#ron x reader

[rainydayathogwarts]

Unsteady desk chairs - Ron Weasley

summary: when ron's been locked in his dorm trying to finish an essay all afternoon, you decide to help motivate him a little cw: SMUT, established relationship, unlocked door 1.2k+ wc

You'd been sitting with Hermione in the common room after having finished all your work, waiting for Harry and Ron to come down from their dorm and join you downstairs, making mental notes of the silly stories you had to tell them. You furrowed your eyebrows when you checked the clock again, noticing how late in the afternoon it was becoming. Leaving Hermione to check on your boyfriend, you began walking up to his dorm when Harry suddenly came running down the staircase in his Quidditch uniform, carrying his broom in one hand and yelling "I'm so late to practice!" A laugh bubbled in your chest as you continued trekking to the right dorm.

You waited for Ron's call to come in after knocking twice on the door, cracking the door open slightly to see him crouched over his desk, completely still while whispering things to himself under his breath. You stalked over him, careful not to make any noise before sighing at the sight. He was absolutely precious, unusually stressing himself over his care of magical creatures essay.

Wrapping your arms over Ron's shoulders behind his spot at his desk, you pressed fluttering kisses all over his cheeks and the side of his neck. The boy groaned, leaning his head back to allow you more space as he shut his eyes tightly, taking a short break from his homework. "Baby I don't get it." He whined, rubbing his eyes tiredly. You ran a hand through his messy fiery hair, pressing another kiss on Ron's temple before he was twisting in his chair to wrap an arm around your waist, guiding you around his chair so you could stand next to him. Shifting his chair backwards slightly, Ron tugged you to the space between his legs.

Resuming your soft massage on Ron's hair, you hummed slightly as he rested his hands on the back of your thighs, head leaning forward against your stomach. "What are you struggling with sweetheart?" "Everything. I don't get this stupid essay." He complained again, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "D'you need help? I finished mine not long ago." Ron shook his head against you, looking up at you with a pouty face. "This is something I need to do alone." You giggled slightly, leaning down to peck his lips quickly. Ron chased your lips the second you pulled away, trying to pull you back in. You smiled against his lips when they finally found yours, pulling away to laugh happily.

Your arms slung over Ron's shoulders squeezed him closer to you, letting him hug you as tightly as he wished. Ron moaned in annoyance against your jumper, and you grinned, an idea popping into your head. "Hey, bet you could some motivating though." Curiously, Ron's face was peeking up to look at yours, a pink tint forming on his cheeks. "Yeah, what kind of motivation?" You leaned in once again, lips barely touching his, moving your hands down to Ron's thighs. His muscles flexed under your touch, and he swallowed thickly, hands coming down to rest atop yours.

"I think you have a good idea of that." Ron was pulling you onto his lap before the words even left your mouth, hands positioning your legs so you straddled him, the both of you barely fitting on the desk chair. Your knees were uncomfortably tucked into the space below the arms of the chair, digging into the leather. Cupping Ron's jaw, you kissed him slowly, pulling back every time he tried speeding up the kiss, breathing heavily into your mouth. You giggled, lightly biting his bottom lip before retreating and unbuckling his thick belt. Ron's fingers wandered underneath your skirt, pushing your panties to the side while you freed him from his boxers. He watched intensely as you spat on your hand before stroking his length, waiting for him to fully harden before guiding his cock towards your hole.

Lifting your hips up to push his tip into you, you sunk down on his cock slowly, biting your bottom lip to suppress a loud moan. "Fuck. Should've locked the door." You muttered, digging your head into the crook of Ron's neck while you adjusted to his size, feeling his chest vibrate with a chuckle. Slowly beginning to lift your hips up, you gained momentum to bounce on your boyfriend's dick. Ron met your movements, snapping his hips upwards to meet your thrusts, hands loosely holding your waist just in case you lost your balance. Ron shut his eyes, taking pleasure in the feeling of your cunt against every ridge of his cock. You gasped, reaching a hand out to grab the back of the unsteady chair as a wave of pleasure shot through you, panting loudly.

One of Ron's hands left your waist, finding a path under the untucked shirt of your uniform to grope at your breast, tweaking your nipple to harden the sensitive nub. You arched your back towards his chest, cursing as you leaned down to suck on the soft skin of Ron's neck - a desperate attempt to silence your cries. The burn in your thighs paired with the uncomfortable pinch of the warm leather on your pace had you readjusting yourself above your boyfriend before recommencing your movements, only slower. Ron groaned as you began grinding down on his cock, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging your body into his chest, where you leant your head on his shoulder, stilling your movements.

A sharp thrust of his hips up into your core had you whining, nails digging into the sides of his shoulders as he jerked himself into you with a fast pace. You bounced upwards with every snap of Ron's hips, but he hugged you close to him, only making you brush against his chest. Taking the easy access to Ron's neck, you resumed your kisses there, biting and sucking occasionally to leave red hickeys in their wake. Licking over a spot below his ear you just kissed, you firmly bit down, leaving a stinging pain in Ron's neck. Your boyfriend gasped at the sudden sear, harshly forcing his hips upwards into you with a loud "Fuck!" Your high pitched moan filled the room, your cunt clamping down again Ron's cock as you reached your high. A string of curse words left Ron's mouth as his hips uncontrollably twitched, releasing his orgasm into you while his arms squeezed you tighter against him.

Breathing heavily, you bit your lip to try and suppress your moan as Ron shuddered against you, urging his arms to loosen up against you so you could breathe. "Oh my god." You panted, grabbing the desk behind you to help you stand up as Ron's arms fell to his side, slumping against the chair. "Shit, baby." He mumbled as his hand reached out to shove your skirt up, watching his cum dribbled down your thighs. You separated your legs in discomfort, bending down to take your soiled panties off before placing it on Ron's desk, leaning your hips against it while you scanned his working space.

"I'm gonna go clean myself off and read a book in my dorm. Come find me when you're done with this essay." Ron nodded, dumbfounded, accepting the short kiss you gave him before strutting away, slowly reaching out for the panties on his desk to shove them in his pocket and zip his pants back up.

[chuulyssa]

men who cling onto you like theres no tomorrow. you're cooking dinner? hes backhugging you like a little sloth. you're working? hes sitting on your lap no matter how heavy he is. you've been away from him for two minutes? get ready to be spam called for the next 2 hours. theres no defining how obsessed he is with your presence. you're his oxygen, the light of his life. without your attention, hes pouty and snappy, like a little kitten without its master. no matter where you are or what time is it, hes clinging onto your arm. oh, what was that? you want him to walk properly because the people at the clothing store are staring? too bad then, you've got to deal with it.

DAZAI chuuya ranpo NIKOLAI matt GOJO geto SIRIUS BLACK ron weasley JAMES POTTER + add more

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[deadsnakey]

Ron loves gifting you things. he doesn't have a lot of money therefor he doesn't have a lot of oppertunities to give you things that aren't hand made: when he does though, it's usually something he noticed you were running out of. maybe you were running out of lipgloss or hair ties. he'll find those exact said things and gift them to you a few days later with the brightest smile on his face; cheeks dusted a slight pink.

he listens to you, when you make a small remark on a specific brand or product that's your favorite. overhearing you say why you love said brand or product for whatever reasons you have. he'll find it, save up for it if he cant make it and gift it to you for your birthday, Christmas, maybe a date. he knows you're not dating him for his money but he still likes to do these kind of things for you whenever he can. seeing you happy makes him happy, truly.

Ron loves hearing your voice, he loves it. he can listen to it for hours as you yip yap about something you're passionate about or even explaining something; talking about your day or something that made you mad. he loves your laugh. the more loud and uglier it is, the more attractive he thinks you are. There's no need to be insecure with Ron because he'll show and prove to you time and time again that he loves you for you and you're perfect in his eyes. you're perfect for him and he couldn't ever wish to have it any other way.

[konigsfavwife]

“Wake up Ron!”

Summary: you and Ron have dated since your third year. During summers you’d often go to the Burrow, staying over for multiple days at a time. You loved Ron dearly but he was such an odd sleeper…

Ron Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: none! Tooth rotting fluff, no use of y/n??

Word count: 532

Authors note: my lordddd i can’t say how much I love this man he’s literally so fine 😋

It was early in the morning, waking up to the feeling of someone’s limbs sprawled out over your chest. You mumbled sitting up and seeing Ron’s soft red hair make a mess on his pillow, his body thrown over yours. You looked at him with a little laugh as you moved his arm off your chest, putting it over his own chest.

“ron get up..” you mumbled, standing up from his bed and stretching her arms above her head. Ron completely ignored her as he snores quite loudly. “my Merlin your gonna be the death of me.”you huffed slipping on a pair of slippers and walking into the kitchen where Molly started making breakfast.

“oh good morning dear! I’m almost finished making Breakfast, would you be an angel and try to wake up Ron? He’s quite impossible to wake up in the mornings” Molly teased as she faced you. “good morning Molly” you smiled at her. “But of course, I’ll try” you laughed a little and walked back upstairs into Ron’s room.

As you walked into his room, he sprawled even farther on the bed, his arm on each ends of the bed, as the same with his legs. Practically looking like a starfish. Then again another merlin-forbidden snore left him. “Ron get up!” you said as you poked his chest. Ron didn’t even respond, instead he shoved his head into his pillow, snuggling up into his blanket and pillow. “ron my merlin get up..” you huffed, shaking him awake. “bloody hell what do you want?” Ron grumbled as he sat up, a pout visible on his lips. “for you to wake up. your mom is cooking breakfast so she wants you up” you yawned as you sat down, kicking off your slippers and sat beside him. Ron huffed and sat up beside you. “well good morning to you too you big baby” you huffed. “dont call me that.” Ron mumbled, turning to face you. “fine, I won’t just wake up please?” you asked with a fake pout. “I am up.” Ron mumbled. “my jeez your so dramatic Ron.” you rolled your eyes as you moved your head a little to face him. “shut up.” Ron mumbled.

“now do you want to go downstairs?” you asked, a little smile appearing on your lips at his pout. “no. I don’t feel like taking to them right now. It’s to early..” Ron huffed dramatically as he laid down once again, but his arms wrapped around your waist snuggly. “im not going anywhere Ron..” you huffed a little, your hands finding themselves lost in his red hair. “that feels nice..” Ron mumbled as he laid his head in your lap. “go back to bed���” you sighed, knowing he did this every morning when he didn’t want to wake up. Ron only nodded before quickly dragging you back down to lay with him. Ron’s arms wrapped around your waist as his chest pressed up against your back, his chin placed on the crook of your shoulder. “I love you, you big baby.” you hummed softly as you snuggled into the pillow. “yea yea I love you too..” Ron mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on your jawline

[eunoiaflow3r]

mine - ron weasley x reader

requests open

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warning(s): language, smut

word count: 1.9k

request(ed): fic where you saw ron and Hermione getting too close so you got mad and he was angry at you and gave you a punishment + Can you do anthor ron fic where the reader got jelly because she saw hermione and ron get close so she ignores him and he gets angry and puts her in her palce

summary: Y/N gets jealous and Ron has his way of reassuring her…characters 17+

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You weren’t even the one to notice it at first. Luna was at your side while you two studied on the lawn. There was a quiz in herbology and you desperately needed her help.

“They seem quite close.” Luna comments. You follow her eyes across the way to see Ron leaning against a pillar and Hermione in front of him holding her books and laughing at a joke he undoubtedly told. He smiled brightly and you watched as she leant out her arm to touch his.

Your heart kind of dropped but then you reminded yourself that they were friends. Just friends, and you didn’t need to worry.

At dinner you sat next to him and he pressed a kiss to your cheek and had his hand on your thigh as you two ate. You talked about your day and everything was pretty normal and you forgot what happened earlier - it became irrelevant, until the next day.

You didn’t see Ron at breakfast…or Hermione. Harry told you that they were in the hall studying for his test and normally it wouldn’t bother you except for the visuals you had of them yesterday. You trusted the both of them, sure, but it didn’t stop an insecurity from growing. You aren’t the type to compare yourself to another girl, but you can admit that his recent actions are hitting some kind of nerve.

———

“Hello Y/N!”

“Hi Y/N!”

Fred and George came over so that you were sat in the middle of them. You were on the couch in the Gryffindor common room writing a letter to your parents.

“Hey George, Fred. What are you guys up to?”

“Bored.” Fred answers.

“Are you doing anything interesting ?” George asks.

“Just writing.” You say.

You talk to them for a while until you all looked towards the portrait as it opened. You heard giggling and waited to see who would come out - Ron and Hermione. They both carried snacks and shared a bag of crisps.

“Hmmm.” Fred hummed.

“Hmmm indeed. They look cozy.” George whispered.

They both got up at the same time and rubbed Ron’s head as they left - probably to cause trouble somewhere. Hermione waved to you before going into her room, and Ron sat in the seat next to you, offering his crisps. You decline and feel yourself become stiff.

“Missed you today.” he says, going in to kiss your neck.

You move slightly so he doesn’t get the chance. “Where were you?”

He looks confused for a second at your movement but doesn’t comment. “With Hermione…and Harry. I’m sorry I’ve been distracted today.”

You hum. “Okay. I’m going to bed.”

“Already? It’s not even late yet.”

“I’m tired Ronald. Goodnight.”

You never called him by his full name but you must admit you were irritated. Yes he’s allowed to spend time with his friends, he doesn’t have to be around you 24/7…but them being so close just made you feel weird.

The next morning you woke up late…barely slept - tossing and turning thinking about Ron and Hermione. It made you sick to your stomach how seeing the two of them made you feel. And how could you even say anything? You would seem like a bad girlfriend if you brought it up. So you wouldn’t.

When you arrived at breakfast you saw Hermione next to Ron and Harry across from Ron. Hermione was stealing food off of Ron’s plate and he would pinch her every time she tried causing her to giggle. You couldn’t watch. It just seemed so flirty to you and you couldn’t stand it.

You decided to sit next to Blaise, as you haven’t caught up with him in a while. Yes he was friends with Draco and Pansy, sworn enemies to your friends but Blaise didn’t care about any of that. You two have been close since childhood. You told him what was troubling you (quiet enough so that Draco and Pansy couldn’t hear) and he told you that your feelings were valid. That Ron seemed good enough but his actions can definitely seem off putting.

———

Across the hall Ron watched as you sat next to Blaise and began to talk. He was aware of yours and his relationship but he didn’t understand why you’d rather sit next to Blaise than him. He was also confused as to why you were late to breakfast and short with him last night. It wasn’t until he saw Blaise whisper something into your ear that made you giggle that made him angry.

“Why is Y/N sitting over there?” Ron asked no one in particular.

Harry turned and saw and so did Hermione.

“That’s strange,” she commented. “I haven’t seen her much at all these past few days actually do you think she’s been with him?”

Ron didn’t like that comment. He wasn’t jealous, no, but it did irk him a bit. He’s been with Hermione and Harry…does that mean she’s been with Blaise?

When he saw you in the hall a few hours later he tried coming up and talking to you but you just gave him a quick look and walked away. That pissed him off. Now he realized what you were doing was intentional. He just couldn’t figure out why.

It happened again during your last class which you conveniently had together - you avoided him. Made sure that you always seemed to be busy in conversation with someone else so that he would look like the asshole if he interrupted. You were being coy and he knew it.

———

You had managed to ignore Ron all day. That was Blaise’a advice. Yes, it was petty, but you were mad. Give him a taste of his own medicine. It hurt because you missed him, and you thought about how this might push Ron towards Hermione more but if Ron didn’t notice your absence then you shouldn’t be together.

You sat in the common room, playing a game with Luna when Ron made his way over.

He leans down so that his lips are next to your ear.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You roll your eyes.

“And so what if I have? Didn’t think you’d notice anyway.”

He clenched his jaw and didn’t say anything for a moment. You got nervous but continued your game.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

“I’m playing this -“

“Y/N.”

And that’s all it took. You followed him into his room and watched as he cast a spell to lock the door. You took a seat on his bed and watched as he took his robes off and began loosening his tie.

“So what’s going on?”

“Nothing.” You say.

“Don’t say that. I know it’s something, don’t lie to me.”

You cross your arms and stare at the floor.

“If you can hang out with your…friend…Then I should be able to hang out with mine, right?”

Ron took a moment to thing as he leaned against his dresser so that he was sitting on it. Then it clicked for him. Hermione. Blaise.

He grinned, but you could tell he wasn’t happy.

“So, you see Hermione and I together, and instead of communicating your feelings, you decide to make me jealous and angry by hanging out and flirting with Blaise?”

“I wasn’t trying to - wasn’t trying to make you jealous. I went to him for advice.”

He shakes his head. “What I’m hearing is you don’t trust me. Don’t trust me enough be loyal and respect your, our, boundaries.

I don’t want anyone but you, and I thought we were on the same page. I love you. Don’t want anyone but you, wouldn’t even dare look at anyone else the way I look at you. You should feel comfortable enough to talk to me when you’re feeling some kind of way.”

You were silent. He was right. You should have just talked to him. He would have understood.

“I’m sorry.” You say.

He nods towards his bed. “Undress please.” he comes closer as you do. “Obviously I have to show you to trust me.”

You have to admit, you were excited, but nervous.

He moves you up so that your head was on his pillows and he was in between your legs. He leans down so that his lips were right above yours and waits until you make the first move. You lift your chin up and he kisses you, hard, and passionately. His hand makes his way up to your neck and squeezes gently which makes you moan into his mouth. When he takes his hand away you whine until he pulls away and pulls your arms so that they’re above your head.

He removes his tie and ties your wrists to the headboard.

“Ron, please…”

He knew you loved to touch. Loved your fingers in his hair or on his back, around his neck. He was taking that privilege away and kissing down your neck. He took a moment to take one of your nipples into his mouth while he massaged the other. When he was done, he switched sides until finally he was ready to leave more wet kisses down your body.

When he got to just below your belly button he took his thumb to rub at your clit. You moaned and tried to pull your arms away from the headboard. You wanted to touch, so bad.

“Ron, oh God.” You whined.

He kept rubbing as he back up so that he was on his stomach, arms positioned under your legs, hands on your breasts, and face near your heat.

He leans down and licks a stripe up until he gets to your clit - there he sucks until your moans turn into pleads.

You try to close your legs or move but he holds them apart as he continues the pressure against your clit. He brings his middle and ring finger to your mouth and tells you to suck while he starts to flick his tongue against you. Once he’s satisfied he brings his fingers down to gently press against your entrance.

Ron puts one finger in and you moan.

“Ron! Please, please, please, more.”

“You think you deserve more baby?” He moans into you. “Think your pussy deserves to cum tonight?”

Your whine is nearly a cry. You’re just wishing and hoping he adds another finger.

“Tell me who I belong to Y/N. Let me hear you say it.”

“Mmmm. You belong to me Ron please, more.”

“I belong to you hmmm? Say it louder, I wanna believe it.”

“Fuck, Ron, You’re mine Ron please, please, please.”

He adds another finger, and continues a steady rhythm while pressing kisses to the insides of your thighs.

“And you belong to me baby. You’re all mine, and you’re gonna gonna cum on my fingers, okay? Want you to cum for me, can you do that?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes please Ron I wanna cum for you.”

He brings his tongue back to your pussy and begins licking your clit fast while pushing his fingers in and out of you curving them slightly as to hit your g-spot.

“I’m close Ron, fuck! I’m close, I’m close, I’m close.”

Ron practically grins against your pussy and goes faster.

“You’re close? Cum for me baby. Cum for Daddy, wanna taste you on my tongue.”

He continues and you fight against the restraint as you moan loudly and cum. Your fingernails were dug into your palms and there were nearly tears in your eyes. You felt so good. He made you feel so good.

He got up so that he could untie you.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was anyone’s but yours. No one can ever compare to you. You’re forever mine, and I’m eternally yours.”

——————

The End😭 Goodnight y’all. I suck at endings.

[remuslut]

Hiii um I love soft dom Ron? Like the type to eat you out till you cry all because a male student made a pass at you. I feel like he’s be very possessive and clingy :3

softdom!ron blurb<33

A/N: my first request!! ahhh i’m so excited

Warnings: all characters are of age, smut, nsfw, oral (fem receiving)

you’re not really sure how you ended up here, but shit did it feel good. your boyfriend ron was the jealous type, and when he got jealous he got rough. he was usually a very soft lover, but you knew when he went down on you immediately you were in trouble. his head was currently in between your thighs and he was holding them so hard there would be bruises. his mouth knew your womanhood so well it hurt after while, but he was still gentle as ever.

“just gotta remind you im the only one who can make you feel this good love..”

he mumbled into your clit as your thighs shook and you approached your 3rd orgasm that night. his tongue attacked your lips as you let out the most pornographic moan and once you were done he gave your clit one last kiss before whispering in your ear

“you’re always so good for me.. let’s get you cleaned up yeah?”

[claymoresword]

I Choose Her | Chp: 12

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of known death eaters from one of the richest and oldest wizarding family. Are you prepared to abandon everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.5k

Warnings: smut, nsfw, cunnilingus, strap on use, g!p, dark themes, mention of death and murder

Note: hello! it's good to be back i missed writing this story and im so glad to have finally found the motivation to continue on with it lol

just a disclaimer, a fair portion of this is just smut so as usual if u need to skip it watch out for the asterisks :)

that's all, hope u enjoy!

taglist: @gvrsto @aweidlich @xxsekhmet @arielj @poppyflower-22 @scarleigh1989 @smut-religiously777 @coralieesau @blackbirdv98

You’re awoken in the middle of the night by Hermione snuggling closer to you, searching for warmth. Instinctively you wrapped your arm around her before grabbing the covers draping it over the both of you.

You feel Hermione shiver under your hold and it was then you finally took notice of the drop in temperature.

Glancing at the fire pit in the corner you quickly received an explanation for the cold surrounding you.

“The fire's gone out.” You grumble, voice heavy from sleep.

Hermione merely lets out a groan against your chest before you feel her attempt to get out of your hold.

Your girlfriend climbs out of bed and you begin drifting off before you’re jolted awake again by the sound of Hermione rummaging through something.

Opening your eyes slightly, you’re met with the sight of your girlfriend sticking her  hand in the pockets of your slacks and blazer that had been strewn on the floor.

Hermione soon notices your gaze that was fixed on her.

“Where’s your wand?” Your girlfriend asks, gesturing to your pants.

“Blazer, inner pocket.” In your half asleep state, you answered without hesitation.

You found it odd that she would ask to use your wand, considering how protective she was of her own.

Abandoning your desire to continue your slumber you finally sit up, silently observing as Hermione expertly uses a spell to re light the flame.

Once your girlfriend was satisfied that the fire was big enough, she quickly sat your wand back down on the ground before making her way back to join you in bed.

“Why’d you need my wand for? Where’s yours?” You asked as she climbs under the covers, wrapping an arm across your abdomen as her legs intertwined with yours.

Hermione hums at the feeling of your much needed body heat before responding.

“Harry has mine.” She states and your expression further contorts in confusion.

“Why?” You ask.

“I sort of broke his.. while we were at Godric’s Hollow.” Hermione admits timidly and you couldn’t help the laugh that falls out of your lips and your girlfriend scowls.

“Don’t laugh!” Hermione scolds, she tries to glare at you but it was so half hearted you could not find it in yourself to be intimidated by it.

You leaned down to place a tender kiss against her forehead, a silent apology for laughing at her expense.

“How on earth did you manage that?” You ask, carefully tracing circles against her side with your finger and you feel her relax once again in your arms.

“Well, I was holding onto his wand and when I threw a curse with my own, it rebounded.” Hermione explains and you nod in understanding.

“Ah, I see. Was he angry?” You ask and Hermione shrugs.

“He’s always angry at something lately, I hardly noticed.” Your girlfriend’s tone was soft and you regretted starting the conversation in the first place.

“Still cold?” You deliberately changed the subject.

“A bit.” Hermione says and you pull her in closer, a gesture she appreciated.

You tilted your head to plant another kiss on the top of Hermione’s head, focusing on the feeling of her shoulders rising and falling as she breathed, the faint scent of her shampoo, the way her skin felt against yours.

You find yourself committing the details to memory, relishing in the stillness.

With Hermione, time stops, and you are the only two people in existence. In her presence nothing was wrong. You felt at peace, and you never wanted it to end.

You reach down to intertwine your fingers with Hermione’s and she takes note of your silence, she looks up to catch your distant gaze as you were deep in thought.

Hermione lifts her head to place a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“What are you thinking about?” Hermione asks.

You meet her concerned gaze and you simply can’t fathom how anybody could possibly be this alluring. Hermione was delicate and yet so dangerously irresistible.

“I’m thinking about you.” You answer honestly.

“Oh.” Hermione says as her expression shifts to a bashful one and you decided to continue making her blush.

“I’m thinking about how you are truly the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.” You add and you could practically feel the heat emanating from Hermione’s face as she grew more shy under your heavy gaze.

“I was also thinking about how I can’t wait for all of this to be over, so we can go wherever we like and spend as much time as we want alone, just the two of us.” You add.

Hermione’s eyes now mirroring the heavy longing that’s reflected in yours. She leans in to capture your lips into a deep kiss, you can feel her adoration and desire for you at all at once and it takes your breath away.

“That sounds perfect, y/n.” Your girlfriend says once she’s pulled away, she runs her fingers to your hair and you instinctively  shut your eyes at the sensation.

**

You move your hand underneath the covers to rest on her waist, Hermione captures your lips into another kiss, this time its urgent and desperate, her tongue enters your mouth and you feel a familiar wave of arousal spread across your body.

You swiftly moved your other hand to her waist, expertly manoeuvring so that Hermione was on her back on the bed, her head resting on the pillow.

You break the kiss to turn your attention to her neck planting open mouthed kisses against it.

Slipping your hand underneath Hermione’s pullover, feeling her goose bumps form underneath your touch.

You place a quick peck against Hermione’s cheek before moving your head further down, lifting the garment to expose her taut stomach.

You intentionally run your tongue across Hermione’s navel before playfully biting at the skin directly above it and Hermione gasps, her hand reflexively finds the back of your head as you worked your way up her belly, carefully licking and nipping until eventually settling just below her chest.

“Take this off.” You order and Hermione doesn’t hesitate to lift her sweater over her head, tossing it to the side.

You began lowering your head but Hermione quickly halts your movements with a hand on your shoulder.

“Kiss me.” Your girlfriend says, already pulling you closer by the collar.

You happily oblige, crashing your lips, your mouth moves against her, gentle but firm, and Hermione let’s out a sigh in contentment.

You finally pull away only to trace kisses across her collar bone and down her chest, eventually settling on her nipples. Swiping your tongue across one of them, you hear Hermione let out another gasp.

You took that as a sign to carry on.

You finally take one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking and licking at it simultaneously and feeling it harden against your tongue as you do.

Hermione chokes out a moan at the sensation, her back arches off the bed making her pelvis rub up against your stomach, and you swiftly place a hand against her abdomen, pinning her to the bed.

Your girlfriend’s moans are more frequent now that you’ve turned your attention to her other nipple, moving your mouth against it in a way you know would leave Hermione wanting for more.

You deliberately ran your tongue down her body, returning your attention around her navel and then slightly lower, you pull down Hermione’s sweatpants a little but not all the way and she groans.

“I want it off, please.” Your girlfriend begs, tugging at the hem of her pants that you were holding firmly in place.

“So impatient.” You remark teasingly but soon moving your fingers to pull them off as she asked.

Hermione was now laying naked underneath you and you couldn’t help but ravage her with your eyes shamelessly.

You will never tire at the sight of her like this.

“What do you want, baby?” You ask, your mouth directly by her ear.

“My fingers?” You reached down to swipe a finger across her already drenched folds, before applying pressure on her clit with your palm.

Hermione doesn’t respond, instead she has her eyes closed as she whimpers helplessly, rolling her hips trying to gain more friction.

“Or my tongue?” You offer her the option before placing an open mouthed kiss against her jaw.

“Yes.. your tongue– please.” Hermione says and her eagerness causes a grin to form on your face.

You decide to not make her wait any longer as you quickly settled your head in between her legs, your hot breath against her core causes Hermione to squirm impatiently.

Your mouth finally makes contact with her weeping pussy, her slick coating your tongue as you ran it through her folds and Hermione let’s out an unrestrained moan, definitely loud enough to be heard outside the confines of your tent, but your girlfriend is too far gone to care.

Hermione grips a handful of your hair, trusting her hips at an attempt to match the rhythm of your tongue. She’s using your mouth mercilessly, working to her release at her own accord and it made you weak.

You shift your mouth slightly, prodding at her entrance with your tongue, and her gasp morphs into a whimper when you push it further in, feeling her walls contract as she accommodates the much welcomed intrusion.

You remove your tongue only to repeat the motion, your thumb rubbing at her sensitive nub, quickly urging her climax.

Before either of you realise it Hermione’s legs are trembling as she reaches her peak, it happens quickly and suddenly, directly in your mouth.

“Y/n..” Your name falls from her lips so gracefully and you have to stop yourself from asking her to utter it again.

“Yes sweetheart, are you okay?” You respond before moving up to rest your weight on your forearms, your face now hovering over hers.

Hermione’s look of pure desire as your eyes meet only further ignited your visceral ache for her, you wanted to spend the remainder of your days worshipping her.

Your girlfriend lifts her head up slightly to connect your lips, her tongue shamelessly moving against yours, tasting her own release.

You groaned as Hermione grips the back of your neck before leaning back until only the tip of your tongue in between her lips, she then moves her face forward once again and began sucking on it, the kiss was bold, it lacked Hermione’s usual apprehension and you wonder why she’s spent so long holding back, knowing what she is capable of.

In heated desperation, you grind your hips against Hermione and she lets out a moan at the sensation, your girlfriend releases your tongue as her mouth fell open.

As her eyes met yours she gives you a knowing look, one you could immediately read without the need of a verbal confirmation.

“Do you want to?” You ask expectantly and Hermione takes her bottom lip in between her teeth to keep her arousal at bay before nodding her head eagerly.

You quickly move off the bed stripping out of your underwear and pullover, you grab your wand of the floor, swiftly waving it over your groin.

You toss your wand back onto the ground before you began stroking the newly formed length in between your legs, eagerly climbing back into bed.

Hermione watches you intently as you settled on top of her, she wastes no time in wrapping her legs around your waist and you were nearly as impatient as her, as you immediately lined up the tip of your length to her entrance, thrusting forward, sheathing yourself inside your girlfriend’s wanting cunt.

You both gasp at the feeling, Hermione’s hands finding your back and you wince at the familiar sting as her fingernails dug into your skin, blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

You pull out of her slightly to thrust your hips forward again as Hermione captures your lips with her own, resulting in her moaning directly into your mouth.

Soon finding a steady momentum, Hermione's whimpering and moaning as you moved your hips skilfully. Your cock was hitting deep inside her at just the right angle, making it impossible for her to do anything else beyond let you take her completely, at an unforgiving pace.

“Fuck‐ Hermione.” You groan as her walls were clenching against your length with every thrust, causing a bit of resistance.

Your girlfriend tries to respond but what comes out of her instead are incoherent sobs.

The pleasure coursing through her was overwhelming, her hand eventually falls from your back, laying helplessly on the bed and you move your own hand from her hip to place it over hers to intertwine your fingers.

Hermione holds your hand firmly as you continued rutting into her, working towards your own pleasure.

“Mine.” You grunt.

“You’re mine.” You repeat mid thrust and Hermione’s words continue to fail her, she merely guides your face closer to hers by your neck, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Once your lips left hers, you leaned forward to nip at her neck, sucking on her skin till you left a bruise and this works to ultimately tip her over the edge, Hermione comes undone underneath you and the sight of her head thrown back in pleasure, mouth agape, urges the coil in the pit of your stomach to tighten. Your name falling from her lips as her orgasm rips through her was enough to cause it to snap.

You reach your own climax soon after your girlfriend, your body flush against hers as you lacked the strength to hold yourself up any longer.

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“Here you go.” Harry hands you the plate of breakfast after warming it over the fire.

“Thanks, mate.” You offer him a half smile, one he quickly reciprocated.

You walk over to the table joining Hermione and Ron. The way their heads snapped in your direction as soon as you stepped closer indicates that you had interrupted a private conversation.

“Is everything alright?” You ask, setting your food down on the table while taking a seat next to Hermione.

“Ofcourse.” Hermione says cordially before leaning in to give you a peck on the cheek, but you cheekily turn your head just in time, catching her lips with yours.

Hermione blushes and you relished at the feeling of Ron staring daggers into the side of your face.

You glance at your cup of coffee, lifting the mug up to your lips taking a sip, until finally allowing your eyes to land on Ron. The deep scowl on his face shows that he was about to snap any moment, and your predictions proved correct once he utters his next words.

“No, actually everything is not alright.” Ron snaps at you and Hermione sighs.

“Some of us need sleep you know, I’d appreciate it if you could keep it down next time.” Ron scowls and you watched as Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still keeping his head down.

“We will Ron, it won’t happen again.” Hermione reassures him and it was your turn to scowl, but your expression quickly turns into a smirk once a response dawns on you.

“Why were you even listening, Weasley?” You ask, and Ron stares at you like you’ve grown a second head.

Your smirk doesn’t falter and it only grows into a grin the longer he took to respond.

“I mean, you could’ve easily casted a silencing jinx, but you didn’t.” You taunt him further.

You feel Hermione grip your arm harshly.

“That’s enough.” Your girlfriend scolds but you fail to acknowledge her, not breaking the tense eye contact with Ron.

“Maybe you liked listening to us fuck. I bet you'd stay up all night to listen if you could.” You add and it works to get the desired reaction out of him.

Ron slams his fists against the table, standing up in his seat and you stand soon after, accepting the challenge.

“I don’t have to prove anything to a classist snob like you.” He counters.

“You think you’re so much better than us but you’re nothing more than a rich slag.” Ron says and for the first time his words actually graze you.

“Yeah? Is that all you got?” You challenge anyway.

“Stop it! Both of you, that’s enough!” Hermione interjects before tugging on your sleeve, forcing you to sit back down.

“You are behaving like a child.” Hermione’s says, her brows knitted together in anger as she glares at you and you couldn’t hold her gaze.

You bite the inside of your cheek, admittedly feeling slightly embarrassed with your conduct.

Going back to picking at your food, you watch in the corner of your eye as Ron took a seat, Harry clears his throat but it does nothing to break the tension in the air.

The four of you ate in uncomfortable silence before Hermione addresses Harry.

“Harry, I think we should go see Xenophilius Lovegood.” Your girlfriend blurts out.

“Sorry?” Harry asks, understandably confused.

Hermione reaches over your lap to grab her book, flipping over to a certain page before pushing it towards Harry.

“See this? This is letter Dumbledore wrote to Grindlewald. Look at the signature.” Hermione says, pointing to the page and a realisation washes over you and Harry at the same time.

“It’s the mark again. It keeps popping up. In Beetle the Bard, the graveyard in Godric’s Hollow.” She adds.

“It was there too.” Harry says, recalling his visions.

“Where?” You ask.

“Outside Gregorovitch’s wand shop.” Harry explains.

“What does it mean?” Ron asks stupidly and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.

“Look, you’ve got no idea where the next horcrux is and neither do I.” Your girlfriend says, referring to Harry.

“But this means something. I’m sure of it.” She adds gesturing to the symbol in the book.

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The four of you were sat in Mr Lovegood’s living room. What immediately occurred to you was how Luna didn’t make her way to greet any of you. There was something wrong but you could not say exactly what, still the feeling gnaws at you incessantly for the entirety of the conversation.

“How can I help you Mr Potter?” Xenophilius asks.

“Well, actually it’s about something you were wearing around your neck at the wedding. It was a symbol.” Harry says.

“You mean this?” Mr Lovegood retrieves the pendant from under his clothes, holding it up.

“Yes, that exactly.” Harry says, reaching up to touch it.

“What we were wondering was.. well what is it?” Harry asks.

“This is the symbol of the Deathly Hallows ofcourse.” Mr Lovegood states like it is the most obvious thing in the world and your brows furrow in confusion, you glance at Hermione to see a similiar expression plastered across her face.

“The what?” The four of you ask in unison.

“Well, I assume you’re all familiar with the tale of The Three Brothers.” The man states.

You Hermione and Ron nod, but Harry was quick to react oppositely.

“No.” He says.

“Well, I have it here.” Hermione says, flipping through her book before beginning to read the story aloud. It is one you’ve heard multiple times in your childhood but you assumed it to be an old legend, certainly nothing credible enough to have a symbol made after it.

Hermione finishes reading the tale and none of you grew any less confused.

“I’m sorry sir but I still don’t quite understand.” Harry admits for all four of you.

Xenophilius abruptly stands up from his seat, rummaging through his things in the corner but before you could question it he returns with a pecil and a piece of paper, he sits down in the middle so the parchment was visible to all of you.

He began drawing a straight line down the middle of the page.

“The elder wand.” He states.

He resumes, drawing an oval like shape over the wand.

“The resurrection stone.”

He then draws a triangle around the two objects, encapsulating it.

“The cloak of invincibility.” He finally state and your eyebrows raised in shock, you don’t understand how you went your entire life knowing nothing of this.

“Together they make the Deathly Hallows. Together they make one master of death.” Xenophilius states and you couldn’t help the cold chill that runs through you.

“That mark was on the grave in Godric’s Hollow.” Hermione says.

“Mr Lovegood does the Peverell family have anything to do with the Deathly Hallows?” Your girlfriend asks and Xenophilius’ shift in demeanour was sudden, truthfully it was unsettling.

“Ignotus and his brothers Cadmus and Antioch were thought to be the original owners of the Hallows and therefore the inspiration for the story.” He explains, walking past all four of you, avoiding all eye contact and you follow after him, however now remaining at a distance.

He scrambles with the tea kettle, with anything he can find, desperately trying to make himself look busy.

“Ah, but your tea’s gone cold. I’ll be right back.” Mr Lovegood says, quickly disappearing from the room.

You suddenly felt like you’ve overstayed your welcome.

“Let’s get out of here. I’m not drinking anymore of that stuff hot or cold.” You say and Ron nods, agreeing with you.

Your girlfriend was first to make her way down the stairs and the three of you followed suit, once you got to the bottom of it you spot Mr Lovegood by the window staring out into his yard, aimlessly, as he muttered to himself.

The gnawing feeling returns, you know something is really wrong here.

“Thank you, Sir.” Hermione bravely speaks first and he visibly flinches at the sound of her voice.

He turns to look at the four of you with a scattered expression, almost like he had entirely forgotten you were in his home in the first place.

“You forgot the water.” Ron says.

“What?” Mr Lovegood asks.

“For the tea.” You clarify for Ron.

He turns his attention to you, and his hollowed expression shifts into an amused one and you wince.

“Yes, ofcourse, how silly of me.” He says through a fit of giggles.

“It’s alright, Sir. We really should be going.” Harry tries.

“No! You can’t!” Mr Lovegood rushes over to the front door, slamming it shut before barring it with his own body.

You instinctively reach out to grab Hermione’s hand, and she immediately holds onto you tightly.

“Sir?” Harry asks, stepping closer to the man.

In this moment, you didn’t know what to think but you knew what you felt.

You feel it in your arm, as the dark mark begins pulsing uncontrollably for the first time in weeks.

“Hermione, we need to apparate. Now.” You whisper to your girlfriend but she’s not listening.

“You're my only hope.” Xenophilius says, his voice crippled with sadness, with fear.

“They were angry you see. So they took her.. They took my Luna.”

“But it’s really you they want.” Mr Lovegood adds as he traces Harry’s scar with his thumb and your other hand moves to grip Hermione’s arm holding her close.

“Who took her sir?” Harry asks boldly, foolishly.

“Hermione..” You say, trying to get her attention again but it was too late.

Xenophilius speaks the Dark Lord’s name and before any of you can comprehend, the house was shaking uncontrollably as a variety of curses was thrown at you, but your only priority was to protect Hermione.

You ignore the nearly unbearable pain in your arm, crawling towards her, you finally grabbed hold of her again and make a move to apparate but she stops you.

“Wait! Wait for them!” She shouts over the loud crashing as a spell breaks one of the windows next to you.

You almost disobey her request but Harry and Ron get to you just in time, they place their hands over yours and the four of you apparate out of Mr Lovegood’s home, or what’s left of it atleast.

“Treacherous little bleeder. Is there no one we can trust?” Ron says once you’ve arrived back at the forest of dean.

“They kidnapped her because he supported me. He was just desperate.” Harry defends.

You glance over at Hermione and immediately pulled her into an embrace which she reciprocated.

“Are you alright?” You ask, holding her face in your hands.

“Yes, I’m fine.” Hermione assures you but her voice was still trembling from the shock of what just happened.

As it appears, the nightmare was only beginning as you catch a glimpse of a face you really did not want to see, especially not here, not with Hermione.

Scabior and his band of snatchers, standing only a few feet away from the four of you.

You didn’t have a chance to apparate again, your only choice in this moment was to run.

In the midst of it you get separated from Hermione, although you can see her in a distance, fighting the men off the best she could before a spell is thrown in her way which she could just barely deflect.

They have her.

You lose your balance, entirely focused on your girlfriend, you forget how to run with your own two feet.

Now they have you as well.

Greyback has your arms in a death grip. The more you fought to get out of its hold the more it hurt.

You catch a glimpse of Harry next to you and noticed his swollen face.

You were certain that was Hermione’s doing so he remains unrecognisable.

She is brilliant for thinking on her feet but you weren’t sure it would be enough to keep the four of you safe.

“What happened to you ugly?” Scabior asks but Harry remains silent.

“Name?” He tries again.

“Dudley. Vernon Dudley.” Harry answers almost a beat too quick.

“Check it.” He orders and the other snatcher began looking through his log book.

Scabior takes a step closer to Hermione and you begin to feel an intolerable pounding in your head.

“And you lovely, what do they call you?” He asks her, reaching out to touch her hair.

“Penelope Clearwater. Halfblood.” Hermione answers and Scabior doesn’t care enough to listen, instead his face inches closer to hers, much too close, and you watched as your girlfriend winces.

You are overcome with fury and you react quicker than you can think.

“Don’t touch her!” You yell and Scabior snapped his head in your direction.

His face contorts into something else, as if trying to understand where he recognised you from.

You catch the exact moment the realisation graces him and your blood runs cold.

A knowing smirk on his face as he stares at you, before shifting his gaze fleetingly towards Hermione and back to you once more.

“Let go of her.” Scabior says and Greyback does as he’s told immediately releasing you from his grip.

Scabior steps forward, fixing your coat, before running his hands roughly across your shoulders to dust them off.

“Change of plans. We’re not taking this lot to the Ministry.” He says.

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Hey can I request Ron kamaonohashi x reader where the reader is the legit female version of toto?? She's exactly like him pure and navie yet very kind (ISFP lol)

got it!! hope you enjoy!

Ron Kamonohashi x fem!reader

✧naive & kind s/o

✧fluff

-First thing Ron thinks of you is that you remind him of Toto. He can't help that, not when you both act so similarly, being so optimistic that he has to be the realist for the two of you sometimes.

-He treats you similarly to Toto, just a little less of him poking fun at you which is replaced with more affectionate gestures once you're his girlfriend. Not to say that he still doesn't poke fun at you but he tends to lightly tease with his actions now.

-Has a silent laugh to himself when both you and Toto are acting similar during a case. Whether that be running towards the shocked witness or saying the same things.

-There's a little nagging worry in him sometimes that you're too naive for your own good and that he shouldn't be bringing you along on all these M Family cases because what if you become a target? Not likely but Toto got caught in the cross fire so it's possible for you too (purposely..)!

-It's almost comedic that you and Toto have the same reactions to things Ron does. People have probably mistaken you for twins or siblings because you both act so similar even if you look completely different.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

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Hurt- Ron Weasley Part 2

Part One 

Description: After the Yule ball Ron tries his best to make it up to you and try and fix his mistakes. He tries to talk to you but, will you accept his advances and forgive him or will you turn him away, like how he had done to you?

A/N: You guys asked for it so here it is! Part two hehehe. Hopefully, you’ll like it. <3 

Warnings: Mild language, mentions of blood 

Word count: 1.4k

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You planned on staying in your room all night, crying your guts out until you cried yourself dry and fell asleep. But, unexpectedly you heard a quiet voice saying your name, and a knock at the door.

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You did not want to talk to anyone. The pain in your chest made it hard to breathe so how would it be any better if you talked? But, reluctantly, you got up and wiped your face, trying to get the remaining makeup off your face to look somewhat presentable. 

You opened the door and saw a glance of red hair and immediately tried to close the door. Unfortunately, Ron beat you to it as he pushed the door against the weight you were forcing. You glared at him and all he did was stare back. But, you couldn’t help yourself from looking at his engrossing blue eyes. Your mind screamed at you to look away and to shut the door on his hand. 

But your heart yearned for his eyes, and his gaze again. You wanted him to smother you in a bone-crushing hug, to feel his muscles wrap around your waist like how they used to. To smell his cinnamon-scented cologne as you lay in his arms, no worries in the world, just you two. But your pride wouldn’t just let you go back to him, after everything he made you feel? All the hurt, confusion, and pain. You wouldn’t go back to him that easily. 

“Listen, Y/n I just wanna talk to you.” He sounded genuine, and you could hear the softness in his voice. He spoke gently and softly to you as he spoke, almost as if you were a porcelain doll, ready to crumble at the tip of a hat. 

All you did was look at him, your throat still hurt from crying, so you really could not talk right now. He looked at you and all he felt was sorrow. He loved you and he couldn’t believe that he had let his anger and jealousy poor into a relationship he cared for so so much. He hated himself for it and he couldn’t stop thinking about how inconsiderate and indecent he had been to you these last couple of weeks. 

He stared at you trying to figure out the words in his head. He couldn’t compile all his thoughts in his head as he watched you anxiously wait at the door. He knew he didn’t have too much time before you just got tired of him and shut the door in his face. 

“Listen, I just,” He paused, taking in a deep breath and looking you straight in the eye, “I’m sorry.” He couldn’t allow himself to say anymore since he was scared to talk your ear off, but, what he didn’t know is that you would love it if he talked your ear off. You waited for him to say more, and with every second that passed by that he did not say more, you got more and more disappointed. 

“I’m sorry? I’m sorry. That's really all you have to say?” You looked at him with disgust as he just pursed his lips together and looked down. 

“Ron, I’ve been wanting you to talk to me for weeks. You’ve ignored me countless times, and even tried to ask some other girl to the yule ball and never even gave me a glance at the whole night. You only looked at Hermione and Krum dancing together. You only glared at Krum like you were trying to rip his head off with your brain.” You breathlessly waited for any response from Ron, but he just stood there silent. You got even more angry at his unresolved silence, so you huffed and tried to turn back into your room.

Ron quickly grabbed your arm and spun you around, keeping a tight grip on your wrist. He pulled you closer to him and made himself look you in the eyes. He was on the verge of tears at the thought of losing you, he couldn’t fathom it. 

“I’m sorry that I’ve been such an asshole, that I haven’t been here for you, and that I lead you to believe that I love you any less than actually do.” 

You wanted to resist him and pull away. But his touch was so soft and the words coming from his mouth rested over your heart and patched the scratches and tears up one by one. The way he said he loved you made your heart race and you feel so many different things. You had never heard him say that, although he showed it in other ways before, he had never actually told you that he loved you. 

“...And I know that it was and still is not a great excuse but, I do love you more than anything. I just,” He paused for a second to let go of your hand, and to move it up to your waist in an effort to hug you. And, as much as your body screamed no, you just let it happen. 

He embraced you in a warm and tight hug, being weary of your injured hand. He hugged you tightly and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You had missed him so much to the point of it hurting some nights, and to finally be able to have this back, felt so good. 

While still hugging, you mustered up the courage to ask him the question that had been on your mind all evening. 

“Why were you staring at Hermione and Krum like that?” You asked, but then you continued, “And, why didn’t you ask me for the yule ball?” Ron sighed and pulled away from you, hands still firmly gripping your waist and eyes locked with yours.

“Well, I was looking at Hermione and Krum 'cause she never told us she was going with him, she had always complained about Krum while I honestly would’ve loved to talk to him, but seeing her suddenly switch up made me angry.” 

“And, how you didn’t ask me to the yule ball?” 

“That was just because I was being an asshole.” You laughed at the statement and looked back into Ron’s eyes. He was looking at you like you had just won the lottery. The love in his eyes was just utterly unmatched. You could feel the genuine sound dripping from his lips and you, at that moment, felt so much love and compassion coming from him.

“But seriously, Y/n I'm just so sorry. I should've been a better boyfriend, and I’ll try my best from now on okay?” He asked. You placed your hands on either side of his face and kissed his nose. You knew that what he said was true, you knew he would actually try harder. 

“Okay, Ron. I forgive you.” Ron smiled as he hugged you. He squeezed you tightly and breathed in the scent of your perfume as he smiled. He then backed away, taking your hands in his gently and smiling at you.

“I believe I owe you a dance?” 

“Looking like this? Ronald Weasley, you have gone insane! There’s no way I’m going back there.” 

Ron smiled at you as he pulled you closer to him, then stepped away, and pulled you back to him once more. 

“I meant right here.” You laughed as he spun you around, and continued to slow dance with you around your room for what felt like hours. You laughed as he suddenly came to halt and looked into your eyes. 

“I love you Y/n. More than anything.” 

“I love you too Ron. More than anything.” You smiled as he leaned in and pressed a long-awaited kiss to your lips. You felt the shocks of electricity go through your body as he gripped at your lower back, trying to pull you closer to him. 

As of right now, you felt safe in Ron’s arms. Feeling the shine of the moonlight coat your faces as you swayed along to the distant music of the ball. You exchanged quick kisses once and a while, and this lasted until you both ended up in Ron’s bed at his dorm. You both felt so safe and so comfortable. You had wished for this to happen again for weeks, and now that you finally had it you were not going to let it go. The pain from both your hand and your heart subsided as Ron held you close to him, there was no hurt in the world that could overcome this feeling right now.

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Winter Soup

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 14

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Ron Weasley x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 729

Warnings: Just yummy fluff!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Winter Soup

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It was the first day of Christmas break, and I was spending the holidays with the Weasleys at The Burrow. Snow dusted the crooked rooftops, and the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, making the house feel cozier than usual. I was both excited and nervous as I looked around the warm chaos of the Weasley family home, filled with laughter and holiday decorations. 

Mrs. Weasley bustled about the kitchen, pulling out ingredients and muttering to herself as she planned dinner. The Weasley’s Christmas Eve feast was known to be a special occasion, filled with hearty food, warmth, and more than a little magic. I offered to help and Mrs. Weasley’s face lit up. 

“Oh, that would be wonderful, dear! Why don’t you join me in making a nice winter soup?” Mrs. Weasley said, her eyes twinkling. 

“It's the perfect thing to make on a chilly evening like this. We’ve got lots of mouths to feed, and this’ll warm everyone up!” I nodded eagerly, stepping into the kitchen, rolling up my sleeves, and trying on an apron. I wasn’t much of a cook myself, but Mrs. Weasley’s excitement was contagious and I was determined to do my best. Mrs. Weasley started chopping vegetables with a quick flick of her wand. Carrots, parsnips, and potatoes tumbled into the pot. I was given the task of stirring the broth by hand, enjoying the earthy, comforting scent as it filled the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley continued adding spices to the pot, sparkling in a dash of thyme and a pinch of nutmeg, muttering under her breath about each ingredient's ‘warming properties’ as she went. She showed me how to season the soup with just the right amount of salt and pepper, adding a few magical herbs that they grew in their garden. 

“Cooking is a bit like brewing potions, really.” She said as she adjusted the flame beneath the pot with a tap of her wand. 

“It takes patience, a little care, and a lot of love.” She winked, patting me on the shoulder. 

“And trust me, no one will ever go hungry ‘round here, especially at Christmas. I smiled, feeling myself relax into the rhythm of stirring and tasting. I marveled at how much warmth Mrs. Weasley seemed to pour into every step. Soon, the soup began to simmer, filling the room with a savory, comforting aroma. The kitchen grew cozy, bathed in the light from the fireplace, and I found myself chatting easily with Mrs. Weasley. She told me stories of Ron’s childhood that made me laugh and feel even closer to him. 

Ron wandered into the kitchen, peeking over my shoulder with a grin. 

“Hey, smells good in here.” He said, leaning in for a quick kiss on my cheek before stealing a piece of bread from the counter. 

“Ron, get out of here and wait with everyone else!” Mrs. Weasley chided, swatting at him with a dish towel, though she was smiling. 

“Can’t blame me for wanting a taste of Y/N’s cooking.” Ron teased, sending me a wink before retreating to the living room with a loaf of bread under his arm. 

Once the soup was ready, Mrs. Weasley and I ladled it into large, steaming bowls and carried them out to the dining table. The rest of the family, along with Harry and Hermione, gathered, taking their seats as everyone dug in, the room filled with the sounds of laughter and stories, the soup warming everyone to their toes. 

Later that evening, after the dishes were cleared, Mrs. Weasley pulled me aside to say what a lovely job I’d done. I felt a warm glow in my chest, I was beginning to feel like part of the family. Embraced by their kindness and warmth, I knew this was a Christmas I would cherish forever. 

After everyone had gone to bed, Ron and I stayed up a little longer, watching the snow fall softly outside the window, a comfortable silence settling between us. He slipped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. 

“You fit right in here, you know. Mum already adores you, and she’s right, you make a mean winter soup.” He whispered, smiling. I leaned into him, a soft smile playing on my lips. 

“I think I love it here, too.” I muttered, feeling at home in the warmth of the Weasley family.

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[pixiesndberries]

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 , 𝐡. 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

harry potter x slytherin-fem!reader (angst ?)

─ you don't know what have gotten to this man , you guys are doing alright then suddenly he asked you ;

"maybe we should end things." you were staggering of what you heard , absolutely dumbfounded of what this man just have said. You don't know what to say , "pardon ─ potter ?" he knew this was bad but for his own reasons this needed to happen , base on your reaction he knew this wouldn't go good. "im sorry i─ i just" he don't know what to say either because of your reaction , you were near crying for god sakes and he doesn't want to see you cry. "don't cry oh ─ (y/n) please ─" he was trying to held you but you pushed him away , don't cry ? what reaction does he want me to have ? Be happy ? you thought. "god potter what has gone to your head !" You pushed him hard quickly running away after leaving harry in his place standing frozen.

"that's ridiculous !" your friend caroline said , you were crying hell at the dormitory since earlier ─ you didn't even attended the few class because you're gonna see him there and for god sakes you don't wanna see him yet. "look he isn't gonna do that without a reason right ?" your other friend lucy sighed tapping your back to cheer you up at least. "look (y/n) i heard a rumor that ─" " shush !" millicent stopped before caroline could finish her words. " No , what is it ?" you asked looking at them , they looked concerned at you well the 'rumors' are indeed concerning especially it could be connected to your recent problem. "forget about it (y/n) it's just a rumo─" "harry kissed cho , the ravenclaw girl" everyone in the circle was shocked , pancy stated what needs to be know by you. "pansy !" millicent hissed "she has the rights to know that , she was his girlfriend c'mon Millicent no one likes to not know that their boyfriend is cheating on them !" pansy replied. This is enough you were staggering of what is happening today. You stood up from the circle and walked away even tho your friends keep calling you out.

You wished this day never happened. You flopped into the bed not feeling anything like you didn't just cried for four hours straight.

─ Not so long , you forgot about him already not completely but you focused better than before. Even tho you saw him somewhere near you , you don't pretty much bother now. You aren't around so much with gryffindors now too which leads Hermione and Ron in confusion what's with you and harry. Few weeks ago you were just with harry walking in the hallway now ? You were nowhere to be found so close to him. "So , harry.." hermione and ron thought this was the great chance to ask about you guys. Harry looked both at his best friend waiting for them to say what they are about to say , "you and .. (y/n) ?" ron asked making harry blink and gulp not knowing what to answer to ron's question. "uhm─ i.." he doesn't know where to start , "still together ?" hermione went straight forward to his question. "i- i don't know" harry replied absolutely feeling dumbfounded. It only means one thing for both hermione and ron , everything is over.

"for atleast what reason harry ?" hermione sighed pushing the fork into the fruit in her plate , ron looking at harry while chewing his food. "i don't want her to get hurt.." that's all he could say , "for what ? Kissing uh y'know" ron smiled awkwardly trying to give idea to harry's reply. Hermione quickly getting it "you did not , that was real ?!" she hissed raising from her seat making almost everyone's eyes turn to her "bloody hell hermione calm down" ron whispered trying to pull hermione back down into her chair. Hermione sighed and sat back down , "it's not just that" harry added as his eyes turn it's way to you ; you were laughing with your friends at the table , you were near blaise who was rumoured to have a crush on you. You were gorgeous than ever , your sweet smile ; voice and eyes.

"i.. want to keep her safe to whatever happens , danger is always near me like in the past few years and i don't want her to be harmed , and this could be the time she could find someone else better than me." he explained with a little shaky voice as if he was about to cry just speaking about it , your are so important to him like he was the last missing piece of his life that he could ever asked for. But you need to understand that you need to be in the right place , where there's no harm and no danger surrounding you. This is the only way he could protect you among from the dangers about to come in his life.

"but what does this gotta do with you kissing ─" "ron. Seriously ?" hermione threatend ron with the fork making ron move back , harry was having his moment. "look harry , if you really think that you should have confronted her !" hermione spoke "i tried but , i can't say it and she ran away- it didn't go as plan" harry explained looking back at them now "because you can't do it , you're pushing yourself into something you don't agree either. You are hurting the both of you" hermione stated with her arms crossed trying to push harry realize things. "go apologize to her , especially you kissing cho." hermione sighed , ron trying to his best not to laugh at the whole harry kissing cho thing. "I don't know what got to me to do that" harry stated "love potion for sure." "Ron i swear to the damn wizards-"

now harry was just planning how would he approach you , it's late night and he could not stop thinking how would he start a conversation with you after the last encounter of you an him had. He couldn't even lock an eye contact with you in the hallway when you look back in his eyes. "How would i apologize like hermione said ?" he spoke to himself like a damn idiot. He was practicing as if he's about to have an important speech tomorrow ; "hi (y/n) good day uh can we talk ? I want to say sorry" he spoke infront of the mirror. He looks stupid , harry himself thought of that too. He sounds like a random dude who was payed to say sorry , he's trying his best to make everything okay even if.. you don't forgive him , or even "-if she doesn't wanna be with me anymore." he said to himself feeling his chest tighten , he was just imagining it. He can't imagine you fully disappearing to his life , you only being a memory. God all he can feel is pain. Maybe if he wasn't stupid enough to kiss cho , to feel worthless to you this wouldn't happen and he wouldn't have hurt you this bad. Tears where flooding now , should he even confront you tomorrow ?

─ harry quietly stood in the hallway with ron , they were waiting for hermione who isn't here yet. "why is hermione taking so long to come ?" harry asked scratching his head , "i- i don't know either , she's definitely finding something in the library again or probably- beated malfoy's ass" ron laughed making harry laugh as well. Harry sighed and lean his head on the wall closing his eyes , taking deep breathes. "Bloody hell , is that (y/n) ?!" Ron quickly reacted in disbelief making harry's eyes wide open , you were with hermione walking. You look like you were disagreeing to come but , everyone is scared hermione granger so what could you do ? Harry was staggering not knowing what to do , and there's ron who was already day dreaming what could happen. "Goodluck harry." That's all he could say , he knew he would have a friend who needed to be comforted later. "Hi boys !" Hermione greeted , "hi ron" you smiled awkwardly. "I guess there is an important thing to be talked about here , c'mon ron" hermione quickly took ron's arms and drag him out of the circle.

"sorry about─ hermione." he was speechless but decided to speak at least few words just so things wouldn't be awkward. "it's fine , it happens.." you smiled "well uh hermione said you wanted to confront me so i─ uh im here now maybe this is a great time." you spoke confidently but deep inside ; you were so happy to see him and if there's only a chance you wished you could hug him right now. "can we go somewhere more private ?" he asked with a deep breath , you nodded as a reply.

"so uh.. tell me" you spoke looking at him eye to eye , his brown eyes god- they are your weakness but you are hiding them because you believe that you are over him already and this is the closure you wanted right ? so then this is it. Take it. "i.." all the words he practiced last night was suddenly gone , he couldn't even spoke a letter to start to. "Harry , if you are forced to do this─" "im sorry for that day (y/n) that wasn't my intention , i just want to properly explain it to you that , i wasn't doing that because i just wanted to but.." he paused for a moment looking deeply t your eyes. "bu- but ?" you whispered gulping. "I've said that because.. i.. i just wanted you to be safe from all the danger i was carrying with me and i want you somewhere safer , i don't want you to be harmed (y/n) you are everything i could asked for and i don't wanna ever lost you ." he spoke , he said what he needed to be said from his heart and head. "and you truly deserve someone better." he added. "harry james potter. You are all i need , if there's a danger im going with you , maybe i am safe but what about you ? If there's is a safe space i could be , it was in your presence potter. And if i deserve someone better it's you." you replied as tears started to appear in your eyes , slowly streaking down into your cold cheeks. "but , cara mia potter.. if i was indeed important to you why.. why would you kiss cho?" harry doing that is unforgivable. "Harry i understand you but i don't think i could forgive you , but i guess this is the closure we both need. It was a great time being with you." You loved him and this was against your will but he needed to realize what he did absolutely destroyed you. "I understand (y/n) , thank you for taking your time with me , please take.. take care of yourself" harry spoke trying not to cry as well. His hands interact with yours , "if i could apologise in thousand ways i would do it , im sorry (y/n)" he couldn't take it anymore , you guys are sharing pain right now. He cried holding your hands and as much as you want to take your hands away you can't. For the last time you wanted to feel this. He slowly pulled you into his arms , and you quickly dropped your things and hugged him so tightly. Harry did the same thing.

If he could love you again , he would have loved you right.

[panandinpain0]

HERE ARE SOME MEMES

@mailmango

I've made some for stuff I haven't written yet, so I'll put those out after, but these are all for Ron x Male!Ravenclaw!Granger!Reader (I really need a title for that series)

months before Ron and (Y/N) kissed ^

3 AM Gryffindor common room after the kiss ^

It took him a while, but he got there (it took him even longer to do something about it)

(let me know if you liked this cuz I've been giggling in the dark of my room alone)

[hurlingsupport]

If you write for Rob Staedler, can you do romantic headcanons where gn!reader is like the token "yes-man" of the Illuminati?

Sure thing! I'm definitely late on doing requests, so sorry about the wait—but here it is!! A bit angsty ngl, but I hope you enjoy this either way!

"Run Away" (Ron Staedtler x Yes-Man! Gender Neutral Reader Headcanons)

To start off, I think Ron would make a bad first impression with the reader, regardless of them being a Yes-man sort of person.

As stated in the Rontagion episode, Ron commonly makes bad first impressions. You can see this in his character introduction, as well as when Reagan introduces him to Brett and the others.

So, with that in mind, a Yes-man! reader would probably act nice towards Ron while still holding dislike towards him.

Despite this, I feel like a situation would come up where their dislike is mentioned, and while the reader hurriedly tries to cover it up, they're surprised by Ron's acceptance of it.

Of course, you're offput by his acceptance of it. Perhaps the reader has a need for everybody to like them similar to how Brett does, which makes them admire Ron for his nonchalantness.

Because of this, you might make friends with Ron right then and there, putting the bad first impression behind you.

If that does happen, I think Ron would find some sort of solace with you in the Illuminati. And when the two of you get closer, he would express his regrets of joining and how his job torments him.

In this case, I think the reader would encourage him to leave; even if it meant never seeing him again.

Following the storyline of Ron meeting Reagan, I think the plot would be generally the same. Only Ron doesn't hook up with Reagan at the end of the night.

It just doesn't feel right, and he can't understand why. At least until he sees you again at work the next day.

Still having not left the Illuminati despite your endeavors, he would hang around you more often. He feels... happier around you.

Just being around you brings his spirit up, and the fact that you're encouraging him to leave for his own good goes straight to his heart.

At some point, I think he might confess on a particularly bad night. Maybe his subject's memories really got to him, and he just couldn't handle it.

He'd beg you to run away with him, to leave the Illuminati behind and make new lives for each other.

But with his tearful eyes and his frantic breathing, the reader is well aware that he's not thinking straight. And while a Yes-man! reader would vigorously encourage Ron to leave, I think they would have trouble leaving themselves.

So, without denying his pleads, they'd simply hold him close. Listening as he whispers how much he appreciates them and how he couldn't stand to lose them to this hellish company.

"I love you. So, so much."

It'll come out quietly, and the only indication that he said it is the feeling of his breath against your ear. Shivering slightly, you'll only hold him tighter.

And perhaps when he's thinking more clearly, he'll realize it's hopeless to try and leave such a life behind. But until then, you'll hold him as he confesses every little worry he has. And you'll happily allow him to believe there will ever be a future for the two of you.

[btsbabe7]

November Prompt 15: Cider

Words: 483 | Pairing: Ron Weasley x reader

After a long first day at the Ministry, you sit curled up on the old brown sofa in Ron’s apartment. He stands in the adjoining kitchen brewing up hot cider for the two of you like you did every night.

“How was it?” He inquires while meeting you at the edge of the couch with two steaming mugs in hand. “Your first day? Who’d you get to work for?”

You carefully grab the cup and he settles next to you with a grin. You swallow hard, knowing the smile will be wiped clean once you out who you’ve been assigned to. You take in a deep breath before spilling.

“I got assigned to Lucius Malfoy,” you groan, taking a long, burning swig of your fresh cider immediately after.

Peeking over the steam of your cup, you can see the grin disappear as you had anticipated.

“Lucius Malfoy!?” He spat. “Bloody hell! They couldn’t assign you to anyone else? They had to give my girlfriend the worst boss in existence?”

“Ron,” you breathe and gently rub his shoulder. “Today was fine. He wasn’t as bad as I expected him to be.”

He raises a brow.

“What do you mean?”

You fall silent for a moment, knowing to pick your words wisely. The Malfoys and The Weasleys had long unspoken family drama amongst themselves for years. Lucius had been so egotistic and prideful and Arthur was too kind and mature to drabble in the unnecessary drama of the upper class, but somehow it still brewed between them.

“He explained everything to me and let me work in peace. If I asked something, he didn’t grumble or complain. And we all know he loves to complain…”

“Bloody hell,” he mutters. “I guess you got lucky without the Weasley surname and looks. Good for you.”

“Ronald…”

He lets out an exaggerated scoff before taking a sip of his own cider, then placing the mug on the table.

“Let’s talk about something else? Maybe watch something?”

You hadn’t even had a chance to ask about his day, but you only nod and place your own mug on the table in front of you as he had. Ron pulls you closer so you know that it’s not you he’s upset with, but the Ministry’s poor choice in judgment.

You grab the homemade quilt his mother weaved months ago and toss it over the both of you until you’re nice and cozy. His shirt smells of the fresh apples and cinnamon he used to make the cider. And Merlin, does it smell amazing.

He’d turns something on and starts watching mindlessly as you watch the steam curl from the mugs and disappear in the air. Your mind is full of thoughts and words unspoken, but all you can think of is how you shouldn’t have mentioned Lucius at all, and how over tomorrow’s cider, you’ll ask about Ron’s day instead.

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[sarahlupin-black]

guys, i know wolfstar daughter is shipped with fred or neville but because ron is my lil cutie i wanna write for him.

[cantdothis-nomore]

Hermione, Harry, Ron, Luna, Dating a Muggle Reader

LOVE HARRY POTTER <3333

I do imagine this as mostly a female reader to me but I don't really liem including pronouns in my work unless it is specifically requested so think of the reader in any gender you like!

Hermione

-I imagine she'd be quite chill about it, being a muggle born and all and would it would be a very normal relationship apart from her going to hogwarts and you going to a muggle school

-She'd probably try and hide her other life and stuff like that from you at first but the pressure would be too much for her and she'd break the first or second time you asked her about it

-She'd really need someone to rely on who wasn't harry or Ron or a total nut job *cough*(Fred and George) *cough*

-After telling you and you somehow managing to get over the initial shock she'd probably take you to the burrow to meet the weasleys and Harry

-I imagine you'd already know her parents if you grew up in the same village so you'd already be familiar with all her habits and how she reacts when something is wrong

-Even though you don't understand most of what she's saying you try and be there for her and get her to teach you more about the wizarding world and if she was in a good mood you'd probably be able to convince her to take you to diagon ally (which definitely did not result you passing out in excitement)

-What she loves about you is that you wouldn't judge her for how she knows so much and how much she studies and likes to be prepared because she is how she is and there's really nothing you can do to change that and why bother really🤷‍♀️

- Once the war came around she'd try and distance herself from you in an attempt to keep you safe which is something you'd shut down immediately and letting her know you could hold your own despite being a muggle

-Honestly she'd really really love having something normal to focus on and somebody to talk to who wouldn't judge her and help her escape life when she was sad or anxious and just plain out be there for her whenever something came up

-But yeah you would literally be her fav person ever, cuz ur special <3

Harry

-You would probably meet harry through the Dursleys and seeing how they mistreated him and offering him to come and hang out with you whenever he was about

-After harry started hogwarts would probably be the trigger of him knowing/realising he liked you after being away from you for so long

-He'd write you tons and tons of letters after you two got together, him keeping up to date with you and you keeping up to date with him

-He'd absolutely adore having something normal in his life to come back to after the school term and probably use his time with you as an escape from the Dursleys

-After being taken to the weasleys he'd probably write to you to ask if you wanted to meet his friends (after monthssss of internal debate) but still unsure about it because of obviously him being a wizard

-Speaking of being a wizard harry would probably try and ease you into the fact of him being a wizard as not to scare you away

-You weren't particularly bothered it was just weird knowing the person you grew up with wasn't really him after all but you got over it quickly

-Meeting hermione and Ron wasn't really that big of a deal, ron would probably be pretty weirded out that the chosen one was dating a muggle but warmed up to you pretty soon after realising you weren't a threat or weird. Hermione was most likely just overjoyed to have another girl around let alone a muggle who she could finally talk to about normal things instead of nobody knowing what she was talking about when she said something.

-When the war rolled around harry broke up with you claiming it would keep you safer, which was a massive lie, and only upsetting you further

-you would be the only thing on his mind 24/7, repeatedly wondering what you were doing at that moment as a form of comfort

-when the war was over you'd be the first person he would go and find.

-There would be alot of crying from both of you after explaining and being away from each other for longer then you ever had been before

-After that he would be by your side everywhere you went not wanting to go through what he went through twice after realising that you were literally the best thing that ever happened to him

-This man adores you istg, someone brings up a conversation about you? He would talk their ear off for hours on end if he could about how absolutely perfect you are and how much he loves you <3

Ron

-You'd probably have to be one of hermiones muggle friends or one of Harry's childhood friends to be able to meet ron but most likely one of hermiones friends

-Hermione would probably mention him in one of your letters and spark your interest as she never mentioned one of her friends before

-After that you guys would probably owl each other back and forth everytime you could about how your day went, what you'd been doing and all that

-Hermione would most likely make you meet up with him at some point after you accidently may or may not of spilled the fact you liked him which obviously got spilled immediately to ron

-After meeting each other at some weird spot because of hermione, and him spilling the fact he's a wizard you guys were closer then ever before and giving daily updates and checking in to make sure the other was ok

-You'd be scared about meeting his parents but honestly it seems like mrs weasley would love you more then her own son and Mr weasley would probably be talking your ears off about different muggle items to which you would happily explain them to him

-His family would love you and so would he, harry and hermione would love having you around as a normal aspect in their lives and treat you like a sister because of how close you all were

-Overall he would love you so much and so would his family, you leave him and he would be depressed for years because of how important you are to him. He loves you through everything and anything despite all insecuritys and scars he loves you for who you are <33

Luna

- Luna would probs creep you out a bit upon first greeting

-Her dad would probably be friends with yours and so you two would be quite close

-Don't get me wrong, to you she was hella confusing but that's just another thing you loved her for

-When her mum died you tried your best to be there for her whenever she needed it and just be a safe place for her to talk about how she feels and really whatever she wants

-When she goes off to hogwarts it does make you sad but you are already aware of its existence because you grew up with luna despite being a muggle.

-You guys would owl back and forth and she'd talk to you about when people were mean to her or about the little creatures she sees floating around peoples heads

-She tells you about people calling her loony lovegood which upsets you, just because luna likes to daydream and is a little different does not mean that she's loony

-Whenever she comes home for the holidays you two are around each other as much as possible

-Her love language is gift giving so when she comes back you two tend to swap gifts and little trinkets you found/bought for the other person

-She'd love you more then anyone else in the world, apart from her dad, and you'd be one if the most important people in her life and if you ever broke up with her she would never get over it because you are literally the light of her life and the thing that keeps her going <3

I HOPE YOY LIKED IT <333 TYSM FOR REQUESTING <3