#a writes rarry

[livingincolorsagain]

fic tag game

Post the first line from your first fic on AO3 and the last line from your last fic!

thanks for the tag @thatmexisaurusrex and @bisamwilson 💖 tagging @saryasy @cescalr @writerkenna @sambambucky

from In The Name of Love (ronarry):

The sunlight streamed through the not-closed-properly curtains, falling on the bed where two bodies were lying, intertwined.

from and you touch me (and i'm like) (sambucky):

Bucky’s eyebrows shoot up before he grins wolfishly. “I think we’re about to find out, darlin’.”

[ervotica]

Breathlplay with poly!rafebarry 🥹🥹

warnings; breathplay, choking, manhandling, brief mention of daddy kink, smut, p in v, 18+ ONLY

a/n; i'm so so inlove w rafebarry x spoilt princess reader (I fear they will become my new thing) n this made my heart (and pussy) happy to write! hope you enjoy lovely nonnie & thank u for the request! I apologise for the crappy writing :(

The hand clasped around your throat is a cruel one, an almost bruising grip around the delicate flesh of your windpipe. Rafe's cock drags against your gummy walls, squelching wetly as his hips rut and your hole drools against the trimmed pubic hair above his pelvis. Barry's fingers never loosen around your previously marked throat, blooming in dark spots where the boys have touched you with tongues and teeth.

You wheeze, limp fingers coming up in a half assed attempt to claw Barry away but he only sneers, stopping you short on your mission as he loops both of your hands in one of his larger ones and grouses meanly.

“'m not stopping, so fuckin' quit it.”

The rhythm in which Rafe's fucking into you is a great juxtaposition to Barry's lazy, languid movements; he's enraptured, utterly entranced as he tightens his fingers experimentally to watch your eyes roll; you fall lax against his chest and Rafe locks your flailing leg against the side of his pelvis, scoffing as you blink up at Barry with wide eyes until he takes pity and drags a messy kiss across the curve of your jaw.

"Daddy's girl," he gripes, pinching at the exposed flesh of your inner thigh as Barry's thumb coasts the hollow of your throat, pressing into the dimple beneath your chin until you're panting, nails pushing into the skin of his forearm in a desperate plea for a break.

"Ah- shit. Do that again," Rafe gasps, almost doubling over where he has himself perched back on his heels to watch your cunt part as he bullies his way into your guts. "She gets so tight when you choke her."

He rolls his eyes when you choke and sputter, curling in on yourself, muscles seizing and vision starting to tunnel. You're thumping at Barry's leg with as much force as you can muster, frustrated tears tickling at your waterline as he lets up but ignores your petulant whines, pushing his nose into the column of your throat to sink his teeth into the balmy flesh.

"Hey! That hurts," you warble wetly, but preen nonetheless when he soothes the bite with the pillowy flesh of his lips.

"Brat," Barry twines when you let your head roll onto his lap where you're situated between his thick thighs.

"Can barely keep your eyes open, kid," Rafe drawls, his body folding downward at the hips to smear a wet kiss across the crown of your skull. "Few more minutes 'nd then Barry 'll let you suck his cock, alright, princess?"

"Mmph," comes your garbled response, aching limbs stretching to wrap yourself around Rafe until he's got a lazy hand pressed to the base of your spine and you're lifted upright into his lap, arms thrown haphazardly over his broad shoulders. His cock nudges its way deeper in this new position, mushroom head nestled snugly against your cervix in a way that has you clinging white-knuckled to the taller boy's frame.

You let your head drop and tuck beneath Rafe's chin before you feel a tug and a sharp pull, the harsh motion dragging a soft whine from the base of your throat as Barry digs his chin into the juncture of your neck. Rafe mouths at the exposed skin, planting his feet to piston his hips up into you.

"Tell me how good it feels," he croons. "Tell me how fucked stupid the kook princess is."

He fucks up harder in to the sticky warmth of your pussy when Barry curls his fingers round your column once again and you droop and go soft like putty; Barry is forced to hold the weight of your torso, teeth bared in a grin when Rafe flips your pliable body, settling you neatly with your face in the dark haired boy's lap as he spreads your tired limbs to spear you deeper onto his dick.

"'s good," you slur, all words fucked out of your brain.

"I know, princess," Barry coos. "You just lay still and let country club do the work, yeah?"

[fleursfairies]

i really dont need some extravagant 100k word fanfiction with slow burns and angst

all i need is a small 1k word fic where they are sitting on the floor of their childhood bedroom with dust particles seen through the golden sun shining through the window. i need a first kiss, someone walking in unexpectedly, cracking a joke, then a sweet scene of them saying "about time 💀"

thats really all i ask for

[wolfpants]

In my Ronarry feels again

[oxydiane]

Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.

His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.

But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.

Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?

Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.

Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.

He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?

He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.

Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.

The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.

Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.

Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.

It doesn’t do him good.

He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.

He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.

When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.

Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.

Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.

She understands.

Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.

It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.

But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.

A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.

Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.

He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.

Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.

Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.

It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.

He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.

It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.

His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.

Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.

It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.

He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.

They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.

Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.

He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.

He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.

Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.

Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.

Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.

Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.

He just nods and lets Ron in.

Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.

He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.

He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.

He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.

It must have been his imagination.

Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.

He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.

He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.

He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.

Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.

It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.

He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.

He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Imagine if during the madness of the mess of the death eater wedding, Viktor Krum made an attempt to protect Hermione.

He grabbed her arm, and got yanked into the Apparation.

Now he joined the Horcrux hunt

Please I need so bad

Harry and Ron become a thing and Hermione and Viktor the same

Like Viktor uses his Durmstrang talents to take care of camping and hunting, so that stress is reduced on the trio's back so they can focus on the hunting of the dark artifacts

Ron and Harry share a bed and Hermione and Viktor the same

It's now four against the world, and one is literally trained to fight. So those death eaters get YEETED

Yes, I am now making a fanfic for this.

Yes it'll probs be my first ever post to AO3. Yes I need. Please. Please give me give me Golden Trio with Viktor taking on the world

PIs

Also Viktor 100% just casually accepting the golden trio is very poly like "Oh how wonderful" and totally vibes with Hermione having her moments with Ron and Harry.

COMMUNICATION IS SEXY YALL

Now I got one more thing to ask

[writcraft]

2023 Writing Wrap-Up

Thank you for the tag @wolfpants! This is a short one as I wrote way less in 2023 than I had planned. I did write quite a bit more than I published but those unfinished WIPs that I wanted to get up in December will have to slip into 2024. I have just three fics to share in this round up, coming in at a total of roughly 65,000 words.

The Unplottable Time Conundrum (Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy), 45k, E

When the past starts bleeding into the present at Grimmauld Place, an old academic article pulls Draco Malfoy out of his life of luxury. Haunted by the memory of a fleeting post-war kiss and thrust into the ghostly spaces inhabited by Unspeakable Harry Potter, Draco’s easy life is about to get a whole lot more complicated.

Can't Start a Fire Without a Spark (Harry Potter/Ron Weasley), 8k, E

It’s getting harder to hear about Harry’s casual one-night stands, but Ron can’t work out why. He meets plenty of women, he wants his friend to be happy and it can’t be jealousy, because Ron is straight. Isn’t he?

Luck of the Draw (Harry Potter/Severus Snape), 12k, E

Severus is enjoying the quiet life when his participation in a Ministry raffle forces him to go on a date with Harry Potter. During a weekend filled with drag queens, hiking, a twisted ankle and a dog named Paddington, Severus begins to wonder if the quiet life is really all it’s cracked up to be.

[onlygenxhere]

Being Human

Reggie and Carrie are learning how to be human, together. or Five times Reggie and Carrie were best friends and one time they were more.

Takes place after It's the End of the World as We Know It

[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Hello! 💙 Could you please tell us something about your Rarry WIPs? I'm especially interested in the 3am conversation one. 👀 Thank you!

Thank you for asking! 💜 (Though you might regret it, as this is just angst).

The 3am conversations is pretty much just that, a few conversations I imagine Ron and Harry had in the middle of the night where barriers are down and nothing good happens. It's very much the same vibe as the song Pretty Girls by Renee Rapp (which ever since it came out has made me want to go back and finish this fic, but I keep wanting to write all the things so I haven't gotten around to it yet)

“If I wasn’t with Hermione, I’d totally hook up with you,” Ron says. He’s grinning at Harry like he’s just given him a huge compliment. Like that was the answer Harry wanted when complaining of loneliness. “Don’t,” Harry says. He can’t look at Ron, so he doesn’t. Instead, he directs his gaze up to the starry sky above them. It’s nice, or at least it was supposed to be nice. A weekend getaway with his best friend, a small cabin surrounded by trees. They had gone outside to enjoy the afternoon sun and a few pints to many later the sun was gone. Harry didn’t feel the dark until now though. “I’m not kidding,” Ron says. It makes everything worse, somehow. “Ron, don’t.” Harry closes his eyes against the pain of it. Of having the thing he wants most dangled in front of his face and not being able to grab it. What is he supposed to do with that information? Wish that Hermione wasn’t there, that she didn’t love Ron? That Ron breaks her heart by leaving her? He can’t win this, and that’s fine as long as Ron fucking shuts up. “Mate, it’s a compliment.” “No, it fucking isn’t,” Harry says, surprising himself with the force in the words. He stands from the chair to pace the length of the porch. “Merlin, Ron. You’re not this obtuse. You know.” Ron’s face falls, and Harry isn’t wrong. He does know. Probably said what he did as some sort of messed up way to make Harry feel better. It’s not his fault, really, it’s the truth. But when the truth is ‘If I couldn’t have my first choice, I’d be happy settling for you’ it’s better to just keep silent. “I wasn’t sure,” Ron says, voice almost a whisper. Harry throws his hands up and tries to hold on to the anger. Despite his efforts, it fades as quickly as it came, and Harry uses his hands to rub at his tired eyes. “Well, you’re sure now,” Harry says. “So just – don’t. It just fucking hurts, OK?” “Yeah,” Ron agrees. “Sorry.”

[stonedregulus]

Until You’re In My Arms Again (Remember Me)

by @fuckboyregulus & @greenmegsnoham

Rating: E

Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley

Tags: Canon Compliant, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Trans Ron Weasley, Amnesia, Not the best coping techniques, Harry and Ron don’t know how to deal with feelings, good godfather harry potter, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Eventual Fluff, Requited Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Molly Weasley Bashing, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary: Three years after the Battle at Hogwarts, Ron and Harry are trying to figure out their feelings for each other without ruining their friendship.

Excerpt:

Ron is everything. He’s always been everything. It took Harry a war and almost losing him to realise it, but now he knows. He can’t live without Ron.

Read on AO3

[oxydiane]

Blue Ink

'Padfoot, what do these words mean?' Harry asks, scratching at his arm.

'Those,' Sirius starts, picking up the child from his sitting position on the carpet and letting him get comfortable on his lap. 'Are the first words your soulmate will say to you.'

'Oh,' Harry chews on his bottom lip, staring hard at the letters. 'What does it say?'

'Mhhh, let me see,' he gently wraps his hand around Harry's tiny wrist and pulls to get him to extend his arm. 'Anyone sitting there? You might meet them at Hogwarts after all.'

Harry's eyes light up. 'Hogwarts! Hogwarts!'

'Don't get too excited, it's still a while for you.' Sirius smirks and runs a hand through Harry's hair, messing it up and earning a low whine from the child.

'Padfoot,' Harry calls again, head now resting against Sirius' chest. 'What is a soulmate?'

'What's a soulmate? Ah, good question...' Sirius strokes his chin with one hand, the other still holding Harry. 'I guess, it's like a best friend, but more.'

'A bestest friend?'

He chuckles. 'Sure. It's someone that completes you, that believes in you, that understands you not because it's an innate capability, but because they put in the work. Someone that will stay by your side against all odds, at the end.'

'Innate capa... capa...' The concentration on Harry's face as he attempts to repeat Sirius' words makes him laugh. He boops Harry's nose.

'I guess you'll understand better when you find your own soulmate.'

Harry pouts. 'Did you find your soulmate, Paddy?'

Sirius steals a glance at his own covered arm and smiles.

'Yes.'

'What were your words?'

'Ah, they were–'

Remus' voice interrupts him as he opens the door and makes his way into the room.

'I cannot fucking believe I have to share a room with your gross arse!' He yells, probably only keeping from throwing the pillow covered in dog hair at Sirius' face because he is still holding Harry.

Sirius grins. Yes, that.

A 'yeah, you must have lucked out, smidget' in blue ink stares back at him from where Remus' sleeve rides up his arm.

@wolfstarmicrofic

[greenmegsnoham]

Chapter 4

Ron Weasley/Harry Potter | E | Amnesia Fic WIP

"No one's making you stay! The door's right there!" Harry yells, pointing towards it.

Ron looks about to be sick, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. Then he lets out a growl, his forearm slamming against the wall. The picture frames rattle on their nails, and one falls to the floor, the glass shattering at Harry's feet.

"You said you always would!" Ron bellows. "You said you'd never let me leave again!"

"When did I say that?!" Harry yells back.

"I leave! That's what I'm good at! And you make me stay!"

"Why the hell is that my job? You're an adult! If you want to leave, leave! That's got nothing to do with me!"

"It has everything to do with you!"

-

Read more on AO3

@stonedregulus

[simsim54]

all tattooed rarry just hits different and i desperately need someone to write a long fic about it

[onlygenxhere]

Carrie and Reggie's moodboard

It's the End of the World As We Know It.

[cruelsummer-ficfest]

our second annual fic fest where harry potter meets taylor swift

Note: as of 08/20/23, CSFF is closed (until next time)

The Rules:

The fest will ~formally~ start on May 13th giving you a couple of weeks to ask us questions before things get started.

You send us an ask and give us a ship/pairing (any ship you want! Wolfstar, Jily, Rarry, Jegulus, Hedric, Moonchaser...) we give you a Taylor Swift song to use as inspiration.

What's different about The Eras Tour? We will be celebrating two different Taylor Swift eras at a time. Depending on the time frame you send an ask, the albums you get a song from will vary!

Similar to last time we won't be honoring specific song requests from the era(s) because we know there are some albums/songs that are more popular than others, and we want to give all of Taylor's music a chance to shine!

Your submission can be writing or fanart, feel free to interpret the lyrics of the song as liberally as you'd like!

You can absolutely request multiple songs, but please do not exceed more than two requests per Era.

Your initial request must be posted before you can request a new one.

If you think a song might be too daunting, you can request a specific lyric as inspiration (please put this in your ask as [ship] + lyric)

Tag us in your posts if they're on tumblr so we can reblog them!

If they are on AO3, they can be added to the Cruel Summer 2023 collection.

Posting ends by August 13th (😉), so prompt requests will likely close ~a week prior (more on that as the date approaches).

Have Fun! Be Kind!

The Eras

May 13-May 27: Debut/Midnights (completed)

May 28-June 11: 1989/evermore (completed)

June 12-June 26: Red/Lover (completed)

June 27-July 11: Fearless/reputation (completed)

July 12-July 27: Speak Now/folklore (completed)

July 28-Aug 13: Microfics Mayhem With Us (completed)