What? Linda's a "writer?"

Sep 05, 2006 14:51

I bet you’re all wondering what your wonderful words that I asked for were used for. I’m here to solve the mysteies. I wanted to try my hand at writing more, and since I’m currently on a ZOMGNEVILLEANDLUNA tangent these days, I wrote a bunch of drabbles of the "Nevuna" ship.

Word suggested by severity_softly
WC: 104
Rating: G

"Carrot"
Holding hands, they walked from "Dairy" to "Produce" in the local Tesco*. Why they were shopping in Muggle Lancashire instead of Diagon Alley, Neville did not know. But after all these years, he wasn’t going to start questioning Luna’s quirks now.

Suddenly, Luna gasped and let go of Neville’s hand. She ran at a bin excitedly, and began to rummage through it. Neville followed close behind her, holding their basket of groceries. When he got there, she turned around, a huge grin on her face, holding the two largest carrots from the bin next to her ears.

"What do you think, love?"

Neville smiled. "Beautiful."

*the largest British supermarket chain, according to Wikipedia

Word suggested by severity_softly
WC: 126
Rating: at least PG

"Mexico"
Their hips ground together as they moved on the dance floor. This was nothing like the Yule Ball...it was better. Luna was an excellent dancer.

The song ended and they moved off the floor, both tired. Neville ordered two more shots of tequila and they moved into a booth near the back. After they threw back their drinks, Neville slurred, "I luuuve you ssso much, Luunaa." She responded by lunging at him and snogging him wildly for a good fifteen minutes.

"C'mon…" she finally whispered, pulling him up and guiding him back on to the dance floor. Their hips met again as Neville’s mind started to blur from the alcohol.

The last thing remembered that night was thinking to himself, We gotta come to Tijuana more often.

Word suggested by severity_softly
WC: 108
Rating: PG-13

"Feather"

"What do you think?"

Neville turned around to see that Luna had emerged wearing a very tight, very revealing French maid outfit, complete with a little feather duster. She was nervous and anxiously waited for his approval. He grinned ridiculously and walked slowly over to her, pretending to think very hard about her question.

"Hmm...Dunno. I may have to take it off you."

Luna giggled, nerves melting away, and donned an absurd French accent. "Why, Meester Lungbottum...I sink you arr coming on to mee." She leaned away from him coyly and tickled his chin with her feather duster.

Neville laughed. It was going to be a fun night.

Word suggested by hiddenfantasy, and later confirmed (with "Maple Syrup") by slytherin_face
WC: 143
R: G

"Canada"
Today was the day. She was coming. He would get to see Luna again.

Neville couldn’t stand being apart from her for so long. It had been six months, one week, four days, two hours, and eight minutes since he had last seen her...but who’s counting? He loved the overseas Herbology research; it was just what he wanted to be doing at this stage in life...he just wished that Luna didn’t have to be so far away.

He was waiting for her now at the Vancouver airport.* The moment they saw one another, they ran and embraced each other, both of them too overjoyed to speak.

As they walked toward Baggage Claim, Neville noticed that Luna was looking around, wearing a confused look.

"Something wrong, Luna?"

She turned to him dreamily. "Mmm? Oh, nothing really...but shouldn’t there be bacon and maple syrup everywhere?"

*I have a reason other than "because it suits the story" as to why Luna took a Muggle plane rather than Apparating or Flooing. Ask if you are curious.

Word suggested by hiddenfantasy
WC: 213 (I know it’s long for a drabble. This is as short as I could get it.)
Rating: Hard PG-13/Soft R

"Earth"
Luna pulled out another weed from the row of radishes. She looked up to see her husband tending the Gurdyroot two rows away. A devious thought ran through her mind and she scooped up a small handful of topsoil.

Success! Right in the ear! When Neville turned, she pretended she had been weeding the whole time.

"Oh, you’re in for it now," he said playfully, getting up and running over to her. Before she could blink, he was on top of her, feeling rather triumphant. Pinned under him, she laughed and reached up to rub more soil into his cheek. In response, he grabbed his own handful of dirt and sprinkled it into her hair. She squealed and dropped more earth down the back of his shirt. It was on.

~*~

Before the fight was officially over, Luna leaned in suddenly and kissed Neville hard. She couldn’t help herself when he let his playful side show. She grabbed the front of his shirt and drew him closer, hoping he’d get the message.

Oh, he got it alright. Neville pulled her shirt off and wrapped his arms around her back to unclasp her bra. He laid her down gently until she felt the sun-warmed earth press into her bare back. Merlin, she loved gardening.

Word suggested by becizzle
WC: 136
Rating: G

"Hat"
Breakfast was simply dragging on. Ron was so nervous he couldn’t eat; the rest of them were busy trying to encourage him and cheer him up, but to no avail. Neville had given up and had busied himself with his bacon, not really paying attention to what was going on at the table.

He gave a yelp and fell backward off his seat when he suddenly heard the roaring of a lion. Blushing, he quickly righted himself and looked to see what had just happened.

"It’s good, isn’t it?" Luna Lovegood was saying. On her head was an enormous lion’s head hat that showed her support for Gryiffindor. Neville stared at her, awestruck, as she wished Ron "good luck" and headed out to the Quidditch pitch.

It was official...Neville Longbottom had a crush on Luna Lovegood.

Word suggested by becizzle
WC: 163
Rating: Hard PG, maybe PG-13 for suggestion

"Champagne"
Carrying his beloved over the threshold, Neville stepped into the house that was finally his...no, theirs after all this time.

"Welcome home, Mrs. Longbottom," he whispered lovingly as he set Luna down in the living room. Luna looked around; she had seen the house before, of course, but now that is was hers...no, theirs, it felt different. It felt like home.

In a sudden rush of joy, she squealed and spun around in a full circle before finally landing in Neville’s arms. "I love you, Neville," she said quietly, holding him tightly to her.

"I love you, too, Luna. I always will..." He bent his head and landed a soft, tender kiss on her lips. "...as long as we both shall live."

She smiled, completely and utterly happy. She kissed him back, not so softly and tenderly. He was her husband now -- hers and hers alone. And she wanted him. Panting lightly, she pulled away and whispered seductively in his ear.

"I forget...where’s the bedroom?"

Word suggested by hiddenfantasy
WC: 148
Rating: NC-17

"Food"
Luna licked slowly up Neville’s stomach and chest. The chocolate syrup was almost gone now...there was only one spot on his body she hadn’t licked yet. He moaned under her touch, writhing in his restraints.

Luna was incredibly turned on by all of this and, from the looks of it, so was Neville. She loved teasing him, loved having control over him, but he’d never before allowed her to do this to him. It was heaven.

She turned and lowered her mouth over the one place where chocolate remained, taking all of him in at once. Neville’s moans grew louder and his muscles tensed, pulling at the ties on his wrists and ankles. Once he was clean, she slowly licked up his shaft, then turned to face him and whispered into his ear as she straddled him.

"Thank you."

She lowered herself onto him, her moans joining his.

Word suggested by hiddenfantasy
WC: 117
Rating: Hard PG-13/R

"Time"
Luna peered out the crack of the door as students poured past her in the hall. The moment she saw him, she lunged, grabbed him by the tie, and pulled him into the empty classroom with her.

Neville was taken quite by surprise, but when she pressed him to the wall and kissed him deeply, he melted into her.

"We don’t have much time," she whispered, her hands trailing quickly down and unfastening Neville’s trousers. She smirked, pleased to find that he was already growing hard.

~*~

Five minutes later, they exited the room, trying to look inconspicuous. They immediately blended into the crowd of students and, at the stairs, went separate ways to their respective classes.

fic: neville/luna, fic: drabbles

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