FIND ME - GODRIC AND ROWENA
So many nights trying to hide it But now I stay awake just pleading for more To think this heart was divided I’m losing sleep cause I can’t ignore…
AU Godric/Rowena: Present day, but upon meeting begin to remember a past they shared.
“I should be lying next to her. Under the heavy Scottish ground. Only silence, except for the snow and the wind above us. I should have died this day…
Hogwarts is no more my home ; her grave is.”
Then he shouted: I will not let you go away from me, Rowena. Nothing has changed. However the ravine seemed not to hear a word that he said. Your tears came down like a river of the purest water. Thus, we could only hear the grunting of owls. Nothing had been done, no word was uttered no more.
Godric Gryffindor → Richard Madden
Rowena Ravenclaw → Gemma Arterton
Godric Gryffindor → Richard Madden
Rowena Ravenclaw → Gemma Arterton
(sorry for my terrible english)“It’s nothing Ro’…”
Healing spells weren’t his forte and looking at all the blood covering her chest, the ones he remembered would have been just a waste of precious seconds.
“Shh,… it’s nothing, it’s nothing,” he couldn’t stop repeating. “You’re gonna be okay.”
The ground felt soft and cold against her back and Rowena didn’t mind so much the red liquid on her blue dress. She would no longer need it anyway.
“You’re gonna be okay,” Godric whispered again as he brushed hair out of her face.
It was a lie. He have been on enough battlefields to identify a lethal wound and she have read enough medical books to recognize a mortal injury. They both knew it.
“You’re… gonna be okay.” Again.
Lady Ravenclaw smiled softly.
“You always were a terrible liar…”
“How did you come in Ro’?”
“You gave me a key, remember?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Oh right. So, I’m just an… illusion! You should maybe rest more.”
“If you were an illusion, you would be wearing leather gloves. Just leather gloves.”
“Please, keep your pervert fetishism for yourself and your right hand, Godric.”Godric x Rowena | modern a.u
HP FANART (PG-13) + mini drabble: GODRIC x ROWENA
“You would look prettier wearing red.”
It always started this way, with some innocent words from Godric. And it always -well, not always, most of the time- ended up with her pressed against the wall by his lean body.
He was warm, every parts of his body was. She could notice it despite her dress. Maybe it was the famous Gryffindor’s blood running through his veins or the fact that his colours were fire and gold. It felt securing and soft on her cold skin. Rowena loved that: his hot lips and tongue trying to find salvation in her cool mouth, as avid as a man just getting out of the desert and finding a bottle of fresh water. Godric could be the greatest duellist of the age, the perfect man of war… Rowena was the real conqueror.
