#there i think i covered every ron name lol

[jackieshaunanat]

I had a dream that Brett saw how miserable Reagan was post-Appleton and went behind her back on a solo mission to find Ron and get his memories back and reunite them and it was full of Brett doing a bad job at hiding his plan from Reagan but she was so overworked and busy that she never noticed and also it was FULL of tension filled awkward moments between Brett & Ron like bed sharing and unironically saying "no homo" with nervous laughter

[weirdsht]

Longing - LoTCF & Molan! Reader

notes: There's so much I want to include here but it's so long already... I might make a part 2. Also I woke up and decided to change the way I address reader lol. I used to use _____ because it was easier to type but I've decided to go for aesthetics now (disillusioned will still have the same format though so readers won't be shocked with the change).

tags: female reader, death, blood, injuries, angst(?), hurt/comfort

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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[Name] Molan was about to fall asleep when intruders suddenly infiltrated the Molan Estate.

“...Mom I’m scared.”

The 5-year-old clutched her mother’s skirt. Screaming and clashing of weapons can be heard throughout the house.

Her mother said nothing at first. Opting to get her greatsword from underneath the child’s bed first.

“Baby you started learning stealth techniques with your brother right?”

[Name] nodded as she felt her mother squeeze her hand.

“Remember what Dad taught you okay? You might have to use it tonight. Think of it as an exercise to see how well you’ve learned.”

The situation is scary, but despite that [name] feels calm because her mother is smiling at her.

But that doesn’t stop her hand from shaking as she hears their family members’ screams.

Slowly, the mother-daughter duo slithered out of the bedroom. Their main goal is to find Ron and Beacrox before escaping the estate.

Run, hide, roll over, they did everything just to avoid the eyes of the masked people attacking their estate. As they run away corpses of their family members and servants can be seen everywhere they go. The stench of their blood overtook [name]’s senses making her want to puke.

Everything seemed to be going well at first. However, they have been discovered after a few minutes of sneaking around. It was inevitable. With every corner being surrounded by those mysterious people massacring the Molans.

“[NAME]!”

[Name]’s mother just hadn’t expected one of those bastard’s swords to pierce the child’s chest instead.

The Molan Mistress was surrounded. She was trying her best to fend off everyone who dared to hurt her child.

But her efforts weren’t enough.

One of the enemies still managed to slip past her greatsword.

At that moment Beacrox, her first child, entered the room they were in. His eyes were shaking along with his legs as he ran to hide behind her mother.

“Beacrox take care of your sister.”

Her voice was calm. Fitting as the wife of the Molan Patriarch. Her hand tightly clenched on her greatsword. Eyes fierce, their gaze holds a promise of protecting her children.

Meanwhile, Beacrox sat on the ground. His arms cradled his baby sister while also trying to apply pressure to where she was hurt.

“Orabeoni… it hurts… it really hurts…”

“Just hold on a little longer. Father will get here soon.”

Beacrox’s hands are covered in blood. [Name]’s blood. No matter how hard he tries he can’t stop the bleeding. He can’t stop his younger sister’s body from going cold.

“Orabeoni… Orabeoni…”

[Name] tried to lift her small hands, but was too weak to do so. Beacrox shushed her, reassuring her that she’d be fine. That she’ll make it through the night. That they’ll get out of here alive.

She has to. Beacrox doesn’t think he’ll ever be the same if his baby sister dies here.

“I’m scared… Everything hurts.”

Beacrox is scared too. Scared of the copious amounts of blood escaping her little body. Scared of her body slowly becoming colder as the seconds fly by. Scared of her eyes that are slowly fluttering themself close.

“Hey, hey, you can’t sleep yet. We have to wait for Father first okay?”

Despite all of those things, the Molan heir stood strong. He has to. He needs to be strong enough for the two of them.

[Name] tries hard to follow her brother’s orders. However, the task starts to feel impossible to accomplish as time goes on. Sleep tempts her, tells her that if she closes her eyes the pain will disappear.

Her surroundings became more and more hazy and her family's voices grew quieter until she couldn’t hear them anymore. She was fighting to stay awake despite her body desperately shutting down.

“Dad…”

She mumbles as she sees a blur of a person that she thinks she recognizes as her father. 

“It’s okay. Everything is okay now. We’ll get out of here.”

Ron tries to reassure the girl but she can’t hear him anymore. He pressed his fingers on her pulse desperately trying to find one. Once he found it he asked his son to monitor the pulse as he aides his wife.

Bathump

“Baby stay with me. Dad’s here now. Dad will get you out of here.”

Thump

“[Name] you can’t close your eyes. Beacrox try to keep her eyes open!”

thump

“Mom! Dad! I- I can’t! I can barely feel her pulse. She’s also not breathing anymore!”

…thump

“Run. I’ll handle it here. Go with your father!”

“But what about [name]???”

“...It’s too late for her…”

…thum…

…

Only then did Beacrox let go of [name]’s wrist. Even after removing his hand, he felt like he could still hear it.

Her last pulse.

The feeling of it lingered in Beacrox’s hand. He clenches and lets go of his hand, but still…

Still, he could feel it.

Even as he runs away while looking at his father’s back. Even decades later when his serving the Henituse family as a chef. 

That feeling never goes away.

Meanwhile, the one left at the Molan Estate is still fighting. Desperately fighting the intruders with all her might.

She knows she’s outnumbered. She knows that she will die at their hands. She knows she has no fighting chance.

But still, she fights.

In hopes of buying her husband and her son time. In hopes of letting them escape and live to see another day.

And as she expected, she didn’t last long. After a few minutes of swinging her greatsword, he had finally succumbed to her wounds. Her body fell on the ground of what used to be their home. Of what used to be a safe space for her and her family.

Luckily, they left her alone after that. Figuring that she’ll die on her own either way. It gave her a chance to crawl over to her daughter. Gave her the chance to hug her one last time before her inevitable doom.

[Name]’s body was still bleeding. It had slowed down considerably thanks to Beacrox’s efforts but it was still bleeding. But her mother didn’t mind. She didn’t mind the puddle of blood gathering underneath her daughter’s body.

She just wants to hug her child one last time.

That’s why she ignored everything. The sticky blood, [name]’s cold body, her own ragged breathing. She ignored all of it and imagined that they were back in her daughter’s room. That she’s just hugging her daughter to sleep after telling her a bedtime story.

…thump

Ron’s wife wasn’t sure if she heard that right.

…thump …thump

She pressed her ears closer to [name]’s heart and heard the faintest of pulse. It was almost nonexistent. 

But it meant that there was still hope for her daughter.

Gathering her strength. She draped over her body on top of her daughter. This effectively hid her and put pressure on her wound.

She didn’t know if her daughter would survive. But she knows that she won't. This is her last ditch effort to make her daughter live. The only thing she can do with her dying body.

Kissing the crown of her sweet baby’s head for one last time, she let her body finally succumb to its wounds after fighting for so long.

Gasp!

[Name] gasped awake from her sleep as she dreamed of that night again. It’s been a few years since then. She has somehow managed to escape with her limited stealth skills at that time. Managed to go outside the borders of the Molden Kingdom in order to live.

For the first few years, she had to live on the streets. It was a sudden change. From having her own room and servants to barely eating one day a meal. But still, she persevered. It’s what her mother would have wanted.

She has nothing on her except the clothes on her back. She can’t even use her real name anymore for fear that someone will recognize it. 

However, she did have her father’s teachings.

It may not have been much as she was just starting out before their family fell apart. But she still practised them every chance she got. Tries to expand what she knows by remembering what she has read and her experience while living on the streets.

“You’re already taking another job? Go out and play or something! You’re too young to be taking job after job!”

Her hard work paid off in the form of her being a mercenary. She used her skills and wits to qualify for such a dangerous job. In turn, she became a full pledge mercenary at the young age of 12.

Every mission was life-threatening. She never knows if a mission is going to be her last one. But it puts a roof over her head and a warm meal on her plate.

“Nalom, why do you take so many jobs? You already have enough money to last you for at least 3 months.”

One of the mercenaries ruffled her hair but she ignored it. Focusing her attention on the name she was called.

Nalom…

The opposite of Molan.

Cheesy. She knows it was cheesy to make her alias just the reverse spelling of her last name. But she feels like she will inevitably forget her real name if she doesn’t do it.

She might have lost everything that night but she promised herself that she’ll take revenge one day. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, she will get it done.

Hence why she takes job after job. Honing her skills and pushing her limits. Trying to discreetly sniff out any information about the secret organization that attacked the Molans.

“Bud I heard we’re going on a war with Arm?“

The now 27-year-old [name] sneaked behind Bud.

“Nalom! How many times do I have to keep telling you that you’ll give me a heart attack if you keep sneaking up on me like that?”

[Name] ignored the Mercenary King holding onto his chest as she waited for an answer.

“Yes, the veterans will attack their secret base in a few days.”

“I’m included right?”

Bud Illis looks at her as if she’s joking.

“Of course you are. You’ve been here for 15 years. There’s no way you’re not a veteran.”

Good.

That way she’ll finally get her revenge.

“By the way. Is the investigation about our first base done yet?”

[Name] could see Bud’s shoulder tense at the question. She honestly didn’t care much. It was devastating that it had been blown up and the directory is now gone but it’s not like anyone from their side died. So it’s not her problem.

Well at first at least.

Until she heard the rumours that the one who attacked the directory was Molan’s last patriarch.

“Not yet. I wasn’t there when it happened and we’re putting all our efforts into the upcoming attack that’s why the investigation is taking longer.”

She could sense that Bud was only telling half the truth but she let it go.

“Say Nalom, did you learn your stealth techniques from someone?“

The Mercenary King asked just as she was about to go out of his office.

“No, I learned during my time living on the streets.”

A half-life. It was only fair since Bud also lied to her.

With that [name] closed the door behind her making her unable to hear the conversation that happened in her absence.

“Her techniques feel similar to Patriarch-nim…”

Bud mumbled under his breath once the stealthy mercenary was gone.

“It’s different but their foundations are similar.”

Glenn agreed from the couch. Both of them wondered if there was a chance that Nalom was somehow connected to the Molans.

“Where’s the kid?”

One of the mercenaries asked as they prepared to attack Arm’s secret base.

“I don’t know, you know how Nalom is. I’m sure she’ll be fine.”

Another mercenary reassured the guy.

“Nalom? Who’s that?”

Cale asked Bud who was also trying to look for the missing mercenary.

“She’s our youngest veteran, only 27-years-old. But she’s the best among the mercenaries when it comes to stealth.”

Bud checked one last corner before sighing and giving up.

“She was here just a second ago… Well, it’s not like she can’t handle herself. But she has never gone on her own during large-scale attacks.”

The Mercenary King decided to trust the missing mercenary and continued with the original plan.

“Who goes there!?”

Beacrox hears a familiar yet foreign voice ask him as he dodges a flying dagger.

“I should be the one asking you…”

Brown hair that was the same shade as his own greeted him. Her one hand preparing to throw another dagger while her other hand was clutching on a flag that had been drawn on.

22 years. It has been 22 years since he last saw his little sister. His last memory of her was her body growing colder in his arms as he felt her pulse slowly stop.

Even today he could still feel her pulse linger in his hands.

“[Name].”

Beacrox called out. If only he knew that it was the first time in 22 years since anyone had called [name] by that name. 

He could see the mercenary stop in her tracks. Her arm lowered as she processed his voice and the name he called her.

“Orabeoni?”

She asked and Beacrox nodded. Yes, it’s him. It’s her orabeoni. 

[Name] slowly walked towards him. Her steps slow and staggering. Almost falling in his arms once she was close enough.

“It’s you. It’s really you. You’re alive.”

She cried in Beacrox's arms and for one he didn’t mind that his clothes were being tainted. He’ll take as much dirt as he needs as long as he can hug his sister in his arms.

Bathump. Bathump.

Instinctively his hand reached out to her wrist. The same wrist he held onto that night. But unlike that time, her pulse is loud and clear. Full of vitality.

Alive

“What’s taking you so long? I thought you were going to check out who was sneaking around your sister’s room?”

Ron’s voice echoed through the halls as he walked closer to where the siblings were.

“Dad’s alive? It was really Dad who blew up the first mercenary base?”

[Name] heard her brother hummed in affirmation. His chest vibrates against her cheek as they are still hugging each other.

Ron’s footsteps were silent but [name] could sense that he was close. Letting go of the hug, she stepped outside of her room to greet him.

They didn’t say anything. They don’t need to. 

For Ron will be able to recognize his daughter anywhere.

That’s why he didn’t say anything and just accepted his running daughter with open arms. Hugging her tightly, as if trying to make up for the two decades they have been apart.

“Dad I was so lonely. I was so scared.”

She confided in her dad. The veteran mercenary who’s the best in stealth and wields double daggers is gone. In the arms of her dad, she’s simply [Name] Molan. She’s just the daughter he loves. 

The daughter he thought he lost.

“It’s fine now. Everything is fine. You can tell your dad everything that happened.”

Ron stroked his daughter’s hair. His hands shaking ever so slightly.

Tears gathered in his eyes but only Beacrox noticed them. 

The chef said nothing about his father’s vulnerability. He stayed silent even when a lone tear managed to escape his father’s eyes.

His strong father. The same one who bulldozed through everything just to keep him alive. The same father who worked hard to train him while discreetly investigating the organization that attacked them. His father showed no weakness.

That same father of his has been overcome by emotion.

And Beacrox can’t say anything about it for he was the same.

[jamboreeofsurprises]

i had just, the most incredible and visual dream last night and i really dont want the imagery i experienced from it to fade. hopefully typing a written record about it will at least refresh my memory of it any time i return to it.

so, i was in a crummy motel with my aunt and grandma, i was sleeping in as it was early morning but i heard faint traces of what was on the tv. lots of people performing songs on stage. i heard a pleasantly good cover of running up that hill by a soul group called Mystery so i looked it up on my phone for later, but the search results also informed me of something very valuable: sparks were about to go on on that very same show that was airing right now. as soon as the show host announced their presence, i started cheering and whooping loudly which startled and annoyed my aunt as she thought i was still asleep but apparently i can pull myself awake for sparks lol.

and this is where dream logic comes in, because i was both still in that motel bed and also there where the show was being filmed in the audience. now, they weren't going to perform live, which i was a bit disappointed in at first, but the stage inexplicably became a gigantic triptych screen, slightly folded inward on the outer screens, think like the garden of earthly delights by bosch (fittingly). ron and russell were there to announce the debut of this special sampling of their new album and it would indeed be an hour long which i was excited about (aunt was ambivalent). they came into the audience to personally greet/thank the fans for showing up in support and i, despite being far in the back, received a handshake from both brothers, ron noting that he remembered me and apologized that "nothing is as exciting as the first time meeting i know but thanks for coming." i thought, what a classically ron thing to say!

the screens went on and a pan of the audience was shown. camera was on me for a second so i ruffled my bangs that were out of place and i heard a few friends of mine cheering for recognizing me, lol. embarrassing but funny.

an animated intro began for a new video of an extended the girl is crying in her latte. this was faithfully recreated 30s-style animation of a mop (?) falling into a river and stating the name of the song in a child's voice while a latte cup poured tears into the river. there was a further extended intro involving the chosen four from earthbound and pokey also talking about everything we were about to see and i was on the verge of messaging everyone i know about what i was seeing out of sheer disbelief. not sure how this was relevant in retrospect but i was absolutely not gonna complain

then began a really grand animated video showing cartoon girls throughout the ages going in semi-chronological order, in styles faithfully recreated and some being actual iconic animated girls, shown crying over various scenarios in fast transitions. i was immediately hit with 'oh they finally had the absolute budget and it is paying off so hard.' black and white animation became early 30s painted animation and czech and soviet stop motion and cutout animation, and at some point anime gets introduced and the video gets a lot more experimental as the animation starts warping and transforming on itself and i swear the extended version of the song also does some interesting and unique things, picking up more instruments and more of an orchestral flair as it progresses, getting a little bigger every time as the visuals become just plain hypnotic. sailor moon was also there crying about tuxedo mask and had a dedicated verse in the song, Somehow. it all just got so kaleidoscopic and every corner of the three screens had something to fix your eyes on, almost grotesque in a good way as the figures abstracted to the point you could barely tell they were girls crying. it was a really fascinating tribute to the medium of animation and the theme of cartoon girls crying throughout the ages over very different things was so fun. i wish i could remember what more of the extended lyrics were but i thought to myself, what we got with the cate blanchett video really was only a tiny sample huh - this is absolutely the way this song should be experienced.

the cheering was really thunderous even if sparks fans only comprised a pretty small amount of the show's total audience, those of us who were there were in shock and awe at everything we were seeing. in real life i actually woke up a few different times to turn off the fan, turn off my alarm, etc and was greatly relieved that the dream picked up right from where i left it each time i fell back asleep. i'm not usually lucky enough for that to happen. in the dream i got on twitter a few times to tell my friends, you should really be here, i'm scared that this is a dream because it's all too amazing it might not be real. i know a video for an extended veronica lake came on shortly after - i think ron and russell also showed up to thank everyone again inbetween. they were dressed in suits and looked very proud of their creation. and i guess that's the basic extent of what i remember.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s9e22 stairway to heaven (w. andrew dabb)

confederate flag in the banana split...? apparently last episode s8e6 southern comfort that was covered in them too was set in missouri as well

sam, now you're sleeping on top of the covers in jeans too? we're regressing

SAM What's wrong with you? I could have shot you. [checks his watch] Why aren't you sleeping? We got in like two hours ago.

probably feel slightly more rested if you were in comfy clothes under the covers. just sayin

obligated to point out bedroom vanity sink situation

DEAN I called Cas. He said there's something going down in Missouri. SAM What kind of something? DEAN He said he couldn't talk about it over the phone. SAM Why? DEAN Because he is a weird guy, okay? He's a weird, dorky, little guy. But he happens to have an army of Angels behind him, and, even though I hate to say it, if we're gonna take a shot at Metatron, they might be useful.

lol

SAM Well, do you think we need the First Blade? Why don't we just leave that here? DEAN We talked about this, and we decided that -- SAM No. In all fairness, we didn't decide. You did.

appreciate that

DEAN Okay, I decided that a hockey stick that can kill anything might come in handy, so sue me. SAM How many times have we been around this block? Magic that powerful comes at a price, and right now we don't know what that price is.

s4e20 the rapture

you end up with a gutter bunny sam situation

DEAN I'm fine. I'm fan-friggin'-tastic. SAM And I'm glad, honestly. I'm not saying we bury the thing. I'm saying we just save it for when we really need it. Crowley. Metatron. The big boss fights. You don't have to have it with you all the time, right? I mean, just leave it. Please. DEAN [setting the blade to the side] No problem. SAM Thank you.

let me guess, he doubles back and grabs it anyway

haha okay andrew dabb. did follow up saying some really shitty stuff, so we can gloss over the shade

SAM Uh, roll call? You hold, uh, roll call? CASTIEL They like to hear me say their names. DEAN I know a couple of women like that.

what a weird, weird line to go with (castiel's). it wasn't creepy before but it sure is now!

boop boop command shell results lemme click

DEAN Cas, I know you try to be a good guy, okay? I do. You try. But what you got here, this is a a freakin' cult. CASTIEL Dean. DEAN And the last time you had this kind of juice, you did kill humans and angels, and you did nothing but lie to me and Sam about it the whole damn time! SAM Can we, uh -- can we take this somewhere else, guys? [They enter CASTIEL's private office] SAM Will you stow the baggage, Dean.

understandable baggage, but also yes

CASTIEL No. If you don't want my help, then I will follow Josiah's trail to Colorado. I have to do something, Dean. DEAN All right, fine. But Sam's coming with you. SAM What? CASTIEL Because you don't trust me? DEAN To help.

well sam and cas quality time, then. can chat about wtf is up with dean. and sam seems to have fully stowed his baggage, i mean, breaking the wall in his head kind of feels unforgivable but i guess not

CASTIEL Abaddon is dead. SAM And then some. CASTIEL Oh, no. SAM Okay. Um...Ominous.

cute

CASTIEL He does seem angry. I mean, he's always a little angry, but now it seems like...more. I think a part of him actually believed that I ordered those angels to, you know...Sam, you don't, do you? SAM No, man. Cas, listen. You got a weird thing going on back there. Those other angels, the way they stare at you, I-it's like you're part rock star, part L. Ron. CASTIEL They've put their faith in me. SAM And maybe that's the problem. I mean, people have been doing messed up crap in the name of faith -- in the name of God -- since forever.

sam's being so earnest and open

FLAGSTAFF Not funny "ha ha." But you thinking you help people -- it's amusing. I help people. A clogged artery here, a tumor there. I do good in this world. You -- you believe every problem can be solved with a gun. You play the hero, but underneath the hype, you're a killer with oceans of blood on his hands. I hate men like you. DEAN Honey, there ain't no other men like me.

kind of fair, kind of not. but poking the already pissed off bear who you think is a murderer anyway, maybe not the best call?

also sure, tessa. why not

DEAN Yeah. See, that just doesn't sound like the Cas I know. TESSA But doesn't it, though? And the Cas you know, would he raise an army of angels without telling you? 'Cause this Cas did.

ouch. and surprising no one, dean does in fact have the first blade. he's a few stabbings away from his own gutter bunny moment, i think

glad they clarified in conversation that she threw herself on the blade

SAM We had a deal. DEAN Yeah, well, it was a stupid deal. SAM Really? 'Cause if you'd stuck to it, Tessa would still be alive. Without her, we ain't got jack. DEAN Yeah, you think I don't know that? You think I wanted that to happen? SAM I don't know, Dean. Did you? CASTIEL All right, that's enough. Stop it.

sorry, dad 😔

so cas has to kill dean or everyone will leave. sure, why not!! it's not as bad as the leviathans but good grief i'm tired of this

METATRON So? Well, that's an old writer's trick -- flipping the script. You start by building up a seemingly unbeatable enemy, like the death star, or a rival angel with a bigger army. That way, I look like the underdog. But then, oh, no! The competition gets greedy. He starts pushing things too much. With the help of my combustible double agents. And then, after a rousing speech, his true weakness is revealed. He's in love with humanity. And now...I'm inevitable.

*taps the sign*

also the pause "he's in love .... with humanity" was that one for the destiel shippers :p

CASTIEL Long enough to destroy Metatron, I hope. But without an army... DEAN Well, hey, you still got us. CASTIEL Dean. Those bombers -- you don't really think that I -- DEAN Cas, you just gave up an entire army for one guy. No, there's no way that you blew those people away. CASTIEL You really believe we three will be enough? DEAN We always have been.

trying to remember when they actually solved a big problem with cas. he was there with getting lucifer in the cage... blowing up dick roman/in purgatory. hum. too tired i think, will have to look it up later

GADREEL I've...made mistakes. But haven't you? Haven't we all?

understatement of the century lol

little slice from the first blade for his trouble, again surprising no one

well that one had some fun punchy moments, jackles is getting to use his detached face a lot, sam's still on the empathy overload train. but i am so weary of the angel plotline

[kk4pups]

hi. i am a person that saw your tags out there and wants to ask you about your vocaloid playlists. go wild have fun <3 have a good time

hi. i love you. i have mental illness. lets talk about it

theres 22 right now........... some of them have silly names but i am not changing that for this post. i had to put emojis on all of them because i started having trouble finding my playlists at a glance. big al is my favorite (105 songs/covers but like 10 are privated so more like 95) but he actually doesnt get new additions to his playlist that often because no one gaf about big al (and im unreasonably picky about how people tune him given how little content he gets too) but i did add one (1) cover last night so thats awesome

my brain rot playlist is the biggest sitting at 855 songs/covers atm, probably an Unreasonable percent of that is covers because most of my favs (big al, piko, fukase, etc) dont Get originals very often for various reasons. but honestly even in the case of favs who get plenty of originals (len, flower) i still have lots of covers for them too i feel like this is somehow a funny reflection of my tastes which i think are kind of unconventional in terms of the selection of synths i enjoy. but at the same time, my dex playlist has literally 3 songs in it because i just found out i had a dex playlist (i forgot) so all of them are various levels of filled out.

the oliver playlist is particularly sparse (8 songs/covers) which i am sad about because oliver is in my top 5-6 vocaloids but i Rarely find things i like with him (because a lot of people use him for ballads and i am incapable of enjoying ballads 99% of the time even if i can appreciate their beauty. i get bored) and im praying to god that maghni will save me from this terrible fate of empty playlist

my rin playlist is pathetic though because probably at least half of it is rin/len duets but this is not the case for my len playlist so my bias is 100% there unfortunately my matsudappoiyo playlist (66 songs/covers) probably sees the most activity in recent days because i listened to just a few covers for him and it was then the only thing youtube would recommend for several months. ron keine is incidental because people ship him with matsudappoiyo so he just kept Showing Up during this period (14 songs/covers. actually since these are two are utau they might all be covers) but ive grown to like him so i actually listen to it frequently and want to add to it my misc utau playlist doesnt have an emoji right now because what the hell emoji do you use for that. the 🇺 emoji isnt a real emoji outside of discord it just converts to unicode do you know how mad i am about that. open to suggestions on this issue i want to make one for kiyoteru but i probably have less than 10 songs for him right now. maybe less than 5. and every time i make a new playlist i have to wrestle youtube to load my 855 song playlist in its entirety, so that i can find all the songs i have for that specific vocaloid, but is so laggy that its actually a problem, i dont know what to do about it. but ive also seen people with 2000+ song vocaloid playlists so i have no idea what im going to do when i get to that point which given enough time i Will but also its taken 7 (?) years to Passively get to this point so i dont think its an immediate concern either (? unless i go insane? which is not an unrealistic possibility at this point) also im open to vocaloid song suggestions always, and it really does not matter who the vocaloid is because i like all vocaloids (yes all of them. yes even that one) in a perfect world i would make a playlist for every vocaloid, but i think if i made an active effort to do so i would literally die, and its something that can only occur if it happened naturally, which it probably wont because even if i am happy to listen to any vocaloid i Do only actively seek out my favs i really need to make more playlists. but like i am already in this position lol

[byanyothernme]

— is that LILY COLLINS? oh, no it’s just ROSE WEASLEY. SHE is a TWENTY-FOUR year old HALF-BLOOD wizard, whose occupation is a MEDIWITCH. i guess that’s why her former house is GRYFFINDOR. she is prepared for the uprising, her alliance is THE RESISTANCE.

The red rose symbolizes romance, love, beauty, and courage. A red rosebud signifies beauty and purity.

penned by marie

CHARACTER INSPIRATION:

Delilah Alves (you), Leia Organan (Star Wars franchise), Abby Hammond (Santa Clarita Diet), Diana Meade (The Secret Circle), Belle (the beauty and the Beast), Donna Paulsen (suits), Lizzie Saltzman (Legacies), Eleanor Shellstrop (The Good Place), Max Mayfield (Stranger Things), Olivia Baker (All American), Juliet O’Hara (Psych).

THE BASICS:

full name: Rose Florence Granger-Weasley nicknames/aliases: Rosie, Posie, Weasley age: 24 birthday: April 15 zodiac: aries place of birth: London, UK gender: cisfemale orientation: heterosexual nationality: English blood status: half-blood occupation: Mediwitch for St. Mungo’s affiliation: First and foremost, the Potter/Weasley clan. The Resistance.

THE EDUCATION:

schooling: Graduate of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. St. Mungo’s medical program house: Gryffindor

Best Classes: Potions, DADA, and Herbology Worst Classes: Divination. Electives: Ancient Runes Honors: Head Girl, Prefect Extra-Curricular: Chaser, Dueling Club

THE APPEARANCE:

face claim: lily collins

HEIGHT: 5′5″ EYE COLOR: Bright green HAIR COLOR AND LENGTH: Auburn curls that hangs down to the middle of her back that she wears with a middle part. Sometimes, she wears her hair in one long, messy braid when she needs her hair out of her way. She quite recently got herself a blunt fringe  SCARS/TATTOOS/MARKINGS: Her cheeks and nose are covered in freckles that she had been teased for when she was younger though now she’s quite proud of them. Both her ears are pierced and she has a nose piercing (her mother hates it). She also has an outline of a dove tattooed on her wrist (her mother also hates that). FASHION SENSE: Rose is very simple and easy going with her outfit choices. She doesn’t like to put too much thought into what she’s wearing, as long as she feels comfortable. she has a rather large collection of band t-shirts, mostly from the concerts she has been to over the years, and she wears them a lot of the time with either a pair of denim trousers or one of her skirts. Usually over that is a jumper or her biker jacket. She loves her combat boots and wears them for all occasions.

THE PERSONALITY:

the label: the heroine ENTJ -  is someone with the Extraverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Judging personality traits. They are decisive people who love momentum and accomplishment. They gather information to construct their creative visions but rarely hesitate for long before acting on them. moral alignment: chaotic good addictions: Sweets positive: creative, loyal, protective, innovative, & survivalist negative: abrasive, blunt, untrusting, short-tempered, & impatient languages: English, passable French.

THE RELATIONSHIPS:

father: Ron Weasley may be Harry Potter, there are rumors lol mother: Hermione Granger-Weasley siblings: Reese and Hugo Weasley, Marcelina Bloem-Weasley (sister-in-law) grandparents: Arthur and Molly Weasley, Mr. and Mrs. Granger extended family: Toby and Gene Bloem-Weasley (nephews), The Weasley/Potter Clan

best friend: Dylan Parkinson boyfriend: Jackson Krum

THE HISTORY POINTS:

Has a Grey Maine Coon cat named Sherlock

Is rather proud that she doesn’t have any roommates but tbh, Rose is the worst roommate to have. Her clutter is every where.

Rose BEGGED the sorting hat to put her in Gryffindor. Begged. Slytherin was the hat’s first choice but she did not and would not be the one to tell her own father that she was placed in the Slytherin house. She negotiated, bartered, and bribed that darn hat until it finally gave in. She was placed into Gryffindor. She doesn’t think the hat likes her very much after that, oh well.

Is often compared to Hermione much to Rose’s displeasure. They look almost the spitting image of each other with the exception of Rose’s hair colour and rose is quite a clever girl– she did get top marks in school– but that is where the similarities end. Rose is much more rough around the edges… in fact, her edges are frayed and she’s barely holding it together. She’s harsher and more impulsive. she jumps to conclusions a lot and while 90% of the time, she’s right, she can be wrong sometimes. Not that she will ever admit it.

hates being compared to her parents, especially her mother. Her relationship is definitely strained with her mother. Definitely is closer to Ron.

Sarcastic af

She puts everyone she cares about before herself. Has always been that way and sometimes it tires her.

She knits but doesn’t brag about it.

[slytherbun]

wildflower

pairing: cedric diggory x hufflepuff!reader

summary: you weren't too sure what to think when a new eye candy transfers to hogwarts and becomes the new seeker of the hufflepuff's quidditch team but you realize in time that he is all of what you hoped for.

word count: 3.7k

tags: @specialagentsoftie

note: so this is all just a bunch fluff. i'm not sure how i feel about it in terms of cringey and hope y'all like it! figured i'd post this anyways either way though lol. i made up the way reader and cedric met at hogwarts so, it's non-canon from the movie.

another note: italics are flashbacks! :)

it was cold.

you could see everybody’s breath in the air outside and knew it was a crime to be out and about now with freezing and chilly weather.

the snow outside coated the ground by inches and the black coats zippered up and wrapped around you only helped so much. you were the type to freeze easily and the climate at hogwarts didn't help your situation at all.

minutes ago before you walked outside, you knocked on the door to his dorm after surveying the hufflepuff’s common room and noticed there weren't very many people around. and when cedric opened the door after you rapped on it a few times—he took in the view of your body wrapped around your blanket before pulling you into his room.

pathetically enough, you were shivering in the halls even with your mitten covered hands stuffed in the pockets of your coat. you weren't about to admit the doubled up socks on each of your feet either underneath the knee-length boots you wore today.

"are you cold?" cedric successfully taunted you when you reached your arm out of the pocket of your jacket and then under the blanket to slap his arm. he hissed and glared your way playfully while rubbing his arm dramatically.

you shrugged with a smirk on your lips and he plopped down onto his soft bed. “don’t get too comfortable.” he suggested when noticing you trying to sneakily get underneath his covers. 

“what i’d do for one of those thermal blankets the muggles use.” you sighed dreamingly while watching him walk towards his closet.

“imagine having a postal company deliver the package to hogwarts? dumbledore would have an aneurysm.” cedric replied and you couldn’t help yourself when imagining the scenario playing out in your mind. 

he turned to the side to admire your smile while you were a little distracted while pulling out a coat. then he closed the closet up and walked back over, holding it in your direction to offer an extra to put over your body. you gladly took it with a smile. "thanks ced."

cedric backed up a few steps and brushed a hand through his brunette hair. not being able to help himself he joked, “can’t have you walking around with your blanket wrapped around you. your height already makes you look so adorable.”

you got off from the bed when he exaggerated with your blanket in hand and scoffed. cedric bit his lip nervously while continuing to back up before he felt the wall pressed against him.

he rubbed the back of his nervously while you held the blanket up to his height and above your own head. “i’m just kidding.” he gulped before you took it and put it over his face.

when he tugged it down from his face he spotted you innocently standing by the door with his jacket around you. “i was going to leave it here anyway. just put it on the bed and i’ll come get it later after we get back.”

while you zippered it up you noticed this particular jacket was the one that you often saw him wearing before he ended up buying a new one for the upcoming winter that you were suffering in now.

and it was longer than the one you had previously put on about twenty minutes ago so, you couldn't argue with him on that steal.

"alright.” he laughed and added with a more serious tone. “oh and by the way—you don't need to thank me. you're my best friend, wildflower."

today was the first quidditch match of the season and you were sitting at the edge of your seat in anticipation. the hufflepuffs didn't score well last season and you were hoping they wouldn't come out with last place again for the year.

y/g/b/f (your girl best friend) sat down on the stands next to you with an umbrella in her hands. you turned and looked at it with a confused face. but she just smiled at your contemplating thoughts and looked up at the sky once before supplying you with an answer.

“well it looks bright now but i have a feeling it’ll rain later.” she always had a suspicion for when it was going to rain or snow and you never second guessed her because every single time she was right.

“did you know we’re having a new seeker play on the team today? i believe he’s going to be captain too if he plays his cards right this game.” she asked. you didn’t know that.

“wait is he the new guy everybody is talking about? i heard the rumors but you know how they are. i didn’t want to take it seriously until i saw it with my own eyes.” you stated and she nodded. 

“yeah he’s a transfer i think but i’m not too sure. his name is cedric diggory though.” after her reply, you glanced around the stands to see if anybody had diggory signs for the game but with no avail you sighed. before you could respond you felt a few droplets on your shoulder. 

your friend gave you a smart-ass grin and popped out the umbrella to hold it over the both of you. “guess we’ll see how good he is.” you mumbled before seeing the players come up to the playing area with their brooms.

butterbeer was pretty popular during the winter season. many students from school usually went and got some to help regulate their body temperature and keep warm.

everybody else must have gotten the same memo because you were inside the three broomsticks now for some butterbeer and it was crowded.

almost every table was filled with peers and that’s probably why you didn’t see many people in the school. with just one glance around the area, you could already tell the divided area’s of where each school was seated right away. 

your tables were to the left area, the slytherins must have come earlier because they grabbed the back ones, some of the ravenclaw’s were off to the right, while harry and the other gryffindor’s had the middle area.

cedric nudged your side to grab your attention and nodded towards the hufflepuff area. “want to grab us some seats and i’ll get the drinks?” he asked and you nodded. “sure, could you get me a snack too if you don’t mind?” 

he smiled and tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “i suppose i could.” cedric walked away with a wink and you shook your head knowing he was just humoring you.

little did you know he already had planned to get you something else even before the two of you left the dorms. it had gotten to the point where asking him for little things hadn’t bothered you because you reciprocated all of the time.

but sometimes cedric would give you little excuses when it was your turn to pay, just so he could end up paying for whatever you guys were having or getting. he always spoiled you.

"ah the golden girl is here." hermione scoffed and watched you walk towards the hufflepuff area. your other best friend was seated already and started talking to you when you sat.

the brunette from the red colored house didn't particularly dislike you since you were always nice. sometimes you chatted with her while working on a project that you were paired for. then other times you gave her a soft smile when catching her eye while walking in the halls towards your next class.

she definitely couldn’t help but respect and admire you.

but the reason she didn’t put herself out there and try to befriend you was because you were one of the girls known in school for your smartness, quick reflexes, and witty attitude. 

when people from school talked about you and referred to you as the golden girl instead of your name most of the time—it wasn’t that you were golden per-say but the fact that it matched up perfectly with the school’s color that you sorted it.

hufflepuff was known for its represented yellow color.

and there’s no doubt about it that hermione was also known around the school. but, she felt it was for all of the wrong reasons. despite not having it any other way as one of harry's best friends, she wondered if not for him that in an alternate lifetime that she would be you. 

“why is she wearing cedrics jacket?” ron asked after following hermione’s stare. harry thumped him on the back of his head and then shook his own. “why does it matter?” the one with a thunderbolt on his forehead replied.

“well it is interesting, isn’t it?” the brunette said in defense of ron’s question. the one who didn’t seem curious at all took a sip of the butterbeer in front of him.

he licked his lips, thinking then replied to them with a response. “i mean it’s not our business but it is an odd find now that you pointed it out. maybe he’s just being friendly?”

“as if! cedric has had a crush on y/n since he met her. she’s just oblivious to it all,” she paused and tapped her chin. “—or is she?” ron gasped at her accusation but took a sip of his own drink before she could hear his outburst.

harry noticed her getting riled up once again and sighed. “well i don’t know what else to say. maybe you should just introduce yourself already and ask her instead of me.” he shrugged and hoped to end the conversation there.

you knew exactly who cedric diggory was when he swiftly passed by the hufflepuff area during the game. of course, he was wearing yellow. 

the game has been going on for a decent amount of time now and he was stacking up the scores on the quidditch board—easily passing by the score of the gryffindor’s team.

cedric was undoubtedly the new eye candy for the whole school with the gasps and ‘awes’ from the other girls sitting in the stand. your friend was so busy watching harry that she didn’t catch the commotion.

you didn’t really pay attention to him to get a good glance at his face so, you thought he was just another arrogant rich boy and rolled your eyes.

what you didn’t notice was the way it was like a slow-motion love at first sight situation for him when he went by. since it stopped raining through the middle of the game he was able to catch a quick view of you. 

the week wasn’t done yet so it was possible he’d be seeing more of you in another class he hadn’t had yet. and cedric hoped you were because he couldn’t help but look over in your direction throughout the game to catch another glimpse of your face.

it was still humid outside and you tried wiping your makeup a few minutes ago since it was under your eyes now, but you only smudged it further. your robe was drenched with your wavy and half-dried hair now lying down the back of it. 

but he didn’t care what you thought about yourself because he knew without a doubt that you were the prettiest girl there.

“cedric’s looking pretty good today.” y/g/b/f voiced for the first time today. you played with the napkin in your hand while trying to get a glimpse of cedric. 

“i don’t think you would know even if he was—since you spend all your time looking at harry.” cedric was up to the counter now waiting for your butterbeer and food.

“uh huh. don’t think i haven’t admired cedric before from afar though.” after a moment of not answering her, y/g/b/f noticed that you weren’t paying attention. you knew exactly what she was hinting towards.

cedric did look good.

his hair had that ‘just woken up’ style to it and he always managed to look even more attractive then he should have. the yellow scarf wrapped around his neck was the one that came with every hufflepuff’s supplied uniform clothing.

he usually wore it when you sat with him in potions on a chilly morning and you caught yourself wanting to take it off of him and wear it sometimes.

he always smelled good and it comforted you in ways a best friend shouldn’t have the ability to.

you seemed to have let your guard down and stared longer then you should have which confirmed what y/g/b/f already knew. “i knew it!” she chuckled and stated more loudly than the last comment to snap you out of the zoned out state you were in. 

“know what?” you asked while placing the napkin back down on your table.

cedric was reaching the table and you wanted the conversation to end quickly. you usually dragged out conversation topics like this so you had time to think of another one to distract her with. but, she always found a way to circle it back around again. 

you had to shut it down before he could hear, already knowing exactly what she wanted to talk about again.

“i’ll tell you later before our curfew.” y/g/b/f smirked and you sighed knowing she would in fact take the time out of her night to find you before bed. lucky you.

“hey y/g/b/f. how has your day been?” he asked your other friend while sitting down and placing your refreshments in front of you and then doing the same with his. 

she grinned at you then glanced over at him, “pretty good i guess if it wasn’t for this weather i would say great. how about you? and how’d you manage to get this one out?” she gestured towards you, causing you to roll your eyes. 

here we go again.

you were walking down the path back to the hogwarts dorms with y/g/b/f and some others. there was going to be a small celebration in the hufflepuff’s common room and other students were trying to hurry back without raising suspicions with any professors nearby.

“hey, i’ll be right back y/n/n. i see luna and i’m going to go ask her if she has a hair tie.” she said and pointed to the curly knots that she had on her shoulders.

you nodded and continued along the path while she walked over to the other side. it was quiet for a moment and you surveyed the peaceful area, a few feet over in the grass was a small patch of flowers.

you were about to take a quick look at them before feeling someone tap your shoulder. it was sudden and you couldn’t help but quickly move to the side and form a fist. you were about to throw it but stopped when you stared wide-eyed at the person who scared you.

cedric felt awful and only after he startled you did he realize that you were looking off in the distance of the area. the way you jumped though seemed that you were quick on your feet and he couldn’t help but smirk at the new name he had for you. 

“hey i’m sorry for startling you wildflower but i just wanted to introduce myself. i’m cedric diggory.” he introduced with a panty-dropping smile.

you weren’t sure if it was some kind of joke so you treaded carefully. “uh it’s okay, it’s my fault really for not paying attention but i’m y/n y/l/n. nice to meet you ced.”

cedric held out his hand for you to shake and you took it, giving him a firm shake. after you let go he smirked and questioned. “ced, huh?”

he crouched down to pick up a flower that you were looking at earlier and it reminded you to ask, “wildflower, huh?” you met his statement equally and folded your arms together so they were across your chest to look more tough.

his cheeks tinted a minor shade of pink and tried to hide his embarrassment by ducking down and ignoring your question. instead he glanced back up to tuck a hair behind your ear and then placed the flower there.

“yes, wildflower.” 

and how could you argue with him when he was being so sweet?

the two of you made it back to the common room after an hour of eating, then chatting with cedric and your other best friend. he was sitting on the bed with you sitting next to him.

you’ve been sitting for only about a minute or so—only enough time to shrug off your jackets and place them on the desk chair between that time after walking back to his dorm.

“would you like to lay down for a few minutes?” cedric asked when he noticed the tiredness shown clear as day on your face.

“sure” you agreed and you laid down while he shook your blanket out for the two of you to use. his eyebrows scrunched together when he realized it wouldn’t make much of a difference in comfort with how small it was.

you chuckled watching him trying to maneuver it around and he glanced your way with a smirk of defeat. “hmm, seems this blanket is a little small. would you like to go under the covers?”

cedric was giving into what you wanted earlier before the two of you left and he knew that too. the three broomsticks' food was delicious as always and you just wanted to relax for a few minutes after getting teased by your friend.

he grinned watching you get comfortable after the both of you were situated under the sheets and yellow comforter. there was a hufflepuff patch ironed onto it and you rubbed your thumb over it while laying down.

it wasn’t that awkward since you’ve fallen asleep in his arms a couple of times before already. class exams were frustrating and took a lot out of the students so he took comfort in you and vice versa when there was some down time during the weekends throughout the school year.

with an arm around you—he pulled you close to the point where you could feel his warm breath along your neck. “i don’t think you realize how much i treasure these moments y/n/n.”

he spoke breathlessly and you gulped slowly. you were dumbfounded with how seriously he said that. as if it had some kind of hidden meaning behind it. “me too.” you agreed and wondered if he would leave it at that.

but you knew better and cedric never left well alone when he wanted to get a point across. he turned your body slowly with the arm he had around your middle and you faced him with confusion.

he glanced down once before looking back up and continued on with his confession while staring into your doe eyes—a color he deemed his favorite the day that he met you.

“i’ve been fighting myself for a while on whether or not i should tell you this because i didn’t want my feelings to ruin our friendship. i’d rather be your friend than not be a part of your life at all. and i always look forward to seeing you e-everyday.” he paused when his voice cracked.

after cedric cleared his throat he continued, “and i totally understand if you don’t share the same feelings with me but i just couldn’t go on another day without telling you how i—” you cut him off by leaning in and brushing your lips against his.

he moved closer on the bed, so his skin was touching yours. cedric wanted to get as close to you as he possibly could. your hand swept through his brunette curls and you surprised him by tugging it.

he never knew what you were going to do and his friends teased him that you were a wildcard, to which he’d correct them and say you were his wildflower.

cedric smirked into the kiss and you groaned knowing he was being a smart-ass. but in return, he shocked you when he placed a hand delicately on your cheek to cup it rather softly.

he rubbed your cheek while your hand massaged his curls and then moved them downwards to the nape of his neck.

cedric pushed the hair back from your neck with his hand and then placed it back so his thumb splayed across on your cheek in a loving gesture. and you only wanted him closer after feeling sensitive about the whole astonishment that still had you stunned to the core.

you tugged the collar of his shirt and he pulled away with puffy, red lips and a smile. “what’s wrong?”

“i don’t know, i’m just emotional.” you voiced squeakily and full of embarrassment about it. cedric shook his head and before patting his chest, he held up the comforter over the both of you and let the minimal cold air in.

“oh, baby it’s okay. come here and let's cuddle a little before curfew.”

you bit the bottom of your lip and nodded, giving him a smile in return to the one he gave you and then crawled onto him. “i think i like baby better.” you voiced and laid on his chest with your head over his heartbeat.

he let go of the comforter when he noticed you were settled and tugged it firmly around both of your bodies. “better then what?” he asked.

“wildflower.” you admitted and hummed nervously while awaiting his response. you felt cedric shake his head and he put his arms around your body so you were pressed firmly against him before he kissed your forehead.

“you’ll always be my wildflower.” you closed your eyes after giving him a quick kiss on the cheek in response.

after a moment of laying back down you could feel his chest rising up and down in an odd pattern so, you put your head up to see him laughing again at you.

“what now?” you questioned trying to keep a serious facial expression but failing when he grinned.

“guess you got what you wanted, hmm?” cedric said—referring to the fact that you were finally under the comforters and you smirked.

“of course i always do. including finally getting you, ced.”

[miiamour]

multitasking

fem!reader x ron weasley

summary: ron finds a way to give you attention and play video games at the same time. (somewhat muggle au)

warnings: thigh riding, spitting, breast play, cunnilingus, hair pulling but more like hair tugging, implied masochistic, implied innocence kink.

word count: 1.3k

a/n: i got this idea at 2am & couldn’t stop thinking about it lol. ALSO i’m thinking of changing up my fic set up so let me know what y’all think lmao.

ron was laying against his headboard playing some new game that harry had gotten him for his birthday. his shaggy red hair was messy and nearly covered his eyes, it grew to the nape of his neck and strands poked out behind his ears. freckles covered his face and trailed down his shoulders to his torso, you were so bored you could have counted them all.

you had began poking at the freckles on his shoulder, he wore a grey tank top that honestly seemed a bit small on him but you didn’t mind in the least; especially when his shirt would rise up exposing his lower stomach and v-line every time he yawned.

“are you almost done?” you whined out. ron had claimed that he was “nearly finished with the level” 20 minutes ago and you were extremely bored.

you had went over to ron’s house expecting to get something from your boyfriend, instead he was glued to his screen; you had even wore a pair of cotton short shorts and his t-shirt that you stole from him— he didn’t mind because he thought you looked so pretty in it— and not to mention you had decided to go braless. but none of this got his attention though.

“nearly done, love” ron mumbled, barely even looking away from the television. you rolled your eyes at him and decided to get his attention another way.

you scurried over to his door and locked it to make sure none of his siblings came in unannounced.

you slowly slipped your t-shirt off and ron, who had yet to notice, continued playing his game until you tossed your shirt towards him and it landed on his leg.

ron glanced down at his leg, looked at the television screen, then quickly looked back at the shirt that was previously on your body. his eyes went wide and his attention was quickly diverted to you, shirtless.

without properly stopping the game, he motioned for you to move onto the bed with him, so you made your way to his bed and straddled his right thigh. he wrapped his arms around your waist but still continued to play the game.

ron then took it to upon himself to attach his lips to your right breast.

his tongue swirled around your nipple and sucked; it seemed almost therapeutic to him. he nipped at your nub and placed soft pepper kisses all over your chest, leaving a few hickeys in the process. he always loved leaving beautiful marks all over your skin.

you bit back a moan, all this sudden attention causing you to pool in between your legs and ron could probably feel it through your thin cotton shorts.

you knew for sure ron felt the arousal on his plaid pajama pants once he started to bounce his leg up and down; at first it was subtle, you couldn’t tell if he was actually bouncing his leg or his leg just twitched. but then you knew, his leg would bounce and his eyes would glance up at you to see your reaction.

your fingers were already digging into his shoulders to keep yourself from rutting against him. your fingers entangled with his ginger tresses and you gently tugged at the hair near his neck.

you moved the hair in front of his face and he peered up at you; his blue eyes had a sense of innocence to them, as if he wasn’t aware of how lustful he was. his lips looked swollen out as they were wrapped around your tit. he was so beautiful that you involuntarily rolled your hips and a quiet moan feel out of your mouth.

you could feel his lopsided smirk on your skin, “go ahead, you know you want to” he chuckled lowly causing vibrations to rise up your spine.

and you wanted nothing more than to get off on his thigh, so you rolled your hips again, and again, and again. you desperately thrusted against his thigh. but despite the feeling of ecstasy, it wasn’t enough and ron knew that.

ron had set his controller down momentarily, but you had yet to notice. his hands traveled down to your lower back and waist, gripping onto your skin while his lips were still on your chest and his teeth grazed your hardened nipple.

ron lifted his thigh and slid you off, you whined at the lost of contact until ron’s fingers played with the hem of your shorts while he looked up at you, “may i?” he asked and you nodded frantically.

he slipped off your cotton shorts and panties, threw them to the side before gently pushing you forward. you laid on your back, fully nude, in front of ron.

ron positioned himself in between your legs and he hooked his arms around your legs with his hands resting on your stomach with his controller in his hands.

you shivered at the feeling of ron’s breath on your core. he placed soft gentle kisses on each of your thighs then they trailed closer and closer to your cunt.

he gently placed a single kiss on your clit and shivers ran up your spine from the anticipation. ron felt your thighs clench and he delved his tongue into you, swirling and lapping at your wetness while moans filled the room.

you looked down at ron and saw him with his eyes still stuck on the television screen but yet his mouth was completely devoted to you. his eyes lit up every time he glanced at you, he adored seeing you unravel because of him.

he placed wet sloppy kisses all over your cunt and dragged his tongue through your folds before flicking his tongue on your clit. with each flick, it looked like their were stars painted across your vision.

“mhm ron- fuck” you cried out. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you reached for his bedsheets, wrinkling them in your clutch.

ron chuckled at your euphoric state causing vibrations to course through your body. you felt a knot in slightly bucked your hips. you dug your heels into ron’s shoulder blades causing a loud groan to fall out of his mouth and more vibrations through your body— he did always like it when you would do that; said it was the good type of pain.

he went faster now, he saw that you were so close to release and wanted to see how long you could hold it. then suddenly, you felt his tongue inside of you. twisting and turning, covering your velvet walls with his saliva. his nose bumped into you bundle of nerves with every thrust of his tongue.

“holy fuc- ron! i’m going to come! oh merlin” you choked.

you withered underneath ron and he couldn’t help but be in awe of you. you looked absolutely stunning in this position, nude with nothing but a thin layer of sweat as you trembled due to the immense pleasure; ron was always quite proud of the state of mind he could bring you to.

“let go” he murmured into you.

he alternated between sucking on your clit and fucking you with his tongue. your body shook and you’re body felt on fire, in the best way possible as his tongue embowed, hitting the perfect spot right on the inside of your entrance. he dragged your orgasm, making sure you feel every inch of it. fire coursed through your veins, and ron kept licking at you, drinking up every bit of your climax.

all that left your lips were curse words and moans mixed with ron’s name. the coil snapped— no, exploded. every inch of your body was both tense and shaking at the same time.

your chest was heaving and you felt ron shuffle upwards and hover over your body leaving a trail of kisses and goosebumps all the way up to your neck.

“you look so pretty like this, darling.” he whispered before pulling a blanket over the two of you and nuzzling his head into your neck.

“did you pass the level?” you chuckled quietly.

“uh yeah, like ten minutes ago” he said against your neck, “but you were too busy cumming all over my tongue to notice me” he smirked against your neck acting offended.

“oh shut up” you laughed, “maybe next time i’ll learn how to multitask like you”.

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[ronandhermy]

✨Fic Writer Interview✨

Tagged by the amazing @goodkwuestion Thanks for thinking of me ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 58 fics currently written on that site...we do not speak of the fanfiction.net days.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

636,674 words and growing

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos

Bullets, Blunts and Baseball

Locked

A Red Thread of Convenience

Tatta

The Reason for the Season

4. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Sometimes I do but I generally don’t. I do greatly appreciate every comment I get, but I get really overwhelmed trying to think of personalized responses. But I do try to address questions that I feel require answers that haven’t been addressed in the fic.

5. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Probably Off Center for the Gallavich fandom. But I really don’t tend to do angsty endings.

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Most all of them. But probably Tatta or A Raja for Kate.

7. Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I have been known to dabble in a crossover or two. My craziest one was the Pacific Rim/Shameless cross over in Stained Kaiju Blue.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Oh yeah. Mostly the Bridgerton fics, not so much the other fandoms.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Sorta? I tend to do some light porn with plot sprinkled in to the fics but I don’t usually focus on it overly much.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup. Sucks but not much I can really do about it.

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several of my fics have been translated into Russian.

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. Unless exchanging head-canons count, then no.

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Currently I’m super into Natsu/Uk from Alchemy of Souls, but I fully admit to being a Ron/Hermione shipper from the Harry Potter days (check the user name lol), and I loved Ian and Mickey from Shameless and Kate and Anthony from Bridgerton.

14. What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Probably Cover Me for the Man from UNCLE fandom. I loved the characters but then everything came out about Arnie Hammer and it really put a damper on my desire to finish the story.

15. What are your writing strengths?

Plot and setting a mode.

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing. Spelling. Grammar. Basically the nuts and bolts of writing.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in your fics?

Do it!!! I do it all the time lol.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter. I was ten. The fic has, thankfully, died a death on some cold geo-site now deleted forever.

19. What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to?

Alchemy of Souls Natsu/Uk. I have an idea I’m playing around with for them but I am currently moving so all fic writing has been put on hold.

20. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

It’s a tie between Land of the Falcons and Through the Mountains. Both are for the Shadow and Bone fandom. They’re some of the first real fics I wrote after taking a long hiatus from writing, and they were just fun for me to write. They’re probably some of my least read fics in general but I do truly love them because I did a lot of world building. They were also great reminders that you have to write the fic for you, everything else is just a bonus.

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

Honeysuckle

hi i have no self control and really really really love tattoo artist!jaskier so here we are again. this is a prequel to the nipple piercings fic wherein geralt is absolutely smitten from day one. not the same vibe but im telling myself thats to be expected bc these take place like five years apart lol

Warnings: tattoos. if they make you squeamish this is not your fic, swearing, mild anxiety, not much else

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Geralt’s palms were sweating when he walked into the little tattoo shop above his favorite deli. The artist he booked was nice enough in the email, and the front desk gal was sweet on the phone, but he’d never gotten a tattoo before and his anxiety was telling him to run home and bury himself under all the blankets he owned. 

A familiar voice greeted him when he came through the door, “Hey! Sweet, you’re early! Jask is just setting up the chair!” 

The coily brown haired receptionist gestured to a black leather couch across the room and Geralt just barely caught a glimpse of tattooed vines from under her hoodie sleeve. He nodded and smiled, taking a seat and trying not to look so stiff. The receptionist called another artist over and Geralt was surprised when the taller, purple eyed woman wrapped her arms around her shoulders and placed a kiss on her cheek as they looked at the monitor. It was the good kind of surprise, Geralt decided, the kind that sets you at ease when you were gearing up for a fight. The receptionist caught his unintentional smile and winked at him before he suddenly found his nail beds fascinating.

“You Geralt?”

His eyes scanned over the man asking from bottom to top and nearly lost his ability to speak, “Hm? Thats me.”

He looked like he came straight form the Seattle grunge scene in the 90’s, but showered and with beautiful floral blackout sleeves up to the wrists on each arm. It seemed the only color over his whole body was the few yellow buttercups scattered through the pattern, ending in a bouquet of all sorts of plants and flowers and herbs at his collar bones, only slightly covered by his Heathers on Broadway tank. 

He flicked his wispy brown hair out of his unreasonably pretty blue eyes and smiled so brilliantly Geralt had to remember to breathe, “I’m Jaskier. Come on back!”

Geralt gave him a curt nod and stood to follow. 

“I hope you brought shorts, it might be a bitch to walk home in that.” Jaskier said, leading him into one of the rooms down a long hallway.

Geralt was suddenly regretting listening to Lambert. He wanted to melt into the floor when he realized he would have to say this to the beautiful tattoo artist’s face, “They uh… they zip away…”

“Oh my god.” Jaskier breathed, finally looking at Geralt’s knees, “I didn’t even know they made those anymore.”

“I swear to god, my brother wears them for work and told me to-”

Jaskier waved his hand, clearly holding back a smile, “No worries, Ron Stoppable.”

Geralt rolled his eyes but couldn’t keep from smiling, “Do you make a habit of making fun of your clients?”

“Only when I’m sure they can handle it,” he teased, “Now off with the hideous zipper pants, I gotta shave your thigh before I start the drawing.”

Once Geralt was shaved and positioned every which way on the table/chair contraption, he finally got to see the rough sketch. The marker felt cool and tickled the back of his knee, but surprisingly to him, he kept up a relaxed conversation, almost flirting before he thought better of it. 

“Do you like where everything is? Want any more grass? Or flowers? Now’s the time for changes, don’t be shy.” 

Geralt turned his leg this way and that, looking at the little blue and purple marks in a band just above his knee in the mirror, “You’re the professional, what do you think?”

Jaskier took a step back and reached for a roll of paper towels and a bottle of rubbing alcohol, “You said this was your first tattoo right?”

Geralt nodded.

“Okay, one less flower on the back then.”

“Why?”

“It’s one of the most painful places to get tattooed.”

“Keep it. I like it.”

Jaskier raised an eyebrow, “Alright, Hot Shot. Face down, we’ll start there first.”

Holy fuck Jaskier was right. Geralt had a high pain tolerance, but this was a whole different kind of pain. He had his arms crossed under his forehead and was doing his best to take deep, even breaths but Jesus Christ, that little chuckle-fuck just kept going over what felt like the same spot. But hell would freeze over before Geralt tapped out, so he forced his breath out and kept going.

“Why honeysuckle?” Jaskier asked as he sat back to dip the machine in more ink.

Geralt took the opportunity to shift a bit and breathe easy before he lied, “Just picked it.”

Jaskier’s hands were back on his thigh, “You don’t have to tell me, it’s just not something I’m asked to do very often. Never for a first tattoo.”

Geralt’s smile turned into a grimace as the needles were back at his skin. Whether it was his sincerity, pretty eyes, or Geralt’s desperate need for a distraction, he bucked up and answered his question, “My- ah, someone told me to find a reminder of things I loved. My horse eats nothing but honeysuckle whenever we go on the trails.”

"That's so fucking cute," Jaskier sighed, still attacking the back of Geralt's leg, "Wouldn't have pegged you for a horse guy. What's their name?" 

The pain was easier to ignore when Geralt was rambling about Roach. Jaskier kept the conversation flowing, maybe indulging Geralt’s ramblings a little too much, but by the time he flipped Geralt over to do the inside of his knee they were joking and swapping disastrous college stories like old friends. They took a snack break where the purple eyed woman, Yennefer he'd learned, made fun of his zip shorts and Triss scolded her. It was nice, he felt oddly at home here with these people he’d just met. 

The front half of the tattoo was nothing compared to the back and Geralt was able to breathe and just chat. He did his best to convince himself that the feeling in his chest wasn’t disappointment when Jaskier finally finished and wrapped his leg in saniderm. 

Jaskier leaned on the front desk while they waited for Geralt’s card to run, "What are you doing after this?" 

Geralt's stomach turned with nervous excitement and he truly didn't know how he got his words to come out so casual, "Was just gonna get some ramen and watch reruns, why?" 

Jaskier worried at his bottom lip as he stapled the receipt to some paperwork, "There's a great ramen place around the corner and I don't have another appointment tonight…" 

Geralt positively beamed, "If you can stand to be seen with someone wearing zipper shorts in public, I'd love to."

[txtdreamss]

mirrorball // [g.w.]

sequel to tolerate it

warnings: angst, fem!reader

summary: It’s been 2 weeks since George told you he has a date to the yule ball. As of now, it’s the night before and you are reflecting on your feelings for him and wondering if you can continue as his best friend.

word count: 1.5k

A/N: So, here it is! I am hoping to get this posted as soon as possible for those of you who wanted to see a part 2 to tolerate it. I had a really difficult time deciding on how I wanted to end this, and I really hope it pleases you guys (not sure I’m happy with the ending, but that is to be expected). Sorry in advance for any errors, as this is a one-woman show and I sometimes miss my own mistakes. :) Special thanks to @ajusquishy for being the first to ask about this addition to tolerate it!

*****

I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight

The past 2 weeks had been the most difficult time of your life. George had been following Alicia around like a lost puppy, and even Fred was getting sick of it. Oddly enough, it seemed like George couldn’t get through one interaction with you without mentioning the girl’s name.

“Oh Y/N, we decided to match my tie to her dress!”

“Did you know she said I am the cutest quidditch player she has ever met?”

“I’m thinking about asking mum to knit her a sweater this Christmas!”

At first you could handle it. As his best friend of nearly 6 years, it was your job to handle it. Why didn’t that make any of this easier?

There wasn’t a change in George that you had neglected to notice. Hell, your heart dropped when he showed up with a new bruise after quidditch practice. You were the one who had told him to grow his hair out (and damn, was that a good piece of advice). George had even been with you when he chose his first pair of dress robes for merlin’s sake!

Molly Weasley saw you as her stand-in while the boys and Ginny were at Hogwarts. Of course, she didn’t know that George and Fred had grown in their pranking abilities thanks to your sugar-sweet exterior, but that didn’t change the role you played in the Weasley children’s life. You were the responsible friend who also just happened to lead a double life when it came to the twins.  It was thanks to you that they had received only 3 detentions this quarter, and it was their fault that you now had an affinity for “accidentally” leaving dung bombs in the outer pockets of Cormac McLaggen’s bag.

“Hey, Y/N... I haven’t seen you around much. You aren’t avoiding me, are ya?” George’s baritone voice broke you out of your thoughts. He settled his arms on the top of your head, and sighed deeply, letting his head drop. “Fred and I need your help figuring out what the best escape route from the dungeons is.”

“Go ask Lee, he can do some math too.” Yes, you were being harsh, but George’s presence was enough to shatter any semblance of self control you still had left.  “Now, if you excuse me, I have a study date with some ancient runes and Hermione.”

As you stalked out of the common room, George couldn’t bear to bring up how he hadn’t been able to come up with any solid pranks in exactly 14 days.

*****

You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you

Tonight was the night; your hair was curled to perfection, and the gown your mother had sent you was the color of holly. The heels you had strapped on were a matte black dusted with the occasional piece of red glitter. Despite the fact that George was not your date, you couldn’t help my let your thoughts drift to him as you got ready. Would he think you looked pretty? Would he think you looked as good as her?

Lee tapped you on the shoulder, and you steadied yourself before letting him gently grab your hand. “Don’t let that prat get you down. You look like a goddess, Y/N. Now, let’s go show Georgie what he is missing.” 

Lee was a great friend for doing this for you; he knew about your feelings (Fred apparently can’t keep his mouth shut), and immediately became set on helping you get back on your feet. He had become your greatest cheerleader as of late, and claimed that George doesn’t know it, but he definitely has feelings for you.

As you both walked into the great hall, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. There were snowflakes and all types of seasonal decor strung up across the room, and it was almost like the room had transformed into a winter dreamscape. Fred and George had beat you there, already sipping punch with Angelina and Alicia.

“You boys clean up nice.” The twins and Lee let out a chorus of ‘hey’s, clearly displeased with your mockery of their appearances.

“Oi, I was betting 5 galleons that Fred would show up in his trainers...” George’s voice was surprisingly meek, almost as if he was looking for your approval with his jabs towards his brother.

The boys immediately began discussing their plan to spike the punch bowl with firewhiskey, and Angelina and Alicia launched into a conversation about where they had purchased their gowns. You felt more than out of place at this point, and decided to relocate after notifying Lee that you’d be fine on your own for a bit. Almost immediately after, Angelina went to distract McGonagall while Fred and Lee snuck under the table of refreshments.

You went to talk with Hermione and the younger trio, and were drawn into a lesson in muggle dancing.

“No, Ron, that is not how you hit the woah.” (I’m sorry I felt so inclined to include this cuz the image makes me chuckle lol).

“Well, ‘Mione, why don’t you and Y/N show us how this is done then?” Harry and Ron crossed their arms, and Hermione slipped her arm around your shoulders.

“C’mon, Y/N. You look like you could use something fun.” She dragged you onto the dance floor, and you both began dramatically spinning each other to the sound of your wheezing laughter.

If only you had noticed a certain red-headed prankster gazing at you like you had hung the stars in the sky...

*****

You are not like the regulars The masquerade revelers Drunk as they watch my shattered edges glisten

Fred and Angelina had taken to the floor as soon as the waltzing began. After watching them twirl to the crescendos of the music, you finally decided enough was enough. All it too was a look at Lee, and he understood what you needed to do. You slipped out of the doors to the great hall, and found yourself wandering amongst the carriages powdered with snow, occasionally stopping to draw shapes into the piles of flakes.

Following five-ish minutes of mucking about, you finally decided to sit on the steps that bridged the courtyard and the hallways. Snowflakes continued floating, but you quickly realized the droplets of water on your face were from small tears and not the weather. Sniffles escaped your nose, and you crossed your arms in a poor attempt to keep warm despite your lack of sleeves.

Out of nowhere, you felt heavy cloth drop onto your bare shoulders.

“Be careful, love. Ya look like you’re halfway to becoming an ice lolly.” George shuffled his long, lanky body onto the steps. You looked at him through your lashes, and he seemed almost squeamish.

“Don’t you have Alicia waiting for you inside? I’m sure she wouldn’t be thrilled to see you out here.”

“Bloody hell, Y/N, I think we have been pretty dense.” Confusion evident on your features, George let his larger hand cover yours. “I didn’t want to ask Alicia. I wanted to ask you.”

“What do you mean? You’ve been talking my ear off about how much you like her for weeks now...”

“I was trying to make you jealous.” Silence overtook the interaction.

“So you’re saying that we both have been blind to our feelings?” 

George let out a small chuckle, and pulled his hand away. To be quite honest, you felt like maybe you had been ignoring the signs: the subtle stares, the extended physical contact, the willingness to be there whenever and wherever you asked him to.

“I think we may want to start over and forget the last few weeks.”

“I think I would quite like that.” You stood up, and brushed the snow off your skirt before extending your hand towards George. “Well, George, the yule ball is in... now... would you like to be my date?”

“I would enjoy that a bunch, Y/N.” He took your hand, and pulled you into his chest. “May have a dance to start off the evening?”

“...There isn’t any music.” You chuckled, but George simply grinned at you before beginning to hum.

“Problem solved. So, may I have this dance?”

“You may.” You dropped your head into the nook of his shoulder, and George began to sway and spin you, leaving 2 pairs of footprints in the snow beneath your feet.

From just beyond your view, Fred, Lee, Angelina, and Alicia let out somewhat of a “oomph” and high-fived each other before turning to go back inside.

Shining just for you.

[nebulablakemurphy]

Freckles

Pairing: Auror!Ron x Muggleborn!Reader

Words: 1.1k+

Set in present day, because I ignored the fact that cell phones wouldn’t have been invented yet in cannon. If you could ignore that too, I’d appreciate it. 😂

Written for @hufflefluff-writer’s challenge with the prompt “shh, go back to bed.” Congrats on your now 400 followers! 🥳

Summary: Ron gets sent away on an auror mission and Y/N misses him terribly.

Masterlist

It’s been two months. Two months of newly wed bliss, before Ron receives his first extended auror mission. The projected leave time is about a week. Which won’t seem nearly as long if you both utilize the goodbye present you’re about to give him.

“What’s this?” Ron asks, holding up the mobile telephone.

“It’s a cell phone.” You explain. “This is what I used to talk to my parents while I was away at school.”

“Oh,” Ron pauses for a beat. “That makes a bit more sense now.”

“What did you think I was doing?” You wonder, arching a brow.

“Well, when you see a bird talking to herself, you don’t interrupt.” Ron reasons, a soft pink blush beginning to bloom across his cheeks.

“How thoughtful.” You let out a laugh.

“But why not just use owls?”

“With these it only takes a couple seconds to go from me,” you look down at the screen of your cell. Typing a rather cheeky message to Ron’s new phone number and pressing send, to demonstrate.

He watches in awe as the phone vibrates to life in his palm.

“To you.” You smile, having proved your point. “Much faster than an owl.”

Ron turns the black handheld over, inspecting it thoroughly. “How does it work?”

“That’s it’s own sort of magic.” You reply, moving forward to run both hands through his fiery hair. “But mostly towers. That’s why in some places you won’t have good service.”

“Right,” he nods, still clearly confused. “Service.”

“It just means the phone won’t work well, crummy reception.”

Ron chuckles, “we should get one of these for my Dad. Christmas present maybe.”

“I’ll add it to the list.” You assure him.

“And no one else can see these messages, right?” Ron inquires, squinting at the screen between you.

“Well there are conspiracy theorists who believe all interactions are being monitored by government agents.” You can’t help but laugh. “I like to think mine is a middle aged man named Jerry, who gets flustered and has to remove his headset from time to time.”

Ron’s eyes grow comically wide, “that’s mental.”

“That’s why it’s called a conspiracy.” You point out.

“Still rubbish that I have to miss your birthday.” He frowns, brushing a bit of stray hair away from your face.

“Your family has it covered. You made sure of that.” He’s a wonderful husband. Truly you couldn’t have asked for anyone better than Ron.

He nods, a sly smile tugging at his lips. “You’ll have breakfast in bed, full spread for lunch, a giant cake, loads of presents.” Ron draws in a deep breath, “and I’ll be back before you know it.”

You shrug, affording him a grin. “I miss you already.”

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In the morning, a soft buzzing from the bedside table greets you, in place of your husband.

The waiting text reads, -Good Morning, love. It’s Ron.-

You smile widely at the message. -Good Morning, Ron.-

His response comes in seconds, -You were right, much faster than an owl. This is Ron again, by the way.-

-Hi Ron again. I’m always right, and you don’t have to announce yourself every time. The number is saved in my contacts.-

-Brilliant, I was wondering how the phone knew it was you. Thought it might have been the government agent.-

-I never should’ve told you about Jerry lol.- You snicker at the words.

-Y/N?-

-Yes?-

-What’s lol?-

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It’s been three days. Ron’s getting better at texting, for the most part.

On a whole, the hours seem to tick by at a snail’s pace. Leaving you feeling particularly antsy and lonely in your flat. Finally you decide to head off to the burrow early. Hoping it will ease your mind a bit.

The burrow has always given you a sense of peace. The wall clock, with outdated pictures of Ron, and the rest of the Weasley children. The scent of your mother-in-law’s cooking and the warn, beige, sofa in the family room. Just beside the wizard chess set; the one you would play with Ron for hours on end.

Ron

Suddenly the sea of red hair and freckles is no longer the calming force you’re accustomed to. Now a steady, sinking loneliness takes its place. Because none of these freckles are his freckles.

You force yourself to stay seated. Giving Arthur a full rundown of modern Muggle technology. Until Molly calls you, and the rest of the family, for supper.

“That was delicious.” You say, patting the napkin at the corner of your mouth.

“Thank you, dear. Would you like seconds?” Molly smiles, springing into action. Her hands resting on the edge of your plate, prepared to bring another serving.

“No thank you, I’m stuffed.” You shake your head.

“Are you sure?” Her brows knit together. “You look a bit peaky.”

“I’m just tired.” You force a smile. “I think I’ll head to bed early.”

“Oh alright.” Mrs. Weasley waves her hands at you. “But don’t even think of apparating back to your flat, young lady. Tomorrow is your birthday, it’s going to be celebrated properly.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you assure her.

Bidding them all a good night, you excuse yourself. Trekking up to Ron’s old room; walls still covered in Chudley Cannons posters. The old oak dresser in the corner still missing wood, where you’d carved out your initials. You lie down in the bed that still smells faintly of Ron; and cry yourself to sleep.

————————————————————

You wake to a soft jostling near your feet, slowly making its way upward. The mattress dipping beneath the newfound weight.

It smells of floo powder and spearmint toothpaste and- “Ron?” You murmur sleepily.

“Shh, go back to bed.” He whispers, pecking a kiss to your cheek as strong arms envelope you. Pulling you back securely to his chest.

“Ron!” You exclaim, realizing that you’re not dreaming. Flipping over awkwardly to face him. “How are you here? I thought-“

“Pipe down ya lunatic! We finished up early, they sent me home.” Ron laughs, as you pepper his face with kisses.

“That’s great news.” You smile, continuing your assault over the bridge of his nose.

“What’re you doing?”

“Saying hello to my freckles,” you explain. “I’ve missed them.”

A chuckle rumbles out from his chest, “the freckles will be here in the morning.”

“Yes, but I want them now Ron.” You grumble.

“Alright,” Ron sighs, with a shake of his head. Reaching into his back pocket, he retrieves his phone. Powering it off and setting it on the nightstand; searching for yours to do the same.

“What are you doing?” You ask in amusement, as he commandeers the device hiding under your pillow.

“Jerry doesn’t need to hear this,” Ron murmurs. Settling his hands on either side of your head and leaning down for a kiss.

You’ve been separated long enough, no government agent is going to come between you now.

Tags: @bforbroadway @summer-writes @lupins-sweater @chaotic-fae-queen @a-mexican-waffle @obsessedwithrandomthings @siriusly-addicted-to-writing

[babbushka]

For Flip and Pale, I’d love to hear their grudges and vendettas, but it make their most absolutely petty grudges and vendettas!

Also, what scars does Flip have?

12. Grudges and vendettas

Listen, Flip is Jewish. Holding grudges is in his blood. I think he honestly has more grudges over stupid things than he knows what to do with. The man’s motto is ‘never forgive never forget’ but for things like “remember that one time he forgot to give you extra cherries in your drink?? dead to me.”

The most famous vendetta, is that Flip has a stupidly petty beef with the Colorado Springs Fire Department that goes back over a decade. It’s honestly been going on for so long that he’s not so sure he even remembers what started it. He likes to say that it all began when one of the firefighters started questioning his virility, but that could really just be something made up. Either way, whenever he has to see them he gets high-school level petty. The annual Colorado Springs municipal charity games always bring out the worst in him -- see above: Flip telling Ron how they have to beat the CSFD in their basketball championship or else. 

Unrelated to that, but Flip also has big beef with this one guy at the post office. He refuses to go to the post if this guy is working there but he won’t tell me why so I’ve giving up trying to figure that one out. 

3. Scars or painful spots

I’m literally so in love with this man but he’s such an idiot sometimes -- the man is absolutely covered in scars. None of them are particularly painful to talk about, aside from maybe the ones he got in ‘Nam, but on the whole he’s picked up scars over the years just from being fucking stupid. 

Like the time he and Jimmy went snowboarding and he broke his collarbone and cut up his face, giving him scars on his cheek. Or the time he went running around a swimming pool and slipped and busted open his chin. Or the time he decided he should punch the glass on a door to shatter it because he needed to get inside somewhere and wound up just slicing open his entire hand. Or the times he got stabbed in the gut, and the back, and the thigh because he doesn’t learn his lesson that wrestling perps wielding knives to the ground is not a good idea. Or the time -- you get it, lol. 

Flip has scars everywhere on his body, not one limb is free of them (there’s even one on his ass from the time he tripped and fell down a short cliff up in the mountains on a hunting trip and cut himself open on sharp rock) but that’s okay, because scars mean that he survived whatever dumbassery he got himself into, and that’s all that matters lol. 

12. Grudges and vendettas

Pale’s got a lot of issues and we love that for him. He holds grudges like nobodies business, but he fuckin’ remembers each and every one of them and exactly why. Most of them are from food suppliers who screwed him over back in the restaurant manager days -- shitty people tryin’ to cut corners on quality or overchargin’ him for ingredients. 

Some other grudges are from schmucks at bars he gets into fights with: people who owe him money or who try to bad-mouth him or his girl. 

And other grudges still, are from people he knew back in Jersey, even though he doesn’t live there anymore. 

And still, other grudges are from people he has only met once, doesn’t even know their name -- but will remember their face for as long as they fuckin’ live. 

He just likes to be angry, I think, lol, because he’s always got something to be angry about with all those vendettas and grudges he harbors. But as long as he doesn’t have one against you, you don’t mind listening to him bitch about them all night long. 

[rons-wheezely]

That’s Definitely You || Fred

[requested!]

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You never thought your first kiss would be taken by your best friend, Fred Weasley. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” 

Fred x Gryffindor!Reader

A/N: Weasleys are going to be the death of me lol

--x--

Tonight was almost like any other game night; one filled with cheers and laughter. The busy crowd trying to worm their way in early to find good seats. Tonight would be the first game of the year, and not only that, but word had gotten around that Harry Potter was playing as Seeker this year. You were standing outside the tent, waiting to get a glimpse of your favorite players. 

Fred saw you and instantly his face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Y/n!” He said.

“Hey Fred,” you smiled up at his tall figure,” Just wanted to wish you boys good luck.” Your arms glide around his torso as you pulled him in for a hug. You let go, and find that Fred’s face contorted into that of a frown. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m just wondering how bad the Slytherins will feel after we beat them with little ‘ol Harry here,” He stifled a laugh, already imagining another win at the end of the night.

“Oh bug off, Fred,” You giggle,” That’s only if you win.” You cross your arms defiantly for a moment before bubbling up with another round of giggles. “Only joking, you know. I’ll see you from the stands then?”

Fred’s face was still, and he was staring. (at you, might I add) “...Fred?”

“Y..Yeah,” He looks down with a sheepish smile. His cheeks were rose colored, but he brushed it off before you could ask. “I’ll see you.” And just as quickly as the visit started, he waved goodbye and walked back into the confines of the tent.

The stands were filled to the brim, just waiting to see Harry’s first match against Slytherins. You stood in the stands waving your well-worn banner with your good friend, Dean, a fellow Gryffindor. It reads: “We love our Weasleys” with little sparkles glimmering every once in awhile because of a charm you casted.

The match was an absolute rollercoaster. Jordan’s commentary had filled the stands with information as you watched on in awe. You never really knew how quidditch players did it. They looked so cool and brave whizzing around up there, scoring left and right. It was a fairly matched game tonight, with the exception of a cheating Slytherin and despite having a new player on the team. 

Dean handed you her pair of binoculars when she noticed you squinting. “Here, sweetheart,” She chuckles,” I know you want to see your boyfriend up there; whichever twin it is.”

“Oh for merlin’s sake,” you scoffed. “He isn’t my boyfriend.” You know she’s only teasing you, but you can’t help but burn up a little when Dean mentioned it. You had to bite your tongue when you almost said Fred’s name, the name sounding so natural next to the word ‘boyfriend.’ Being in love with your best friend was hard, and it was even harder to contain yourself in public about it.

Looking through the lens, you spotted Fred whirling the bludger to the opposite side of the field. You smiled to yourself as you see the happy look on his face when the iron ball zooms straight for a Slytherin’s broomstick. He always looked attractive whenever he played, but that was a secret you’d gush about later to Dean. 

After sitting through one of the most thrilling matches yet, Gryffindors won! You could hear the ‘I told you so’ and ‘can’t believe you doubted us’ already haunting you before you even approach the twins as they exited off of the field. Fred was still glistening with sweat when you and Dean approached.

Fred opened his mouth, but you cut him off saying,” --If you say what I think you’re about to say, I’m leaving.” 

He paused for a moment, casually wiping sweat off with a towel. You tried your hardest not to stare, but to be fair, he was being very distracting. “I told you so, y/n.” A shit eating grin covered his face because he knew those were the exact words you didn’t want to hear from him. 

“--I can’t believe you had the audacity to doubt us!” George called out from a distance before catching up with the conversation. You rolled your eyes, but the playful smile you sported told them that it didn’t mean any harm. 

“After the crushing win today,” Dean briefly looked back at the stands,” I bet the after party is going to be wild tonight boys.” 

“We’re counting on it.” The twins said in unison. Fred winked at you, and you watch as George nudged his arm. The Weasleys walked off towards their dorms to get ready, leaving Dean to deal with the aftermath. 

Aftermath: you gawking. “...Am I reading too much into that?” you squeaked. A warm, almost burning, feeling was in your cheeks, swirling around and making you flush. Dean rolled her eyes as she dragged you away to your dorm.

“If you stare anymore, you’ll burn holes onto the back of that weasel’s head.”

---

The celebration was booming in the Gryffindor common room. Music, food, and chatter hit you immediately upon entering. “Y/n! Dean! Glad to see you blokes.” George yelled over the noise. He just let loose one of the many contraptions him and his brother came up with, letting it whiz into the air and explode into a big ball of confetti. 

“Where’s Fred?” you asked.

“Oh boy,” George grinned,” wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Very funny.” you quirked your brow and waited for a legitimate answer. The Weasley’s were always good at dodging questions; they’d give some half answered vague remark and then disappear, which is exactly what just happened. “George?”

Dean snorted as she watched George run off somewhere into the crowd. “Good luck getting anything out of him.”

You let yourself enjoy the party, the tray of catered butterbeer satisfied your taste buds as you leaned against a wall. Dean had wandered off long ago to find her brother, leaving you to your lonesome. The room was packed in, so much so, that some even left to party quietly in the halls. You gazed at the many people on the makeshift dance floor before getting whisked there yourself by someone’s hand.

“Fred?”

“No,” he scoffed,” George.” 

He twirled you around in his arms, and grooved to the music. His ginger hair swayed along, and you laughed in his arms. “That’s definitely you, Fred.”

“What?” He beamed,” How did you know?”

“Only you shimmy around like that and call it dancing,” you stifled your laughter when he mocked an offended look. He gasped and looked at you with wide eyes.

“I was going to call you clever,” he joked,” but that was quite hurtful you know.” The music was muffled as you got lost in Fred’s presence. It was only the two of you dancing like you always did; no one else mattered in this moment. The way he smiled, and the way you smiled back was just plain romantic. Only lovers look the way you do, but you’d never admit that out loud. Not to your best friend, at least.

The biggest shock of the night happened when he spun you around and dipped you like in one of those muggle films. You held tightly onto him, worried you might fall but loving the thrill all the same. Fred pulled you back up, your face inches away from his. He hesitated for a moment, like his nerves were all jumbled up.

His breath was warm, and you saw the way his eyes flicked from your eyes to your lips. Fred licked his own and leaned in closer, letting your lips touch together for the first time. They were soft and sweet, the lingering taste of butterbeer shared between your lips. And to think, your very first kiss was taken by your best friend, the one you wanted to do it with the most. His forehead was still against yours when he pulled away, cheeks glowing hot as he stammered. 

 “--I’m sorry... I should’ve asked I--”

You pulled him under for another one; the muffled music now coming back at full volume. You could hear the people closest to you whistling and cheering. This kiss was rougher than the last, but the stupid grin on his face when you pulled away was worth it. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that..” left your lips with a smile. “The least you could’ve done was take me out first, though.” 

His hand that was in your hair moved to rest on your cheek. “I could take you out,” he suggests, “but I quite liked that kiss. It’d be a shame to pretend it didn’t happen.” He looked at you before you both tumbled into a fit of laughter, lost in your own world. “To be honest y/n, I’ve never done this before,” Fred admits.

“Me neither,” you chuckle. “I’m glad it’s with you though.”

--x--

A/N: Do y’all have any good hogwarts date ideas? I wanted to do something other than the Yule ball/ Hogsmeade trip for Ron; do you think he’d be up for a study date in the library?

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Prompt: Rey, Finn, Rose, Poe, Chewie and the Falcon from the sequel trilogy get sent to the Legends timeline because they deserve better.

I think for me I'd actually rather keep the timelines separate? They absolutely did deserve SO MUCH BETTER, and time travel fix-it shenanigans can be so fun, but I love the EU as a completely separate thing and idk how you could incorporate them. I would rather just throw the sequels in the trash where they belong and keep the characters and just... rewrite everything else?? The only satisfying arc for that trilogy for me would be for Rey to be Luke's daughter since that is IMPLICITLY what TFA was showing us with her force visions of an island she'd never seen that Luke marooned himself on (after somehow failing young Rey and thinking she was dead, since that is the ONLY REASON Luke would ever abandon everyone like that, and even still I don't think he would cut himself off for years like that. We already saw that story!!! We saw Yoda and Obi-wan do it!!! Why did they just repeat the OT!!!) and with Rey calling Luke's lightsaber to her over Kyle Ron, they WANTED US TO THINK she was his daughter. And she should have been! The main SW movies are about the Skywalker family, and throwing away decades of that history to pull the rug out from the viewers and have her be a Palpatine in the name of shock value bc Rian Johnson is a racist piece of shit and JJ Abrams is so enamored of his own writing and thinks writing himself into mystery corners without presenting actual solutions is good storytelling.... that's dumb!

Disney originally letting 3 separate straight white dudes do the trilogy with no oversight or communication between them is dumb! George could pull out plot twists and shock the audience bc he was one man overseeing EVERYTHING and he never undercut the message of his own story. He was vocal about his movies being for kids, the point wasn't just to shock people, Vader being Luke's dad makes everything about the OT more complex and deepens every relationship, the same way Leia being Luke's sister does. It was about tying the characters together and underpinning their emotional journeys together, not pulling something COMPLETELY out of left field just so that the thing that everybody saw coming didn't happen (they resurrected Palpatine in the CRAWL and then never addressed it!!! I just!!! How is that something that actually got written and filmed and produced and nobody had a problem with it!!!). Disney doesn't care about anything but money, and they just need the brand for that, not a good story. I would rather bring Winter and Mara into Disney canon bc Leia deserves her sister and Luke deserves his wife but also I do not want to subject myself to suffering through whatever disney would do to them lol. Also, on top of everything else he's done, Abrams is still on my shitlist for putting out the casting call for Keri Russell's character to be named "Mara."

They set up Rey and Finn to be co-leads with parallel stories, they clearly set them up as love interests, they were two people who immediately recognized each other as someone to care for and trust, exactly the way Han and Luke and Leia all did when they first met, two people with incredibly fucked up childhoods who were never sure who they could trust or who would support them. But they knew from the first moment that THIS person would be someone they could count on, and had such an immediate bond together. And then they threw those characters away completely to woobify Kyle Ron and turn Finn from a lead into a side character without a plot or character arc for the next two movies. Rey and Finn in TFA are unrecognizable in the next two movies, everything about their personalities, motivations, and goals changes and has zero resemblance or flow from the first movie. And Kyle Ron himself is a joke, truly one of the worst SW characters I've ever encountered. I hate... so many sw characters lol, but he's just such a badly written and uncompelling character, and everything about him is so rooted in the racism that John Boyega the actor and Finn the character had to go through, it's just disgusting.

Anyway, if it was purely up to me, I would remove the sequels from canon and then do a 7 movie adaptation of the NJO and LOTF series. I want Jag and Jaina to be the main couple without decades of dumb love squares just bc Jaina is the only girl, I want Tahiri to be treated with the respect she deserves, and I want Tenel Ka to have more of a chance to bond with the other girls and in fact to make the relationships between all the women a priority. We'd get the first four movies covering the vong war, we'd see the twins and Anakin centerstage and having to fight the worst war the galaxy has ever seen as teenagers and how strong they were together, before they were even fully jedi knights. We'd get the bond between them and see them emerge as leaders in the war, and then we'd lose Anakin at the end of 3, see the toll that it took upon the whole family but especially Jaina and Jacen (Jaina! Who was always the protector of her siblings, from the time they were born! The oldest sibling, who feels responsible for their safety!! Losing her youngest brother!! And then coming into her title as Sword of the Jedi when she's knighted, and forever feeling the guilt that she couldn't stand in front of her brother and protect him!! When that was the literal prophecy spoken about her, that she would never rest bc she would forever stand in front of other to protect them!! Also?? To hear that about yourself at 17??? WOW!). And then seeing the last 3 cover LOTF and Jacen's descent, Jaina's realization of what he's become, how it's her duty to kill her twin, her heart, because she's the only one who can. That's the story I want.

[zeleniafic]

All of the salt ?s for HP?

ALL THE SALT?! Omg. You've answered my wildest dreams, I love being salty on main tysm~

1 - What OTPs in your fandom(s) do you just not get?

As far as canon ships go? Romione, honestly. I don't hate it I just don't see the appeal, personally. I don't think they're actually the best fit for each other, romantically speaking, but I won't like... refuse to read a fic over that or something. I just keep putting them both in other pairings when I write HP fics LOL

2 - Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

Marauder x marauder ships. I'm at a point now where I'll read wolfstar if the premise of the fic outside the ship is REALLY appealing to me but I genuinely have always hated Marauder x Marauder ships of any combo, since the very beginning. I just really value relationships with a deep level of love that isn't romantic, and I think adding romance between any of them cheapens it, IMO. The number of times I've been called homophobic for this opinion is absolutely staggering considering that I aM GAY askdfjgnkfl

3 - Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

Honestly probably, I've been on here since I was like 13 and I used to be way more impulsive LMFAO, but I can't remember anything specific for HP tbfh. Marvel is usually what makes me go “nope I can’t do this” and unfollow someone asjkdfgn

4 - Do you have a NoTP in your fandom? Are they a popular OTP?

P much covered this already I think buuut since we're all OC people here I WILL get messy and say that I dry heave every time I run across an OC fic on the archive that's, like, a currently enrolled Hogwarts student....... and their professor??? Why is that such a fad. When will it die. PLEASE let it die.

5 - Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Not for HP I don't think.

6 - 13

Answered here!

14 - Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

It's not as cringey as ppl make it out to be now??? Like, not in the JKR sense — there's some deeply rooted ethical issues in the way some of her political thinking seeped into the fine print of the world she made, but like the story itself... idk I just see a lot of "ugh just grow up" attitudes about it now and it's silly to me. For all its flaws, HP explored a lot of deep themes and introduced that to a lot of kids. I was one of those kids from a very broken home who got to see themselves in Harry and grow up with him and, WOW THIS GOT TOO DEEP ANYWAY what I'm saying is it's not just a silly kid's story and it's not as simple as "find another book to read" like so many people say now. The world is so vast and Hogwarts really did become HOME at such a young age for a lot of people, and walking away from the emotional investment in that is a lot less simple than ppl want to act.

15 - Unpopular opinion about the manga/show movies?

The movies got a few (minor) things better than the books. Idk why the wardrobe always comes to mind first but sometimes I'm writing fic and I realize that the "students wearing muggle clothing outside of class/formal events" originated with the movies and not the books and I just cannot lmfao I refuse to accept the robes 24/7 give these children some COMFORT and INDIVIDUALITY can u tell i was not sent to a school with a uniform?? i think u can tell

16 - If you could change anything in the show, what would you change?

The names of Harry's children. If I could change ONE THING and ONE THING ONLY, that would be it. Do not even get me started holy shit

17 - Instead of XYZ happening, I would have made ABC happen…

Percy dies instead of Fred, and the "urban myth" (I guess???) that Hermione was originally supposed to be endgame with Fred happens. But Zel how does that make more sense than Romione to you, she also argued with Fred a lot— LISTEN they have more in common in terms of how they approach their goals and challenges in life, they have a certain shared ambitious quality (though reaching for dif end goals, obviously) that Ron doesn’t share (and that’s not an insult to him!!! I just think what he wants in life and how he wants to get there is v different!! don’t come at me ajsdfl), and the back and forth was FUNNY, the GoF movie scene banter with Hermione right before they put their names in for the tournament has lived RENT FREE in my head since I was in middle school okay it's too late I am too far gone—

18 — Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

Lmfao no??? That's such a silly concept, ship what you like, ignore what you don't, that is the secret to happy fandom life~~ **Snily shippers excluded from this sentiment, pls seek therapy~

19 — What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

Like I said I don't interact much with fandom outside the writing sphere so with THAT in mind... I feel like HP fic (and Game of Thrones, tbfh) draws a lot of wildly pretentious feedback??? More than other fandoms I've written for??? I get the strangest reviews sometimes, people write like they're one of my college professors grading my work and have a bunch of back-handed compliments and it's SO ODD. I almost prefer the straight up hate reviews I get in other fandoms lol.

20 — What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Luna and Neville. Forever canon in my heart they are simply TOO PRECIOUS together.

21 — What are your thoughts on crack ships?

Uh. I have none, essentially? Not my cup of tea to pursue a lot but the memes make me laugh. Drapple is unmatched

22 — Popular character you hate?

Rhymes with grape.

23 — Unpopular character you love?

P much covered already.

24 — Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

The only people I know who haven't read HP are old church friends who weren't allowed as kids bc it has magic in it and was therefore “satanic”. (See also: Chronicles of Narnia. Despite Aslan literally being furry jesus.) It's been over a decade since then so I hope they've read it since then, among hopefully some other lifestyle changes... 💀

25 — How would you end XXX/Would you change the ending of XXX?

In my ideal HP ending, Harry winds up working as a professor after helping round up all the MIA Death Eaters and playing a season or two of pro quidditch whilst getting some intense therapy. Fuck that ministry noise. Harry James Potter is composed 99% of Problems With Authority, you cannot tell me that boy turned into a magical cop. Who’s gonna stop the guy who saved the world from chasing baddies independently????? NO ONE

26 — Most shippable character?

Sirius. Is he the most emotionally available? Now that's a different question

27 — Least shippable character?

Rhymes with ape.