weasley tent

when your baby, the stan to your stackie, your cupcake, the grumpy lady you love the most asks you to write something for her, you can’t say no.

Originally posted by pixelrey

Adam sighed in exhaustion and pinched the bridge of his nose. He opened his eyes again to take in the scene in front of him. There was a tiny little house; literally the tiniest house he had ever seen in his entire life, and next to the open door, a woman was welcoming him to come inside. Well, not any woman. His longtime girlfriend Raissa, smiled widely as she showed him her new acquisition.

“Are you serious?” He managed to ask after a few minutes in complete silence. “You’re not messing with me?”

“You’ll be surprised!” Raissa squealed in excitement. “This can be Mr. Weasley’s tent.” She reminded him in a matter-of-factly voice. Adam rolled his eyes at the show-off and dork-ish comment.

She had seen the tiny houses before and she always loved them. She had gotten the number of a small company that built these house, and she was not considering to live in one, but more like a prank to him. The house wasn’t very big; if anything, it was just a bit taller than Adam, but for Raissa it was perfect.

She pulled him inside, making sure he wouldn’t hit his forehead with the doorframe and the house seemed even tinier on the inside. Everything was on its place, and it was quite neat, but if Adam could describe it somehow, probably was like the interior of a hobbit-hole but only over the surface.

“Remind me again why did you get this tiny little house?” He asked, trying really hard not to be exasperated. “I mean, just take a look at the second floor, I’ll hit my head all the bloody time, don’t you think?”

“Then be on your knees all the time?” Raissa teased back. “This is gonna be fun! We’re gonna live here, together; test the waters to see if we can actually live together?”

“Raissa, for the love of all that’s holy, I can’t live in this hobbit-hole. I am a freaking ent! You’re the hobbit than can live here!”

“Stop being so bloody grumpy,” the brunette girl wrinkled her nose, “you’re starting to look like Kylo.”

“Oh am I?” He raised his hand and tried to summon her with his powers. Raissa faked that she was being drawn to him and wrapped him in her arms once she got to him. “I love you, half pint.” He smiled fondly as he leaned in to kiss his lover’s forehead. “Even though you got us a matchbox house.”

“I know you do.” She giggled, and got on her tippy toes to gently press her lips on his.


with love for @imaginedaily (as if our friendship could get any more gay than this)