I'm Dante and I've tragically fallen back into my Harry Potter phase and decided to make a writing blog for it because why not. Here I'll take all sorts of requests from you guys along with post my own stuff. With time I hope to even make audio fics as well! Requests: Open!
As promised another little ficlet and its actually tied to the other two Lunarry fics I have, its own little universe ┌༼ ˵ ° ᗜ ° ˵ ༽┐ that I love Very Dearly tbh, anyways I hope you likeit! Just a lot of fluff and Harry and Luna talking about their feelings, just how I love it!!
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Harry stared wistfully at Luna as she fed the thestrals, completely lost in his own train of thought. It seemed like worries just continued to pile on him day by day as they got further and further into this horrid war. It seemed like everything that had happened to him and continued to happen to him were like these dark tendrils trying desperately to pull him away from his emotions. Especially during this summer he’d felt that desperate pull that always seemed to tug at his conscience, tempting him so with the notion of cutting himself from everything. Of shutting himself away because it seemed that’s what everything wanted him to do.
Then Luna turned and smiled at him. It was always such an interesting thing to see, it filled him with so much warmth, like a lumos had been casted right where his heart was. Her smile always amazed him, just her facial expressions in general really, and the way he always seemed to understand the underlying message in them. Like now, she was curious on what had him so silent.
He smiled, “I’m just thinking.” He replied, gladly answering her silent question.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked, staring intently at him as she stroked the mane of one of the thestrals.
“Love,” he says matter of factly. At one point, maybe he would have hesitated at saying such things, but Luna had taught him a lot of things as of lately. His openness in his emotions being one of them. “And how being loved by you is something I never really expected nor thought would ever really be possible.”
As promised another little ficlet and its actually tied to the other two Lunarry fics I have, its own little universe ┌༼ ˵ ° ᗜ ° ˵ ༽┐ that I love Very Dearly tbh, anyways I hope you likeit! Just a lot of fluff and Harry and Luna talking about their feelings, just how I love it!!
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Harry stared wistfully at Luna as she fed the thestrals, completely lost in his own train of thought. It seemed like worries just continued to pile on him day by day as they got further and further into this horrid war. It seemed like everything that had happened to him and continued to happen to him were like these dark tendrils trying desperately to pull him away from his emotions. Especially during this summer he’d felt that desperate pull that always seemed to tug at his conscience, tempting him so with the notion of cutting himself from everything. Of shutting himself away because it seemed that’s what everything wanted him to do.
Then Luna turned and smiled at him. It was always such an interesting thing to see, it filled him with so much warmth, like a lumos had been casted right where his heart was. Her smile always amazed him, just her facial expressions in general really, and the way he always seemed to understand the underlying message in them. Like now, she was curious on what had him so silent.
He smiled, “I’m just thinking.” He replied, gladly answering her silent question.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked, staring intently at him as she stroked the mane of one of the thestrals.
“Love,” he says matter of factly. At one point, maybe he would have hesitated at saying such things, but Luna had taught him a lot of things as of lately. His openness in his emotions being one of them. “And how being loved by you is something I never really expected nor thought would ever really be possible.”
A snort came from Luna at this, a sort of sardonic tone with it. Not something one would ever really expect from Luna Lovegood of all people, but then not many truly took the time to know the girl. All they chose to see was an air headed girl who seemed perpetually unbothered. “That’s strangely high paise don’t you think?”
Harry’s smile softened at this. “I didn’t necessarily mean it like that, of course being loved by you is an honor though.” The indian boy let out a deep sigh before speaking again, throwing himself back onto the grassy ground of the forest. “It’s just that all my life I never really saw myself as someone who was capable of being loved. I was brought up being taught that love was something I didn’t deserve in any of its forms, and I believed that very much. Then, when I got to the wizarding world I felt that even more. I saw this ugly broken world hiding things behind this idea of perfection just like the Dursley’s did, and so I thought it was the same thing. It felt like the same thing a lot of the time. For a long time it made me lock away a part of myself that I hadn’t realized I’d been denying. I’d starved myself of affection because I felt I was still unworthy of it.” He paused for a moment, feeling his throat become sore as he tried to hold back tears. The stars above him, twinkling and shining began to look blurry, yet he knew he had his glasses on still.
There was a long moment of silence as he tried to recollect himself, try and push himself through finishing this little spiel. Of truly and wholly opening up his heart to the girl. He felt stupid, weak, for having this much trouble trying to express himself to the other.
He looked in mild surprise as Luna settled herself next to him on the grass, taking hold of his hand as she smiled gently up at the stars. “It’s okay to take as long as you need Harry.” She said gently, her voice feeling like the light tinkling of wind chimes. “You don’t have to rush for me. I’m sure we have forever and a lifetime.”
That same warm feeling from before nestled itself into his chest at her words. This clear affirmation of the future ahead of them, the future that’s just for them. It was these soft words, spoken under star light amongst skeletal horses that made him turn fully on his side to face her, prompting Luna to do the same.
Harry held her gaze as he finally began to continue, “To be honest I still feel like I’m not deserving of it. Of your love and affection, because everything has always told me that I simply hurt those close to me. That I shouldn’t be allowed to love in the midst of all this horridness that surrounds us. It’s this mixture of guilt and shame that seems to just constantly pull and tug at me. Like it’s trying to drag me further and further into this pool of despair that’s made itself a permanent fixture of my psyche. Yet here you are, this lovely wonderful person that it feels like I was made to love.” He gave her a soft smile as she gently caressed his cheek, a silent gesture telling him that she felt the same. “It’s strange, because as I got to know you it was like I was slowly surfacing from that pool of despair that I’d been sinking deeper and deeper into. It’s not as though you saved me so to speak. But getting to know you, getting to know Luna Lovegood, this wonderful spectre that made me think in ways that I didn’t think was possible, began to make me want to save myself. It was like without knowing it I was giving you my heart piece by piece. Even if I feel like I shouldn’t, like I don’t deserve it, you make me want to love even in this world that seems to keep trying to tell me that I shouldn’t.”
Luna’s eyes were twinkling as brightly as the stars above their heads as she gazed at him, a smile so gentle and full of love directed at him. She wondered how she got so lucky to be in love with a boy like this. So much so that she even dared to say it out loud. “How was I so fortunate to have Lady Magic bless me with such a wonder like you? For such a long time I didn’t think anyone but my father could love me. No one ever truly accepted me, I was too strange, just Loony Lovegood, but you accepted me. You didn’t simply accept me in spite of what others consider oddities like my interest in nargles and crumple horned snorkacks. You actually listened to what I had to say, you believed me and took me seriously. That’s honestly all I’ve ever wanted from someone, and you managed to give me that and even more. You stood up to bullying that it seemed everyone ignored, you chose to fully understand me and what I had to say instead of writing me off.” She laughed slightly, “I had no other choice but to love you Harry, because even from the start without realizing it you granted my biggest wish.”
“And what was that?” He asked, unconsciously leaning closer, lost in her wonderfully silvery eyes.
“To simply be understood. To be accepted and treated as an equal.”
There was a long pause of silence as they both simply stared at each other. The two teens felt nothing but contentedness as they lay there, happy to have exposed their hearts to the fullest in that moment. It was like there was a dream like quality to the air as they just simply existed in this thing they’d created for each other. This small little world where they could so quietly love and be happy and resist the harshness that the rest of the world demanded of them.
After a long while Harry finally spoke up again, “I’m happy Lady Magic sent me to you. I’m happy I was able to make your wish come true. Most of all, I’m happy that I’m able to love you.”
“And I’m happy that I inspire you to save yourself. I’m happy that I was able to allow you understand that you deserve love. Most of all, I’m happy I was given the opportunity to love you as well.”
“I guess we’re a perfect pair then don’t you think?” He said, leaning in even more, slowly closing the gap between them more and more.
“As perfect as thestrals and death.” She said dreamily before kissing him herself.
It was under the starry lit sky, surrounded by thestrals, sharing a kiss with this girl he knew he’d love for many lifetimes over, that Harry Potter knew he deserved to be loved.
Surprise!! I’m not dead for the like 2 followers that may care (〃￣ω￣〃)ゞ I got swamped with college and depression but I’m back! I’ll have another fic to post tomorrow but I started thinking about Luna and Harry and I had to get it out of my system. (灬º 艸º灬)
Basically I’m like absolutely in love with Harry and Luna being that one kind of like Creepy couple. Like Luna was already a naturally unsettling oerson in cannon since people didn’t know how to handle her energy. Harry just barely does. With the idea of them like being together I feel like Luna brings out Harry’s creepy vibes and he makes her so happy it just intensifies hers even more since he likes her for who she is, strange habits and all. So they’re just this cute couple that has the Most unnerving vibes like Holy Shit.
Like Harry comes back from his first date all dreamy like and everyone in the common room crowd around himi and are just like “Holy shit man how was your date??” And with a smile on his face this little fucker tells them about how he and Luna fed raw meat to thestrals in the fields near the forbidden forest. Now that he mentions in they can in fact smell the raw meat on him,,,,What The Fuck. It’s Hermione who gives him her best supportive smile because like, yeah it’s cute but in honestly the Creepiest sense possible.
So they just have that kind of energy ya know?（〃・ω・〃）
Luna: ~(-◎ω◎)
Harry, happily going along with her activities and all around vibe: (´∀｀)♡
Everyone else, totally happy but still kinda weirded out: ( ･ั﹏･ั)
seriously though bisexuality being defined as attraction to men and women is a heterosexual’s definition of bisexuality actual bisexual groups and organizations have been defining it as attraction to two or more genders or same and other genders since the nineties and plenty of nb people actually id as bi and refusing to accept how we define ourselves is so absurdly biphobic and heterosexist and jfc it’s 2014 can other queer people fucking realize and acknowledge this
The purple stripe on the bi flag is meant to represent attraction to nb genders and the bisexual manifesto published in Anything That Moves includes the lines “Do not assume that bisexuality is binary or duogamous in nature … In fact, don’t assume that there are only two genders.” That was published in 1990. It’s older than a lot of people here, including me, and older than terms like “pansexual” and “polysexual” by at least a decade. Bi history is important.
‘Bisexual’ meant ‘all genders and none’ back in the 1970s when I came out. It’s important to remember that. Maybe the word isn’t quite right now, but the meaning behind it, in my experience, always has been.
Yo!! I’m back again with another little fic o(〃’▽’〃)o! It’s another little Lunarry thing because I have quite a few of these lying around ngl,,,,(⸝⸝•́દ•̀⸝⸝). Honestly all the Lunarry stuff I post will all pretty much be connected in it’s own little AU. This one-shot takes place during 6th year sometime after the Slug Club thing. I myself am nonbinary and I’d just like to remind you as you read this that 1: Not all nonbinary people use they/them pronouns and 2: I’m trying to be at least somewhat realistic about both Luna and Harry’s understanding of queer subjects as having been raised in the 80′s and 90′s. Harry being as sheltered as he was about this things via abuse likely just doesn’t even Know yet that he can use they/them pronouns and honestly I still haven’t decided on something like pronoun usage past this fic hehe (｡・//ε//・｡). But anyways!! Enjoy this little fic of Luna helping Harry come to understand and accept himself ・:*(〃∇〃人)*:・
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Harry lazily swayed back and forth on the porch swing in the room of requirement. Luna was meant to meet him there in a few moments but for the time being he was lost in his own thoughts. Stuck on another article the Daily Prophet had released that day. It wasn’t like the contents of it particularly bothered him in any way. It was the same old nonsense villainizing him for just breathing, but that same age old title had him thinking.
‘Boy Who Lived’
Don’t get him wrong, the title was always strange, but it was that one little word he didn’t like most. Boy.
You could say that it was more of a trigger thing really, remnant emotions that reminded him of his aunt and uncle. Of searing summers spent bent over roses in the garden. Or of frying pans to the back of the head.
That wasn’t quite it though, it was the feeling of just something not quite right, and young Harry was so stuck trying to pinpoint this feeling he didn’t even notice Luna had entered the room until she stopped the swing from moving, essentially caging the other as she placed a butterbeer cork necklace around his neck.
She smiled teasingly at him, “You have quite the infestation today.”
“I’m glad you’re here to help me ward them away then.” He said as he pulled her into his lap. The room filled with laughter for a bit as they both swayed on the bench, Luna happily sitting in the other’s lap.
“So care to tell me what caused the nargle swarm?”
He hesitated a bit. Harry, honestly didn’t quite know how to articulate this one. It was something that had always bugged him, but instincts and years growing up with the Dursleys made him repress it like no other. Things outside of the norm were a no-no after all.
But this was Luna he was talking about here, the girl who gladly existed outside of the norm right next to him, so he should have no reason to fear her reaction. Maybe telling her would even help him better understand this, feeling he tended to have sometimes.
With a sigh he leaned back on the bench. “Well I was thinking about my name I guess.”
Luna tilted her head. “Well Harry is quite an average name, I do think it would be nice if you started going by Hari instead. It certainly fits a lot better.”
The teen laughed a bit. “No not that name, but that certainly is a thought. I was thinking more about my title. The whole ‘Boy-Who-Lived’ nonsense. It made me think about how weird it can feel sometimes to be called that.” He continued, somewhat evading the real point.
“To be called a boy?” The silver eyed witch asked, immediately hitting the nail on the head.
It was like a weight was lifted off of the other’s shoulders as she asked him that. Leave it to his wonderful Luna to immediately understand what he was trying to get at.
“Exactly.” He answered. “But I mean, I don’t feel like a girl. At least I don’t think I do? So what can I be if I’m not a boy and I’m not a girl? What is there left for me besides those two little neat boxes everyone insists that I have to fit into?”
Her answer was quick, making his small dilemma sound like the simplest thing in the world. “Then be you.” She simply shrugged. “You certainly know that I don’t bother with any sort of box that people try to put me in, so why should you do the same. There isn’t anything that truly says that you’re not allowed to simply not be a boy or a girl. So just be you, be Harry.” Luna laughed a bit. “As far as I’m concerned, no matter who you are I know I’ll always love Harry. Boy or girl or anything in between or outside of those labels.”
Harry felt tears of happiness build up in his eyes as he looked at Luna. “What did I ever do to end up with someone as wonderful as you?”
She leaned forward and kissed him on the nose. “You listened to me with an open heart just like I listen to you.” Luna then got more of a contemplative look. “I suppose this means I shouldn’t call you my boyfriend anymore. What would you like to be called?”
This gave the other a momentary pause. He’d never thought about that before actually. Had never even fathomed a conversation like this happening, but he suddenly remembered something. “Well, Remus calls Sirius his partner. It’s pretty nondescript I think. For now at least, until we find something that suits us.”
Accepting this Luna gently copper Harry’s face in her hands. “My wonderful partner then.” The other felt himself blushing to his roots at the sentiment as Luna continued to look at him so lovingly, enjoying how cutely he blushed. Suddenly a thought came to her. “Oh, would you like to try out different clothes?”
He hesitated a moment at this, sure Harry had thought about those things quickly and fleetingly before. Of how nice skirts and dresses looked, how flowy they were. He’d thought all about feminine things he could only give a quick thought too before Dursley Logic quickly shamed even the slightest consideration of them.
“I-I’d like to,” Harry began. “but, I think it might take some time to fully be comfortable trying it out.”
Luna simply nodded understandingly, it can take a while to fully unlearn things. Instead of saying anything she leaned in and gently kissed him on the nose. “We’ll take everything at your pace, we have all the time in the world.”
It was in this moment, with Luna in his lap and a butterbeer cork necklace around his neck that for the first time in a long while Harry felt truly seen.
Ahhh Okay so here’s my first ever post for this blog! ˚✧₊⁎˓˓⁽̨̡ ˚͈́꒳˚͈̀*⁾̧̢˒˒⁎⁺˳✧༚
Lunarry is like my all time favorite ship cause I just love their dynamic so much <(〃´∀｀〃)>, I like to think that they’re able to comfort eachother and really relate to one another on a level that Harry just can’t get from Hermione and Ron because of the mutual trauma he and Luna share in some aspects.
Anyways!! Here’s my first post for tumblr dot com. I hope you like it!!
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"I used to be in love with Ginny Weasley." Luna said dreamily, cutting through the silence that has settled around them after Harry tiredly laid his head in her shoulder. It was a strange thing to suddenly admit but they had fallen into this pattern lately. Of when everything was settled and quiet to just, unload these things that weighed on their shoulders.
It was nice, this air and space of no judgement they’d managed to make for each other through these moments. It brought them closer and closer to each other each time.
The other boy was in no way intimidated by this fact, merely curious. "And then what happened?"
She smiled sadly, "We grew up, and she realized that she couldn't spend all of her time with Loony Lovegood. She decided things like Harry Potter and boys were more important." The girl looped an arm around Harry's shoulders and began to play with his hair. "Of course I don't blame her, people grow and change, and I don't think she did it on purpose. We are merely kids after all and sometimes peer pressure just gets to be too much." They sit in silence once again as Harry digests what she said.
“Does it still hurt?” He asked, breaking the calm silence that had fallen over them.
She mulled over his words. “Hmm, it used to.” Luna said honestly. “I think sometimes it still does, but not quite in the same way. At first, it felt like she’d abandoned me almost. Especially once we started Hogwarts, being separated from her entirely. Being bullied by my fellow housemates and even those outside of the house. She didn’t defend me those first couple years and it truly did hurt me. I felt all alone again. In a way my mother had left me, even if it wasn’t by her own choice. Then suddenly in this new place far away from my dad, this person that I’d always loved left me too.”
Harry held her hand in his, turning it over as he gently began to trace all the lines on her palm. Her fingers were gently calloused, something you wouldn’t expect from looking at the girl, but he knew what it was from. Knew how she helped Hagrid tend to the thestrals, was aware of the times where she had to go venturing by herself all over the castle and sometimes even to the edge of the forbidden forest for potions ingredients her housemates had decided to steal from her. It was strange, the sort of quiet anger he felt in himself from looking at her hand, from feeling her struggles as she told him about this abandonment. “Do you ever feel angry at her? That she just sort of left you for a bit before suddenly coming back into your life?”
“A part of me does, certainly. She is making up for it though. It creates a strange feeling, because I feel happy that she’s come back into my life, but I still feel a sense of resentment, because why couldn’t she have done so sooner? Why does she choose now after the damage is done to try and make something of the wreckage? It’s those sort of things that still makes it hurt when I think about how I used to love her, not because I still do, but simply because it makes me wonder why I wasn’t enough before. It’s strange.”
He nodded. “I get it I think.” With that they fell into another calm silence, absorbing everything that had been said and collecting their own thoughts.
Finally after a few moments he speaks with a confession of his own. "I think I was starting to fall in love with Cedric Diggory." He admits for the first time to literally anyone. The feelings he had what had felt like a lifetime ago still scare him, but he knows now that Luna won't judge. Luna is like him in this way too, so he knows he’s safe to tell her. "It was always this tentative thing between us. He even said I could spend the summer with him after the tournament to get away from the Dursleys." Harry left it off there, feeling the knot tighten in his chest as he remembers this thing that never got the chance to happen.
"But you never got the chance." She said sadly, pulling him further into her side.
Harry let out a sigh of grief, "We never got the chance."
“Do you blame yourself for it?”
He felt the tears build up behind his eyes, the lump in his throat. “All the time.” He said, voice cracking just a bit. “I constantly wish I had just grabbed the cup by myself, that I had been just a little bit quicker.” Harry took a deep breath, trying his best to collect himself. “I’m learning that’s not true though. I’m not the one to blame, at least that’s what Remus tells me. Peter is the one who killed Cedric. It was out of my control, and I’m learning that.”
Luna smiled gently, “But it still hurts all the same, and there’s nothing particularly wrong with that. Grief isn’t something linear. Some days will feel like death happened a lifetime ago.”
“And on others it’s like you’re seeing it happen for the first time all over again.”
She nodded, “Exactly.”
All this thinking and reflecting caused him to have a question though. “Well what does this make you and I Luna? People who have already loved and lost, I think we’d probably be on very different paths if things had gone just a little bit differently.”
"I think we’re each other’s second chances." She replied after a few moments of thinking. “It’s rather sweet don’t you think, to think that Lady Magic saw us, two lost souls full of grief. She saw our pain and struggles from love we lost, and slowly guided us toward each other, because she saw how we could help one another.”
He mulled over her words in his head. "I guess so, in a strange sort of way. I think that makes us even more special, we can grieve what could have been together, but that doesn't make what we have now any less amazing."
Luna's smile turned into something more gentle at these words, that feeling of melancholy being mixed together with happiness at his words. "I think you're right Harry."
Gently cupping his cheek she turned to him and gave him a gentle kiss. A smile bloomed on Harry’s face.
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