— 𝓗𝐎𝐏𝐄.

𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐍. ❛ muggle. born in cardiff. married. mother to one. administrative assistant for an insurance company. ❜ written by #єємѕ

she wishes @intrepidshield_ the most wonderful christmas 🎄☃️

eems.⠀ does someone wanna write General Marcus Acacius for/with me? bc im in need of that man and i wanna make a little lady for him—

@intrepidshield_ “oh, i hate those darned things.” though if it wasn’t for said creature, they would have never met. “why is it that you have to be such a hero, all the time?” she’s only teasing, a playful glint in her eyes. though she never stops worrying about the man.

@ofhvmaneways he gently cups her cheek, brushing his thumb over the bone with a smile of his own on his lips. ㅤㅤ "feisty little boggart."

she always loves watching @intrepidshield_ come home. sitting at the dinner table, food ready on two plates, hope smiles to herself as lyall enters the house.

@ofhvmaneways.

@intrepidshield_ a small sigh slips past her lips as she scans over his features closely before her eyes meet his again. “what did it this time?

@ofhvmaneways "i know you do." he loves how she worries and cares for him, he had never had that before in his life. "yes, it looks worse that it is, just a superficial gash, it will heal on no time."

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ノ. 𓃦 ･ ｡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

@intrepidshield_ “you know i worry about you, regardless.” his job isn’t all just sunshine and rainbows. melting under the kiss, one of her hands gently cup the side of his face. “did you get it checked, at least?”

@ofhvmaneways "evening, beautiful," he responds, his own smile soon disappearing as she notices the gash over his cheek. ㅤㅤ "just a little altercation, nothing to worry about, i'm fine," he reassures her, placing a quick kiss to her cheek once she walks over.

@ofhvmaneways.

@intrepidshield_ “good evening, handsome man.” her smile only grows, though it falters slightly at the sight of a rather awful gash on lyall’s cheek. getting up from the chair she was sat at, she makes her way over to examine the wound. “what happened, darling?”

@ofhvmaneways he loves coming home to her, couldn't ask for anything more perfect. lyall sets his bag down by the door, turning around to see her at the dinner table, an immediate smile tugging at his lips.

@intrepidshield_ tasting it?”

@intrepidshield_ delicious.” But like Lyall had said, she wasn’t just talking about the food. “I believe everything here is.” With a somewhat playful smile, the lady eventually sat back just a tad. “What is your favourite dish, Lyall? What makes your heart always melt upon_

@ofhvmaneways — vowing to cherish her, to love her, until his last breath left his body. She was slowly becoming his world, his home. Some would think it was too soon, but he could sense, she was his future. This night was only the beginning.

Would he perhaps like that lemon ginger cocktail she made him once? It’s refreshing, yet also satisfying for a need of alcohol?

☼ so ( 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ) has a story to tell, hm? she'd love to hear it !

she is so terribly sorry. she’s missed him just as much…

she misses him, always.

eems.⠀ hp muse come back pls 😭💔