Lansy One Shots

Make My Heart Sing

Summary: Luna wants to dress up just like on film.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to Kabel42 on Ao3

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"I want to dress up and go out and sing all over town," Luna declared. "Just like in that old Muggle film with the guy swinging on the lamp-post and all that."

She looked across the room, eyes burning with that enthusiasm that only Luna could truly muster. It was infectious in it's nature and sometimes Luna was too herself and it was almost impossible to deny her anything when she was in that mood. Even Pansy got affected. Perhaps that was why she kept Luna. Or at least told herself that she kept her; sometimes she wasn't so sure that was the case... Luna really wasn't one you kept.

"And where would you get the orchestra?" Pansy asked dryly; she always had to see if she could pull Luna down a bit, but she never could.

"Tsch. I don't need an orchestra," Luna said, sort-of imitating Pansy's tone, though that was probably unconsciously. Sometimes Pansy would notice that she rubbed off on Luna too and it always shocked her.

"The music is in my mind," Luna continued and Pansy was dragged back. No more shock. That was very Luna.

On her part, Luna didn't mind Pansy's questions at all. They were supposed to be there. Someone had to question her, or the world would feel out of focus. It never diminished her ideas that Pansy always tried to puncture them – it only made them brighter and stronger. She was still smiling at Pansy, waiting for her to give in as she always did.

"Alright," Pansy said. "Let's find something to wear, then. We can go to a gay club or something, perhaps even catch a drag show. That would be appropriate."

Luna knew Pansy would find somewhere appropriate to dress the way Luna wanted – that was the kind of thing Pansy did and it was a nice compromise since Luna didn't much care where they were.

She got up and took Pansy's hand and pulled her towards the bedroom and the large walk-in closet Pansy had insisted on putting in.

Once they were in the closet (a term that made Luna giggle each time she walked in there) it wasn't too hard to find clothes. Luna, for once, dictated the fashion statements and even though they couldn't resist trying outrageous things just for fun – and ended up on the floor laughing - and even though Pansy tickled Luna so she saw balloons – it wasn't too long before outfits were selected.

Pansy wore a pair of stylish, black trousers, a white shirt with a slightly wide collar, a black jacket and a black fedora and ditto tie. They slicked her hair back and drew a small moustache on her. Luna thought she looked very 50s black-and-white and also decided that it was hot. A few kisses proved that the moustache would hold up and Pansy tested the bandages that held her fortunately not too large breasts in where they wouldn't show. When she looked in the mirror, she found that she looked like her grandfather. It was frightening, but also rather nice and familiar – and no matter what, he had been a handsome man in his youth. Pansy was a handsome man.

For Luna they went in a very different direction, because black and white would make Luna feel like she was choking. She was wearing dark, dusty-blue corduroy trousers and a shirt with narrow, vertical stripes in a blue and green colours, a very long scarf and a dark velvet jacket. Her hair was put in a pony-tail and they found her a strange-looking hat as well. Her breasts were bound as well and she spend some minutes jumping up and down because it was fun that nothing bounced.

On the way to the club, Luna hummed "Singing in the Rain", despite the clear weather, and then "Over the Rainbow" despite it being pitch-dark – or as dark as London gets with all the lights on. Pansy rolled her eyes at it, but this shortly after a big war that had cost so many lives it was great to hear someone sing. Another reason to tell herself she was keeping Luna.