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❛ i wasn’t really looking for it now, was i? ❜ despite dreaming of a moment like this since adolescence, there had always been a small part of victoire that believed that they would never truly get here. every step forward seemed to be proceeded by two steps back. one tragedy, one obstacle always keeping them from standing HERE. && now? now --- they’re here. wiping tears from her eyes, stifling her laughter, seems a pointless task. still, she makes the attempts so that light, bright eyes may gaze up to meet his. his question prompts another furious round of nodding.

❛ ‘ course we can. ❜

#( &. | image ) if the moon smiled ; she would resemble you.

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I was determined to do something and to see something and to use my voice. And to experience as much of the world as I could. When I was in Texas, people would say, ‘Don’t do this, it’s crazy.’ I didn’t have anything to lose. I didn’t care.

#( &. | image ) if the moon smiled ; she would resemble you.

Edward. Oh Merlin, he feels like he’s back in Hogwarts again.Young and carefree, being yelled at for trying to sneak in a snogging session before a potions class or quidditch practice.

He loves it.

Ted kisses her. Starts with her lips and trails to her cheeks, peppering his lips on her face. Laughter fills him. Happiness. Merlin, he can’t remember the last time he was this happy.

The fear subsides, yet his heartbeat continues to race, all for different reasons. Excitement. Genuine, pure excitement She said yes. She said yes.

“Took m’long enough? Equal society, love!”

Another laugh and —

“Bloody hell. Your ring! S’in m’night stand.”

it takes only an instant for the tension and the fear to completely dissipate, replaced by laughter and light. it crosses victoire’s mind briefly, that this was how it was meant to be for them. perhaps every obstacle was meant to make this moment as precious as it is. peals of laughter burst from her as she surrenders her face to his barrage of kisses. this is good. this is right. she feels, almost ridiculously, like the little girl that smashed blueberries into her hair so that he wouldn’t be ridiculed. she feels like the girl that blushed every time he told her she was pretty. she’s the girl that made him paper valentines and wrote him letters that were too long. she’s the girl that made promises and the girl that had her hear broken. she’s the girl that had loved him from the very start, and now she’s the girl that will one day call herself his wife --- just as they’d promised. victoire is loathe to pull away from the embrace, even to allow him to speak. fingers roam the planes of his face, threading into his hair, until his words spark an even brighter light in brilliant blue eyes.

❛ i’ve got a ring? .❜

“Vic…”

There are so few things he’s sure of. He’s not sure what he’ll be doing in the next up coming week. Not sure what his next meal will be or what his next breath will feel like. He’s unsure if Grace will take his offer and be reinstated. He’s unsure if Kingsley will keep him as the head of the department.

But he’s sure about Victoire. He’s always been sure about Victoire. From the final train ride in his seventh year – hands molded together, idle talk, he’s always been so sure about her. She was his. And he was hers.

Forever.

“Bloody hell, Vic. You’re the only thing I’m sure about. Marry me. Jus’ marry me.”

His breath catches in this throat, dries up to the point breathless heaves. The lack of an instantaneous yes frightens him. Terrifies him in the worst of ways.

❛ – – – i mean it, edward. ❜ she attempts to maintain firm resolve, to prove that she’s being serious. there is a fine line between caution and hesitance, and and even finer line that dictates a guarded heart. don’t let yourself hurt, it screams. don’t do anything until you’re sure it’s s a f e. he is the biggest risk she’s ever taken in her life. there is little certainty in their lives together, and there is little indication that that will ever change. he is impulsive, she overthinks everything. he makes her vulnerable, and yet, she wouldn’t want it any other way. teddy lupin makes her question everything except the way she feels for him, and that in itself is her answer. there is little to be sure of now, but is there no doubt that she loves him with everything that she has, for everything that she is – – – and that is enough. hesitance twists itself into a beaming grin, tears of fear replaced with those of joy. she nods, and then nods again, and then again until her head seems to just bob along without her control.

❛ okay. okay. – – – took you bloody long enough. ❜

There have been many moments in Ted Lupin’s life where he wishes he could take back words.

Nymphadora Tonks always fumbled with her body. It just so happens that her son followed the same with his words.

But this? He had no elaborate plan to ever ask her. He would always come up with an excuse that it wasn’t the right time and push an engagement to never come. Yet his eyes look into hers. His lips tremble. His hear races and he can’t stand another moment not having her as his wife.

“Marry me. I said marry me.”

it took one train ride over ten years ago, just one train ride for victoire weasley to know that there could be no one to ever hold her heart the way that teddy lupin did. there was no comparison, her heart stops and then races, cheeks warming. a lump forms in her throat, pairing itself nicely with the tears forming in her eyes. years of uncertainty, of teetering on the edge of permanent and temporary, wondering if he’d just disappear --- years of loving him endlessly left words caught against her lips. they’ve been on the edge of this too many times for an unguarded response. a tear slips down her cheek as she finally finds the courage to speak.

❛ – – – please don’t ask me if you’re not sure. ❜

It was easier when he was reckless. It was easier when he didn’t care about the consequences of his actions or the consequences of the actions around him. This was different. This was Ted opening up against everything in his body telling him not to.

A sigh. A nudge as his lips gently press to Victoire’s. Another sigh as he finds sweet relief in her embrace.

“– Marry me.”

the unanticipated moment of quiet is unexpected, but far from unwelcome. the kiss prompts her to lift onto the tips of her toes, cupping his cheeks. the words left in the breathless wake of the embrace solicit a question, despite having an answer at the ready since the age of fifteen.

❛ – – – what? ❜

“I’m… Lost.”

The admission doesn’t come out the way intended. Gentle voice breaking, all ending in a sigh. Every decision he’s made concerning Grace seems like the wrong one. Any advice is the opposite of what he chooses.

“I want to do the right thing. I want to give Grace a chance.”

His chin rests on her head, arms moving to encircle her. He had his own fears. Thoughts and memories of Grace’s last mission and how terribly it ended for everyone. It left him a shell of a man.

Teddy can’t go back to that. He can’t let that or anything like it happen again. Not for himself and neither for Victoire. There are more people to consider than just… Grace.

“I can… I can handle it. And if I can’t… I won’t – You’ll be the first to know.”

❛ s’okay. ❜ it’s just a reminder to herself as it is to him. it’s okay to be without the answers, just as it’s okay to be frightened. they’re going to be okay.

❛ you’re going to figure it out. i know it doesn’t seem like it now, but i also happen to know you. you love her too much for it not to be. ❜ this isn’t about her. this isn’t about her fears or her insecurities, or those needling little doubts. it’s not her place to tell him what to do. she’s there to support him.

❛ i’m proud of you. ❜

He leans in to the touch, nose nuzzling gently against her hand. She’s the only one that his stiff shoulders and set jaw relaxes for. His Vic. His shoulder to lean on and ear to talk off. Too good for him, his grandmother always said, sometimes kidding and sometimes with a sigh heavier than the world – most often after he’d done something stupid. But in this instance, he was only trying to do the right thing. Right by Grace. Right by the department. If she were his responsibility… A shake of his head and he steps closer again.

“She’s… Been good. No more drinking, an’ in the right mind. Eager to come back. I want her too.”

But there’s always a but. Always something that hangs off the end of a sentence. He knows it. Victoire knows it. Everyone does.

“Th’last time… She put herself on a bloody suicide mission against m’order. She’s reckless an’ ‘m worried she’ll fall back into old patterns which is why if she does come back, I want t’make sure she can handle it.”

she leans in, too --- as if there is no other alternative, no other logical course of action. she leans against him because they fit better that way, because they were built very specifically to lean on each other. test after test, blow after blow, they always returned to the place where they made the most sense of the world.

❛ give her the time to sort out the idea of working with you, yeah? this’ll only have half of a chance if she doesn’t feel cornered. she needs to have the opportunity to come to the realization that this is the only way to get back, but she needs to be allowed to have it on her own. ❜

all those words and yet something lingers in her mind. she’ll leave it unsaid, for his sake as much as hers. she won’t impose an opinion sprung from past fears on his decision making. still, it hangs there, over her head. the image of his face, stripped of everything that made him him --- it plagues her more than she’d care to admit. so she hides it -- pushes it away by throwing her arms around his neck, hiding her face. it’ll be different this time. it has to be.

❛ i want you to be able to handle it, too. ❜

#( &. | image ) if the moon smiled ; she would resemble you.#( &. | ooc ) these are all faces she makes around teddy l b r here.

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There are reasons and then there are reasons as to why he keeps things to himself. As to why he’s always been the type to keep thoughts and emotions locked away in his mind and heart. But be relinquishes his resolve with a sigh, head dropping in submit.

“S’… Gracie. Wants to come back to the department. Problem is, no one will work with ‘er and she won’t work with me.”

And this is why Edward Lupin would much rather go back to oogling Victoire.

always so stoic, her teddy. something always plagues his mind. a past, present of hurt and worry sit heavily on his shoulders, mingling with the idea that the future could be just the same. she’d take it all onto herself in an instant if it meant giving him a moment’s peace. in- stead, she’ll settle for what she can do --- what she knows how to do. the hand not currently occupied with his, finds its way to the side of his face, fingertips settling against his cheek : she can be here for him. regardless of any personal grievances with the issue at hand, she can be present she can be someone to listen, a little reminder that he is never alone in this.

❛ is she ready to come back? i’m no auror, but i’d venture it’ll take a certain amount of time for her to be well received by the others. this isn’t your burden to bear entirely, sweetheart. i know that you want to fix it --- make the world better for her. i know what that feels like, for dom & louis, i imagine i’d do just about anything so that they’d have a better shot. but if she’s not willing -- it’s not up to you to make her. it might be something that she has to figure out on her own, harsh as that might sound. ❜

the red haired man steps forward, boots gently scraping and scuffing the floor. lazy steps, they are as the distance between them slowly closes.

“I mean… If there was somethin’ on m’mind. S’not like it’d be any different than any other day.”

in similarly slow fashion, long fingers extend to grasp his hand, tracing circles against his wrist. it’s her turn to display her gaze of absolute & complete adoration.

❛ if there WAS something on your mind, it’s not like it’d be different than any other day where i’d want you to let me in and tell me about it. ❜

There’s a flash of…….. almost offense, but it’s brushed off with a gentle smile and adoring eyes.

Hair shifts from chocolate brown to red.

“Coincidence, love.”

a little laugh follows a shake of her head, fingers combing through golden locks as small steps are taken in his direction.

❛ i’ll take your WORD for that, then. ❜

“I prefer to call it… Gazing upon your beautiful.” Pause. “Have it what you will, however.”

#thelastlupinleft #i'M A MESS

cue the quirk of the brow, immediately followed by arms folding across her chest. cheeky git.

❛ it’s a little odd, though, that your. ADORING GAZE bears a strange resemblance to your ‘ something on your mind ‘ face, innit? ❜

[Message - VIC]: Desk duty. I'm a sober woman now and that piece of shit won't let me do any field work.

[ MESSAGE - GRACE ] I’m really not trying to advocate for anyone here, but have you considered that perhaps, given certain incidents in the past, he might have cause to be wary?

“…”

“ ‘Lo.”