#brotp rarry

[babypizzaface]

Canon.

*ron and harry arguing*

Harry: *takes off glasses* I don't want to see you right now

Ron: ??

[drarrargh]

wdym ron doesn’t serenade harry with abba to cheer him up, it’s literally canon? :)

[sitp-recs]

Dronarry Fest - 5 fics I loved

Finally done with my @dronarryfest marathon and oh boy, what a ride it was! Lots of brilliant characterization, excellent UST, top gardening aesthetics, possessive sharing galore, mouth watering smut - 20 tasty gems across different tropes and genres! I’m beyond impressed with the fest’s quality, found some instant favorites that will certainly feature in my end of the year wrap up list, and am very excited to share them below with you. I can’t wait for reveals so I can properly shower these authors with love. We still have a couple days before it so go feast and make sure to leave kudos + comments at your heart’s content. You can (and should!) read the full catalogue here. Enjoy!

🤐 All the good things and the bad things that may be by @maesterchill (M, 5.7k) - hilarious and sweet, truth serum confessions, hung!Ron cause that’s the gospel truth, pre Dronarry and a phenomenal Draco making an appearance at the end. This is your obligatory no-angst pit stop to make your Monday better!

The one where Harry and Ron are forced to talk to each other loudly and honestly about their sex lives for The Greater Good. Or at least for the thwarting of evil.

🧪 Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic (M, 10k) - VEELA Ron!!!!! That’s all, that’s why you should go read this right away. And also for this delicious established Drarry, protective/possessive Ron, competent Healer Draco, hurt Harry being loved and cared for as he deserves, and a sexy get together so full of tenderness and understanding👌🏼

Ron's never had a place to really call his own, so when the deeds to an ancient magical house in Bulgaria appear in his Gringotts vault, he ropes in his Curse-Breaker best friend (and his Curse-Breaker best friend's Field Healer boyfriend) to come and check the place out with him. What he doesn't expect is wanton destruction, a Veela transformation, and the need for some serious conversations between friends. And whoever said Draco Malfoy was bad at sharing?!

🌸 Trillium by @wolfpants (E, 13k) - gardener Harry owns my heart! I immediately fell in love with this sweet pining Ron lusting after sneaky boyfriends Drarry; lots of ogling and dancing around each other with tender brOTP moments and the softest cottagecore vibes you’ll see today

Harry and Draco are shagging. Ron’s got a hunch, and the only way to find out is to volunteer his services alongside Harry’s in the Big Malfoy Manor Cleanup of 2010. What could possibly go wrong? The one where Harry owns a gardening business, Draco is an aspiring National Trust property owner, and Ron is far too invested in the fit of Draco’s lovely clothes and the smell of Harry’s hair. But he doesn’t fancy them or anything like that.

🐉 The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 14.5k) - poly established Drarry ftw and a brilliant flashback that will def make you ship Dron like there’s no tomorrow, my heart was in my mouth waiting for their reunion. I’m very much here for dragontamers orgy shenanigans and sneaky sex at the Burrow, and if you’re a hoe for soft pining Draco and past Drarry + Charlie then run don’t walk towards this one!

Since joining up with the dragontamers, Draco counts his days in nights. Nights spent drinking in the commune mess, making poor choices he doesn't regret, for once. Nights he doesn't remember, and nights he wishes he could stop remembering. Then there's that night in Spain, caught in the circle of Ron's arms. A year of nights in Norway, caught in the heat of Harry's gaze. His first night at the Burrow, caught in between them both.

🪴 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 16.7k) - one of my favourite fics of the year with heartbreaking sentient Burrow, established Rarry, exquisite POV multiple narrative, more gardening aesthetics and hands down the hottest UST and threesome sex you’ll see today. This grieving and perceptive Ron is a triumph, everyone else can go home

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway? A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate. Cw: minor character death.

[hohohomelander]

A simple question....

It is clear you hate Wolfstar, but what about Prongsfoot?

Platonic or not?

Because my BRotp are Ronarry/Rarry and Prongsfoot.

I love prongsfoot in any form! James and Sirius are soulmates so I think they work any way you spin it. I have yet to see prongsfoot shippers deny or dismiss canon which I think sets it apart from other ships. I think it is rather telling that the prongsfoot lovers stick to the canon characterizations. Their close dynamic is canon so there is a lot to play with without having to make shit up like others. In any other fandom they would be THE ship, but alas other lesser pairings have stolen their rightfull spot.

I am someone who value friendships more than anything so I just really adore them and their dedication and love for each other. prongsfoot is for me the ultimate otp and brotp and jilypad is THE ot3!

I also enjoy Harry and Ron and I think they deserve more love <3

[ballerinaroy]

Y’all know who would have loved Ron Weasley?

James Potter

Ron snuck out in the middle of the night to go and rescue his best mate because he hadn’t heard from him all summer and was worried about him. Then just brought him home to a family who loved and accepted him.

Sound familiar?

[itsgrangerweasley]

Harry: *does something stupid*

Ron: What an absolute, fucking idiot.

Ron: I can’t believe I’d die for him.

[nuatthebeach]

you guys Harry is Ron’s BIGGEST supporter, i’m cackling at how personally he’s taking this argument that has nothing to do with him -

[lumos-solemn]

Hermione everytime she had to go somewhere without the boys: Okay. So, I am leaving tonight. I have written notes for both of you with instructions.

Harry & Ron, reading the note: But this just says "Don't".

Hermione: Yeah. You can apply that to every possible situation. Bye guys!

[mr-inva]

Harry : You have a fake ID ? With a fake name and everything ?

Hermione : I can explain

Ron : She uses it to get a second library card so she can take out twice as many books

[babypizzaface]

Deathly Hallows

“You go too far!” shouted Scrimgeour, standing up; Harry jumped to his feet too. Scrimgeour limped toward Harry and jabbed him hard in the chest with the point of his wand: It singed a hole in Harry’s T-shirt like a lit cigarette.

“Oi!” said Ron, jumping up and raising his own wand,

but Harry said, “No! D’you want to give him an excuse to arrest us?”

[ronalddear]

come on we ALL know that ron climbed in harry’s bed during his 5th year nightmares and slept next to him for comfort OBVIOUSLY

[stincorrect]

Mike: Dustin, do your thing. Steve: No. Uh-uh. You really think that just because you get Dustin to say “Please? For me?” every time means I’m gonna do what you want? No! Not this time! El: … Mike: … Will: … Lucas: … Max: … Dustin: Please? For me? Steve: … Steve: …dammit.

[multivstx]

soulmates

[theazkabandreamer]

Ron was friends with Harry the person instead of the famous Harry Potter.

They may have had their ups and downs- They weren’t perfect- but their struggles helped solidify their friendship into an unbreakable bond and helped them become the brothers that they are today.

[harryjpotter-shitpost]

Ron: [pulls curtains back while Harry is showering]

Ron: Harry do you want -stop screaming, it’s just me- do you want to sneak to the kitchens?

[ballerinaroy]

A few weeks ago I saw a post about Ron becoming the youngest Head Strategist ever in the Auror Department. I expect him to be a bit secretive about his promotion as Harry still works in the field and Ron doesn’t want to outshine his best mate. Can you write the heart-to-heart conversation the two of them have when Harry finds out? With canon pairings please.

It had started small. One Thursday evening, the night when Ginny had practice and Hermione worked late and they always went to the same pub and ordered burgers that dripped with grease and drank half their body weight in beer. Years now into this practice and Ron, too casually, had said, “Can I get a rain check? I’ve got a few things I’ve got to finish up here.”

Harry had felt betrayed, had shown it on his face for Ron looked guilty. “Sorry mate, I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

And he had, of course. With tickets to see the Cannons play and their usual feast. Harry had never had any reason to suspect Ron. He knew him better than he knew anyone, Ginny aside, just as Ron knew him. But that hadn’t been the only change.

One Wednesday he arrived with his hair cut and styled. Harry had done a double-take. Years now spent with Ron on the receiving end of teasing comments about the state of his hair and now it was gone, up past his shoulders and neat.

“Er,” Harry said, “Everything alright?”

“What?” Ron asked. Harry raised his eyebrows meaningfully and Ron ran a hand up to his scalp. “Oh, yeah, Hermione finally won out, didn’t she?”

“How?” Harry asked, not seeing the connection.

“She’s got this press conference next week and, anyway-“

He was accustom to knowing the end of Ron’s sentences, but this one left him at a loss. As Ron turned back to his work he suddenly looked like a stranger. His robes weren’t wrinkled, fit his shoulders better too, and later that day Harry noticed that his boots had been replaced with sensible black leather shoes, his socks matching. Who was he?

It took weeks for Harry to work up the nerve to confront him. All along the way more and more things seemed out of place. He worked later than him almost every night, came earlier too. No longer laughed the loudest at raunchy jokes nor could be found wasting hours in the break room to avoid doing work.

Ron was hiding something from him and Harry’s mind couldn’t help but go to the worst. Leaving the job, the country, him. Cheating.

“Hey,” Harry said, noticing that Ron had adopted the habit of hiding what he was working on whoever he walked in.

“Oh, Harry. Listen, I’m afraid I can’t come out tonight, but we’re still on for Sunday with the girls, yeah?”

“Oh,” Harry said, struggling to regain his confidence. He’d hoped that an evening filled with booze might loosen his tongue.

“Sorry,” Ron said, turning away without even asking Harry how he was.

“What’s going on with you?” Harry asked.

“Sorry?” and it was that innocent look, betrayed by the glint of I know something you don’t in his eyes that set Harry over the edge.

“I barely even recognize you anymore,” Harry said. “I know it’s something so, what is it? Are you leaving?”

“What?” Ron asked him.

It wasn’t a wild accusation. At least once a month Hermione was offered a position by another government or even their own. And if she left-

“Are you?”

“No, Harry what on earth would make you think that?” Ron said, looking concerned. He hadn’t hit it yet, struck the nerve to make him confess.

“Then what is it?” Harry asked

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ron said shakily, his eyes glancing around.

“It’s something,” Harry insisted, his mind going back to that dark place. His voice lowered and he leaned in. “Are you seeing someone?”

“What?” Ron bellowed, finally rising to Harry’s level. “How dare you-!”

“Well, what am I supposed to think?” Harry asked, his voice rising. “You cut your hair, you’re always busy and-“

“Not here,” Ron said suddenly, looking around. Quickly Harry glanced too and was alarmed to find eyes staring at them. “Come on, let’s have a drink.”

Without waiting to see if he would follow, Ron grabbed his cloak and stalked down the cubicles, but Harry knew where to find him.

They arrived at their usual Thursday night pub sans cloaks and took their usual booth. Harry had never been here in the daytime, it was quieter than he’d been expecting. They didn’t say anything, waiting for their drinks to be served and the bartender to stalk off, for muffliato to be cast so no one might overhear them.

“What’s going on?” Harry demanded once more.

“It’s not what you think,” Ron said again, not looking at him. “I don’t know how you can think that of me.”

Shame coursed through Harry and he too chose to stare down at the scratches in the wooden table. Every now and then letters formed surrounded by hearts. “I don’t, really, I got heated.”

“Yeah,” Ron agreed, “Really got to get that under control, one of these days you’ll do something you can’t take back.”

Perhaps he just had. Harry felt his face flush with embarrassment.

“I uh, I’ve been offered a promotion,” Ron said.

“What?” Harry asked, looking up at last.

“That’s why I’ve been, dressing smart and working late,” Ron explained. “It’s only just been made official, but I thought it’d help if I looked the part. It did help that I looked the part.”

“But that’s brilliant,” Harry said at once, his own insecurities forgotten. “In the department?”

“Yeah, strategy, Gerold is going to be retiring at the end of next month and I was asked to interview.”

“Why didn’t you say?”

“I didn’t think I’d get it to be honest,” Ron said, “I had the least experience of anyone, youngest. In fact, I’m going to be the youngest Head Strategist in the history of the department.”

“Of course you are,” Harry said encouragingly. “There’s no one else, cheers!”

They clinked together they mugs and Ron, for the first time, looked pleased with himself, lighter too. As though a great burden had been lifted from his shoulders. It still didn’t explain why Harry hadn’t been kept in the loop.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Ron’s mouth worked and he sighed. “Being an Auror has always been your thing, I sort of tagged along because I thought it’d be fun. But I know how much it means to you, following your dream, and I didn’t want to overshadow you.”

Touched, Harry felt a smile tease his cheeks. “That’s mad.” He replied and Ron looked at him in question. “I defeated Voldemort, twice at that, you couldn’t overshadow me if you tried.”

Ron let out a barking laugh and shook his head. “Alright, alright no need to rub it in.”

And just like that, it was as though nothing had happened between them. No secret, no accusation. Just the ease of friendship which Harry had missed.

“Tell me everything,” Harry insisted. “And how’d they convince Gerold to retire anyway?”

“I beat him at chess,” Ron said seriously and it was Harry’s turn to laugh. “At that Christmas dinner last year, remember? He came in that next Tuesday, and from the look in his eye, I thought I was done for. Let met stew for a whole week.”

Vaguely Harry recalled Gerold, who wasn’t known for socializing, stalking the halls at random. He felt a bit stupid for not having connected the two events.

“Then, well, he called me into his office one afternoon, challenged me to a rematch. And told me if I didn’t play to win he have me fired me on the spot.”

“You won?” Harry asked.

“Just by the skin of my neck,” Ron said, getting into it. “After the loss, he shook my hand, told me to do something about my hair and clothes, and walked out the door. I followed him of course and he walked into Gawain’s office and put his resignation letter on his desk.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that,” Ron said looking just as surprised. “Glad I took his advice though, when Gawain approached me he said that his reservation was that I wasn’t mature enough. But I beat out everyone else.”

“Congrats, mate,” Harry said again. “There isn’t a better choice.”

Part II. 

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