#if i had a penny for everytime somebody came up to me while i was wearing my boots and said I dont know hoe you walk in those things i can

[nomaishuttle]

nowww i pack up my bag ^-^ 4 my adventure 2mrwww

[goggles-mcgee]

Okay, So I need to Ask Um, Got any salt on Marinette's Parents? Because as much As I love them in the show, They are almost never around to do anything.

Oh yeah definitely.

The show shows them to be loving supportive parents and I think a lot of us like to latch onto that when writing but when you take a step back, you realize they are almost never around and why? Because of their business. They are neglectful. Now it very well could be they don't mean to be, but the fact of the matter is, they are and as a result of that Marinette is very mature and always feels pressure to do things on her own or to make things perfect. That's a lot to put on a child.

Anyways mini rant over! There are 3 ideas on my Dead Sea Salt List that include Tom and Sabine salt and I shall tell them to you and the ways they are salted!

Idea 3. Marinette, The Rolling Stone:

This one is obvious here as this whole story is about Jagged and Penny adopting Marinette. Tom and Sabine like to think they know their daughter but the truth is they aren't around a lot. They don't even notice that she doesn't hang out with the girls in class anymore and hasn't done so in months for crying out loud! They don't even notice that she hasn't gone out to hang out with her friends either.

But then Marinette's friends come in and start telling them that Marinette is bullying the new girl, they don't even recognize Lila from when she almost got Marinette expelled, and Lila herself creates a sob story and well Tom and Sabine notice then and there just how often Marinette has been at home by herself. They fall for the lies.

And well, this is a blessing in disguise for them, they were getting busier with the bakery and thinking of opening up another location and doing that while juggling a teenager would be so difficult, especially a problem child. They decide to kick Marinette out, but they aren't "malicious" or "cold-hearted" they decide to emancipate her. They purely do it because they think they are protecting their family members by not letting Marinette manipulate them into thinking she's the sweet person they thought she was, and they want to protect their image. They don't want their family members to think ill of them.

Then Jagged Stone pops up wanting to commission Marinette, but Tom and Sabine tell them they grounded Marinette from designing and took away her sewing machine. He's livid and demands the reason why, they tell him and he just looks at them like they lost their heads, even asks if they did, because he knows there's no way Marinette would bully someone. They insist she has and she's changed and she's this horrible little liar and manipulator and that's why they are getting rid of her. It takes a lot for him not to get akumatized then and there but Jagged firmly says he'll adopt Marinette.

They try their best to talk him out of it but he's set. So they let him, they just know hope he knows he can't return her when he finds out they were right.

Life is good for them after they get rid of Marinette, that is until the interview. Nadja gets an exclusive interview with Jagged Stone, Penny Rolling and their new adoptive daughter that they have been raving about on social media. Nadja does nothing to hold back her disgust when she recounts what Marinette and her new parents had told her about Tom and Sabine kicking her out all because of a liar. The interview is an hour special where they debunk each and every single one of Lila's lies. And Tom and Sabine watch and the pits in their stomachs grow the more they watch.

After all that. Paris erupts. Gabriel literally passes out from all the anger and sadness he feels from his Miraculous and has to take sleeping medication and just sleep the day away. Everyone who had ever met Marinette was furious, not only at her school and friends, but at her parents too. Regulars who used to come in stopped. Which is a kind of a big deal in France, you pick a bakery and basically stick to it. Despite their products being good, people are hesitant to go to Tom and Sabine's, because how can they go to a place and expect to be treated well when the owners treated their own daughter so awfully and for what? For lies?

They can't even get a second location anymore, the owner of the place they were going to buy from refused their offer. They wanted someone who treasured baking and family to buy their place and they can see that Tom and Sabine don't treasure those ideals. They still get business, but it's not as good as it had been. Some people come in and buy something small but they always have something to say about Marinette, like how it's a shame she's not there, or how her cupcakes were always decorated the best, or how her smile always made their day. Little jabs that just made Tom and Sabine hurt more.

They tried to get Marinette back but to no luck. They tried to say the adoption wasn't legal because of the lies but that got slammed down pretty fast. They tried to talk with her anyway they could think of till she changed her number and Jagged and Penny threatened to take legal action against them.

Everytime they went out, it felt like they were being judged. Like people didn't even want to look at them.

Gina and Roland basically disowned them

Idea 6. Wish Me Away

Not a lot of salt but Tom and Sabine were getting more and more distant with Marinette the closer the big battle got. She tried to pretend she didn't notice but she did, they seemed to only be around ling enough to give her good mornings, obligatory 'I love you's', even when they had dinner together it felt like when they asked her how her day was they were only doing it because it was what parents did, not because they were genuinely interested. Everyday that got closer to the fight she had wanted to be honest and just tell them that she was being crushed under all the weight of her responsibilities but she knew if she did she would be met with disappointment and fake sympathy.

She knew it wasn't healthy, she knew it wasn't right, but Marinette figured she was better off than most kids so she never complained. Then the battle happened and the wish happened and honestly, her parents didn't notice she didn't come home. They figured she was at a friend's house. The second night it was a Sunday so they just figured she was still at a friend's. The third day it was Monday, a school day and nothing, she never came home for lunch which she always did, they remembered that at least. So they called the school to ask if she had been in that day but the school told them, very politely, that no one by the name Marinette Dupain Cheng ever went to their school.

Of course they freak out and assume this must be the work of an Akuma. But days pass by and they really start to get worried and try to get Nadja to help them but even she looks at them like they're crazy and calmly tells them they don't have a daughter. That's when they finally go up to Marinette's room and see it's just a normal attic. Then Marinette's classmates come by and her teacher and they ask where she is and they nearly weep because somebody else remembers her and they tell them what has been going on. They too think it's an Akuma.

Then Adrien comes by with a woman they've never met and he looks like he'll but they refrain from saying anything, they still keep their business going because they figure if it is an Akuma then Ladybug and Chat Noir will defeat it any day now and Marinette will come back. There are days when they forget that Marinette is missing and doesn't that just say something? But they have to tell Adrien that only a few people remember Marinette and they suspect it's an Akuma. They don't notice how pale the boy gets or the cold face his mother makes at the mention of an Akuma but they give them a couple discounted treats and send them on their way.

Then Ladybug makes an appearance on Nadja's network and says it's to give an announcement. She looks different, older, and her suit is also different but everyone is paying attention. She tells of the battle with Hawkmoth, Gabriel Agreste, that was the first big shock, she tells them that she was betrayed by Chat Noir, but she would not give out his name as he was already living out his punishments, she tells them that Hawkmoth made his wish and the world was paying for it, that Gabriel and Chat were paying for it, they lost someone dear to them, for Gabriel it was Nathalie, for Chat it was the previous Ladybug, Marinette Dupain Cheng...their existences had been erased from the universe but those who had wronged them or failed them would be punished with the memories of them.

Tomnand Sabine froze at that because it made sense, and at the same time didn't. How did they fail Marinette? They just couldn't understand it. Gina didn't remember having a granddaughter but she remembered Tom and Sabine calling and asking about a Marinette, and in a rare moment she had been in Paris during the announcement and had heard what Ladybug had said. She cried for the little girl she didn't know but she was angry at her son and his wife because they clearly remembered her so they were being punished, and she could imagine why. Their bakery was always their top priority, it was their baby, everything else came second. They never wanted a baby, they never said it out loud but she knew, so she could only imagine what this Marinette had to go through and she cried for the girl.

Roland remembered being helped by the heroes but he doesn't remember why but when he watched the announcement he thinks it may be because of the granddaughter he can't remember, he didn't want to see his son or wife, it had been that way for awhile, but he felt his heart wrench for the granddaughter he couldn't remember and would never get to know. Roland was even more disappointed in his son when he got a call asking if he remembered this Marinette, because it meant he had failed his own daughter and their protector. He knew he wasn't the best father but he felt outraged on behalf of the granddaughter he lost.

People found out that Tom and Sabine remembered and so they found out they were being punished, which made people a bit wary of them.

[The "new" Ladybug is literally just Tikki using Trixx's illusions, Tikki is hella petty in this fic, also okay that was more salt that I thought]

Idea 9. Ivy's Sapling:

This one definitely doesn't have a lot of salt towards them but there is some. They do care about Marinette and they see her as a niece more than a daughter. So they aren't really as involved in her life as maybe they should be but she understands that they didn't ask for her. When the problems with Lila start up they want to believe in her and they do at the beginning but they start to question of they could be true because of her background. From what her and Gina said, she was from the bad part of Gotham and so was her mother, they never told them she was Poison Ivy's kid, they just know that Marinette's mother goes by Pamela when she talks with Marinette on the phone.

So they don't fully turn on Marinette but they do start to be wary and more questioning, they don't trust her as much as they did before which does hurt her but they don't fully believe Lila and her classmates, or more like they don't want to believe.

[whyisnicole]

Show Me Your Darkness - Chapter 8

You were killed at the hands of HYDRA but you came back stronger than you once were. They used you, mutilated you, silenced you, but they didn't break you. After getting out, and making friends with a few super-allies, one villain is about to unite your worlds in a way you never saw coming - but at what cost?

After all, every good hero - or villain - has a tragic tale to tell. Don't they?

Trigger Warnings:

Dark, Language, Violence, Death, Killing

"One Batch"

 "Red, just shoot the sons of bitches already! We don't have time for this shit!"

          Frank…

             Check…

  Two Batch"

 "Ah fuck, just leave it to me - I've got this shit, just not for long!"

         Wilson…

              Check…

  "Penny"

 "Y/N?  Y/N!"

         Matt…

            Check…

  …

"And Dime"

                   Blood. Everywhere you look. So much red.

 You remember the hit - some mutant had been able to slip past you while you were supposed to be holding post and keeping fire away from the crates holding weaponry. They were like a chameleon, literally blending into the shadows and setting off one of the detonators before anybody even knew they were there.

 You don't know how long you've been down, but you know you need to get up.

 Staggering to your feet, your vision still blurred, you grasp a hold of something that feels like charred wood to your right. Leaving over, catching your breath and grabbing your side, you lift your head up and attempt to wipe some of the crimson from your vision.

 Before you can even take in a proper breath, the wind is forced from you as you feel a hard hit rattle against your spine. Back slamming against the floor as your legs are swept from underneath you, your vision shakes into focus just long enough to catch a glimpse of the assailant wreaking havoc on your body.

 The moment your eyes meet theirs, you freeze.

 They’re you.

 A slap against your face and a knee to your ribcage makes you scream out. You take one hit after another, each time you’re able to open your eyes the slightest bit you see something different.

 You see yourself.

You see Frank.

You see Matt.

You see Alex.

 Over and over, you’re met with punches and blows delivered by people that you cannot force yourself to hit back.

You take it in, you do everything you possibly can to block out the pain and focus on your body. Focus on your senses. Focus on your skills.

You breathe in, capturing as much air, as much energy, as much power as you possibly can, and let your mind do the work.

 Your eyes fly open with a scream followed from your lips. The mutant once atop you is no more, and your wings are spread full force as your health begins to rejuvenate.

The pain subsiding.

Your lungs filling back up with air.

And everything shifting into focus.

 You shake your head and give a good look at the destruction around.

 You look up to see Matt on a platform, fighting a small group and putting them all on their asses.

You look over to see Frank posted and covered, able to take out anyone within his line of sight.

You look around to see Wade… nowhere…

  “AHAHAHAHAHAH!!! You’re about to be killed by a fucking forklift you dickless pricks!”

 Found him.

 Now that everyone is accounted for, and seeing as to how they’re more than holding their own, you quickly fly yourself up to a tall stack of crates, feeling the energy inside to assure nothing is going to explode or malfunction if it’s hit or crushed. Landing atop, you fully survey the room.

 About a dozen and a half more visible targets and a whole lot of blood everywhere.

 You still and focus in on one person at a time. By doing so, you’re able to get a sense of their body, of their energy, and force it from them.

The first is a male, human, and his stature is tall, lean, features are blue eyes, blonde hair, and he’s mid-twenties. You can’t even see his face but you already know that and more.

It’s always difficult, no matter how many times you do it. Killing people, that is. Of course, there are some harder than others, but with your abilities unless you use a weapon, you end up having to get personal.

 You hone in, pushing past the sorrow.

 You see him stop as you reach out your arm, hand opening, practically beckoning his life to force itself out of him.

“Eric! Fall in!”

His memories begin to fill your mind. It happens nearly everytime and it doesn’t make things any easier.

He falls to the floor, eyes rolling back and mouth opening.

“Grenade! Get down!”

   A soldier.

A cloud of black smoke falls from his lips, entangling its way down his body as if saying goodbye to it’s vessel.

“We can make your life have meaning. You can regain your purpose.”

   HYDRA…

You stretch out your arm and demand the energy come to you. You watch as it shoots through the air and straight into your hand, traveling up your arms, finding your neck, and resting between your shoulder blades at the base of your wings.

 Next target.

 Over and over again, life after life is disintegrated and bodies are lining the floor.

You hear a few more grunts coming from Red and whoever it is he’s still grappling with. Until the sound of a gunshot ends the ruckus.

“Damn you, Castle,” Matt breathes, hunched over in an attempt to reclaim his breath, “I almost had him.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You almost had him on his ass just so I would have to come over and finish the job. So I cut in early, what of it.” Frank finishes dismissively, reloading his weapon and not even looking up.

 Here it goes…

 It isn’t uncommon for Wade and Matt to get into it on their views of morality. Murdock had loosened up a bit as of late with the more intense cases, and sometimes it wasn’t even the fact that Frank wanted to kill somebody that would set him off. Sometimes it was just when things got to be too much. Matt usually sat back and did his thing while Frank, you, and Wilson did yours; but, when times were getting tense and Matt was at a short end, it was common that an argument would flare up.

 “You don’t know that.” Matt fought back, hands now on his hips as he stood standing up with his stomach slightly protruding, still catching his breath.

 “Oh, don’t I? Taking a look to your left I can clearly see the same son of a bitch that you K.O’ed the last time you were out with us. Don’t you get it? It’s all the same! They won't stop unless we make them stop.” Frank yells, putting a bullet in the very person he was just discussing, assuring that he never as a chance to wake from the beating Murdock had given him.

But it doesn’t stop there.

Frank goes around, executing each and every person who hadn’t already been put to an end.

 You just watch.

You’d be lying if you said that you disagreed with him. You don’t wanna have to see any of these people ever again, and you were at the end of your moral rope in deciding if keeping someone this evil alive was really gonna pay off.

 So you stay quiet.

 You stay quiet as you watch Matt throw a num-chuk at Franks wrist.

You stay quiet as you watch them go toe to toe.

You stay quiet as you watch Castle put a very winded Matt on his ass and, in the split second it takes for him to get back up, execute the last remaining unconscious villain.

 “Screw you, Wilson.”

“Yeah, fuck you too, Alter Boy.” Frank spits back at Matt, walking across the platform, heading for the stairs that lead to the lower level where you are.

 “Guys,” You hadn’t even noticed Wade until he spoke up. Your eyes trail over to him to see that he isn’t looking at you or the two arguing men. You can’t see from where you’re standing, so you slowly start to creep out from behind the piled boxes and rubble, energy ready and flowing at your hands, clouds of black fog dancing around your lightly closed fists.

 “This is not a shooting gallery, Frank! One of these days someone’s gonna think you deserve this, what are you gonna do then?”

“I just have one thing to say to that, and it’s that they better not fucking miss!”

 “Guys!” Wade yells, raising his voice way above the low level he had just muttered out.

“What?” Frank screams, looking down over the railing in a distracted attempt to see what he wants.

 Before you can get in a place that you can see what’s gong on, Wade simply says,

 “We’re not quite done yet.”

 Just then you get to the clearing, and the sight that meets your eyes makes your blood go stone cold as your heart drops to your stomach.

You see a being, teeth long and sharp, with its mouth curved into a sickening smile exposing them all. There's drool dripping from its mouth, and veins covering its large, muscular, tall, tentacle like body. Then, as it emerges from the shadows, all you see is red.

But, what scares you the most isn't the look of this beast, or what it may have in store for you, or what it is, or where it came from. What makes your vision blur and knees go weak is who is held within its grasp.

      Alex.

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Who could it be? ^.^

[vivithefolle]

In honor of The King’s birthday,  I’ve decided to share some of my favourite lines in fanfiction about him.

Here we go folks - Ron Weasley appreciation galore! <3

Let’s start with three drabbles that are just too good in their entirety to chop up, and then the big ones...

you can climb a ladder up to the sun, by acrosticacrumpet

Brilliant, by @emullz

Blue, by IamShadow21

Hermione watched him, their hands still connected at the fingertips. A heat spread through her chest that had nothing to do with summer, and she found herself just as satisfied as he was. She couldn’t draw her attention away from him. A fire could have started and she wouldn’t have noticed it, because his brightness was more illuminant than any other. She’d found herself staring at him several times through the course of Hogwarts, but normally she’d look down when he sensed her gaze, and met her eyes; she found no reason to look away this time. Ever so present in the years previous, she never truly appreciated what he brought to the group. She might have been the moon, intelligent and full of wonder, and Harry might have been the Earth, inhabited yet left unexplored, but Ron was the sun. He was warm and radiating, a constant, and they both needed him in their own way; they just didn’t realize it. You don’t know what you have until it’s gone. You never fully understand the sun’s importance until it doesn’t rise in the morning. His smile was a gust of wind in stagnant Spanish heat. It was something she couldn’t get enough of, something she wouldn’t let go. 

- Lively, by LesserPrincess

I have always wondered if one could connect all of Ron's freckles and make some kind of pattern, like a star constellation. I actually tried to once when he had fallen asleep. I stood there and looked at his chest; I looked and counted, and tried to arrange and rearrange, but eventually I just determined that Ron has as many freckles as the sky has stars. His stars just manage to glow even when the Sun is out, and with that hair, he carries the Sun with him, anyway. 

- Hatred, by earth_dragon

It was a strange sofa, long and broad with a checkered blue and green cover. She’d never been at a dinner party here without hearing somebody commenting on it, and she herself had questioned Ron’s judgement when she’d first seen it. Her first thought had been that it was a hideous creation, and she’d told him as much. But Ron had just smiled and patted the sofa, looking like a proud father. “I know it’s awful”, he’d said. “Even the shop-keeper tried to talk me out of buying it, and that says something.” He’d paused, hand resting on the armrest, before continuing. “But I just couldn’t leave it here. I figured that if I didn’t buy it, then nobody else would either, and the thought of it standing there in the shop all alone…” He’d shrugged. “I don’t know. But I do know that if I were a sofa, and looked like that, then I’d wish for someone to look beyond my godawful exterior and take time to notice my wonderful personality.”

And after having heard those words Hermione could do little but love the poor, tacky sofa.

- Caught in the Fire, by Penny-in-the-sky

Bemused, he watched Ron, disheveled, half-dressed, slip and slide clumsily on the comics strewn across the floor as he made his way over to his dresser.  There’s something terribly sweet and vulnerable about him, Harry thought.

Just look at him, he thought, sliding his hand from Ron’s face to his hair.  At the bright bright hair… at the freckles that make him look like a kid.   At the way his top lip curves and the bottom one pouts.  Has it really taken me five years to see him?  See how… perfect he is?

- Proxy, by Mathilda Bishop

Hermione crept across the darkened room, her bare feet silenced by the plush beige carpeting. A single strip of moonlight filtered through the open window, illuminating the sight in front of her.

Ron. 

He was sprawled across the bed, wearing only a pair of blue striped boxer shorts. She smiled as she approached him, taking in his thin frame, his pale, freckled skin.  He had never been, nor would he ever be broad and muscular. She liked him the way he was: slim, toned, and absolutely gorgeous. 

- Sleeping Arrangements, by willowwand

Everytime [Ron] had to lift his arms above shoulder level the hem of whatever he was wearing would display a glimpse of belly, a flash of back or sometimes underwear, and when [Hermione] was really lucky she got to indulge in the protruding hipbones sliding free of his waistband.

His torso was very long but his waist so very narrow. Her hands weren’t that big but sometimes she felt sure she could place her hands on his waist and get her fingers to meet at his back.

His body fascinated her. He wasn’t scrawny, there was nothing unpleasant to look at regarding his body at all, but his proportions were so otherworldly. It was as if he had been designed by an artist, a sculptor, who extended the perfect muscular male form onto an elegant frame and stretched and tightened it into a lean giraffe of a man.

- From the Clutter to the Stars, by Solstice Muse

Hermione held her breath and tried to choke back the sobs that were threatening to destroy her. Everything was falling into place, horribly, horribly into place... This was why Ron, with his brilliant strategical mind, had never planned - he had. He had planned to fight until it killed him, and that didn't really leave much space for a career. This was the reason he lounged about and ate far too much cake and didn't bother with school work unless it was a practical exam. Even Quidditch suddenly swung into horrible focus - what does a Keeper do? He uses his own body to protect the goal... and she knew he'd done that... seen him move, reposition himself so that he was blocking her and Harry from potential spell blasts... and she always felt safer with him there...

- Expectations, by Alternatively

“Why do you keep playing him?” Hermione asked.

“It’s the best way to get better. Doesn’t make it any less annoying when he keeps hammering me.” Harry grumbled. Ron simply sat there with a smug look on his face.

It was almost as if he was more at home on a chessboard than anywhere else.

- Regret, by HellIsHere

Hermione’s instinct was to scoff, but the sincerity in his eyes overwhelmed her. She swallowed, feeling as though she couldn’t speak around the lump in her throat. Bugger quidditch, this was what drew her to Ron. He had such a big heart, and he wore it on his sleeve - and while she knew things sometimes got garbled on the way to his mouth, when he believed something strongly, she could trust in every word.

- Lucky Man, by @idearlylovealaugh

This time though, Hermione doesn’t feel like [Harry] can do something about it, and the worst part is that she’s starting thinking she wouldn’t be able herself either because it’s been long time since they both learnt Ronald Weasley works better when he’s the one saving himself, when he gets to fix himself alone and finds the best way to keep going despite all the wrong he did before. He’s his own anchor and that’s what she loves the most about him.

But under those rough, strong and solid layers there’s softness, and gentle touches and sweet words whispered against her skin when her body aches for how much it craves his warmth. Ron Weasley is the last slice of cake left on the table that he selflessly gives to you despite the hugeness of his gluttony; he’s the wide smile on her neck when he places wet kisses on it and tickles her at the same time because he’s insatiable of her laughter. He’s goodness, and hidden grace and everything between.

How can this turn out to be a weak point on people?

- Life In Death, by my_inked_asterism

It was just that [Hermione's] way would take much, much longer. She didn't know Harry's emotional situation like Ron did. Because - although Hermione was typically better at noticing feelings - when Ron applied his personal understanding of the human condition, he came away with a deeper set of realizations than most. Where Hermione recognized emotion with a clinical, academic approach, Ron came up with personal, informal reasoning with which he could comprehend emotion and help others comprehend it in return.

- Coping, by Mir Queen

Somewhere in the vast jumble of her thoughts, she heard Ron ask, “Why do you like me?”

Only Ron—sweet, self-deprecating Ron—would ask that question.  Ron, who allowed a giant chess piece to beat him over the head, chased after gigantic spiders for her, and stood up on a broken leg to defend Harry against Sirius Black.  Ron, who sold his most valuable possession for her.  Ron, whose red hair, freckles, and smiling lips were maddeningly adorable.  Her voice was shaky as she answered, “Because...”  She wasn’t done yet, but he kissed the corner of her mouth and distracted her momentarily.  “Because you are the most likely person to ask that question...” There was more to say, but he was irresistible.  She stole another kiss and continued, “... and the person with the least reason to ask it.”

They looked at each other and smiled. This was nice—being able to stare at someone openly for no reason—even if he was across the sofa.  She could study him freely, flushing with the knowledge that he was doing the same. He had his father’s eyes, as did Ginny. He, like the twins, had Mrs. Weasley’s thick hair. He and Percy shared Mr. Weasley’s long nose. He had Mr. Weasley’s smile. Beyond his physical appearance, though, she could see other traces of his family in him—Percy’s masked insecurity, the twins’ mischief, his mother’s temper, his father’s earnestness, his older brothers’ rumoured intelligence, and Ginny’s consideration and sweetness.

But this was what people had been doing to him all his life, wasn’t it? Comparing him to the other members of his family? "Is he going to play Quidditch as well as his brothers?" "Is he going to be Head Boy?" "Is he going to get as many O.W.L.s?" He was "another Weasley". Oh, but he was so much more than that! He didn’t know it, though, did he?

“I wanted to say thanks for being my friend,” Harry shrugged.  Ron felt his face and neck grow warm... but something in his chest did as well.  It was a nice feeling.  He couldn’t make himself speak, however, and was grateful when Harry continued, “You were my first friend, and... well, you’re my favourite person in the world, you know.  Every day, I wish I could have my parents back, but, erm... losing you would be worse than not having them, in a way, because I never knew them, and I don’t think I could do without you.”

Utterly dumbfounded, Ron could only stand there with his mouth hanging open. Harry really thought that it would be worse to lose him now than it had been to have no parents for fourteen years? He was more important to Harry than any other person?  The magnitude of Harry’s stumbling speech almost made Ron take a step backwards.  He was aware that he had made some kind of noise in his throat, which Harry evidently took as a response.

“I’m really... and anyone who has you for a friend... and Hermione, because you care about her so much... I mean, lucky.”

Ron caught the meaning of Harry’s rambling words and continued to stand in the doorway numbly.  “Thanks,” he replied. “You too.” With that, he hurried from the room, his mind a strange whirl of awkwardness and pleasure.    

- Finding Lily, by DeeDee