August Auction | Day 26, Auction 1 | [pairing] SeamusLuna
IPC #740 | [plot point] an explosion
365 #94 | Experience
Summer Seasonal Prompts
National Anti-Boredom Month | 8. Bake cookies | Write about cooking/baking something for someone you love
Romance Awareness Month | SeamusLuna
September Writing Club
Time Machine | 5. [emotion] grief
Showtime | 14. The Next Right Thing | [emotion] grief
Lizzy's Loft | 24. [era] Post-war
Scamander's Case | 27. [plot point] scaring someone
Monthlies & Fortnightlies
Pick-a-Wick | 26. Sage | [action] cooking dinner
Breakfast | 24. White Tea | [trope] established relationship
Skyscraper | Floor One | 7. [food] bacon
In Memoriam | 14. Ted Tonks | Write about star crossed lovers
WC: 696
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Moms
He had just wanted to do something nice, something special. He wanted Luna to see that she was different from anyone else he'd dated. He wanted her to know without a doubt that she was special. He should have known that it wouldn't go according to plan though.
. . .
Seamus stood by the stove, stirring the homemade pasta sauce while keeping an eye on the bacon sizzling away on the next burner. It was maybe a slightly ambitious recipe for a beginner, but he didn't think it could be that hard to follow a recipe.
"Seamus?" Luna called, poking her head through the door of his apartment. He must have missed her knock.
"Hi!" he called back, wiping his hands on a towel before moving into the little entryway. It was a small apartment, but at least it didn't feel quite so cramped now that Dean wasn't living there anymore.
Luna had a radiant smile, and he immediately felt a surge of affection for her. She was so happy, so beautiful. He leaned in and kissed her, in love with the way she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck. Her long hair danced across his fingers at his waist, tickling his skin.
Seamus pulled back, reaching out for her hand and grinning when Luna placed her palm in his. He led her back to the little kitchen, and Luna took a seat at the table while he returned to the stove.
"How was your day?" he asked, frowning at his sauce as he saw that it had started to stick to the pot and turn brown. He was pretty sure it wasn't supposed to do that.
"Oh, it was fine," she answered with a shrug. "Daddy is still at St. Mungo's but they think he's getting better. Hopefully it won't be much longer and then he'll be home and working on the Quibbler again."
"I'm glad he's doing better," Seamus replied. He knew how much her father meant to her. In a way, he envied that. He hadn't been close with his dad since he started at Hogwarts and the war had put a lot of strain on his relationship with his mother.
"Have you talked to her recently?" Luna asked, seemingly sensing his train of thought.
"Mum? Not in a month," he shrugged, focusing on his culinary creation. "And that was a bit uncomfortable."
"You should call her," Luna encouraged, a wistful look on her face that made Seamus feel a bit guilty.
He was just about to reply when a loud BANG tore through the air of the little apartment, filling it with a cloud of smoke. Seamus coughed, his ears ringing. Waving a hand to dissipate the smoke, he looked around the kitchen which was now splattered with pasta sauce, bacon grease, and overcooked noodles. He couldn't see Luna at first and his heart pounded in his chest as fear gripped him. But then he saw her feet sticking out from underneath his kitchen table.
"Luna, are you okay?" he asked, crouching down so he could get a good look at her.
She had her arms wrapped around her knees and her whole body was shaking violently. Seamus looked at her with wide eyes, alarmed by the sight. There was something that he was missing, something that he didn't understand.
. . .
Seamus rubbed his hands over his face, annoyed with himself and questioning everything. Luna had told him the story, once she had calmed down a bit, about her mom and the explosion that killed her. He wanted to beat himself up for making her relive that experience, even though he certainly hadn't done it on purpose. But explosions were a part of his life - he couldn't explain why, but he just seemed to attract little fires and blasts. No one had ever gotten hurt. But how could he keep up his relationship with Luna if each one caused her this much pain? He groaned, leaning his head back against the wall. He really had no idea what to do. But he needed advice, so he grabbed his phone and dialed the one person he knew could help him figure this out - his mom.