#bjornthorsson20

[hufflepuffronstan]

Getting to Know You Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @lynnelupin 💖

Relationship Status: Single

Favourite Colour: I don't have a favourite but I love fresh grass green and peacock blue!

Song Stuck In My Head: It's All Coming Back to Me by Celine Dion

Last Song You Listened Too: Aga Naga composed by A R Rahman

Three Favourite Food Items: Love any good vegetarian food actually. But if I had to choose, it would be noodles -any kind, be it Chinese Schezuan or Italian Spaghetti or Veg Ramen or Chowmein... I could go on and on, honestly 😂

Last Thing You Googled: Lily Evans middle name 😩

Dream Trip: In India, Ladakh has been a dream for years. Also, Thanjavur because I am reading a book called Ponniyin Selvan by Kalki (It's a five-volume book series, now adapted into a two-part movie. Check it out if you're interested in centuries old Indian history, royal schemes and romances.) Anyways, the place is so beautifully portrayed in the books, the characters are so well written, and everything is just brilliant that I want to visit the places described in the books that I fell in love with.

Internationally, there are so many beautiful countries. But I've wanted to visit Ardmore, Ireland ever since I read Nora Robert's Gallaghers series (14-year-old me dreamt of picturesque country roads, abandoned castles, faeries and cliffs rising from the seas) 😋

Tagging @theroomofreq @maraudersftw @acnelli @pottermum @hufflespostsboy @edie-k @bjornthorsson20 @joyseuphoria @startanewdream @sweeethinny @pebblysand @remedialpotions @restandbloom @questions-forthe-marauders @velvethopewrites @thejilyship @ginnyheadcanons @petalstofish @liiilyevans

PS: Tagged and don't want to do this, please ignore and not tagged but want to do this, please do! I'm sorry for either of the cases. 😶‍🌫️

🤍Eyra

[bjornthorsson20]

(Im)Perfect Timing

It was a quiet morning at The Burrow as Harry descended the stairs to start the day. He passed by Ginny’s room to check if she was up, but after knocking twice with no response, he just assumed she was in the bathroom and would meet him downstairs.

He could hear the voices of his two best friends coming from the kitchen. Since becoming an official couple, Ron and Hermione had been spending together as much as they could, constantly disappearing to snag some time alone with one another. And while Harry was more than happy that they had finally got their shit together, there were some unfortunate new developments. The worse of them: the snogging. They always seemed to pick the worst time and place to—

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, you two!” bellowed Harry as he screwed his eyes shut, shielding them with both hands for good measure. Unfortunately, the image of his friends attached at the lips was already imprinted on the inside of his eyelids.

“Bloody hell!” cried Ron, at the same time that Hermione yelled “Harry!” and, as usual, admonished Ron’s selection of words.

“Yeah, good morning to you too,” Harry groaned, his face falling into a grimace. “Is it safe to look now?” He asked, not taking any chances to repeat the scene.

“Y—yeah,” they replied in unison.

From their voices, Harry could picture the pink creeping up on their cheeks from embarrassment. He poked one eye between his fingers, checking for any signs of offending imagery, before lowering his hands and fully opening both eyes, straightening his glasses.

“Well, thanks for that image. I’m sure I’ll be revisiting it in my nightmares,” said Harry with no hint of humour in his tone, though he could see Ron fighting not to burst out on laughter from how hard he was biting his bottom lip.

“W—we didn’t expect you to be up so early, Harry. We made some breakfast and tea if you’re hungry,” Hermione said shyly, in the same nervous tone she used whenever she felt mortified at being caught. Her expression was halfway between a smile and a grimace.

“No, thank you. I’ve lost my appetite by now. If Ginny comes by, please tell her I’m outside,” Harry was turning to leave when he heard Hermione calling him to come back.

He loved them both, he truly did, but their displays of affection did nothing but gross him out. It almost felt like they’d deliberately chose to do it whenever he was around…

Every sodding day. Every—

Harry stopped short as all the pieces started to fall into place. And when Ron’s voice broke through his train of thought, it did nothing but confirm all of his suspicions.

“Did you see how uncomfortable he looked?” Ron said through his laughter.

“Ron! Quieter!” admonished Hermione, though Harry could hear she too found the whole thing hilarious. “But yes, it was very, very funny.”

As the laughter went on, Harry resumed his walking, already planning on how best to deal with them.

Voldemort didn’t kill them, but I will.

[bjornthorsson20]

Heeeeeeeey I know this one lol

We love Bjorn's take on Romione at Bill and Fleur's wedding!

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Artist: bjornthorsson20

Selected trope: DH Missing Moment (Dancing at Bill's wedding)

Brief Summary: Ron and Hermione are dancing, and Ron notices Krum watching them from afar, as Ron proceeds to smirk at him triumphantly.

[prettyflores]

Get to know meme

Tagged by: @theclockworkmonk

Rules: tag nine people you want to know better

Three ships: clearly Hinny, Jim and Pam and Jake and Amy

Last song: Chiquitita by Abba (sorry not sorry)

Last movie: Birdman (Edward Norton I love you)

Currently reading: El cadaver exquisito (to be honest though, haven read it in a week but I’ll get back to it soon)

Currently watching: Modern family and waiting for The crown’s season 5

Currently consuming: Nothing 🥲

Currently craving: A chocolate cookie and a goon nap

Tagging:

@norakelly @gobstoneswithhector @pebblysand @bjornthorsson20 @ginnypxtter

[mertronus]

I was thinking about posting this after I wrote it, but then i was actually THREATENED (not really but yeah really) by @bjornthorsson20 no less... Humph. You get your wish (demand?) sir.

I give you, this lil ficlet born of random conversations that have nothing to do with Romione and yet still somehow come back to Romione:

Muggle Magic

"Ron? Are you ready to go?" Hermione bustled around their sitting room, anxious to get to Kings Cross Station for their kids.

Ron was anxious too, but also slow.

"I'm ready," he said as he finally sauntered into the sitting room. "We have plenty of time love. Train probably hasn't even cleared Nottingham yet."

"I want to be there when it pulls in!" As she grabbed her purse, her muggle cell phone rang from somewhere inside. Ron was still getting used to the thing, and jumped when it rang.

Hermione glanced at her watch and rolled her eyes. "It's Ginny. We'll see her in 2 minutes."

Perplexed, Ron asked, "did she tell you she would call at a certain time?"

Hermione glanced at Ron through the mirror in the foyer where she was adjusting her hair. "No, why?"

"So how'd you know she was calling if you didn't look at your phone?"

"I looked at my watch."

"But... Watches tell time. Not who's calling."

Hermione laughed. "Oh! I never showed you, did I? Mum got a new apple watch so she gave me her old one! It syncs up to your phone and you can see who's calling or texting!" While she was explaining she held up her wrist to show Ron the strange looking watch adorning it. It had no numbers or hands, just a plain black face. But when she tapped it, the screen lit up and showed the time in analog form.

Hermione turned to the floo and grabbed the powder. But when she turned to Ron he was simply staring at her.

"What?"

"That's barmy!!!"

"What's barmy Ron?"

"You're telling me, that watch can tell you who's calling on your phone? Next you're going to tell me you can answer on it too!"

"Actually," she said slowly, "I can. Now can we go before Ginny calls again? At least then I'll be able to show you."

"What sorcery is this?!" He muttered as he reached one hand for the floo powder and the other for Hermione. "Muggles have their own sort of magic... King's Cross!"

[chudleycanonficfest]

Read participating stories on AO3

Week 1:

Air (Romione, side Hinny) by @zurisenchantedquill

Stay, Stay, Stay (Hinny) by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

The Soul Truth (Romione) by @honouraryweasley12

The Greenhouse (Neville/Hannah) by zurisenchantedquill

A Million Possibilities (Molly/Arthur) by honouraryweasley12

Stars in the Night Sky (Jily) by @adenei

One Last Dance (Jily) by @be11atrixthestrange

Safe in Your Arms (Romione) by @whenihaveyouromione / @rafa-rafaelx

For Good (Harry & Ron) by @accio-broom

Thinking About You as I March On (Romione) by @bjornthorsson20

Hide and Seek (Tedoire) by adenei

Five Lies (Romione) by be11atrixthestrange

Rewrite the Stars (Romione) by adenei

End Credits (Jily) by @zephyrcove

Week 2

t-shirt (Romione) by accio-broom

Lover (Ron/Lavender with hints of Romione) by adenei

Took Far Longer then it Should’ve (Romione) by @candy-man91

Make a Move (Frank/Alice) by adenei

Sword & Shield (Romione) by accio-broom

The Switch (George/Angelina) by adenei

you belong with me (Molly/Arthur) by accio-broom

Absolutely Ridiculous (Romione) by @sp0okynerd

Just One Night (Ron & Ginny with side Romione) by rafa-rafaelx / whenihaveyouromione

the big spoon (Hinny) by accio-broom

I can’t imagine my life without you (Romione) by @cheesyficwriter

Quiet (Molly/Arthur) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

Stop Thinking (Romione) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

all of the stars (Neville/Hannah) by accio-broom

Week Three

Worth Fighting For (Romione) by cheesyficwriter

Showstopper (Jily) by @mina-roman

Summer Nights (Weasley Family) by zurisenchantedquill

Heart-Shaped Wreckage (Romione) by adenei

Liquid Courage (Romione) by mina-roman

More or Less (Trio friendship with implied Hinny & Romione) by @bavalon18

Hopelessly (Romione) by mina-roman

Sorry, they're maroon (Harry & Ron) by HeavenSoul

Family Tradition (Weasley family) by bavalon18

Flooded (Jily) by voldemorts-tap-shoes

Dorkus Maximus (Hinny) by honouraryweasley12

Just The Girl (Scorose) by adenei

Dittany (Neville/Hannah) by @floreatcastellumposts

Nerves (Hinny) by @velvethopewrites

Week Four

Nobody Compares (Romione) by @arianatwycross

Washing Machine Heart (Hinny) by @rosequartzstarswrites

Wipeout (Dean & Seamus) by adenei

the hippogriffs and the flobberworms (Arthur & Ron) by accio-broom

I Love Wine (Romione) by be11atrixthestrange

Cold Feet (Bill/Fleur) by adenei

Vino (Hinny) by @thedistantdusk

More Like Family (Ron & Harry) by cheesyficwriter

The Greatest Chapter (Hinny) by cheesyficwriter

young dumb thrills (Gryffindor friends) by accio-broom

Fluffy Town (Dean & Seamus bromance) by Adenei

Untitled (Hinny) by @booksforevermore13

The Argument (Gen Weasley) by floreatcastellumposts

Four Little Sips (General) by John McHacker

Week Five

In Vino Veritas (Harry & Molly) by floreatcastellumposts

The Masterstroke (Romione) by @maggotsstuff

Don’t run, please (Romione) by @blimeypeople

Nocturne Op. 9 No. 2 (Hinny) by @whizzfizz

Late Night in the Library (Romione) by sp0okynerd

Dancing Around You (Jily) by Adenei

Dancing (Romione) by honouraryweasley12

The Castle of Agony (Romione) by @ahankar1610

[be11atrixthestrange]

Tagged by @accio-broom

Three Ships

Ron/Hermione (Harry Potter)

June/Nick (The Handmaid’s Tale)

Katniss/Peeta (The Hunger Games)

Last Song

Origin of Love, Mika

Last Movie

Legally Blonde

Currently Watching

Lucifer and Supernatural

Tagging:

@trademarkblue @bjornthorsson20 @mertronus @blimeypeople @myargalargan

[mertronus]

@bjornthorsson20 they've been reading our chat... 🤣🤣🤣

themes commonly found in international friendships

- ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’ - ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’ - alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again - ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’ - weird slang terms - ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’ - vague embarrassment regarding ur accent - ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’ - ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’ - no real hugs :(( - suffering - fahrenheit vs celsius - the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably

[bjornthorsson20]

A songfic in lyrical form I just had the urge to write after listening to this on repeat the whole day haha hope you like it, I'll see if I come up with a full on one shot of this storyline sometime hopefully soon ^^

You All Along

It didn't work out with my lady

We never could get along

One to another retorting

Thinking the other was always wrong

So instead of sitting there sweeping

I checked the paper instead

And written right there all solemn

A tempting offer that read

If you miss feeling that ardor

While drinking some fine champagne

If you want a night to be vulgar

And no longer have to feign

If you enjoy watching a pretty sight

That has your mouth hang agape

Then I'm the one knocking at the door

Answer me and escape

Wanted to forget my lady

And this one was definitely keen

Sounded nothing like my lady

Who always came off all prudish and pristine

So I replied on the paper

And poured all the heart that I had

And never the greatest poet

But still meant all that was said

Yes, I miss feeling that ardor

And not dwell on this pain 

I'm not at all into being prude

And I'll share that champagne

I wanna get to meet you very soon

And something about a red tape

Somewhere in Diagon Alley

Where we both can escape

I waited there as if to elope

And she waltzed in with grace

I knew that smile in an instant

I knew the curve of her face

It was my own brilliant lady

And she said, "I knew it was you"

Then we laughed for a moment

And I said, "Well, I never knew"

"That you missed feeling that ardor

And drinking some damn fine champagne

And pouring all your emotions

While snogging me in the rain

If you enjoy watching the pretty sights

That will have your mouth agape

You're the lady I'm living for

Come with me and escape"

[romione-trope-fest]

Romione Trope Fest - 2022 Masterlist

Sixth Year AU:

Ron x Hermione by @adenei and @accio-writes

I Want To by CandyMan91

The Flower Arrangement by @accio-writes

A Wizard in Heat by CandyMan91

An Otter Kind of Moment by @imnotfunnysblog

The Boathouse by @zurisenchantedquill

Ron Weasley and the Half-Blood Prince by @edie-k

No, Not You by @reallybeth9

Birds, Friends, and Lovers by @mertronus

Stuck Together:

Cuffed by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Prefect Mediation by @adenei

Something to Look Forward To by goldilockss

Stuck in the Castle by @cheesyficwriter

A Very Pasteful Plan by @cheesyficwriter

Fuck or Die:

The Flower Arrangement by @accio-writes

A Wizard in Heat by CandyMan91

The Games by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Shag, Marry, Kill by @adenei

Choices by johnmchacker

Night Howlers by @mertronus

Treasure by @reallybeth9

Fake Dating

Just Friends by @adenei

Blindsided by @honouraryweasley12

Hypothesis by @zurisenchantedquill

I Solemnly Swear by @cheesyficwriter

I Want You Back by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Not a Last Resort by @mina-roman

DH Missing Moment

Map To Forgiveness by CandyMan91

Cardigan by @wormicus-basilicus-del-mondo

Rambunctious Ramblings by @dot-adsty

Stay by @adenei

Run by @accio-writes

Pivot by @honouraryweasley12

Drive by @voldemorts-tap-shoes

Waiting Here With You by @cowahbull

Lovely by @cheesyficwriter

The Taste of Your Lips by @firethecanonsfanfiction

Closer by @reallybeth9

Anywhere With You by @imsoromione

The Harsh Reality by @mertronus

Dancing at Bill & Fleur's Wedding by @bjornthorsson20

Second Kiss

It Only Takes One Kiss by @firethecanonsfanfiction

On Purpose (Art) by @am2c

My Turn by @honouraryweasley12

Missing in Action by @cheesyficwriter

Convincing by @reallybeth9

Just Us by @mertronus

A Weight Off My Chest by @edie-k

Kiss Each Other Clean by @constitutionalweasleymonarchy

Today is Not Real by @sp0okynerd

Bedknobs and Breadcrusts by @cowahbull

Only the Beginning by @adenei

Four Second Kisses by @accio-writes

Marriage Law

Shag, Marry, Kill by @adenei

[mertronus]

2021 YEAR IN REVIEW: FANFIC WRITER EDITION

Again, @bluegreenandpurple made me do it! But actually, as 2021 was my first year writing/publishing, I'm excited to do this!

BEHIND THE NUMBERS:

words written: Way more than 334999

words published (AO3): 334999

# of published one-shots: 22 including drabbles and my 6th year AU series of one-shots

# of completed multi-chaps: 5

# of fics in progress: 3

# of ongoing multi-chaps: 3

# of fic ideas waiting their turn: pssshhh....way too many!

longest work: Definitely Mine - 139508 words and counting

shortest work: Neville & The Golden Trio at 748 words

most chapters in a fic: Mine (35 and counting)

highest # of kudos: Mine (392)

highest # of hits: Mine (17232)

top 3 fics by kudos: Mine (392) Just One Drink (154) Just Think What If and Brown Eyes & Spice are tied (122)

top 3 fics by hits: Mine (17232) The Pureblood Knight (4232) Just One Drink (4018)

most challenging fic to write: I have to say that one of my current WIPs Brown Eyes & Spice is giving me a run for my money! It started off so strong that I feel the pressure as a writer to keep it at that level and not disappoint.

fic that came easiest to write: I think Just One Drink

most true-to-the-outline fic: Secret Mission

most unlike-its-outline fic: The Pureblood Knight totally veered off to a hard left lmao! But it turned out great

favorite reader freak-out: I live and write for @bjornthorsson20's comments, whether written or (my personal favorite) audio

I also love when @bluegreenandpurple leaves crazy comments while beta-ing, and @wingardiumromione @reallybeth9 and a few others leave the best love

most controversial scene: (Mine spoiler alert) For some reason Ron leaving in Mine seemed to turn a lot of heads! Many thought he wouldn't leave but...yeah.

hottest ask box topic of the year: I really haven't indulged in the ask box much

most loved OC: Dave...always Dave

most hated OC: Everyone hates Dave

favorite villain to write: Okay, I love writing Lavender Brown as the villain. But sometimes she's the bestie too...gotta love a versatile character!

favorite character to write: Ronald Bilius "The King" "Arm Candy" Weasley. Hands down.

most i’ve cried while writing a scene: OMG I absolutely BAWLED while writing a scene of A Little Witch!!! Like had to keep stopping to wipe my tears. Also, there's an upcoming scene of Mine that I've written through tears.

most i’ve laughed while writing a scene: The entirety of Stoned and Car-May-Suit? ...like laughed to tears while writing both!

smuttiest smut scene: Oooohhh... I think Just One Drink wins that one. But Weasley Is MY King is close too.

favorite kiss i wrote: Their first kiss in Mine ❤

hardest trope/thing to write: I find writing fight/action scenes hard...

easiest trope/thing to write: really anything where the cinnamon puffs are acting like idiots in love lol

proudest fic moment: I mean anything I post a new chapter/fic and get love I feel pretty damn proud.

any fic regrets? no not really...maybe starting 2 WIPS right when life hit the fan but other than that, nah

2021 fic habits to break: starting fics and then not finishing/posting them. I have so many started fics in my google drive y'all!! It's so unfair.

2022 fic habits to make: Make more time for myself and thus for writing. It's hard, since this hobby doesn't pay the bills, but it pays in so much more!

I really don't know who to tag... so I'll just toss up a few names! @reallybeth9 @mina-roman @dotadsty @accio-broom @be11atrixthestrange

[cheesyficwriter]

I wholeheartedly agree with this post! The fanfic community is 100% better with these awesome cheesereaders of mine, who write spectacular fics of their own 🧀💜 thanks for always inspiring me to be a better writer and friend!

@accio-broom @adenei @be11atrixthestrange @voldemorts-tap-shoes @romioneb @bjornthorsson20

I want to write more and post more, but everytime I do and just get like 4 comments or 50 kudos on the posted fic, I just spiral down in demotivation. I know the statistics don't say anything but I just can't help it. I suffer from ADHD so blocking out that dopamine reward boost is really hard for me. I still write tho. I keep posting, but after seeing the responses I get demotivated, then I get motivated again by coming up with a new WIP and hope that one will hit better, but it doesn't, rinse and repeat. I just wish I could REALLY write for myself and not constantly feel like I'm not good enough and not constantly seek out the validation for my work from simple kudos and comments.

I also need rewards to keep me doing a task, and when it comes to fics I've found my own best method is finding different rewards.

Comments and kudos depend on the actions of others. You have no control over those actions, and there's no way to predict them. They can't be depended upon. Not to mention, there's also the problem where, over time, you need more and more comments and kudos in order to get the same impact you used to get from less.

Some rewards that have worked for me are:

having cheer readers (people who read my fic before I post it and give me the loving commentary I'm looking for)

writing with a co-author so that I have constant feedback on my own writing and someone else to get me past a hurdle if I find myself stuck

tracking different statistics that also make the numbers part of my brain light up. Things like word count or chapter count or days in a row spent writing. Those are all numbers that I can control, and not someone else.

having scenes in mind for later in my story and waiting to write them until I get to that point. If I write all of the fun stuff up front, I know I'll never write the rest.

What about the rest of you? Do you have goals that you aim for? How do you deal with demotivation?

[chudleycanonficfest]

Day 5, Story #2 is by @bjornthorsson20

Title: Thinking About You as I March On  Author/Artist: bjornthorsson20  Pairing: Ron x Hermione Prompt: Songfic (Some Nights by Fun.)  Rating: M Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Panic Attacks / Trauma/ Nightmares about Traumatic Events / Suicide Ideation 

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Hermione, 

  This is the last letter I’ll be sending you. By the time you receive it and read through it, I’ll be either returning home to your waiting embrace or I’ll be dead, with news of it reaching you through one of my superiors. 

  I haven’t slept more than an hour at most for a week now. The night terrors get to me, and I can’t force myself to try dozing off again. Even when I do manage to sleep, the nightmares just get worse. I started having to daydream about you to maintain my sanity. Food and water have become scarce, and I’m sure I’ve lost an unhealthy amount of weight at this point. 

  Thankfully, all of us are still alive so far. Harry has been the one to snap me out of my sleep terrors and vice versa. I overheard him crying one night while writing Ginny a letter. We were afraid we were losing Seamus for a moment some days ago when he started snapping at everyone and going off about how we were all doomed, but Dean managed to talk him out of it while Harry comforted Neville, who started sobbing, saying he wasn’t ever gonna see Hannah again. I had to step away. It became too much. 

  Thinking about you has kept me going. Every moment I contemplated giving it all up, I thought about you, crying yourself to sleep every night as I know you do, unsure if your husband is coming back home alive and well and all in one piece. I thought about how perfect you looked in your wedding dress. I thought about the kiss we shared that day and how it meant the start of the rest of our lives together, and all the little kisses, touches and caresses that happened later in the evening. The moment we became one, and moved in sync with one another; the way you clung to me afterwards like you wouldn’t let me go, and the way you cried until you no longer had any tears to shed, knowing what was going to happen to me soon. The confessions of love we traded before drifting off to sleep, and every unspoken promise in between. 

  I’ve spent most days just staring at your picture in the locket you gave me that belonged to your grandma. Seeing your unwavering smile never fails to make me cry. I miss Mum, Dad, Ginny, everyone, but above all, I miss you. I miss your laugh, I miss your voice, I miss the feel of your hands, your lips, your cheeks nuzzling mine, your hair, and how I love it, even though you hate it. I miss feeling all of you. I- Sorry, I had to stop writing for a moment there before I stained the letter. 

  We’ve shared so much already, and I hope with all I have that fate is on my side and I’ll get to share so much more of me with you soon. I love you, Hermione Granger, more than I could ever love someone else. I’ve loved you since the day you came into my life, since the first time you drove me crazy, because it was then I decided that I wanted you as my wife, my woman, my partner for life, and the mother of my children. 

  After you’re done with this letter, look up and out the window of our living room. And if everything goes well, I want you to come running outside. I love you. You’re always with me, and I hope to always be with you. 

  Your Ron. 

  With tears streaming down her face, Hermione looked up and out the window immediately and her heart stopped in her chest. Standing up so quickly knocking the chair down, she opened the door and ran outside, into his open arms as they held one another tightly, sobbing into each other’s shoulders. Hermione couldn’t stop repeating “you’re back”, as if reassuring herself it wasn’t all just a dream, with Ron repeating her words back to her. 

  They pulled back to look at one another, both cupping the other’s face. Though Hermione instantly noticed the heavy bags under his eyes, he looked much better than what she was expecting after his letter, but the loss to his bulky physique was still apparent, even through his clothing. 

  They shared one long, passionate kiss to remind themselves of the indescribable feeling before Hermione pulled away, looking at him in an odd way he couldn’t quite place. As her expression slowly morphed into a shy smile, she gingerly grabbed his hand, bringing it to rest on her belly. Ron was confused for a moment, looking back at Hermione. When he saw the way she started tearing up, he understood. 

  Unable to find an appropriate response at the moment, his face broke into the widest grin imaginable, as he too began to cry. Hugging his wife tight, almost lifting her off the ground, Ron couldn’t believe his luck. 

  A lot had been lost, and many lives who fought alongside him were unfairly taken too soon. But while Ron had witnessed death, so too had he witnessed new life. And Ron wasn’t going to take his own life for granted anymore. For all the friends he lost, for all the people who came out of it alive with him, for all the people who had been waiting and worrying for him every single day and night, for his family, for his wife, for his unborn child, but most importantly, for himself. Ron Weasley was marching on. 

He was now home. And he wasn’t leaving ever again.

[bjornthorsson20]

As Long as You're by My Side

Ron Weasley was absolutely not having the evening he had planned — why did that sound familiar? He was currently stuck at a party where he didn't feel comfortable at all, and so bored that his brain had turned to mud. He was sitting alone at a table on the back, far away from everyone, sipping on some whiskey — a drink that didn't taste nearly as good as regular firewhiskey.

The suit Hermione had picked for him was starting to feel three sizes too small and he was pretty sure his tie was literally trying to strangle him. He was still assessing his surroundings, pondering how he could sneak out the back, taking Hermione with him so they could go back home and have some actual fun for tonight.

He had strategically positioned himself so she was in his line of sight at all times. At that moment, her back was facing him as she engaged in conversation with people who Ron guessed to be some aunt and uncle. He was content just staying in his corner, silently watching her from the distance. Nobody was paying him any mind, anyway. In fact, he was pretty sure they weren’t even aware of his existence. He could probably dress up in a panda costume or in a bathrobe and stroll around, and they wouldn’t bat an eye. Or maybe a banana costume; or a cowboy; or an astron-

He snapped himself out of his ramblings before he got carried away and started seriously considering following through with it. Instead, his eyes focused again on Hermione, who was now struggling to stop the reason they were here tonight from pulling her hair out.

Rose Granger-Weasley was six months old, having been born August of last year, on the 25th. The day she came into this world had been simultaneously the most nerve-wracking and rewarding one of his life. He chuckled, remembering the way Hermione kept apologizing for all the foul things she had said to him during the whole process and for almost breaking his hand. She had felt awful, even when he’d assured her multiple times that it was just fine, and he’d gladly take a broken hand if it’d mean having that perfect little bundle of ginger hair and pale skin nestled in his arms. When Rose opened her eyes for the first time, and he saw how beautiful they were — the most beautiful he’d ever seen — and how they were the same color as her mother’s, a tear trailed down his cheek. And when she finally looked at him and let out a little toothless smile, he couldn’t stop the overflowing joy that coursed through his body, making him hold her gently closer as he let the tears fall freely, all the while Hermione watched them both with her own watery smile.

Soon after, he’d had to hand Rose over to the rest of the family that were fighting for an armful of the Weasley girl. Mum had been the biggest emotional mess — to no one’s surprise — bawling everytime she looked at the baby. Dad and all of his brothers had congratulated him with several pats on the back of varying force.

“This time I’ll surely be the favorite uncle,” George told him, and at the mention of the word “uncle”, Ron’s thoughts immediately went to Fred. He could see in his brother’s eyes that he was thinking the same, but they both found comfort knowing that, if Fred was watching them, he was probably having a laugh at Ron’s new fatherhood situation, thinking he was a fool for settling down. The git.

Harry and Ginny had brought James and Albus with them, James instantly liking the newborn, with Rose’s response being to grab his hair and not let go of it until Ginny intervened; Ron had to suppress a chuckle. Good girl, Rosie. Like father, like daughter.

Once the new family had gone home, George happily let Ron take an extended leave for as long as he deemed suitable, so he could focus on the newborn. The shop was doing better than ever thanks to Ron’s business tactics and George’s renewed sense of creativity for all sorts of products. But thanks to Lee’s and Verity’s help, Ron could step away for some time without issue.

Over the next couple of months, many friends came to see little Rosie and congratulate them on this next chapter of their lives. Then, one day Hermione received a call from one of her cousins, inviting her to her wedding. Hermione had tried to explain to her that with the new baby girl she would be too busy to attend, but it had backfired when her cousin let out a screech of excitement — that sounded very much like a hippogriff on fire, Ron thought — saying that Hermione had to bring the girl so the family could meet her.

And that was how they got themselves into a muggle wedding reception. Hermione had been happily catching up with all of the relatives she hadn’t seen since the pre-Hogwarts days, letting them fawn over their lovely baby girl. If this had been years ago, Ron would be terrified to be in the muggle world, afraid of being just one step away from screwing everything up by saying the wrong thing. But, after years of Auror missions and visits to his in-laws, he just found himself disinterested with everything, hoping that Hermione would come soon to tell him they could go home.

Finishing his drink, he saw Hermione turn to him and give him a tired smile, as the people she was talking to turned as well and left. He stood up, striding over to her in three long steps, before taking Rose from her arms and giving her a kiss on the temple.

“Shall we go?” he asked, already sensing that she was as sick of this whole thing as he was.

She bit her lip nervously, glancing over to the newlyweds’ table. “I told her we would stay until the cake was served,” she half-whispered, stifling a yawn as her face fell into a grimace, perhaps thinking he would be mad at her for prolonging their stay here.

Ron silently looked at her and their daughter, and he couldn’t help but smile in that silly way he did whenever he was overwhelmed with love for them.

“Hermione, as long as you’re by my side, both of you, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I’ve told you, as much as I may be content just by myself, it’s only when I’m with you that I am truly happy. With you I feel loved.”

Hermione’s bottom lip quivered, as she quickly hugged her husband, hiding her face on his shoulder. “There are no words to describe you, Ron Weasley,” she sobbed.

“I could say the same, love. Have I ever told you that I love you?”

“Only about a million times already,” she chuckled.

“Well, make it a million and one, then,” he said, knowing how much she loved when he found a way to tell her that in an indirect way.

“I love you too. Both of you,” she tightened her hold on him as she spoke.

They stood there, holding each other close. Ron realised in that very moment, that no matter where he went, he didn’t care if he didn’t feel welcomed. He would be happy as long as the two people he loved the most would be right there with him. Always.

[bjornthorsson20]

The Boy Who Lived (In the Closet)

Sigh.

That one fleeting sound broke through Harry’s concentration on his essay. Looking up, he saw his bushy-haired friend leaning on the table across from him, her head resting in her hand, glancing at something from afar. Following her line of sight, his eyes landed on his other best friend, the ginger boy who also happened to be the object of the witch’s affections.

Harry was aware of how these two started to develop some feelings towards each other beyond their friendship a while back, a perception shared by many of their housemates, but one that the two of them were somehow still oblivious to. Harry had to admit that he could be pretty oblivious to things around him most of the time, but they were not even trying to be subtle most of the time. Their mutual pining while running in circles around each other was beginning to irk Harry to no end.

He decided he had enough. If they weren’t going to make a move, he would. With that goal in mind, he cleared his throat, instantly bringing Hermione’s attention to him. She gave him a half-hearted smile, setting her hands on the table and pretending to concentrate on her book.

“Hermione.”

“Y-yes?” she squeaked, smiling so wide Harry felt his cheeks hurt just looking at her.

“Look, if you’re going to simply stare longingly at Ron without doing something about it, I’m afraid I’ll have to step in,” said Harry in an unusually stern tone. He hoped what he was about to say would work.

Her voice became shrill as she vehemently tried to deny her blatant ogling. “I’m sorry? W-what do you mean? I-I was not star-”

Harry cut her off with a snort. “Oh please. The truth is written all over your face. Now, you either go up to him right now and spill your heart out, or I will claim him for myself.”

Hermione’s eyes became the size of saucers as her mouth hung open. She sputtered, stuttering something incomprehensible before getting her words out. “W-what do you mean? I-I-I, you can’t be serious, no…”

“You heard me. If you won’t kiss him, I will do it myself. I’ve always wondered what his lips taste like. Probably like Chocolate Frogs and roast.” Harry was trying really hard not to laugh. However, judging by the fierceness in her eyes at his words, Hermione found it anything but amusing.

“Harry James Potter, you wouldn’t,” said Hermione in a low threatening voice.

Harry wasn’t backing down, though.

Raising one eyebrow as a challenge, he looked at Ron, intending on calling for him. As soon as he opened his mouth, Hermione leaned forward suddenly, clamping her hand over his mouth. “Okay, okay!” she groaned, getting up and walking towards Ron, as Harry grinned deviously at her back as she walked away. He saw her whisper something in Ron’s ear, which made his face grow red as his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and the next moment she was tugging on his hand as she pulled him out of the common room.

Harry smiled, triumphant in being the one to get the lovebirds together at last. He just hoped that no rumours would start circulating the hallways about him being interested in Ron, but he knew Hermione wouldn’t be one to say anything anyway.

After all, there was no way he was attracted to his best friend. Not at all.

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Sometime later in the evening, his two friends returned to the common room hand in hand with goofy grins on their faces. He watched as Hermione said something to Ron, before giving him a quick peck on the lips and climbing the girls' staircase.

Ron stood there for a moment, watching her retreating figure, before his eyes turned to Harry and he gave him the biggest smile he had ever seen from Ron. He hurried over to where Harry was still seated on the table, a spring in his step, his body language something akin to a kid excited for Christmas.

“Mate, I can’t thank you enough! Hermione told me you gave her the nudge needed to make the first move, and I’m bloody grateful you did, because I don’t think I would’ve had the nerve to if it was me,” he chuckled with a sheepish grin, shrugging, before his expression turned serious. “About what you told her, uh, look, I don’t want things between me and Hermione to make you feel weird or anything. I know I’m irresistible, mate, but don’t go pining over me, yeah? I’m clearly taken.” He smiled lopsidedly at his own joke and then went serious again. “But… I still love you,” he finished with an awkward grin, grasping Harry’s shoulder.

For some reason, Ron’s touch caused a strange feeling to course through Harry, and the firmness with which Ron was gripping him made his shoulder tingle in an unusual way. He also felt Ron was just a bit too close to him, and for a moment, Harry had the irrational urge to lean in closer. The way he towered over him in his current position also contributed to this pleasant yet foreign sensation.

Wondering why his throat felt suddenly dry, Harry gulped. “I-It’s okay, mate, d-don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be okay, and no, I won’t feel weird seeing you and Hermione together. I’m really happy actually, it’s brilliant. And I-I love you too.” He hoped Ron wouldn’t question his sudden nervousness, as not even he knew what was happening to him.

Thankfully, Ron simply smiled and patted his shoulder, thanking him one last time before heading to the boys' staircase. Harry couldn’t help but notice the swing of his hips as he walked, and he had to admit it was quite…

No, he was most definitely not attracted to his best friend.

[mertronus]

@bjornthorsson20 wrote this continuation of my latest chapter of Just Think What If entitled "This Ends Now"!!! Read This Ends Now, then read "Let's Agree We Were Both Daft, because he conitnues the evening PERFECTLY!!!

Let's Agree We were Both Daft

Let’s Agree We Were Both Daft by BjornThorsson

A little what-if moment from 6th year, where Ron and Hermione sort stuff out.

Words: 1124, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Era, Hogwarts Sixth Year, What-If, Angst and Humor

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33397684