A/N: Here we are again! This was written for Round 1 of the QLFC, Season 9.

Seeker: Your character accepts or rejects a marriage proposal

TW: anxiety, mentions of triggers

Word Count: 1,045

"Terrible day out." Luna comes bounding into the kitchen, grabbing hold of her mug and looking at me expectantly.

"...Yeah." I stutter.

"Oh we'll still go to the park! Don't worry, Ginny, I promise the day is not over simply because the sun isn't shining."

I grip my own mug tighter, flashing a grin at Luna despite my anxiety. I'd been having a number of panic attacks since waking up at 8 this morning, and unfortunately neither of us could explain why. All potential triggers remained a mystery.

"Oh, love," Luna came up to me and placed her hand on my arm gently. "If you don't want to leave the house I'll set up our picnic in the backyard. Come sit down."

She gently guided me to the sofa and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead. I looked up into her blue eyes and wondered how she could be so remarkably calm. I wondered why I was so remarkably nervous.

"Would you like me to include those sandwiches you prepared last night?" She asks from the kitchen.

My throat is dry when I try to reply. For some reason, my body is still shaking.

"I'll throw them in." The sound of something landing heavily inside of a box told of the magic she'd no doubt used to place them.

"Luna?" I ask, and she reappears in the doorway to the kitchen. "Can you just… sit with me?"
"Of course." She replies. "The basket's mostly packed anyway, and if we're only going to the yard I'm sure it doesn't need to look too fancy."

Luna wraps her arms loosely around my waist as she sits behind me, placing another gentle kiss on my nose and moving me so that I'm between her legs. It's soft, warm, the kind of hold I hadn't realized I desperately needed.

"I think I have something that can calm you down." says Luna.

"Mhmm?" I hum, leaning back so my head rests against her chest as I attempt to slow down my breathing.

"Well, I hope it'll excite you in other ways and this is very untraditional of me, but…" She trails off and I nudge her with my elbow softly.

"I-I'm ready to not be distressed." I say, and as moronic as it sounds I mean it.

"Alright, well I've been thinking," Luna's fingers tap against my waist, "What if… Ginny, will you marry me?"

My shaking stops almost immediately. My heart has nearly stopped at the same time and I realize I stopped breathing. I press against Luna to feel her warmth for a millisecond before nodding as enthusiastically as possible.

"Of course." I say softly.

"Really?"

"Well, this isn't exactly how I thought this would go, but I think...I think it helped." I laugh nervously. "And who says we have to be traditional?"

She was right, of course. My breathing's come back to its normal state, and my heart rate has turned into an excited thumping pace.

"I suppose no one." I feel her shrug against my back. "I wasn't sure you'd want to."

"Why wouldn't I?" I flip myself around in her arms and kiss her gently on the lips. "What could ever stop me from wanting to marry you, you lovely thing?"
"Surely there are other lovely things in the world you'd love more."

"Never. This isn't how I expected the morning to go, but it's certainly not a bad surprise. Besides, now I have something positive to look forward to as opposed to the gripping irrational fears that I've had to deal with all morning. You are actually a better remedy than you thought you'd be." I reply.

There are tears in Luna's beautiful eyes and I kiss them away, wiping away the ones that have already escaped with a gentle thumb. Incredible that the tables had turned so violently within five minutes - but of course I wasn't going to let Luna down.

"I kind of like the casual proposal style." I admit as she gets her own breathing back under control.

"Oh?" Her eyes sparkle.

"It makes me feel good to know you trust me enough to ask me to commit to you in such a manner simply sitting on this ratty old sofa."

"Well...I was going to ask when we got to the park for our picnic. But you were acting so...out of it I wasn't certain we'd even make it to the park."

"I think we can still go to the park. I may need to take a few minutes to prepare myself but I think perhaps I'm ready." I say, pushing my hair out of my face with the hand that isn't holding Luna's cheek.

"Who would've thought that me proposing to you could kill your anxiety? Perhaps I need to do it more often." Luna smiles, bigger and more legitimately this time.

"What would people say?"

"Mad lovers must propose to each other a million times every day." She says with that dreamy tone of voice that I adore. "I feel as though that's what I want people to say."

I pull my hand from her cheek and lay my head against her chest, content to feel her pulse beneath my ear. It's picked up from where it was earlier, but I know that's simply out of excitement. The thrill of sitting on top of my fiance has started to enter my brain, replacing the shakiness that my panic attack left me with.

"You're my fiance…" I breathe.

"And you're mine." She smiles, and squeezes my shoulder. "However will we tell everyone else? What sort of wedding ceremony do you want?"

"You haven't thought of that yet?"

"I was never one to even dream that this would happen. I thought other people could take care of that for me."

"Oh, Luna," I say and try to snuggle even closer to her, "I'll help but you're going to be part of the planning."

"All I want is to have absolutely wild wedding decor." She says. I lift my head back up again once more and smile a genuine smile for the first time that day.

"If it can fly, it'll be there." I promise and kiss her once more, this time as her fiance. As her future wife.