[TW assault] shivers [simon]

[LUNA LACHESIS TRELAWNEY]

26 March 2027

It had been over a month since the disatrous dinner with Nate, Evy and Simon. The texts exchanged between Evy and Luna since then had been stilted and short. Luna was stung by Evy's laughter at her own expense, though Luna knew that Evy was jealous. Luna had escaped the monotony of school and had done what she'd always wanted. Evy was still trapped in the shadow of her sisters, in the looming darkness of Nathaniel Forrester. To think, Luna had once admired Nate for his innate ability to not give a fuck. But he had drawn a wedge between two best friends, and Luna struggled to move past that.

Simon and Luna spent most of their time together, usually at his cosy flat in Dublin compared to her shithole in Belfast. The Ghastly Swedish Mug had remained tucked away at the back of the press, and Luna had grown used to waking up to grey skies and rain washed windows. She had little time to return to her flat, and thus it took her weeks to realise something was amiss.

On a day where Simon had things to attend to in London, Luna decided to take a walk around Belfast. To see if it had anything more to offer than shitty nightclubs and monuments to the Titanic. When she opened the door, a pile of old, dried flowers scattered across the landing. Luna glanced around - there had to be at least a half dozen bouquets. The corridor was completely empty, and so she waved her wand, clearing up the mess. She thought nothing more of the strange occurance until she returned home, hours later to find a fresh bouquet and a tiny, typed note. You are incredible. She frowned. This sort of nonsense wasn't Simon's style. Again, she vanished the flowers, put it to the back of her mind, and went about with her evening.

A few days later, Simon and Luna had agreed to spend a long weekend in London for the Easter holiday. It would be nice to get away from the constant drizzle of Ireland, even if it was just to a nearly equally drizzly London. However, the weather promised to hold, and Luna thanked the saints and the gods and whatever else was up there because she'd found out about a rave in an abandoned warehouse in East London. Or rather, Chazz had somehow found out, and informed the entirety of the Quidditch team. It would start at sundown, and promised to be a night to end all nights.

Luna had risen before Simon, waking up to sunshine and a clear blue sky. Feeling elated, she promptly dressed, dropped a kiss on the cheek of her drowsy boyfriend, and set off to collect coffee from a shop around the corner. As she passed over the muggle money for a soy latte and a cappuccino with extra foam, Luna had the strangest feeling that she was being watched. She turned sharply, her grey eyes narrowing as she surveyed the shop. But no one was paying attention. Cursing herself for being paranoid, Luna collected the two coffees and returned to the flat she and Simon were sharing. It was hard to ignore the prickling along the back of her neck, or the suspicion that something was wrong rising within her.

Flushed, Luna burst through the front door. "I've got coffee! And I asked for extra chocolate on your cappuccino," said Luna, placing the two paper cups on the table. She stretched and strode to the window, peering out into the park that they were overlooking. She turned back to the bedroom, leaping onto the bed and peppering Simon's face with kisses. "Helloooo, good morning! Wake up. If you wake up I promise to be nice," said Luna with a grin.

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Simon had been bit by the love bug. The past month and a half with Luna had been over the moon. Simon never thought he was capable of loving someone so fully, at times it scared him thinking about how vulnerable he had been with Luna but he trusted Luna.

There wasn’t a day that went by where he wasn’t fully submerged in Luna’s love, and couldn’t remember a time he had never been happier. They spent most days together. Simon couldn’t remember the last time he slept alone which it was a comforting feeling. Somehow he couldn’t get enough of her. Lunas love was best described as a drug that intoxicated him thoroughly.

Simon rolled over with a sleepy smile as he heard the front door open and close. Luna announced she brought coffee, leaping onto the bed to smother him in kisses. What a lovely way to wake up on such a dreary Irish morning. Simon pulled Luna into his arms, trailing a tired hand down her back. Yawning with a big stretch, he offered her a tired kiss. ”Goood morning, beautiful” he greeted sleepily as he rubbed his eyes. ”Ooh, coffee delivery with extra foam. How did I ever get so lucky..” he smiled as he sat up that offer her another kiss, ”Thanks for letting me to sleep in.” he told her with appreciation, knowing he probably needed it.

”What would you like to do today?” Simon asked her with a smile, taking a sip of coffee. Slow mornings with Luna had quickly become his most favorite.

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Luna hummed her approval, acquiescing Simon's request for another kiss. "You got your head out of your arse, that's how you got so luck," she said with a smirk. Luna slunk off the bed and sauntered back to where their coffees sat steaming. "Well, I had a few choices. Start our morning off the favourite way, but then have no energy for the night, or let you sleep and sacrifice a bit so we have a good night," said Luna after a moment.

Luna took a long sip of her coffee, thinking. "I feel like I haven't been here in ages, but really it's only been like a year," she said, stretching her arms over her head. "We could go to Primrose Hill, have a little picnic or something," she thought, glancing out the window at the cerulean sky. "It's surprisingly gorgeous out there," she added after a moment. "Or could go for a walk in Mayfair," said Luna, turning her gaze back to Simon. The strange sensation prickled down her spine again, but Luna pushed it away.

"Or..." Luna started, a smirk curling on her lips. "We can spend all day in bed because we're on holiday and no one needs us until the evening," she said, taking a step closer to Simon. She placed her coffee cup back on the table and captured Simon's lips in a slow kiss, savouring the taste of his extra frothy cappuccino and the distinct flavour that was Simon. "I think I prefer the last suggestion..." she added, her voice a low hum, her nose dipping so she could kiss his neck.

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Simon sat up and stretched his arms above his head with a sound yawn, squinting his eyes at the sunlight starting to stream in through the curtains. A smile crossed his face at the sight of Luna. She looked like a vision with the sunlight shimmering through her tresses. He was grateful for the extra sleep, coffee, and to wake up with Luna by his side that morning - most mornings, actually. It had become a comforting, special feeling; something he didn’t like to think about losing since it had become their new normal.

Chuckling with a mouthful of coffee and mocha foam, the half-vampire nodded agreeably when she stated he was ‘lucky’ because he got his head out of his arse. Luna was right, there was no protest there, he only smiled. Truly, and truly, knowing how lucky he was.

Simon silently listened as Luna started to jabber about potential plans for their day. ”No energy..” his eyes rolled back with a light chuckle, shaking his head from side to side with disagreement. ”Says the one who could fly laps and hit bludgers ’til your legs and arms shake..” he teased playfully. Simon listened as she spoke, listing off activities that all sounded quite nice. Especially with Luna. He loved how detailed she was. Staying in bed sounded quite nice, but the day was also nice out. He had a feeling like they'd spend most of tomorrow in bed after the warehouse party they planned to attend that night.

”I like the way you think..all of the above.” he smiled as he kissed her back passionately, lifting her into his arms above the bum and collapsing backwards onto the messy bed. ”We should go on a picnic while the weather is nice..” he stated as he caught a glimpse outside the window, much like she had moments ago...it was a beautiful day out, but he had other ideas swirling in his mind. "Are you gonna roll tonight?" he asked her curiously, already feeling a bit of anxiety in his stomach in anticipation of the night. There was a time when he didn't get nervous before enduring crowds. He had a feeling the demise of Hogwarts was to blame, but it wasn't going to stop him from having a good time with his girlfriend.

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With a devious grin, Luna shot back the first response that came to mind. "I'd rather you make my arms and legs shake..." she purred, slinking over to his side and dipping her nose to kiss him on the neck. Simon kissed her back with fervour, and Luna lost herself in the very essence of him. He accepted the picnic suggestion and asked after what she would do in the evening, but Luna was otherwise distracted. "Shh..." said Luna, pressing a finger to his lips to silence them. She then replaced her finger with her lips, trailing kisses down his front until their bodies pressed together, moving together in a symphony of desire.

The sun was high in the sky when they finally parted, and Luna pushed Simon's hair back from his sweaty forehead. "I love you," she reminded him, as if she hadn't spent the better part of the last hour showing him just that. "We can pick up stuff from Tesco, yeah?" said Luna as she pulled on a loose dress and a pair of tights. She combed through her hair with her fingers and plunked a pair of sunglasses on her nose before pulling on a denim jacket. "This screams picnic, doesn't it?" asked Luna, smirking.

Twining their fingers together, Luna led the way out of the flat. It took her a moment to get her bearings, and she squinted in the bright sunlight. She started down the road before the prickling feeling returned. Luna froze, looking over her shoulder with a frown. She shook her head slightly. She must have been imagining things.

The pair made quick work of the store, picking up a few bits for a picnic before they set off for Primrose Hill. "Have you been up here before?" asked Luna. "The views are marvelous," she added. "Nearly as marvelous as you," she added with a cheeky grin. Once they crested the hill, Luna spread the blanket and collapsed onto it. She rested her head on Simon's shoulder. "Do you ever wonder what it would have been like?" asked Luna after a long moment. "If we hadn't... hadn't found each other again?"

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Simon kissed Luna tenderly, running his hands through her hair to pull her to press against his body. ”Don’t tempt me with a good time, he purred with a smile, head falling back into his pillow as she dove into his neck. The perfect invitation for a lazy weekend. Simon began removing Lunas clothing, taking the time to praise every inch of her body. ”I love you, Luna.” he returned the sentiment full heartedly, unable to dream of a better way to start his day.

After some time, the pair untangled themselves from each other to dress and hop over to the neighborhood Tesco to build the perfect picnic spread. They over indulged in their snack and drink choices, but they figured why not, it was already the perfect day. Brown grocery bags swung lazily on Simons sides as they made their way to the spot Luna had mentioned. He was excited to see new places he already called home. ”No I’ve never been.” he answered with a smile, happy for a new experience with her. ”Someday I can show you the cool hang out spots in Sweden. There are lakes, and rivers...in the Western regions I've seen glaciers and reindeer.” he informed her with a nerdy drone, lacing his fingers with hers and pulling her into his arms after they found the perfect spot under a tree on a grassy knoll. 

Fluffy clouds hung high above the bright blue sky, sun shining unforgivingly on the half-vampire's pale skin. He’d have to be careful or else he’d get a sunburn, but he would happily take burnt skin for quality time out with his girlfriend. Simon was eager to spend one on one time relaxing and enjoying some nice views a before their rowdy night planned ahead.

Collapsing his long legs on the blanket beside Luna, he wasted no time and popped the cork off of her favorite wine as he chuckled, "Wine is a picnic activity, so.." Simon propped the bottle between his between while digging in their grocery bag for a couple of plastic wine flutes. Simon considered her question as he matched her gaze. He knew he had to be careful however he answered her question but he was confident with how secure she made his heart feel. Simon hoped she wouldn’t bring up Claudia, he didn’t feel like talking about her, and that would be a bit of a damper on their good day. His expression softened as it usually did when he spoke to Luna. ”Honestly? Yes, I have thought about it…” he told her, filling the plastic wine flute with a casual sloshing sound and handing it over to her before filling his own. ”With the connection we have, I’m confident we would have found each other again..somehow. You and I have always had a magnetic connection. Even when you hated me, I couldn’t stay away from you...” Simon said with a knowing smile, icy blue saucers fell onto her gaze as he took a sip of wine, breaking into another smile of appreciation. Simon reached out to lovingly cradle her face, gently pushing back a strand of hair. "Luna, you've made me the luckiest guy in the world and I'm forever grateful for how things worked out. The universe brought us together and nothing has been easier, or made more sense in my life, other than loving you." he told her, feeling butterflies starting a frenzy in his stomach.

Taking a sip of wine, he thought about it for a moment longer, "Have you?" he asked her with a curious smile.

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Simon expounded on how he would one day show her the gorgeous sights of Sweden - and Luna didn't have to feign her enthusiasm. As a result of her rather modest upbringing, and the Trelawney name overshadowing their every move, Luna was not very well travelled. The furthest she'd been was to Paris for a day, and even then they'd stayed in a grubby apartment and barely slept. "That would be really nice. Are the reindeer as big as they say?" asked Luna, her eyes wide as they walked. "Or is that moose? Or maybe both. I thought Norway was known for glaciers, I didn't realise Sweden was too. Have you seen the northern lights? Can you see the northern lights?" She babbled on like a child without a filter.

The pair easily crested the hill, largely in part thanks to the extensive Quidditch training programme they went through daily. Luna spread out a blanket and collapsed onto it, curling into Simon's side once he settled in. As Simon was digging around in the bag, Luna posed a question that had hovered in the back of her mind for weeks. What would have happened if they hadn't been on the Bats together?

Luna said nothing, accepting her measure of wine with a silent nod. She took a deep drink, gazing out over the city that lay sprawled before them. "I would never have been happy," said Luna suddenly. "I had never wanted to see you again. I could have moved on, could have survived. But I'd never be really happy," she murmured, before taking another drink. "I wanted you to burn and to rot, but I also wanted you to be happy and healthy. Even if it wasn't with me and Evy was really keen to flay you alive," she added with a giggle, glancing over at him. "But you did stay away. For a few months at least." The meaning behind her words hung heavy in the air. The time he had reignited his relationship with Claudia. The girl had been toxic, bringing out the worst in everyone she touched. Yet somehow Simon had been so in love with her.

Simon took her face in his hands and Luna held his gaze. "The universe loves to propose a challenge," she replied, breaking the tension that coiled in her belly and smiling. "Loving you feels very natural," she added after a moment. "Now stop looking at me and kiss me please."

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The pair easily scaled the hill before finding the perfect spot overlooking the city. ”Wow, this is nice.” his eyes took in the view, but he had the best view in front of him already, Luna. The corners of his lips curled upwards as he considered her question about reindeers. ”Well, they’re kinda the…snow genre of deer..” he informed her, nodding his head with a chuckle, “Because they have thicker fur and bodies, and obviously, they work for Santa so they get very busy starting in November.” Simon told her, feigning serious a serious tone but he was obvious joking.

Simon loved how excited Luna seemed to be to experience Sweden with him. He never felt the desire to share with someone as much as he had with Luna, but he wanted to share everything, and more, with his beautiful girlfriend. It felt easy and natural. There was no hiding emotions, or skirting around things. They found ways to navigate their relationship in a way that worked for them. Simon took a sip of wine, more interested in the booze than food because he had grown quite keen to wine since hanging out with Luna.

Nodding his head with an endearing smile, ”Yeah, the Northern Lights could be seen during certain times of the year…from September through March, if I remember correctly.” he said thoughtfully. The Northern Lights brought up a memory of Sofia because she hated going to the lake. His eyes fell to his glass as he feigned a more relaxed look, hoping she didn't notice. Simon swallowed, ”Back when I was younger my parents would take us to a lakeside wood cabin at Lake Torneträsk to see the lights every year. It's a very secluded place. Over the winter months the lake freezes over and you can walk across it while watching the lights. It was cool, but I think it would be more incredible to experience with you.”

Luna told him to kiss him after some lovely words of affirmation. He was always eager to fill her requests, especially involving a snog. Leaning forward, his hand dropped to her waist to hold her close. ”Okay, since you said please…” he agreed easily, not missing a beat as his lips pressed against hers, kissing her passionately for an extended amount of moments. Simon pulled her body to sit between his long legs, wrapping his arms around her smaller frame for a cuddle. Luna fit perfectly in his arms, like a missing puzzle piece. They were the barf-worthy couple in the park who didn’t give a fuck about public displays of affection. 

In one smooth motion...he kicked over his neglected plastic flute of wine, deciding Luna was more fun to hold in that moment. And all moments, honestly. The liquid spilled on the blanket - and hopefully not Luna. The front of his pants looked like they were adorned with a giant pee stain, lovely. Simon shook his head with disapproval, "Fuuuuuck. I'm sorry." he said quickly with an embarrassed laugh.

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Luna snorted, making no attempt to be ladylike. "Snow sort, right," she said when she was able to get a hold on her speech once more. "Right, Santa. But here we call him Saint Nick. Silly, considering there are no saints," said Luna, smoothing her face into a gentle grin. "I hope they holiday well. Imagine pissing off to like.. the Maldives or something. For months at a time. They haven't got to make toys or anything, so they can do what they want," she added. "Sounds like being a reindeer would be a dream," she finished, frowning slightly.

Holidays had never much been at the forefront of Luna's mind. They'd never had much money growing up, and it ended up being funnelled into the girls' education. Now that Luna had a stable job and income, that wasn't so much the issue. Now, it was more that she had no time, between training, visiting Evy when she could, and developing her relationship with Simon. Perhaps on the off season he would whisk her away to some exotic island. Luna quite liked the idea of that.

"I imagine the months when it is dark for longer give one a better chance of seeing the northern lights," said Luna blandly, arching a brow. Now, she wasn't the cleverest, not by a long shot. But did Simon really think she couldn't have worked that one out by herself? Luna became solemn as Simon described how his parents would take him to the lake to see the lights - and Luna knew that there was the unspoken addition of his twin who would have been with him. As much as Luna and Selene didn't get on, losing Selene fully would be like losing a limb. She knew time healed all wounds, but... that one seemed a bit too much to bear. "I'd like that," said Luna softly, squeezing Simon's leg.

All it took was a polite request for the pair of them to get fully distracted - and kissing Simon made Luna forget about everything outside of that one moment of time. The pair became so entwined, it was hard to tell where Luna stopped and Simon began. But there was a shift, and Luna felt a splash of lukewarm liquid on her bare leg. She jerked back from Simon and looked down at her leg, snickering at the wine that dripped from her flesh. "Smooth," said Luna, raising a brow at Simon. She glanced down at his trousers, which had taken the brunt of the damage. "You look like you've pissed yourself," she added, as if he needed reassurance.

"Reckon that cuts our picnic short, you can't go around looking like a nonce," said Luna. She glanced back over the hill at the city that lay sprawled beneath them. "Come on, let's go to a pub so you can clean yourself up. If we move quickly enough, I won't have to pretend not to know you," she added, dropping a cheeky kiss on Simon's nose before springing to her feet. She wiped off the excess wine on her leg, and though it was sticky no real harm had been done. "Take my hand, your imperial clumsiness," said Luna, offering Simon both hands to haul him to his feet. "There's a pub down the road."

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”But alas, we’re Bats.” he lamented playfully, quite proud of the fact, actually. The pair exchanged a smile, his fingers tangled through her tresses before they dove into another mind blowing kiss that took his breath away. Simon loved to show Luna off to the world any chance he was presented. Since he messed up in the past by not staying true to his feelings, he'd never allow her to go a day without feeling loved. Simons goal was to  love Luna in a way that was secure. Nothing about their love was a secret. He wanted to love her so loudly and proudly the neighbors knew their names. Wink, wink..

Luna popped up from the grass, telling Simon they should make their way over to the pub to clean up. His head cocked to the side with red cheeks. He appreciated how willing she was to take care of him, and his general wellbeing. Simon knew Luna had his back, even when they were only friends.

Simon felt a little bad for cutting their picnic short, but he knew they had a night of partying ahead. Nodding his head agreeably, he wiped his alcohol drenched hands on his “pee stained” pants as Luna reassured him that it looked like he had pissed himself. “I may have… this is my first time drinking alcohol…” he joked sarcastically. After a moment, he shook his head out of embarrassment. He'd never hear the end. He still couldn’t believe he had been so clumsy. Simon smiled, pushing himself off of the ground with a little wobble. The wine had given him a nice buzz, he was eager to get walking, and refuel briefly at the pub if they chose to.

Picking up the blanket and the rest of their belongings, they entwined fingers and trekked toward the pub. It wasn’t long before they entered the bustling pub packed with patrons watching different sports games. Simon turned to his beautiful girlfriend, hyper-aware of his "pissed stained" pants... he feigned confidence as he walked with shoulders back, standing tall. Leaning in towards Lunas ear, ”I’m gonna run to the loo, here’s some cash, I'll be right back..“ Simon said as he handed her some cash so she could order if she wished, planting a kiss on her lips before parting. The football hooligans surrounded the televisions, erupting into a rowdy cheer as a goal was made. One guy ripped his shirt off while the others laughed and cheered. Drinks were flowing all around.

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"Bats seems fitting for a half vampire and his gorgeous seer girlfriend," said Luna with a smirk, kissing him soundly. Even after all the time they spent together, kissing Simon was always like the first time. Electric and thrilling, sensation tingling from the tips of her toes to her lips. They sprung to their feet and were quickly on their way to the pub so that Simon could clean himself up in peace. He couldn't very well perform magic on the hill - breaking the International Statute of Secrecy was not on Luna's list of to-do's for the day.

Simon quickly excused himself and Luna headed towards the bar to order drinks for them in the meantime. Their picnic had been cut a bit short, but that didn't mean they couldn't continue having fun. She ordered two vodka sodas, and passed over the cash. There was a brief moment when Luna felt immensely uneasy, like she had this morning. She glanced over her shoulder but there was only a gang of football hooligans chanting. One even had torn off his shirt and was swinging it over his head. Luna exchanged a look with the bartender, who shrugged. With a smirk, Luna returned to the table.

Taking a deep sip, Luna tried not to think of the random moments of the day where she'd been certain someone was watching her. She wondered if it had to do with the drink - but no, she'd been completely sober this morning when she'd first felt it. She half wished she'd have a vision, but what good would that do? She sighed, running her fingers through her hair in an effort to calm herself. When Simon rejoined her, Luna felt the tension melt from her bones. She nodded towards the guy with his shirt off, who was now doing a jig. "Reckon we've found Chad's brother?" asked Luna in an undertone, taking another sip of her drink. "I've never understood the allure of football. Ninety minutes of play, and sometimes absolutely nothing happens. And yet they still go absolutely mental," she said, her eyes on Simon. "Quidditch is much more refined, is it not?" Now, that wasn't entirely true. But Luna had never seen a fan strip half naked because of a particularly good score.

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After a quick clean up, Simon emerged from the restroom and noticed the shirtless football hooligan cheering. He also noticed that Luna looked a bit uncomfortable as her fingers played with her hair. He couldn’t remember in that moment if she was much of a hair twirler, not that it even mattered. Simon took a seat beside to her at the table she’d chosen, kissing the side of her face lovingly. ”You okay?” he asked into her ear, a hand falling into her hand. He quickly dismissed the question as she brought up the shirtless hooligan hooting and cheering.

”I think we found Chazz’s twin.” he stated with a chuckle, ”I’m not sure if the world can handle two.” his eyes watched the football hooligans, remembering a time not too long ago he was doing the same with his team.

Luna continued about how quidditch was superior. The corners of his lips curled upward because he agreed with the sentiment, although he enjoyed watching most sports because it meant he could drink. Simons memory flickered back to the pitch at Hogwarts with Luna. They always had a bond revolving around quidditch. It was hard to believe how quickly everything changed for them. Bobbing his head into a nod, ”Agreed. Although we may be a bit biased about sports, considering quidditch is both of our first love.” he said with a smile, taking a sip of his drink as he looked at Luna with adoration. “I like to tell myself that people only enjoy football because they don’t know about quidditch..” he chuckled with a smug smile. Simon was sure she agreed. Quidditch was how they originally bonded back at Hogwarts, and reunited after.

A few hours later, the pair were prepping for their anticipated big night out. They were pregaming with wine and snacks at Simons flat before they planned on meeting some friends and teammates at the venue. The wine gave Simon a nice buzz, which got his mind right for a night out on the town. He was ready to let loose with his girlfriend with a night of dancing and hopefully 'recreational activities'.

Simon was rolling up a few spliffs to bring with him that night as Luna got dressed for the event. Girls always took longer for these things, so he knew not to rush her and busied his hands instead. As she stepped out, his eyes brightened at her ensemble. Honestly, Luna could wear a trash bag and he'd think she was beautiful. Capturing her lips into a kiss, "You look great.." he admired full heartedly before freezing. "Just -please- don't get glitter on me...yet." he chuckled with a funny look.

Well, he knew he probably shouldn't have said that...now she'd definitely get glitter on him on purpose.

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With an uncharacteristic giggle, Luna buried her nose in the crook of Simon's neck. "Hopefully they never find each other. It will be the end of days," she murmured, her lips brushing against the column of his throat. The pair finished their drinks and returned to their flat, chattering idly about the various different match ups coming up with the Bats. Luna felt completely at ease, having forgotten about the strange sensation she'd felt at the coffee shop this morning. She never would have expected her relationship with Simon to flourish as it had, and her heart swelled as she glanced over at her boyfriend.

Some time later, Luna had changed into a bright pink outfit that was completely at odds with her personality. "Are you sure it's not too bright?>" asked Luna with a frown, twisting this way and that to admire herself in the mirror. Immediately, Simon complimented her, and she drank in the praise. "I promise nothing," she purred, giving Simon a kiss that spoke of untold promises. She lingered inches away for him for a heartbeat, before turning away again. "It's a rave. You can't expect anything less than glitter and neon," she surmised. Luna leaned against the counter, taking a long drink of her wine. "Dunno if tonight is much of a wine night," she commented after a moment, inspecting the glass. Instead of thinking too much on it, she downed it. "But we wanna be safe and healthy. Right?" With an arched brow and a dry laugh, she shuffled to the cabinet and poured them some vodka. "If only it didn't taste so foul," she added, glancing from the drink to her boyfriend.

"So... let's make a resolution for the night? What's one thing you want to accomplish tonight?" asked Luna, making a face as the vodka burned down her throat. "Me? Well... I've never had sex in a public space..." she trailed off, a wicked grin curling on her lips. "I'd like to change that tonight."

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Smiling down with appreciation at his lovely girlfriend, "Nope. Not too bright." he answered, as his head shook from side to side in protest. "You look beautiful. Like a rave goddess, or what have you.." Simon told her with a light but stony chuckle as he planted a loving kiss on her lips, which travelled to her forehead, and ending with a peck on the tip of her nose. Luna turned to pour them shots of vodka. It was becoming more apparent that this would be a wild night. Starting with the heavy pours of the clear liquid while Luna shared that her objective for the night was to shag him in a public place.

His eyebrows shot up unexpectedly, a smirk starting to dance at the corners of his lips as he carefully read Luna's expression. The half-vamp thought she may be joking, but she certainly wasn't. Once he got past the initial shock, he'd oblige. Lifting the shot glass from the countertop, he knocked it back into his throat with a slight wince.

Swallowing the vodka and chasing it with wine was probably a bad idea, but it didn't stop him from doing it, "Well, the more you drink, the less foul it will taste, so get to drinking, love." Simon filled their glasses again and knocked another back in demonstration, knowing he'd have to loosen up. Simon thoughtfully considered her previous question and smiled. "Before this lil chat, I was pondering what assortment of powders to ingest so I can dance until my feet bleed..." he started to say slowly, knocking the second shot back with a chuckle. "Tonight, I would like to accomplish...dancing, drugs, and shagging you in a public place." he said in an obvious tone. After a breath and quick moment of reflection, he added, "-Just maybe not in a rave bathroom or portable loo because that's gross.." 

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[LUNA LACHESIS TRELAWNEY]

Luna snorted with laughter, a sound that even a year ago she would have never dared to make. It just went to show how her relationship with Simon had helped her open up and embrace herself. Instead of just being one of three triplets, she was Luna Trelawney, beater for the Bats and one of the youngest scouted Quidditch players in the league. She had done as she'd desired - shed the weight of her sisters and morphed into a firebird, ready to shine. Luna leaned forward and kissed Simon soundly on the lips. "Rave goddess. I like that," she said, smiling against his lips. As Luna turned to pour the vodka, she reminisced on the past year - the peaks and valleys, the good and the bad, and everything in between. The long and winding road that had brought her to this very moment, to London on a little holiday with her loving boyfriend.

When Luna had met Simon back at school, she had never thought she would find someone kind and caring within his oversized ego. And after he had pied her off for Claudia, well Luna had never really known she could find it in herself to forgive him. But Merlin, was she glad that she had. Not only did they have a brilliant time together, his talent in other areas was not something to turn her nose up at. She hadn't dabbled much whilst they hadn't been speaking, but her intimate connection with Simon was beyond anything she'd ever found with someone else. Luna knocked back the vodka and Simon followed suit. "I suppose. But you have an unfair advantage. You're Swedish. The British only drink shite beer, and I started late," she concluded with a slight frown. Instead of pushing the point, Luna dutifully filled two more shots and asked Simon what his goals were for the evening.

Tilting her head coquettishly, Luna let a small smile play at her lips. "So practical, you are," she murmured, shifting so that she was sitting on the counter. She reached for Simon and loosely wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his hips. "Maybe you should be a little more creative, like me," she added, her voice barely above a whisper. She grinned as he agreed to her proposal. "A life of adventure is before us. But right, loos are off the list," she said. Luna leaned back and grasped Simon's hand, shaking it gently. "It's a deal." She brought his hand to her mouth and kissed it.

It took a very short period of time before the pair of them were suitably drunk. "I've got glitter for both of us," said Luna, tucking it into the tiny bag that she had wrapped around her waist. "And lots and lots of lip gloss. Sparkly lip gloss." Luna had always been vain, but never the sort to shout about her products. "You know the address, yeah? I think I may be too drunk to apparate us there," she added sheepishly, her eyes pleading as she turned them upon Simon.

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