#allucy

[schmoofin]

i almost forgot ab bsd rarepair week oops

[queerkira]

last & prompt: galaxies

last: this one allydia fic i keep working on and it's 4k and nowhere near finished ughh

Most girls, when they like someone, cover their notebooks in hearts and tiny flowers and "Mrs So-and-so", but Lydia’s working on a 2D replication of the Argent family crest. She sneaks looks at Allison’s necklace whenever she falls asleep in class or on Lydia's bed, and she’s grateful for her stellar memory.

galaxies: for u, precious rachel, i will return to hp fic when it has been my lost mistress for literally decades (except for this one secret fic i've been working on for blue, so this drabble is like "while the main action is going on between so and so, allucy happens and is referenced a bunch of times"

albus/lucy, warnings for cousincest

The thing about Lucy is, she's this kind of etheral being that you both feel drawn to and don't want to touch, in case she falls apart or floats away and you are left with nothing but ashes. You kiss her with trembling fingers and tentative lips, your hips so far away from hers you could fit galaxies between them, but she sighs your name and you can't stop yourself from tracing lines between her freckles with your calloused fingertips. Lucy is light and bright and beautiful, but she has chosen you, and you have to hope that that choice is the part that counts.