#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?"

[wolfpants]

In my Ronarry feels again

[shellxrls]

barry needs to buy a crucifix necklace for the sole person of it dangling in rafe’s face while he fucks him.

[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

[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

[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

[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.

[foreignjello]

“Hagrid,” Ron whinged, his throat constricting, eyes becoming misty because he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t do anything even as his best mate was probably being-

But then Ron spotted a centaur coming their way, and on his back was Harry. Relief instantly flooded Ron as he sprinted towards Harry. 

“Harry!” Ron shouted as he practically threw himself at his best friend, who barely caught him just as he was set down by the centaur.

“I’m fine,” Harry whispered to Ron, before looking up at Hagrid. “The unicorns dead, Hagrid, it’s in that clearing back there.”

I need moots to talk about ronarry, drarry, dron, etc with plsssssssss

[patheticrafeenjoyer]

The stereo's got six cds in it, shuffling through the music at random as the afternoon wears on. Barry can't remember what's loaded in there and considers going to change it, but then Rafe Cameron comes barrelling up to the door like he's trying to bum-rush the trailer, and any thought of music slips his mind immediately.

That is, until they've been sitting on the ratty couches on the covered porch for an hour and Cypress Hill starts playing. Barry hears the song start through the open door and slides his eyes over to Rafe, waiting for the outburst.

Nothing comes. Rafe doesn't care about the music, obviously. He's too busy trying to shove the rolled up bill into his brain like that'll get the coke in there faster.

The chorus kicks in and Barry can't hold back his snickers.

"Fuck's so funny," Rafe snarls, all raised-hackles. His eyes are glassy they way they always get when he's really fucked up, but he'll still always respond to any perceived slight like a cat that just got its tail pulled.

"Not a thing, tough guy." Barry tries to school his face and fails. "Not a damn thing."

Rafe scowls with narrowed eyes but goes limp against the back of the couch and lets himself get lost in his high.

Barry puts the joint back between his lips and inhales deep. He hopes Hits From the Bong comes on soon. Really round out the evening of one-the-nose music.

He lets his own neck go loose and stares at the spot on the ceiling where the woods starting to rot. He'll have to get up there and fix that one of these days.

With Rafe all but collapsed on the couch, the sounds of him cutting line after line and snorting them all have ceased, so it's finally quiet.

Quiet enough that Barry can hear the music playing, crystal clear as the end of the song grows near. "Insane in the membrane, crazy insane, got no brain!"

Rafe's head snaps up, looking to the door of the trailer where the music's coming through and then back to Barry, all of it accusing, finally caught on to the joke and late to it as always. "Hey!"

Barry can't help the big belly-laugh that comes out of him.

"Insane in the membrane, insane in the brain!"

[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.”

[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!"

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@stonedregulus

[onlygenxhere]

I've got a chilly from the new Mariposaport, Maine fic I've set aside to work on something else. The He's and She's are Reggie and Carrie.

“Yes.” He nodded, holding the jacket so he could help her put it on. She hesitated for a moment before turning to slide her bare arms into the sleeves. “Also, it’s really chilly out and we can’t just walk around in the cold like we used to without feeling it.” She turned back around and he reached up to fix the collar were it was standing up. “There, perfect.”

This week’s word is…

✨ CHILL ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[simsim54]

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