SUN & MOON

Their cocoon of love had remained unshaken, a haven from the outside world that neither had ever thought to burst. Theo, ever vigilant and fiercely protective, had made significant changes to his life. Work, once a daily obsession, now took a backseat to his newfound priority—caring for his pregnant nebula, Luna.

Each morning began with a gentle kiss on her forehead as the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains. He had taken to preparing breakfast, a humble attempt to ensure that she started her day with nourishment. His culinary skills, though rudimentary at best, were crafted with a love that spoke volumes.

The manor, which once felt expansive and cold, now seemed to hum with a new warmth. His once-impersonal office was now a sanctuary of soft cushions and calming hues, designed to make her rest as comfortable as possible. He had even placed a cozy armchair by the window, where she could watch the world outside while he handled the mundane chores that once fell to him alone.

Evenings were spent in quiet companionship. He would read to her from her favorite books or share stories from his day, his tone soothing as he described mundane office matters or the day's latest gossip. He had found solace in these moments, where the stresses of the world seemed to fade away.

Despite the constant reassurance he provided, he remained haunted by his fears. Each time she sighed or grimaced, his heart would race, wondering if she was in pain. He'd often check on her multiple times through the night, his touch tender and his eyes always searching for signs of discomfort. His protective instincts, while comforting, were sometimes overwhelming, but she appreciated his unwavering dedication.

In the rare moments when they were apart, his mind was consumed with thoughts of her. Work meetings were punctuated by quick, anxious glances at the clock, each tick a reminder of the time spent away from her. He had found a way to balance his responsibilities with his need to be near her, often surprising her with spontaneous visits and unexpected gifts.

One particularly quiet evening, as she rested her head on his shoulder, she looked up at him with a gaze full of affection. "You've done so much for me," she murmured, her voice soft with gratitude. "I don't know how I would have managed without you."

His eyes softened as he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. "You are everything to me, my moonbeam," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'd move mountains for you if I could. Seeing you happy and healthy is all I need."

Their love, enveloped in the cocoon of their shared world, remained a constant source of strength and joy. And while the outside world continued its relentless march, inside their haven, They found solace in the gentle rhythm of their life together, wrapped in the comfort of each other's embrace.

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The manor was alive with a new energy, one that radiated from the presence of Pansy Parkinson. Ever since her pregnancy had become more pronounced, Pansy had made it a point to visit regularly, her warm and often exuberant personality a welcome contrast tohisall-consuming protectiveness.

Pansy arrived like a whirlwind, her arms laden with gifts for the unborn child. Each visit brought a new assortment of baby clothes, toys, and trinkets, each item carefully chosen with the kind of affection only a soon-to-be godmother could muster. Her excitement was contagious, and her presence brought a light-heartedness to the manor that had been missing during his intense period of care.

"Look at this!" she would exclaim, presenting a tiny knitted sweater or a set of rattles with the enthusiasm of a child on Christmas morning. "I found this at a little shop in Diagon Alley. I just couldn't resist!"

Her eyes would light up at the sight of each new gift, her gratitude evident in her bright smile. "You really don't have to do all this, Pansy," she'd say, though her voice was always touched with warmth. "But it's so kind of you."

"Oh, please," Pansy would respond with a dramatic roll of her eyes. "What's a little shopping spree compared to the joy of spoiling my future godchild?"

The afternoons were often filled with laughter and shared stories. Her visits provided a delightful distraction from the more serious aspects of pregnancy, and the trio would spend hours talking, playing games, and reminiscing about old times. Theo, while still intensely dedicated to caring for Luna, found himself more relaxed in Pansy's presence. Her visits allowed him to take a step back from his overbearing husband duties and simply enjoy the company of friends.

During these times, he would often join them, albeit with a slightly bemused expression. He'd try his best to play along with the games and conversations, though his protective nature would occasionally surface, much to Pansy's amusement. "Theo, you're not going to break the baby by letting us enjoy ourselves," she'd tease. "Relax a little."

He would chuckle, a rare sight amidst his usual intensity. "I'm just making sure My love and the baby are well taken care of," he replied, though his tone was lighter than usual.

Pansy, with a mischievous grin, placed her hands on her hips and pointed toward the hallway. "Theodore, kindly fuck off and take the dog for a walk or something. Luna and I need to talk about girl stuff."

Luna stifled a giggle, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she glanced at him. 

"Pansy's right, my Sun. We could use some time to ourselves."

Theo, though slightly taken aback by the directness of Pansy's request, couldn't help but smile at the sight of her playful expression. "Alright, alright," he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'll take the dog out. Just promise me you won't discuss anything too scandalous."

Pansy winked. "No promises."

As he departed with the dog in tow, the manor's front door clicked shut behind him. The space he left behind was immediately filled with a newfound sense of freedom and anticipation.

Theo led Lady Lemongrass through their estate, a determined look on his face as he tried to follow Pansy's suggestion. However, it quickly became clear that this was not the best plan. The pug, small and yappy, was causing more chaos than calm. It darted around, barking furiously at every sound, its high-pitched yaps echoing across the grounds.

What a stupid name for a stupid dog.

The estate's usually tranquil ambiance was abruptly disturbed. The creatures that roamed freely, from mischievous fairies to gentle nymphs, scattered in all directions at the sight and sound of the frantic pug. The once serene grounds now felt like a battlefield of retreating magical creatures.

His attempts to calm the dog only seemed to fuel its frenzy. It chased after a fluttering sprite, causing it to zip away with a shriek. The hippogriff, a majestic creature normally serene and regal, was particularly perturbed. It let out a loud, agitated cry and flapped its wings wildly, its feathers ruffled in irritation.

Theo, now standing in the midst of a chaotic scene, finally managed to get the pug on a leash and tugged it away from the distraught hippogriff. "Alright, alright, I get it," he muttered, trying to pacify Lady or whatever her stupid name is, while attempting to restore some semblance of order. The hippogriff watched him with a disapproving glare, clearly unimpressed with the disturbance.

Realizing the mess he'd inadvertently caused, he sighed and led the pug back toward the manor, his shoulders slumping in defeat. As he approached the front steps, he heard her laughter ringing out from within. He couldn't help but smile despite the chaos; at least he'd managed to give her and Pansy their uninterrupted time.

When he finally returned, she met him with a sympathetic smile. "How was the walk?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

He looked at her with a weary grin. "Let's just say it was an adventure. I think the ugly creature may have traumatized half the magical creatures on the estate."

Pansy, who had joined Luna at the door, tried to stifle her laughter. "Did my baby manage to annoy the hippogriff too?"

"Definitely," The said, shaking his head. "The hippogriff looked like it was about to challenge me to a duel."

The girls burst into laughter, their earlier discussion momentarily forgotten in the light of his misadventures. His smile grew as he joined in their laughter, relieved that despite the chaos, he had managed to bring some lightness and joy to the evening.

The manor had transformed under Pansy's influence. What had once been a sanctuary of serious care now brimmed with laughter and playful banter. The walls, once echoing with the strains of his worried footsteps, now resonated with the sound of joyous conversations and her effervescent charm.

Through it all, his love for Luna remained unwavering. His care, though sometimes overwhelming, was a testament to the depth of his feelings. And while his duties were still very much a part of their lives, Pansy's presence provided a necessary balance, reminding him of the joy and camaraderie that could exist alongside his protective instincts.

As the days passed, the anticipation of the baby's arrival grew, and the manor thrummed with a vibrant energy. They formed a unique trio, bound together by their shared affection and the excitement of the future. And amidst it all, Theo found solace in knowing that his love for Luna was supported and celebrated by those who mattered most.

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A few weeks before the baby was due, they invited Pansy and Neville over for a quiet dinner at their estate. As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, the atmosphere was serene, with a gentle breeze rustling the leaves outside. The dining room felt warm and inviting, a perfect haven adorned with soft lighting that highlighted the carefully set table. The aroma of a home-cooked meal wafted through the air, wrapping around them like a comforting embrace.

Pansy and Neville arrived with a bottle of wine, and as they entered, Luna greeted them with her usual ethereal charm, her hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight. "I hope you're both hungry!" she exclaimed, ushering them inside. Theo followed, his warm smile instantly putting them at ease.

As they settled around the table, laughter bubbled to the surface, weaving a tapestry of stories and memories that connected them. They reminisced about their time at Hogwarts, sharing humorous anecdotes about their mischievous escapades, the trials of adolescence, and the lessons learned. Neville, ever the passionate herbalist, took center stage, regaling them with tales of his latest discoveries in the greenhouse. He spoke animatedly about a new strain of plant he was cultivating, a rare breed known for its healing properties. "You wouldn't believe how vibrant the colors are, Pansy," he said, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "It's like they have a personality of their own!"

Pansy, always quick with a witty remark, interjected playfully, "I can just picture it now—those plants would probably have a tea party of their own if you let them!" The room erupted with laughter, and even Theo couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image.

Dinner progressed with delicious dishes and engaging conversation, each course more delightful than the last. As they savored the final bites of dessert, a rich chocolate torte that Luna had expertly prepared, a comfortable silence settled over the group. The kind of silence that felt natural and warm, filled with the joy of companionship.

Then, her demeanor shifted slightly, her expression growing serious yet tender. She turned to Pansy, her eyes sparkling with sincerity. "Pansy," she began, her voice soft but filled with emotion, "Theo and I have been talking, and we would be honored if you would consider being our child's godparents."

Pansy's eyes widened in surprise, and her hand instinctively flew to her mouth as she exchanged a shocked glance with Neville, who mirrored her astonishment. "Oh, Luna, Theo," Pansy exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion, "we would be absolutely honored!"

Neville, a smile breaking across his face, nodded enthusiastically. "We'd be thrilled, truly. It means so much to us that you would ask." His voice was steady, filled with the warmth of the moment.

Theo smiled, his eyes shining with gratitude as he looked at them. "We couldn't think of anyone better to help guide our child through life. You two have always been such good friends to us."

Her eyes sparkled, radiating joy as she looked at Pansy and Neville. "You've been wonderful friends, and we know you'll be fantastic godparents."

Pansy reached across the table to squeeze her hand, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and connection. "Thank you, both of you. We promise to be there for your child, to love and support them in every way we can." She felt the weight of the commitment, but it was a weight she welcomed with open arms.

As the conversation continued, they shared dreams for the child's future—Pansy and Neville playfully debating whether the little one would inherit her dreamy nature or his pragmatism. The four of them sat together, the weight of the coming weeks lightened by the warmth of their friendship and the joy of welcoming a new life into their circle.

The evening ended with a toast to the future, their glasses clinking together as they made promises of love, support, and adventure. "To family," he said, his voice steady and sincere, "to friendship, and to new beginnings."

The air around them seemed to hum with anticipation, the bonds of friendship deepening with every shared moment. They sat long after the meal was finished, enjoying the lingering taste of dessert and the warmth of companionship, basking in the happiness of knowing that they would all be part of something beautiful together. As they laughed and talked late into the night, the stars twinkling outside, they felt an undeniable connection, a family not just by blood but by choice, and a promise of love and adventure that awaited them all.

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Theo knew asking Blaise to be the godfather would be a challenge, given his friend's notorious reluctance to show emotions and his penchant for witty repartee over serious conversations. Still, he was determined, knowing how important it was to him and Ginny to have Blaise in their child's life.

To make the moment special, they invited Blaise and Ginny over for dinner. The atmosphere was relaxed and cozy, with the dining room lit by flickering candles and the aroma of a delicious meal filling the air. They shared stories and laughter, the conversation flowing effortlessly as the evening progressed.

After dinner, as they sat in the living room sipping on their drinks, Theo decided it was time. He cleared his throat, glancing at Luna, who gave him an encouraging nod. "Blaise," Theo began, his voice steady but earnest, "Luna and I have been thinking a lot about our future and the people we want to be a part of our child's life."

Blaise, usually quick with a quip, simply raised an eyebrow, sensing the gravity of the moment. Theo continued, "We'd be honored if you would be our child's godfather."

For a moment, Blaise was silent, his usual jovial expression replaced with one of genuine surprise. He looked at Ginny, who smiled warmly, then back at Theo and Luna. "You really want me?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Luna nodded, her expression warm and genuine. "No one else comes to mind but you, Blaise. You've always been there for us, and we know you'll be an amazing godfather."

Blaise blinked, clearly touched. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. "Well," he started, his voice wavering slightly, "I suppose I could find room in my heart for a little one." His attempt at levity couldn't hide the emotion in his eyes.

Big scary boy was shedding a few tears.

Ginny reached over and squeezed his hand, her smile filled with affection. "You'll be great, Blaise."

Theo, sensing the moment's significance, simply nodded. "I…Thank you, Blaise. It means a lot to us."

As the evening wound down, they sat together, the bonds of friendship strengthened by the promise of a new beginning. And for a brief moment, Blaise allowed himself to feel the depth of emotion, grateful for the honor bestowed upon him.

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As her pregnancy progressed into its final weeks, she began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. Her usually effortless grace was replaced with a slow, careful pace, and even her smile, still warm and radiant, was tinged with weariness. Theo, ever vigilant and deeply in love, became more possessive and attentive than ever. 

He hovered around her constantly, his hands frequently resting on her growing belly as if trying to communicate with their unborn child. He would talk softly to her stomach, whispering stories and promises, his voice filled with awe and tenderness. Every movement of the baby was a source of wonder to him, and he would often pause in his conversations just to feel a kick or a shift.

"Theo, I'm fine," she would say, her voice gentle but firm. "You don't have to worry so much."

But Theo couldn't help it. He was captivated by the miracle of life unfolding before his eyes, and the sight of her carrying their child filled him with a sense of purpose and responsibility. He saw his role as her protector, her support, and he took it very seriously.

"I know, love," he would reply, his eyes never leaving her. "But I can't help it. I just want to make sure you and the baby are okay."

Shewould smile and place her hand over his, their fingers intertwining over the curve of her belly. "We are," she'd assure him, and in those moments, the world seemed to stand still, cocooned in their shared anticipation and love.

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"Excuse me, Ma'am, but I couldn't help but notice your breathtaking beauty," Theo said, flashing a charming grin.

She blushed, a little surprised by the sudden attention. "Thank you, I'm Luna. And you are?"

He gently cupped her face and leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a passionate kiss.

"Luna, I've been trying to capture you with my camera, but you're always just out of frame. How about I capture you in another way?"

She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "And what way is that, my love?"

He leaned in, his breath warm on her ear. "In my bed, on my canvas, with my cock inside you."

Her breath hitched, but she held his gaze. "Confident, aren't you?"

"With you? Yes," he replied, his hand brushing hers. "But I promise, I'll make it worth your while."

She bit her lip, considering. "Alright, Sunny. But you'll have to work for it."

Theo grinned, taking her hand. "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Their tongues danced, exploring, tasting. She moaned, her body pressing against his, feeling his hardness against her stomach.

"Your eyes," Theodore."

Her breath hitched. "And your hands... they're an artist's hands. I wonder what they could do."

His gaze darkened, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Would you like to find out, sugar?"

She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "Yes."

They stood facing each other, the tension palpable. Theo reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the shell of her ear, her neck, her collarbone.

"You're beautiful my moon," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to paint you. With my hands, my mouth, my cock."

She gasped, her nipples hardening at his words. "Theo... you're naughty."

He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delved in, exploring, tasting. She moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders. His hands roamed, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, pulling her flush against him.

"Fuck, sugar," he groaned against her mouth. "I need you. Now."

He lifted her, carrying her to the bedroom. He laid her down gently, his eyes never leaving hers. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

"I want you to make love to me," she whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want you to make me come."

He smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "As you wish."

He started at her feet, kissing, licking, his hands massaging her calves, her thighs. He pushed her dress up, his fingers brushing against her panties. She moaned, her hips lifting off the bed.

"Already wet for me, sugar?" Theo murmured, his breath hot against her core.

"Yes," she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Theo chuckled, his fingers hooking into her panties, pulling them off. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out, licking her slit. She cried out, her hands clutching the sheets.

"Fuck, Theo. Yes. More."

He obliged like the good boy that he was, his tongue delving into her, licking, sucking, fucking her with his mouth. She writhed, her moans filling the room. His fingers joined his tongue, curling up, hitting that sweet spot. She came with a cry, her body convulsing, her cunt pulsing.

He looked up, his face glistening with her juices. "Delicious my beautiful pregnant angel," he murmured, licking his lips.

She watched him, her eyes heavy-lidded. "Fuck me, Theo. Please."

He stood, unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving hers. He stripped, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He crawled onto the bed, his body covering hers.

Now, Sunny," she urged, her voice breathless.

He pushed in, his cock sliding into her wet heat. They moaned in unison, their bodies fitting together perfectly. Theo started to move, his hips thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of her.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You feel so good, better every time."

"Harder, Theo," she urged, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck me harder."

He obliged, his hips pistoning, his cock slamming into her. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and cries.

"Oh, Theo," she cried out. "I'm coming. I'm coming again."

He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing, pinching. She came with a scream, her body convulsing, her cunt clamping down on his cock. Theo followed her, his cock pulsing, his body shaking as he came.

He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat. They lay there, their breaths slowly returning to normal. He rolled off her, disposing of the condom before pulling her into his arms.

"That was... intense," she murmured, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.

He chuckled, his hand cupping her breast. "We've only just begun, Luna. I want to paint you in every color, in every sensation. I want to make you come until you can't come anymore."

She smiled, her eyes already filled with desire. "I can't wait."