna.”

Neville clicks his tongue. “I wish we’d opened with Florist.”

--

“You know, I’d never actually heard of these guys until I heard their song in a movie, but I’ve got a feeling you’ll be hearing more of them at breakfast now - that movie is Suburban Gothic, very trippy, check it out; this is Such a Bore by Bass Drum of Death on KILV.”

Charlie leans back in his chair, glancing over at Neville as he shifts his headphones down to his neck. “So, heard the consensus on Rolf and Luna?”

“Everyone I’ve spoken to says they’re brilliant and that Rolf has completely improved the show,” Neville beams, trying to resist the urge to jump out of his seat. “I recorded a few to listen to, and they really are great, aren’t they?”

“Rolf’s sorted the music front, that’s for sure,” Charlie grins.

“What did you even tell him that day? I couldn’t have helped much; I mean, we just play what we like, don’t we?”

“I don’t play everything I like,” Charlie shrugs. “I try to keep it morning appropriate. No one wants to wake up to PUP. But I told him to try and build blocks between songs, as if he were making a playlist: don’t just jump from one extreme to another, but try and flow from one to the other. I also told him to check out what the rest of us play if he wanted to think about radio cohesiveness, but since Pansy and Blaise at six and Sirius on Thursday afternoons don’t, it doesn’t really matter.”

“I like Pansy and Blaise’s show,” Neville muses. “They play cool stuff.”

“Yeah, so I said it wasn’t too much of an issue,” Charlie nods. “It’s swings and roundabouts, I think, as to what Rolf goes for every day. But it’s working pretty well; yesterday’s show was so good someone put all the music on Spotify.” He puts his headphones back on, takes a moment to check Twitter, and leans back into the microphone. “That was Love in the 4th Dimension by The Big Moon followed by Beach Slang and Punks in a Disco Bar. We asked you earlier to text in about your favourite new release. Thoughts, Neville?”

“The right answer to this is The OOZ by King Krule and I’m glad to see that Ernie Macmillan agrees with me,” he jokes. “Though I think Beck’s latest was good, too; it’s getting a lot of airplay on The 12” menagerie, so remember, don’t switch off after we’re done and support our friends, too.”

--

Neville’s afternoons are usually filled with classes, but Charlie has some time to himself after the show which he usually spends studying and either listening to something on Spotify or listening out to Luna and Rolf.

It’s to his surprise, then, when they’re doing a show on crushes featuring text-ins when Rolf admits, the blush audible in his thick accent, to having a crush on “Charlie from the show before us” before dedicating Walking on a Dream to him.

“I know this is totally one-sided,” he says over the airwaves, “but he’s so nice, and he has great music taste - well, that puts me in agreement with most of the campus, for once…”

Charlie fumbles for his phone and shoots a message off to Neville, his stomach doing acrobatics with glee.

(In no world does Charlie expect Neville to send a text in to Rolf and Luna proclaiming his love for Charlie; Rolf’s response to this is Beck’s Debra, which he plays, he says “ironically”.)

--

It’s not in Charlie’s vested interest to host a breakfast show with someone who has feelings for him without discussing those feelings first, and so he meets Neville for pizza in the Italian restaurant by the student apartments, laughing to himself as he hears Pansy’s dulcet tones over the stereo.

“I’m sorry,” Neville says immediately. “I’ve made things difficult for you; I’m so sorry…”

“No,” Charlie says, vigorously, leaning across the table. “I’m glad you told me, cause truth be told, I kinda like you too. It’s just that I like Rolf, too, and the idea that I have to somehow make a choice between you is…” He trails off, not entirely sure where he’s going or if it’s stupidly selfish; he’s never been the target of anyone’s public affection, never mind two people at once, and he wishes there was a handbook on this kind of thing.

“Maybe you don’t have to choose,” Neville suggests, leaning in reciprocally and lowering his voice. “I’ve heard about multiple people dating before, and maybe - maybe we could try it.”

“You think you’re up for that?” Charlie asks, frowning lightly. Neville nods awkwardly. “Okay. Have you asked Rolf?”

“He suggested the idea,” Neville says shyly, looking away. “He found me after the show and we - talked about stuff. Sorry. I should’ve said, but - it’s just kinda hard to suggest that…”

The pizza arrives and Charlie takes a bite, with vigour. “Stop being sorry, Nev! I get it, proposing the idea of a poly relationship or whatever they call it is hard, but I’m down for it, so just - stop apologising.”

“Sorry,” Neville replies out of instinct; for a moment, they look at each other and burst into laughter. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that!” he giggles, only to be interrupted by Charlie’s lips on his; he’s stiff out of surprise but slackens, comfortable, one of Charlie’s hands tucked at the back of his neck and winding in the ends of his hair.

“How long do you think it’s gonna take before that’s made its way round student Twitter?” Charlie asks as he sets back to his pizza, stealing the lemon from Neville’s water.

“It probably already has,” Neville replies.

(He’s not wrong.)

--

“I think the eighties are my favourite decade - I know there’s plenty to be said for the seventies, definitely not the nineties, but I’ve been really enjoying the nostalgia boom right now and I think it’s a phenomenal decade, visually and musically - and, you know, we got our name from The Breakfast Club, so we have a lot to be thankful to the eighties for. Have you guys all seen the second series of Stranger Things yet? Charlie and I binge-watched the whole thing last night. It was so good! I really enjoyed it; Tweet me your thoughts, spoiler-free, at k-i-l-v-milk, and here, suggested by Seamus, are The Human League with Don’t You Want Me.”

Charlie drums on the table. “So, where’d Rolf say we’d meet after class?”

“He said he’d treat us to coffee and cake at the chocolate café. What’s it called? Choco-Latte?”

“I think so. Can’t say I’ve ever really thought about the name, just that the cake is fucking delicious,” Charlie grins. “Did you have an alright sleep last night? All two hours or whatever of it. I’d have asked this morning, but…”

“You were too busy shoving toast in my face,” Neville finishes. “I slept okay, I think. But I kinda just want to watch Stranger Things again. Maybe we should do it with Rolf. I don’t know if he’s ever seen it.” He scrolls through Twitter, raising an eyebrow. “Rolf has just suggested Close to Me.”

“He likes The Cure! Mercy Lewis, we’re playing that one next.” He kicks his chair back over to the desk, prepping for the song to finish; he starts as Neville reaches out to grasp his hand, tightly, looking as if there’s something he’ll burst if he doesn’t say.

“Charlie?” he whispers, looking up shyly. “Yesterday - that kiss - it was my first.”

--

Charlie orders a tad much at Choco-Latte and they take the remainders of his lunch and another few slices of cake back to Rolf’s to finish off; Rolf’s house is a matrix of rich corridors decorated in bright IKEA furniture that doesn’t look like it’s been assembled quite right, a Billy bookcase collapsing by his bedroom and a long-haired cat curled up on top of a cardigan that’s fallen from his clothes horse.

Neville gets a little lost on his way to the bathroom: Rolf’s house is enchanting, interestingly decorated with paintings being sold by strapped-for-cash art students or picked up at art fairs and pinned-up magazine covers and framed records. He stops more than once to reach down and scratch behind the ears of a cat or dog, and he catches a glimpse into Rolf’s airy bedroom where birds sing in a complex of cages.

“The toilet’s that way,” Rolf’s voice chirps helpfully, and Neville starts, spinning around. “It’s okay. I like to look at the birds, too.” He grins, bashfully, as if Neville’s just discovered a secret - but the kind of secret that he wants to be discovered and shared. “Charlie’s going to put on The Breakfast Club, by the way, if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Neville nods, turning. “Um… thank you. For this. For coming out with us and letting us in here to watch movies.”

“No problem,” Rolf says, with a smile. “I like you. Both of you.”

Neville is somehow able to find his way back to the living room from the toilet without much more distraction than a hairless cat trying to trip him up, which Rolf spots and removes. “Sorry,” he says, lightly kissing the cat’s head. “This is Leta. She likes to do that. Leta, come on, what did I tell you about bothering people…”

Charlie is on the sofa, cupping a mug of hot chocolate in his hands and singing along to Simple Minds, and so Neville sits next to him, locating his slice of chocolate cheesecake among the menagerie of cocoa and digging into it with a spork.

“Doesn’t he have forks?” Neville asks, frowning. “Or - spoons?”

“I believe that sporks are Rolf’s ideal implement for cake eating,” Charlie replies, grinning and lifting his. “Look! It’s even got a smiley face on it. We should talk about this on the show.”

“It’s silly, but… I would love some of these,” Neville says, smiling back at his spork. “I know that people would just laugh at me, and maybe you would too, but they’re sweet.” Charlie laughs softly - but earnestly, and runs a hand through Neville’s hair, making Neville flush. “W-what?”

“Nothing,” Charlie chuckles, shifting over as Rolf joins them on the sofa. “Whatever happened to these guys? Molly Ringwald was huge in the eighties. More importantly, what happened to John Hughes?”

“He died,” Rolf says, glancing over. “Didn’t you hear? It was a few years ago.”

Charlie’s eyes are wide as saucers as he sits up. “What? No! I missed this news! Not John Hughes - Ferris Bueller was my childhood! Neville! My childhood! It’s been over for years and I didn’t know!” He reaches out, his hand grasping at Neville’s arm and for the briefest moment an electric shock passes between them that stops Charlie in his tracks for a moment as he flinches. “Christ. You’re electric, Nev.”

“Keep your ’lectric eye on me, babe,” Rolf sings, startled as both Charlie and Neville turn to him. “Um… hello.”

“That was the first song we ever played together,” Neville says, softly, his eyes wistful. “On the show. We wanted to play something that felt like growing up, because we were.”

“I didn’t know,” Rolf admits. “It’s just one of my favourite songs, and one of my favourite albums, and I like David Bowie, and…” Neville cuts him off with a kiss, lightly pressing a hand against Rolf’s back and against the fabric of his yellow polo shirt; it’s short, and Neville can’t stop himself from giggling when he pulls back, overwhelmed by everything.

Their hands intertwine, and as they turn back to the movie, Charlie stretches his arm out as far as he can around the pair of them.

--

“Ilvermorny! Good morning to you all, and what a good morning it is indeed. I’ve been having a fantastic time over the last two months, which I know is contrary to the general mood on campus, but why can’t we all feel great, even just for this morning? Buy yourself a cake. Eat a cookie. Splurge on that top you were thinking of buying - it’ll look great.”

“But before you do that, stay tuned,” Neville adds, reaching over for Charlie’s hand. “We’re on for the next hour, and after that, our good friends Rolf and Luna are going to be spinning the best tunes of this year so far. Now, here’s a song for someone special: Apartment by Modern Baseball, a song I don’t think we play enough.”

He lets go of Charlie just long enough to spin around to Rolf, taking up an extra seat in the booth, eyes shining. “Maybe we should go for cake after this,” he says. “And watch-”

“Pretty In Pink,” Charlie says immediately. “We need to watch Pretty In Pink.”

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There was this fic before that was like an interview format? I think Molly Weasley was part of it. It was also like a good one shot fic? They were talking abt their relationship

How Did You Know You Were In Love? by ashleyfanfic - K, one shot - Hermione is working on an article for Witch Weekly in which she enlists her friends help.

- Lisa

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Hermione Granger, The Girl Who was Pursued - AngelusLorelei - T, abandoned - Hermione Granger returns for her final year at Hogwarts hoping to re-establish some normalcy after the war. Instead, she finds herself pursued by a madman intent on ending her life. Add into the mix her fellow final year students and one very confusing Draco Malfoy. This year promises to be anything but normal.

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Woke up on the wrong side of reality - Nyx_Fedra - E, 18 chapters, Words: 114,099 - At her breaking point, Narcissa risks everything and follows a hunch she has on Severus Snape to save Draco from the Dark Lord constant torture. That’s how Draco Malfoy ends up waking up in a tent in the middle of nowhere, Potter, Weasley and Granger perched over him, his wrists bound to an old camping cot and his wand nowhere to be found. His mother had exchanged his life for a cup, a stupid cup, entrusting him to their helpless enemies. She had clearly lost her mind. ‘It’s not just a cup’ said Granger gritting her teeth. ‘It’s not just a cup’ Draco repeated mocking her. ‘This is going to be a disaster’ muttered Potter massaging his temples.

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I was wondering if you all knew any fics with Luna and Rolf (side paring of course! since its a dramione blog). All of the stories I've read has her with ron, harry, theo, blaise, etc. I love her character; and to me didn't feel like any of the other character would quite get her and fully love/embrace her uniqueness. I loved newt and his personality, so i think I would love rolf as well. oh bonus, if you know any with none of the weasley being jerks, including ron and ginny.

We have a tag for that actually:

tags > side pairings > luna x rolf

but there are only 2 in it, most fics don’t have them together, or if they are, they do not make a big impact on the plot and are rarely mentioned in the fic