Lansy One Shots

Heart's Ease

Summary: It's not all whips and handcuffs, for them the simple acts of service and devotion are what really count. Pansy's service to Luna has been a part of her life for many years. Draco realizes that service submission isn't as easy as he (or Harry) thought it might be.

Ships: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson & HarryPotter/DracoMalfoy

All credit goes to Walgesang on Ao3

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There was a soft musical note and Pansy checked her watch. The wrist watch had numbers for the time, but as the note played the clock face shimmered to a soft pink with one small handwritten word: apples. Pansy smiled as the clock face floated back to its usual appearance, and then adjusted the basket on her arm.

Stopping in front of the apples, she found the variety that Luna liked best: Royal Gala. Pansy examined each one, rolling them in her hand to check for bruises or soft spots. Shopping was something that she never rushed and when it was for something Luna specifically asked for, she was extra careful. She glanced at her watch once more, but it only told the time. The thought of that handwritten word remained in her mind as she carefully placed the apples in her basket.

"There are some fruits and vegetables that you can't grow on your own," Luna said, holding up an apple. To Pansy it looked like any old apple, no different to her than any other variety. "Maybe you don't have enough land for an orchard. Or it's a variety that grows in far-away places."

"I never really thought about it," Pansy said with a shrug. "When I was young, food was just there. I didn't really care how or where it came from."

"I'm sorry," Luna said. Pansy was surprised to see Luna's face turn sorrowful. "That sounds terrible."

"What? No, it's all right," Pansy said, gesturing out toward the display. "I mean, they're just apples."

Luna shook her head, placing the apple in Pansy's hand.

"Not these," Luna said with a smile that caught Pansy's attention. "These are my favourite."

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Pansy's watch chimed again and this time the cursive appeared again: garden.

She quickly put all the groceries away, before changing into clothes that were more appropriate for working outdoors. Her sun hat was missing from the hat rack; she must have left it in the shed. She made sure to grab a napkin, a paring knife, and an apple before she left.
The allotment was close to their flat and Pansy was quite proud that what had once been a scraggly plot of garden was now filled with vegetables in neat rows. Each allotment had a small shed for tools, fertiliser and such, with a bench in front of it. Luna was reading a book, her legs up on the bench. Wearing Pansy's sun hat.

"There you are," Luna said, peeking up from underneath the brim of the hat. "It's a good thing you left this here, I had forgotten mine."

The staccato of rain had been loud on the shed's roof. The storm had caught them both by surprise. But what caught the breath in Pansy's throat was the memory of Luna's hard, dominant kisses as she pushed her against the shed. Pansy had groaned underneath the crush of Luna's lips, wanting and needing more. Luna had pressed her palm against Pansy's groin but Pansy didn't dare push her hips forward unless Luna gave her permission.

"Pansy."

Luna had swung her legs off the bench and was patting the seat beside her. She smiled at Pansy, but it was a very knowing smile. Pansy laughed a little, amused that perhaps they were sharing the same delightful memory.