Lansy One Shots

You Are Loved

Summary: The war's over now, and things are different. Pansy is different, her and Luna's relationship is different, and it seems as though the very world is different. Maybe it's time to figure out how to live in the changed things, figure out what's going on before the moment's gone.

Ship: LunaLovegood/PansyParkinson

All credit goes to literallyfranzkafka on Ao3

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May 4, 1998

"A lot of people are dead now," Luna whispers. She sounds wistful. She always sounds wistful. It's annoying sometimes. Even as she kissed me two days ago and told me to be careful not to die too quickly when we parted ways, her to fight alongside the good people and me to suggest turning over Harry Potter then 'cowardly' leading the young Slytherins away. Now, Luna has the audacity to speak about all the death that occurred that night wistfully , dreamily, as though it's just another random and probably pointless topic she talks about while brushing gentle fingers through my hair. She pauses in her absentminded brushes to point a finger up at the sky. "Do you think they turn into stars? I read a poem a long time ago, or maybe it was a fable." She hums to herself in thought and drops her hand back into my hair. "I think it was a song actually. It told me that whenever someone dies, they turn into a brand new constellation."

I shrug, turn my head toward her and nuzzle into her hand that's now softly scratching along my scalp. "So what if they do? Turn to stars or constellations or whatever other barmy shit your poems and fairy tales say? Why does it matter if they're dead either bloody way?"

Luna laughs up at the sky, giggles, like there wasn't a battle barely 48 hours ago, as if the castle they're still hiding away in isn't in crumbles, as if they're not relaxing on a tower that their headmaster was avada kedavraed off of, as if a war isn't over and never even happened in the first place. "We remember them, Pansy. You look up at the sky and you remember them."

"I don't want to fucking remember," I tell her. I don't. Honestly. I want to stay up on the Astronomy Tower until it falls apart like the rest of this castle and brings us down with it. I want to keep pretending like a war never happened, like there was nothing to be battled over. I want to become just another one of the bodies scattered around this school. I feel a tear form in the corner of my eye, so I move closer to Luna, wrap her arm around me so I can rest my head on her chest and drape an arm across her waist. "I want to stay up here forever."

"Forever doesn't exist," Luna says as the tear falls down my face and onto her shirt. I watch it make the lightweight white material go transparent. I can see a vague tear splatter-shaped circle of her milky pale skin through the shirt. "We're gonna come down off this tower, and then we're gonna come out of this castle, and then we're gonna come out of this life, and then we're gonna turn into a star, and then we're gonna burst into a supernova, and on and on and on. Nothing lasts forever, Pansy."

"Come down off this tower," I repeat in a whisper. I hesitate a moment before asking even quieter, "Now?"

I can feel her nod. Her heartbeat quickens under my ear, and this is the only way I even remember that she's human sometimes. Sometimes, I think she's not real. Luna talks about things too easily. She always has the same hazy, deep-in-thought look on her face. And the aforementioned wistful voice. She's beautiful and ethereal and fucking angelic, and I forgot that she's just as scared to come off this tower as I am.

Sitting up and leaving her embrace, I wipe the remnants of the tear away from my cheek and reach down to grab her hand and pull her into a sitting position with me. Luna's fingers tighten around mine, and in a show of unspoken agreement, we both stand up at the same time, gracelessly stumbling since we haven't used our legs in a day at least.