Writing Club
Disney Challenge - (quote) "If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you."
Amber's Attic - 12. I'd write love poems to the parts of yourself you can't stand. I'd stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I'm not afraid of your dark.
Book Club - Easter: (event) picnic, (dialogue) "He's blushing!", (object) flowers
Showtime - I'm Not Saying A Word - dialogue: "I'd just say 'I love you' if it was me."
Days of the Month - World Wish Day - Write about a wish coming true
CYB - (pairing) TeddyVictoire
Lyric Alley - You get me every time
Audio Admirations - King Falls - Word: Fall
Sophie's Shelf - The Ingenue - Task: Write about an innocent female.
Easter
Bingo - Style: Third Person
Build a Bunny - Color: Pink - (flower) rose
Guess the Name: Whisper - Teddy
"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you." -Winnie the Pooh
"I'd just say 'I love you' if it was me."
Teddy sputtered, his face turning a vibrant shade of scarlet. "I don't—that's mad—"
James grinned crookedly, flipping idly through his playbook. "You know you love Vic. Don't deny it."
Teddy sighed, his shoulders falling. "She's just so—perfect."
"Concrete evidence right there," James pointed out. "Just do us all a favor and tell her. I bet you a week of chores she'll say the same thing back."
Teddy pulled a face. "Why are you offering to do a week's worth of chores? Isn't that something you hate doing?"
"Yeah, but it'll be worth your happiness and hers." James's face softened. "I don't mind."
He needed a plan. A brilliant plan.
This time around, he was with Dominique, Vic's sister, who had a boatload of information about her. She was the best person to go to to ask for guidance; she knew her sister better than anyone.
"What should I do?" he asked, pacing the length of her room, his hands clasped in front of his stomach. "What does Vic like?"
"Just go with your instincts," Dom advised. "But I'll give you a few tips: romance her the old-fashioned way. Flowers, compliments, picnics, et cetera. And also, she hates pink. Thinks it's a cliche color. If you want to give her flowers, choose any other color but pink."
Teddy nodded tersely. "Anything else?"
Dom pondered for a few moments. "Nope. You've got a free reign otherwise."
"Perfect." He sighed heavily, several thoughts marinating in his head.
He had an idea. But how to bring it to life?
He went with a picnic, like Dom had suggested. A traditional picnic he had asked his adopted mother and his Aunt Hermione to cater, which they did with tremendous pleasure. They too, like James, had been hoping for them to get together.
("He's blushing!" Hermione hissed gleefully to Ginny after he had left. "I think it's for real this time.")
Now, Teddy was waiting in a meadow with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. Seventeen red roses, to be precise. One for each year he had known her.
There was a loud crack and Victoire appeared, looking harried. "I"m so sorry!" she gasped. "Maman was fussing over me, saying I had to look perfect, even though—"
Her azure eyes settled on the roses. Teddy held them out to her bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand.
"These are for you," he said.
"...Thank you." Her hand was warm. Teddy's hair turned a bright pink.
"Y-You look really p-pretty," he stammered.
"Merci," she replied, her smile blinding. Teddy felt his heart rate increase. He's falling, falling fast.
Oh Merlin. Her smile did things to him that he could not put words to. It was a balm for his heart, yet it set it aflame. It filled him up with the warmth of the sun and the ice of winter.
I love you, he wanted to say. You're absolutely perfect and I love you.
"So, shall we begin?" Vic's silky voice, laced with nothing but pleasantness, jerked him away from his thoughts.
"Of-of course."
Their "friend-date" was going about as well as expected. Vic's smile was full of nothing but sunshine, and it was all for him. Subsequently, a nervous lump formed in his throat.
James might be right after all...
"Are you having fun?" he asked.
"Of course!" She pushed back a lock of her strawberry blonde hair.
He swallowed back the lump lodged in his throat. "Listen, I didn't ask you to come out here with with intention of staying friends," he said solemnly. "I mean- I still want to be friends, if you want to, but I want to be more than that."
Vic was silent, studying his face, her eyes unreadable.
"Vic, the thing is- I love you."
Her mouth doesn't move, but her eyes ignited, and that's all the answer Teddy needed.
"I love you, Victoire Weasley," he repeated. "I love you so much. You deserve the best, and I don't know if I live up to that standard-"
"Don't you dare say that," she retorted, her eyes flaring. "I love you too, and you are most certainly the person I want to be with."
Teddy doesn't need any more confirmation. He leaned forward as Victoire does, and fireworks explode behind his eyelids as their lips met.
It's the start of something new, something amazing.
(And as a bonus, James has to do his chores during the week.)
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