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knittedjumpersandleatherjackets · 2 years

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Growth

Neville Longbottom x f!reader

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Warning: idiots in love, pining, miscommunication

"Alright, Nev?" You asked carefully. You didn't turn to the door to see him come in, you just knew it was him. You busied yourself with the Venomous Tentacula you were pruning, listening as he went about getting his things together to help. He was late but you didn't hold it against him.

"You didn't come to lunch," Neville accused, catching a vine that swiped at him with startling agility, the type that fled his body once he stepped outside the greenhouse.

"I had Herbology just before, figured it was a waste of time to trek all the way up just to come back down right after." You explained, snipping the end of a vine and catching a second that aimed for your face without looking up. "Knew you'd bring me something."

You weren't wrong, even if you hadn't looked up. Neville was sure to have a sandwich laid out somewhere for you once you finished up with this plant. He would refuse to work further until you had eaten.

"What would you do without me?" Neville asked with a sigh, smacking the vine he was holding when it wiggled at him threateningly.

"Starve, probably." You admitted, taking the final snip and then two massive steps back in sync with Neville as the plant swiped once more before settling, realizing it was no longer under attack. You closed the lid of the jar you had put the snippings into and labeled it.

"Most likely." Neville agreed. He popped a pair of earmuffs over your ears as you pulled your gloves off. He added a pair for himself and then headed for the mandrakes while you beelined for the sandwich he had brought, your hunger catching up with you.

You watched him as you ate and smiled slightly between bites. He was repotting the mandrakes efficiently without error. He was confident here behind the glass walls. It was the only time you ever saw him shake the stuttering and the stumbling persona he wore like a cloak.

You loved him. It was a fact you were well aware of. It was a fact that anyone who knew you was aware of. In the beginning, your friends presumed it had been hero worship for the man who had killed Nagini. You knew better.

You loved the tenderness he showed the plants, letting the young mandrakes chew on his finger protected by gloves to stop their screams as he filled the pots with more soil. You loved the way his hair had grown longer but he refused to cut it because it gave him a chance to hide.

You loved the scars on his hands and arms that boasted of his bravery in some of the darkest days. You loved him from the very first moment he stood at the front of your Dark Arts class, volunteering himself for the first years.

The only person who didn't know how you felt was Neville. You knew better than to tell him and chose to be his friend instead. He had been crazy about Luna and now he spent every second with her outside of the greenhouse.

Luna refused to come in because it upset her Wrackspurt balance and she had grown quite fond of the ones she had now. You had asked her about Wrackspurts, missing Neville's look and she had gone into detail for over an hour once.

You found it kind of interesting, much to Neville's shock. He liked how nice you were to Luna, given how others ridiculed her. Your friends thought it was a ploy to get into Neville's good books.

That wasn't true. You found her genuinely interesting and a breath of positivity when so many people were still recovering from the darkness. No one had escaped the battle unscathed and so you allowed yourself to bask in joy.

Even while you were hyperaware of the Thestrals at every turn.

"Mimbletonia next or the Wolfsbane?" You asked, slipping off your earmuffs when he finished potting the last Mandrake. He came to sit on the bench while you unpacked your to-do list, given to you by Professor Sprout.

"I think it's too early for the Wolfsbane. I know Sprout wants it done but if we leave it another two days we'll get better results and so will the Potions Class." Neville told you and you nodded, crossing the word out with your quil, scrawling a reminder for yourself to do it on Friday instead. "You're not even going to ask why?"

"Don't need to. You haven't been wrong yet." You told him, scanning your list before looking up at him. He had grown over the Summer and sitting on the bench only added to his height. "I trust you."

"Some people would tell you that's a silly thing to do." He warned you and you shrugged.

"Some people are stupid." You told him and pulled on your gloves again, making your way towards the Mimbletonia. "I'm not stupid."

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"I have an update I feel you would quite like." Rolf Scamander took a seat across from you and you looked up from the heavy text you were reading. He pushed his hair back behind his ear as he leaned closer conspiritually.

"Are you gonna tell me or do I have to guess because I have a headache and I'm really not in the mood." You told him quietly and he frowned. You watched as he visibly forgot his conversation opener as he leaned forward further, hand outstretched to check your temperature. "You feel a little warm. Have you done a check?"

"No, I'm waiting on Hannah to come to dinner. She's late." You explained and Rolf sighed. He only stood from the table, gesturing for you to follow him.

You held his arm to keep yourself steady and allowed him to lead you to the only room guaranteed to be empty. Myrtle's bathroom. She observed you both quietly as Rolf pushed the door mostly closed. "Take off your robes."

"Such a romantic, you sighed, shedding your heave robe. You followed with your blouse and held your arms out as he walked around you in a circle. He pressed his hnd to your hip and you craned your neck to look, finding the familiar puncture marks that made you wince.

"Tentacula." You sighed and he nodded, helping you button your blouse shut when your hands shook. The door pushed in and you found Luna smiling brilliantly.

"Myrtle, I'm here to oh-" She paused in place before frowning slightly, the first time you'd ever seen her smile drop. "Sorry."

She fled the bathroom and Rolf swore, looking from the door and back to you. You were beginning to sweat and he knew he couldn't leave you. He sighed and folded your robes over his arm, offering you the other one.

You would have asked what his problem was only you were fighting the urge to be violently sick. He watched as you paled and guided you to the stall rather than the exit, holding your hair back.

“Do me a favor Myrtle?” Rolf ask and Myrtle simpered at her chance to be important for a handsome boy. “Get Pomfrey for me?”

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Two days later Neville found you in the Greenhouse, glaring at the Venomous Tentacula. He watched the stare down before you turned around and began labeling jars on the desk next to you.

He took his seat next to you and took in your disheveled appearance. You had come straight from the Hospital Wing. He’d bet every galleon he had on as much.

“So, you and Rolf, huh?” Neville asked and wished he could suck the words back in. Or maybe the ground would open and swallow him whole. Anything better than the grin you gave him when you turned your head.

“Me and Rolf?” You asked, returning to your labelling, adding them to jars one by one for the potions class. You dated the samples and scrawled your initials alongside them as you worked down the checklist you had.

“You’re uh, a thing?” He asked and you chuckled before adding the last label to your collection of jars and turned to give him your full attention. He wanted nothing less right now.

“I didn’t take Luna to be one for gossip.” You teased and began donning your gloves, prompting Neville to do the same. The Wolfsbane was waiting.

“She isn’t!” Neville insisted, quick to defend her honor. Luna had been terribly upset and she had told Neville what she had seen in confidence. He had probably just ruined that confidence by opening his big mouth. “She just mentioned it in passing, you know how she is.”

“This is the third time this year a plant has landed me in the hospital wing. Aconite in September, Bubotuber burns in December and Tentacula two days ago. My friends check me over when I take ill suddenly.” You told Neville, snipping as close to the root of the Wolfsbane as you could get.

“So Rolf was uh, checking you?” Neville asked, unsure. “By taking your blouse off?”

“Did Luna mention that in passing too?” You teased and the conversation was dropped as you both began preparing the Wolfsbane for potions ingredients.

You worked well together, getting through your list quickly and the sun was still shining when you both finished. You found yourself trailing down to the lake, enjoying the rare sunshine. Neville trailed after you as you discussed the coming week.

“Doing anything for the weekend?” You asked as you settled down on your robe, legs crossed at the ankles. You picked at dirt on your skirt, looking up when Neville didn’t answer. “Nev?”

“Sorry, uh, the weekend?” He asked distracted and you followed his eyeline to find Rolf talking to Luna the other side of the lake. Rolf was cupping Luna’s face and your smile dropped when he leaned in and kissed her.

“What the fuck?” You asked yourself as you watched. Neville grew steadily red before turning to you. It was something you could never have believed Luna to be capable of.

“Are you okay?” You and Neville spoke at the same time before giving each other questioning looks and drawing back in confusion.

“Am I okay?” You asked, laughing nervously. “I’m not the one who just watched my girlfriend kiss someone else.”

“I didn’t- Luna isn’t my- aren’t you and Rolf?” Neville stuttered over his words and then sighed. “Rolf and you are a thing, aren’t you?”

“No. Rolf has literally been in love with Luna as long as I’ve known him.” You laughed and Neville deflated. “He still shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“Luna is my best friend. Nothing more.” Neville told you and you laughed, falling back in the grass and letting the laughter shake you. “What’s so funny?”

“I’ve been holding back for almost six months because I thought you were dating her.” You told him, still laughing. “Jesus, I did not know it was possible to be this stupid.”

“Golding back?” Neville asked in shock and you looked up from your spot on the ground. “You’re interested in Luna?”

“What? No, you! I’m interested in you Neville.” You laughed again. “You think I’d spend every afternoon with just anyone?”

“No but I thought- you always seem so cool! Why would you be interested in me?” He asked quietly and you stopped laughing.

“Because you’re you! You talk to the Mandrakes and sooth the Screaming Lily’s. You’re amazing, Nev.” You told him, taking his hand in yours. He chewed on his bottom lip while you sat up. “Now is when you kiss me.”

So he did as he was told.

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locke-writes · 2 years

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Can I please request for the Mystery Character Prompts “If we get out alive do you want to get married?” + a character from Harry Potter, please? Thank you!

Character: Neville Longbottom

Prompt: If we get out alive, do you want to get married?

Not one student at Hogwarts had bothered to think about their future in the past year, yourself included. Voldemort had returned with same goal as he had during the first Wizarding War. Hogwarts had been already taken over to some extent, a small amount of students still fighting in the name of Dumbledore’s Army.

For a few month’s that much was all that you could do. Meetings in secret, plans on how to overcome the torment that school had become. Places in the quiet where you could exist with out a questioning eye, where you could heal or help others heal. Places where, for just a moment, you might be able to tell the person you held most dear, that you loved them. For a few month’s time it was a small fight in the midst of the greater destruction to your world looming over you.

Now the war had begun, the Battle of Hogwarts was at hand. Neville knew this was the time to focus, to put into practice everything that was taught, everything that he had read over the last months. He needed to be a true Gryffindor, brave until the end. Yet fear crept inside without a way of working itself out. He’d already seen friends injured, some brought to the halls already on the brink of death, there was no chance that he’d lose you as well.

He makes his way to you, having to cast a few spells along the way in order to get there alive. You’ve been helping round up some of the younger students, pulling them away from the fighting and into areas of safety when you can find them. You’re currently teaching them a spell to quickly tie their shoes in case they’re asked to run in the next minutes. Turning at the footsteps he sees your shoulders relax when you recognize him.

Quickly he wraps his arms around you and before you can even get a word out Neville asks, “If we get out alive, do you want to get married?”

There’s so much doubt around your future, so much doubt around the future you believe might not exist tomorrow or the following day. His question takes you off guard for only a moment but you know the answer that you’ll give, it’s the same one you would have given if he had asked you in another time, in another place where the two of you lived normal lives, not lives filled with struggle.

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sodamnradd · 4 months

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How unfair, thought Pansy, leaning against the bookshelf as Granger slept. All she did was throw on a dress, twist her hair into some sloppy up-do, swipe on lipstick and she was all the boys could talk about.

One boy, specifically. Her boy.

Draco chuckled, entering the room and noticing Granger asleep on the armchair. “I told her red wine would knock her out.” He walked over, touching Granger’s shoulder.

She made a sleepy noise and nuzzled her face against her folded arms.

Pansy watched Draco’s expression change, looking at her like he was-he was—

Pansy swallowed, looking away.

Had Granger been awake, Draco would have made some daft schoolboy remark about her looking like a girl for once, getting her all riled up. She was insufferably easy to rile up. Pansy suspected it’s what Draco liked about her. He was forever the cause of everyone’s effect. Recently, of Hermione Granger’s alone.

She blamed McGonagall for making them co-heads, hammering the final nail on the coffin of their relationship.

“Maybe I should let her sleep,” said Draco. “She pulled an all-nighter setting up the Great Hall.”

“Then wouldn’t she want to enjoy it?” Pansy humoured him.

“I don’t think she cares much. Everything’s always for everyone else.”

“Explains why her hair looks like a bird’s nest,” Pansy muttered under her breath.

“Granger, c’mon.” Draco touched her exposed back, eyes heavy-lidded. The traitor was probably sporting a semi just glimpsing her knobby spine. “Nobody’s come to get her, right?”

“Not since I’ve been here,” replied Pansy, which was entirely too long. “Are we going, or what?”

“Would it…” Draco paused, and Pansy recognised that sheepish look in his eyes. The one he gave her whenever disappointment was imminent. “Is it alright if I escort her? I think she lied about having a date when I nagged her about it. I don’t…” He dragged a hand through his hair. “I don’t know how to talk to her, Pans.”

“Draco—” She didn’t want to hear this.

But Draco was in his own head. “I was trying to ask her, you know. But she thought I was making fun, implying nobody had asked her to the ball. I should have bought her flowers or sweets. I don’t know why I didn’t.”

“Because you’re a coward.”

He shot her an irritated look. But Pansy was through playing nice. “So you’re ditching me?”

“You’re gorgeous. You know a dozen blokes will line up to dance with you.” He ran an admiring gaze down her sleek high-necked robes. But it lacked any desire. “Besides, we already went once together before.”

“Fine. Whatever.” She raised her flask to her lips, telling herself it was the firewhisky that stung.

“Pansy—” Draco started, but then Granger startled awake. She patted her chin, as if checking for drool, and flushed furiously. “Did I miss it?!”

Draco plastered on a mischievous smirk. “We had a blast. Someone spiked the punch and even the professors got blitzed. Shame you slept straight through it.”

“What?” Granger gasped, leaping up to her feet. She noticed Pansy’s eye-roll and smacked Draco on the chest. “Not funny.”

He chuckled, catching her hand and holding it there. “Look at you.” His eyes trailed heatedly down her Muggle gown. “All dressed up. Where’s your hot date?”

Granger glanced at the door, disappointment flashing across her face. “He hasn’t shown up?”

“Don’t worry. Draco’s offered to take you.” Pansy couldn’t help herself. “I mean, Gods knows why.” She strode forward, flask still in hand. “But this idiot,” she pointed to Draco, “is fucking obsessed with you.”

“Pansy.” Draco dropped Hermione’s hand and made a grab for her. But Pansy slipped out of reach.

“So he’s ditching me to take you instead. And you know what? To hell with it. You have him. In fact, you’re a moron if you don’t because nobody will dote on you more. Trust me. He’s unbearable about it. Oh, I should have bought her flowers. Oh, I don’t know how to talk to her. Oh, I should be nicer to her. Oh, oh, oh.”

“I don’t sound like that.” Draco was fiery red now, unable to look in Granger’s direction.

Pansy twisted the cap on her flask and slipped it into her clutch. “Fuck you very much.” And then she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Where she came face to face with Longbottom.

She assessed his navy suit. All broad shoulders and long legs. He was holding a winter bloom.

“You’re Granger’s date?”

Longbottom cleared his throat. He had soft brown eyes. A boyish curl to his hair. “Yeah… erm… is she ready?”

“Change of plans.” Pansy plucked the flower from his hand and tucked it behind her ear. “Granger’s escorting Draco. You’re coming with me.”

(798 words, prompt Yule Ball from twitter)

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btsbabe7 · 4 months

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November Prompt 21: Crisp Air

Words: 905 | Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

In the distance, you can make out Neville’s frame hunched on a bench in front of the main greenhouse. Thick brown vines trailing across the giant frosted windows hug the structure behind him and the morning horizon peeks just beyond it. The view is breathtaking, but you can’t bring yourself to stop staring at him.

Your close footsteps draw his attention from the book in his hands and up towards you. His thick brown hair is blowing in the soft morning winds and he shoves his book away, immediately coming off the bench to greet you with a warm smile. His gloved hands rest on your cheeks and he leans down to plant a soft kiss on your lips, warming you more than you’d been with your hands shoved inside your coat pockets on the walk over. When he pulls away, his ocean blue eyes gaze into yours and you get lost in them until the crisp morning air rushes over the both of you. The moment you shiver against him, he reaches into his bag for the extra greenhouse keys he’d managed to get from Professor Sprout at the beginning of the year.

“Next class isn’t due til noon, so we have plenty of time to study,” he grunts while pushing the heavy door open with his shoulder. With a sigh, he turns back toward you, following your lead after you step inside. Shortly after, he locks the door from the inside. “But I don’t understand why you want to study dittany, we’re far more advanced than that.”

You take in the warmth of the greenhouse. All the sunlight that seems to have disappeared over the week has been absorbed inside the frosted glass walls. Everywhere you turn there’s plant pots, soil and fertilizer bags or some green herb growing lushly. It makes you smile, makes you happy to be able to witness life in this form when everything outside of here is withering away and growing colder with winter fast approaching.

You peel your coat off, then your gloves and scarf and earmuffs and toss them on the only empty table you can find before turning to see your boyfriend’s look of confusion.

“Come on, Nev,” you purr softly. “Warm me up a bit?”

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip the moment he slips out of his coat and drops everything on the ground before scurrying to you. Neville steps in front of you, allowing his fingertips to curl against the hairs at the nape of your neck before pulling you into an open-mouthed kiss.

He’s gotten loads more attention now due to his changing looks, but you’ve had the real luxury of watching him grow older over the years. His puffy cheeks were the first to go, eventually rounding out into a sculpted, chiseled jawline and soon after, his body had done the same, leaving him with nothing but pure muscle that threatened to tear through the white button up he’d failed to replace. And though he had many physical changes, his kindness and courage and care for you always remained, and that’s what you love most.

You hop on top of the table, shaking a few pots in the neighboring potting tables which gains a laugh from the both of you. And once you’ve steadied yourself, you glide your hands over his, which had dropped to your waist during your kiss. Then, you trail up his wrists and slowly over his biceps until you reach his shoulder blades. You work your fingers tenderly into the knots that always form there and he grunts loudly in relief.

“You’re doing it again, aren’t you?” You moan. “Carrying all the plant pots for the first years?”

He bows his head in shame, knowing that he told you he’d stop two weeks ago.

“You know how heavy those pots can get, Y/n, and they’re so small. It reminds me of us seven years ago,” he admits.

“Nev, you promised. It’s admirable, truly, but you’re neglecting your own body.”

“I can handle it,” he whispers and leans in closer, looking you straight in the eyes with a smirk. “Besides, I have you to rub out all the kinks and knots.”

You scoff softly before giggling against his touch and pulling him closer. He rests his head against your shoulder, his breath steadying against rhe goosebumps that have prickled across your skin.

“Y/n?” He breathes.

“Mhm?”

“I want you to stay with me over the break,” he answers, pulling back to see the clear excitement and nervousness on your face.

In all the years of dating, he’d never asked, and during the times you’d begged him, he always said he didn’t want to intrude on you and your time with your family; though, he didn’t even have his own anymore.

“Yes. Yes! Of course I’ll come, Nev,” you exclaim and rest your hands against his collarbones.

“Y/n,” he says again and you gaze up into his eyes once more. “I’m absolutely head over heels in love with you.”

You blush hard as he brushes your tears away and pulls your lips back against his. In that kiss, you both make a silent vow to never abandon each other. And that vow, in a world where anything can be frigid and crisp on the outside, having the ability to lean on each other for warmth whenever you may need it feels absolutely amazing, just as love should.

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artofcrumbs · 1 year

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cantstops1mping · 7 days

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certified-satisfied-maneater · 16 days

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Harry Potter M-List

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Neville Longbottom. ⤸

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cutielando · 5 months

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POLL POLL POLL

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strxwberrymoonstar · 1 month

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heyy i love your blog the fics are so cute!!! i wanted to kindly ask you if you could do a fic with neville? i love the way you portray him in your stories. usually others just write him off as sme shy weak boy but you portray him in such a special way, like yes he is shy but theres more to him than just loving plants and being inroverted, and i respect you so much for it. i was wonderng if you could do a big headcanon or fic centering around neville having a crush on the reader or him being the reader's boyfriend? i just miss him sm :(

Holy shit thank you so much!! I’ll try to make one about him being the reader’s boyfriend and them getting ready for classes!

this was so overdue and it sucks im so sorry, but i want to post it now and i’ll come back to it a in bit to update it <3

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Neville X reader - a sunny morning

The sharp sun ray’s sneak through the castle’s curtains as you lift the blanket up and over your head.

A yawn surpasses your lips as you lift your hand up to block the sun that reveals itself. Your eyes blink slowly, trying to get the sleep out of them as you move to sit up.

You lift the blanket off of your head and throw it away from your body. Lifting yourself off your bed while another yawn sneaks pass as you walk to the end of your bed, where your clothes lie.

Your warm pyjamas shimmy off of your skin as you put on your Hogwarts attire. You check yourself out in the mirror once last time before heading out the door.

The soft chatter fills the Gryffindor’s home room, people scattered all over the free chairs and sofas while some are studying at the tables over by the windows.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” a warm hand touches your tricep lovingly, giving it a soft squeeze. A warmth fills your body as you subconsciously lean towards him, his arms coming to rest around your shoulders as you lean backwards onto his chest. He places his chin on top of your head. “How did you sleep?” he asks, the breath of his words moving your hair slightly.

“It was good, missed you though,” You say, a sigh following your sentence. He squeezes your shoulders a bit tighter, a comforting reminder that he’s there. “That’s okay sweets, i’m here now,” Neville says, leaning down beside your head to place a quick peck onto your cheek.

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dem-obscure-imagines · 1 year

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New Year's Eve Kisses 2022

Note: Hello, friends, and Happy New Year! At long last, and for the third year in a row, I present to you, New Year’s Eve Drabbles! I tried to make reader gender neutral in all of these, aside from the Kili one, which is a continuation of The Book Keeper! It may also serve as an introduction for a possible sequel to that fic.

Fandoms: Stranger Things, MCU, Tolkien, Harry Potter (fuck JK Rowling; Trans Rights are Human Rights), Once Upon a Time

Total Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol (champagne, mostly), kissing (obviously), and two (2) marriage proposals. Also mentions of Eddie’s bat scars.

Eddie Munson

Word Count: 0.4k

Quite honestly, Eddie Munson didn’t think he’d live to see the end of 1986. It had had its ups and downs and its Upside Downs, but through it all, he’d had you right at his side, his second-in-command, his cleric, and, in real life, the very person who’d saved his life and ensured he’d live to see 1986 fade into 1987.

You and Eddie had been friends since elementary school. You’d been bullied as a kid, but Eddie didn’t put up with that and he didn’t want you to, either. He’d stood up for you one fateful day in the third grade and made a friend he knew he’d cherish for the rest of his life.

At the moment, the two of you were at Steve Harrington’s New Year’s Eve party, a sentence neither of you thought you’d utter, with some of his friends as well as Eddie’s bandmates, the Hellfire Club, and a few of Dustin’s other friends. Trauma was a weird thing, after all, and bonded the most unexpected people.

“Here.” Eddie handed you a solo cup full of booze and you sniffed it before taking a sip of whatever mystery punch the rest of Corroded Coffin had poured together.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” He leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of his drink as well, tattooed arms folded across his chest.

“Another one, huh?” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Another year.”

“Thanks to you.” He nudged you with his elbow. “You really saved my ass, you know? I really don’t think I’d be standing here without you, big ugly bat scars and all.”

“Yeah, well, you’ve saved my ass plenty of times, Munson, I’m pretty sure we’re even.”

He smirked, bumping his shoulder into yours. “You think so?”

“I do.” You nodded.

Steve drew everyone’s attention to the countdown, which was nearing a steady close.

“Hey, uh, (Y/N)?” Eddie said, his words slowing. “So remember that…not running away thing I was working on?”

“By running straight into a herd of evil mutant bats, yes, I recall.”

He scoffed. “Heh, yeah, well, um…There’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while, and I…you know what, fuck it.”

“What, Eddie—”

He smashed his lips against yours as the ball finally dropped, kissing you hungrily. You kissed him back, spilling your drink as you surrendered to his embrace. It was uncharted territory for both of you, sure, but just like your DnD campaign, you couldn’t wait to explore it with him, side by side.

Druig

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When the New Year finally rolled around, the Eternals that were close enough decided to throw something of a celebration, just as you’d all done in the years before you’d split off and gone your separate ways. Now that Druig had finally come out of hiding, he was standing in the corner of the room, sulking, snacking, and sipping champagne as he watched some random guy flirt with you across the room.

You and Druig were…complicated to say the least. You weren’t together, not officially. You obviously both cared about each other a lot, but neither of you had ever taken that next step, not before Druig had all but dropped off of the face of the planet.

You’d missed him, of course, but you weren’t sure how to bridge that gap, if that was even still what either of you wanted. He was the Hades to your Persephone. Quite literally. Your dynamic was where Sprite spun the legend to begin with.

“Why the long face?” Sersi asked, standing next to him, that soft, compassionate look on her face.

Druig shrugged. “Dunno. Just…not feeling the party, I guess.”

“Is that so?” She asked. “Why’s that?”

“Just…thought it would be different, is all.”

“Huh, well, looks like someone else might feel the same way.” Sersi nudged him, motioning to you with her head. Sure enough, you were giving the ‘help me’ eyes, stuck in conversation with the stranger in front of you.

“Oh.” Druig said, straightening up his jacket before standing up and briskly walking to you. “This guy botherin’ you, love?”

“Who’s this?” The frat bro in front of you asked, looking Druig up and down. It was true, Druig was much shorter than the lunkhead, but, of course, Druig had his own secret weapon up his sleeve.

“I’m their boyfriend.” Druig announced, slipping his arm around your waist. “Who are you?”

“Kyle.”

“Well, Kyle, if you don’t mind too much, I’ll be borrowing the beautiful, beautiful (Y/N) for the rest of the night.”

Kyle looked like he was about to retaliate, but then a golden hue took over his eyes and he turned around abruptly and walked across the room and out into the cold.

You chuckled and looked over at Druig. “Thank you. You just saved me from a riveting conversation about NFTs.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What’s an NFT?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

He grinned. “I’ll take your word for it, then.”

“How are you doing?” You asked, leaning into him a little more.

“Better now.”

“You looked a little grumpy before.”

“You noticed.”

“I always do. Especially when it’s you.” You smirked, mischievous. “So you’re my boyfriend, huh?”

“For the evening.” He shrugged. “Or longer, if you want.”

“Are you finally asking me out?”

“Might be.” Druig pulled you closer to him, his hands on your waist as the other Eternals began their countdown. “Are you saying yes?”

“Might be.” You repeated, nose brushing against his as you went in for a tender kiss.

Kili

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“So the Dwarves are coming over here for New Year’s Eve…why?” Your friend Chelsea asked, hanging up some 2023 balloons.

“Because they already had their New Year’s on Durin’s Day there, so…” You shrugged. “You know how they are, they just like parties.”

“That is true.” Kili nodded, walking into the kitchen.

Your face lit up when you saw him, and you walked over to him, surrendering to his embrace. “When did you come over?”

“Just a moment ago, my love.” Kili replied, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Do you need help preparing the festivities?”

“Actually, yes. Do you and the guys want to bring the drinks in from the car?”

“One step ahead of ye, lassie.” Dwalin replied, sipping from a bottle of beer he’d found out there, Fili and Thorin carrying in cases of beer behind him. You had bought a lot of it, but you still weren’t sure it would be enough to satiate the Dwarves. Only time would tell. Worse case scenario, they could go back through the portal in your closet and get some ale from Erebor.

“Thanks, guys. Anyone wanna go with Phil to pick up the pizzas?”

“I will!” Ori volunteered excitedly. “What’s pizza?”

The pieces slowly started to fall into place. You explained human New Year’s Eve traditions to the Dwarves whenever they asked questions.

“Kissing at midnight?” Thorin asked, well within earshot of Kili. “Does it have to be your betrothed?”

“Nope! Some people kiss total strangers, but if you have a partner, you usually kiss them, yeah.”

“Interesting.”

“Why, you have someone in mind, uncle?” Fili asked, teasing.

“No, of course not.” Thorin shook his head, flustered.

“Hmm.” You hummed, laughing softly. You turned to Kili, smirking. “Do you know who you wanna kiss?”

“I have a faint inkling, yes.” He smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

In no time at all, the party was in full swing and the dwarves were distracted very effectively by the New Year’s Eve countdown, mesmerized by the colors and songs and segments included. Ori was taking notes ferociously while the other Dwarves participated in a drinking game led by one of your friends.

You sat in Kili’s lap, chatting with the others, sipping on champagne, and waiting for the final bell to toll, bringing 2022 to a close.

“Do you have a New Year’s Resolution?” Dori asked you, sampling some champagne himself.

“I’d like to write another book.” You said, leaning into Kili. “What about you?”

“I do have one.” Kili nodded. “But I think I’d rather tell you in private it it’s all the same to you.”

“Oh?” You asked.

He nodded, giving your hips a push off of the couch and taking you to the other room. You looked up at him curiously. In your world, the Mortal Realm, Kili stood about six feet tall, as opposed to his usual 4’ 10” that he sported so proudly back home. It was odd how your height difference flip-flopped back and forth, but you were coming to love it.

“So, I’ve been doing some research.” He began, taking one of your hands with his own. “It may be too soon, but…” Kili reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box. He slowly got down on one knee, offering the box to you.

“Kili…” You whispered, your voice breaking. “Is this…?”

“Open it.” He urged, his voice faltering.

You opened the lid of the finely crafted wooden box. It was clear he’d made that from scratch as well, and sure enough, inside, you found a small tuft of green velvet, atop which sat three things: an intricate engagement band, which looked much like the claddagh ring he’d made for you, but with a diamond in the place of the emerald in the other ring, which currently sat, upright, on your right ring finger. The second and third were matching wedding beads, meant to be braided into your hair and his, to signify in Dwarven society that you were married.

“Oh my God. Kili, I…”

“In this New Year, in your world, in mine, I wish to marry you, to be your husband, to care for you for all of your days. And if you’d have me, my One, I would love to make you my wife.”

You nodded, tears slipping from your eyes as you pulled him back to his feet. “Yes, Kili. I love you so much. So much. I can’t wait to marry you.”

Kili pressed his lips to yours, collecting you in his arms, kissing you for the remainder of the year, your last year as an unmarried couple as it slowly bled into the year in which you would finally be married to the Dwarven prince of your dreams.

Neville Longbottom

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“Professor Longbottom?” One of Neville’s fourth year students asked, entering the greenhouse. It was winter break and only a handful of students remained in the castle, along with the few professors who had stayed. It had been a few years since the Battle and Neville had returned to Hogwarts, now the Herbology professor.

“Yes, Tilda?”

“Have you seen Professor (L/N)? I have a question about the extra credit assignment for their class.”

“I haven’t. Did you check their office?”

“I did, it was empty.”

“Huh.” Neville thought for a moment, running through your favorite places in the castle that you could have stolen away to. “Well, what’s the assignment?”

“We have to write about a Muggle holiday we haven’t learned in class yet. I wanted to write about New Year’s Eve, but…”

You walked into the greenhouse, holding a bundle of flowers. “Neville, have you--? Oh, hello Tilda.”

“Professor (L/N)!” Tilda grinned.

“She has a question for you.”

“I thought you might be in here with Professor Longbottom…” Tilda admitted with a shy grin. It was no secret to most of your students that there was something going on between the two of you. “I have a question about New Year’s Eve. So, the kiss everyone talks about, is that before or after midnight?”

“Oh, a New Year’s Eve kiss? It’s usually right at midnight. Muggles believe it’ll bring them luck in the new year.” You explained for her.

“Ohhhh. That makes a lot of sense. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. Let me know if there’s anything else you need! Will you be at the party tonight?”

“I will!” She smiled, saying goodbye to both of you before walking away.

“A New Year’s Eve kiss?” Neville raised an eyebrow, taking a step closer to you as soon as Tilda was out of sight and earshot.

“It’s tradition.” You shrugged, resting a hand against his cozy sweater vest. Outside, there was snow falling in large, fluffy flakes, visible through the greenhouse windows. “And if you’re lucky, you just might get one tonight.”

“What are these for?” He motioned to the flowers in your hand, changing the subject, his cheeks reddening. He had grown up a lot since you’d first met him, that was for sure, but every so often, the shy side of him showed itself again, reminding you of that shy Gryffindor boy you’d first fallen in love with. Little did you know he was nervous about something else that the evening would bring.

“They were in my office.”

“Well, you should put them in water, they’re lovely.” He replied, knowingly.

You rested your arms on his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his. “Thank you, Nev.”

“Of course, love.”

***

Later in the evening came the party Headmaster McGonogall was throwing for the few kids who were still there, as well as the staff who had volunteered to stay behind. The Grand Hall was decked out with silvery decorations, the tables near the front of the room loaded with food and punch.

You and Neville kept orbiting each other, keeping a safe distance to remain professional, but it was terribly obvious to anyone who knew the two of you that you shared a deep connection.

“You look lovely, dear.” McGonogall complimented, looking at your outfit.

“Thank you, Headmaster.” You thanked. “Happy New Year.”

“A Happy New Year indeed.” She eyed Neville, standing in the corner. “Mr. Longbottom looks quite nervous, does he not?”

“Oh.” You glanced over at him and she was right. He was pacing, even as midnight approached. “Yeah, he does. I’ll go check on him.”

You walked over to him and grabbed his attention, pulling him to a private corner. “You okay?”

He nodded, shaking.

You took his hands in yours and felt the way he was trembling. “Hey, hey, what’s going on?”

“I…” He sighed. “I’m…”

“Take your time.” You encouraged, your voice soft.

He took a long breath, centering himself, that Gryffindor courage finally taking hold. “(Y/N), I have been in love with you since our fourth year. When I saw you at that Yule Ball in this very room…I knew that I had to…to do this someday.”

“Do what someday?” You whispered, watching as he, shakily, pulled a tiny box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous engagement ring you had ever seen, its gem in the shape of a flower, metal leaves on either side of it. Tears pooled in your eyes. “Oh, Neville.”

“Will you marry me?”

In the background, you heard the students counting down to the new year while you had a brand new life waiting in anticipation for you to make your choice.

“Yes, Neville, of course.” You rushed into his arms, pulling him into the tightest hug while he exhaled a sigh of relief. “I can’t wait to marry you.”

And sure enough, right as the new year hit, you sealed your promise with a sweet kiss.

Peter Pan

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“What, so you’re telling me you don’t celebrate New Year’s?” You asked in disbelief at the nightly bonfire. It had been a few months since you’d taken up permanent residence in Neverland with Peter and the rest of the Lost Boys, but you’d been visiting the place in your dreams, and their self-appointed ruler, for that matter, for several years.

“What point would there be in that?” Felix asked, rolling his eyes at the sentiment. “Time doesn’t pass here. We don’t have a calendar year like they do in the Mortal Realm.”

“Then how do you keep track of time?”

“We don’t.” One of the other Lost Boys laughed.

“No other holidays?” You asked, eyebrows scrunching together. “None at all?”

“Nope.”

“Huh.”

You didn’t say much after that, thinking about it. You’d been trying to keep track of the days since you’d left home, and you knew it was probably getting to be around that time there. Not that you wanted to go back; you didn’t. But it still felt strange, one last final difference that further divided your new life from the one you had left behind for the adventure of a lifetime.

Pan found you later, studying the look on your face. He didn’t like when people were sad; it brought the whole vibe down, but he had a soft spot for you, had picked you especially to be, well…his. He wanted you to be happy for that reason, too. It hadn’t entirely dawned on him why that was, why your feelings were so important to him.

“Love?”

“Hmm?”

“Something bothering you?”

“Not really. It’s not important.”

He chuckled and sat in front of you, pinching your chin with his fingers and forcing you to meet his eyes. “Yes it is. What’s going on?”

“I just…Felix said you guys don’t really celebrate holidays here. I guess it makes sense. I should have realized that sooner, I guess.”

Peter thought for a long moment, putting the pieces together. “You miss holidays, then. We celebrate a lot, have parties nearly every night.”

“Yeah, I know, and I like those a lot too, but…I don’t know, something about…the rituals, I guess. I think New Year’s Eve would have been soon. It’s one of my favorite holidays.”

“Is it?” He raised an eyebrow, taking your hand. “Well then…let me see what I can do about that, eh?”

***

A few nights later, Pan sent you out with Felix on a “special errand.” You weren’t really sure what you were supposed to be looking for, but he’d said something about seashells, so you and Felix were combing the beach and collecting some.

“I was skeptical of you, you know?” Felix admitted. It wasn’t any surprise to you that was the case. Felix was Pan’s right hand man, after all. Most of his job was figuring out who was and wasn’t to be trusted. “But…something about having you here…Pan is different, more powerful, lighter, even.”

“Thanks, I think.” You chuckled. “You’re not so bad yourself, you know.”

“I’ve been told I’m something of an acquired taste.”

“Yeah, well…I appreciate you looking out for me. You both made the transition a lot easier.”

“Anything for Pan’s Chosen.” He bowed playfully as you gathered the last of the seashells and you began the long hike back, only to find…the campgrounds were decorated.

There were glass orbs and flickering lights dangling from the tree branches, a large grandfather clock propped up against a tree. In the center of it all was Pan, dressed in a sparkly gold suit, holding an even sparklier gold outfit for you in his arms.

“What’s all this?” You asked, looking around in awe.

“It’s New Year’s Eve, love.” Pan insisted, smirking. “Here, get dressed. I’ll save you some champagne.”

“Champagne?” You asked, incredulous. “Where did you get all this stuff.”

“Details, details…” He shook his head, giving you a little push towards your hut, where you quickly changed into the new outfit before meeting him outside, where the Lost Boys were acting out what you could only assume was supposed to be some form of a New Year’s Eve broadcast while the grandfather clock began to tick down to midnight.

Peter took your hand and raised it to his lips. “You look absolutely stunning.”

“You clean up nice yourself.” You chuckled, still in disbelief at everyting that was unfolding around you. “I…”

“You don’t like it.” His expression fell.

“No! Oh my gosh, Peter, I love it, I just…I can’t believe you would do all this for me…”

He met your eyes, his voice very serious. “I would do anything for you, (Y/N). I suppose I’ll just have to keep proving that to you.”

It truly was one of the best nights you’d had on Neverland, if not in your life, and sure enough, when midnight hit, Pan made sure he wouldn’t miss out on perhaps the most important New Year’s Eve tradition of all. And he met you under the stars to capture your lips in a sweet, tender kiss.

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absoooolutely! combining from your other ask, you requested plantseeker. ~700 words (these keep getting longer and longer i'm so sorry). no rating, but cw for moderate world-building angst.

ghost town - the specials

They should’ve known it wouldn’t end with Voldemort. By the time he died, there were too many on his side who had “seen the light." Too many idealistic torch bearers who understood a proper legacy only starts at death. Sure, a fair few of them had been Imperiused, but most hadn’t. Most hadn’t ever gotten close enough to see the crippling fear at the heart of him, the way the Malfoys had.

Harry stubs his cigarette with the toe of his boot. “Foolish of them to run,” he says.

Neville glances up from the map he’s been poring over. Harry’s no good with proper maps, turns out. One of life’s little jokes.

“According to this,” Neville says, pointing a nail-bitten finger at a group of wavy lines on the paper. “There are caves here, here, and… here.”

“Lucius Malfoy? In a cave?” Harry snorts. He reaches into his jacket for his cigarettes.

Only one left. Damn.

“You have any better ideas?” Neville asks, eyebrows raised. His gaze drifts to Harry’s hands as he lights the cigarette with the tip of his wand.

“Want?” Harry asks, holding it out between them. Smoke curls straight up. A cold, windless, empty day. Neville shakes his head. Harry sniffs. “Sorry, love. You’re right. It’s a good start. At least then we can say we’ve checked, whenever Robards gets around to asking.”

They’ve been working this case for so long now that their lives are growing around it, covering it like tree bark over concrete. As one example, when they started this case they were just friends. Years spent undercover, roaming the continent in pursuit of something just out of reach… well. It’s enough to test anyone.

And that’s the brilliant thing about Neville. He stands up to testing. Life hasn’t been easy, since the war. They had a month to lick their victory wounds before Death Eater cells began popping up on the continent and the Americas. Voldemort had been writing a manifesto, and the Death Eaters who survived the war spread it far and wide, where it has been burrowing into the wizarding community ever since.

The virus has spread too far for containment, now. Their best hope is to capture cells with name recognition and… Harry’s not sure what. He’s made a point of not asking. Their job is to track the cells, capture the names on their list, and return them to the British Ministry. Alive. The problem is, it’s been three years and they haven’t crossed a single name off their list.

Harry keeps trying to admit they’ve lost. Neville won’t let him.

“I didn’t lose hope when we held down Hogwarts from the Room of Requirement, and I’m not losing hope now,” he always says, with that look on his perfect round face, like anything is possible if they believe hard enough. Sometimes Harry thinks about how he ever doubted Neville belonged in Gryffindor. It makes him want to spit.

And now those steady brown eyes look into Harry’s with all the trust in the world, and Harry doesn’t know whether he wants to kiss him or push him down the cliff. Being loved – carrying someone’s heart and holding it near – is a chore, Harry thinks. Or maybe that’s not right. Maybe it’s wonderful, and Harry’s just too broken and tired to understand.

It all makes sense at night, when Neville holds his face between those massive, calloused hands and makes everything feel okay, makes Harry believe they really will win this. Neville is the light at the end of the tunnel, bright and smiling and able to see a future Harry can’t yet, because he’s just not close enough. All he needs is to take a few steps forward, and—

“Ready, Harry?” Neville asks, crouched next to him near the entrance of cave number one.

“Reckon so,” Harry says, instead of the truth. “You’ll be right behind me?”

“Always,” Neville says. Harry can feel him getting into position, ready to attack. The magic in his wand vibrates against the small of Harry’s back. “Let’s finish this and go back home.”

Harry reaches for his hand, squeezing it once before readying a Protego. Neville squeezes back.

“Home.”

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