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Hi! I was wondering if anyone prompted you for #42. The things you said when you asked me to marry you. I’m a Romione till my dying breath. Thank you! Love this, btw. You’re so talented!

A/N: Look at me, doing a prompt for the first time in approximately fifty years! This was a popular request, @5sara5 and a very sweet anon also requested it. I’ve actually changed the prompt just slightly to fit the perspective that this story requires... anyway, hope you enjoy! 💕

Warning: Language. It’s Ron’s POV, after all...

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when I asked you to marry me

Upon reflection, Ron felt he should have known that what was billed as a quick after-work drink with George would escalate with alarming speed, culminating in several of George’s friends crammed into a circular booth at the back of the Leaky Cauldron, half-empty pitchers of beer and dirty shot glasses littering the table. He really should have known that every time he tried to escape, he’d be pulled back for “just one more” by Lee Jordan. And it didn’t help that they’d just run into Oliver Wood, who was fresh off of a very bad breakup and had wandered into the Leaky Cauldron looking for some form of escape. He was now, after several beers and shots of whiskey, grumbling incoherently about “bloody over-muscled Tutshill Chasers”, among other things.

Ron could recall all too well the feeling of being outdone by a professional athlete - even if all the business with Viktor Krum had taken place a good ten years ago - but he also had a girlfriend at home waiting for him, and he much preferred her company over a bunch of sweaty blokes in a pub.

“Know what though,” George slurred, thumping Oliver forcefully on the shoulder, “D’you even really want a girlfriend? Just be single for a while, it’s loads better.”

Ron, silently disagreeing, gulped down half of his beer in one go.

“Yes, I do,” moaned Oliver miserably, his forehead coming to rest on the sticky table before him.

“Really think about it though,” George continued on. “You’re a young bloke, you’re a professional Quidditch player, for Merlin’s sake - you’ve got your pick of girls, don’t get tied down like Ronnie over here.”

“Oi!” protested Ron. “I’m not tied down-“ His words died in a cacophony of laughter from the rest of the table, and he scowled and shoved his beer away. “All right, fuck all of you, I’m going home.”

“To your girlfriend?” teased Lee, his lips twitching as he fought to keep control. “No, no, c’mon, have one more.” He grabbed Ron’s arm with one hand, refilling his beer with another. “Look, just ‘cause you’ve been with the same girl since you were like, like twelve-“

“Eighteen,” Ron corrected with a chuckle. “But yeah, I have.”

“But then, wait a second,” said Lee as though having a revelation. “If you’ve been together since you were twelve-“

“Eighteen-“

“Does that mean - is she the only girl you’ve ever-“

“Shut up,” replied Ron at the same time that George nodded emphatically in confirmation.

“Really?” Lee straightened up, intrigued. “Wait, really? The same girl for six years?”

“This really isn’t that groundbreaking,” said Ron around a sip of beer as Oliver let out a low groan of discontent.

“And you haven’t gotten bored?”

“Not at all.”

“Maybe you just don’t know what you’re missing,” said Lee. “It’s like flavors of ice cream. You might like that one flavor well enough, but you haven’t tried any of the others, how do you really know?”

“It actually isn’t like that at all-“

“It’s like he left the party at half-nine,” George chimed in gleefully, “before it even got started.”

“Again, not really.”

“See?” Oliver whined, waving an errant hand in Ron’s direction and nearly smacking him in the face. “He’s in a relationship and he’s happy and he probably gets shagged more than all you lot combined.”

“Thanks, mate,” said Ron, patting him on the back. “I don’t know why you lot are so determined to prove that I’m bored.”

“Because!” said Lee, as though that would explain it. “Because it’s been six years of vanilla ice cream-“

“Not vanilla,” interrupted Ron before he could help it, to general amazement. “Honestly, it's just - I found the right person when I was really young and maybe you lot just haven’t yet, but if you ever do, you’ll get it. And now if you don’t mind, I’m going home.” Gently - the bloke was clearly having a time of it - he nudged Oliver out of the way so he could exit the booth. “See you tomorrow, George.”

He didn’t quite feel sober enough to Apparate, so he decided to walk the six blocks to the Charing Cross flat he had shared with Hermione for the past four years, and as he went, the fog in his mind steadily dissipated. He couldn’t understand how his solid, happy relationship with an amazing woman was so difficult to comprehend, but then, he had always thought that what he had with Hermione was rare and precious. And maybe that was why he had never taken it for granted, why he made such an effort to show her how much he loved her and to prioritize them. Knowing it was forever hadn’t made him complacent; rather, it had only served to deepen his devotion.

Hermione was in the kitchen when he walked in the door, peering thoughtfully into a pot on the stove.

“Oh, there you are,” she said with relief as he walked over to kiss her in greeting. She rose up on her toes to meet him halfway, her hand lightly resting on his chest. “I was starting to wonder.”

“Yeah, I should have learned by now that George never actually means it when he says ‘just one drink’.”

“Well, I’m trying to make dinner,” she said, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon as Ron hopped up to sit on the counter behind her, “but you might want to start looking at takeaway menus, I think I’ve burned this.”

“Is that what that smell is?” he teased, grinning as she scowled playfully over her shoulder at him.

Shamelessly he watched her as she attempted to cook, committing to memory the errant curls that had escaped the messy knot at the back of her head, the way his Chudley Cannons t-shirt dwarfed her frame and her black lounge pants hugged the curve of her hips.

“Hermione?”

“Hmm?”

“Let’s get married.”

“You’ve had too much to drink,” she replied casually, still studying the contents on the stove.

“No, I haven’t.” On the contrary, his mind had never felt so clear. “I’m serious. We should get married.”

The wooden spoon fell from Hermione’s hands to the floor with a clatter as she spun to face him.

“Are you really asking me to marry you?”

“Yes,” said Ron, jumping down from the counter to take her hands in his. “Yes, I am. I want to marry you, I want to be your husband, I want you for the rest of my life - I know I don’t have a ring for you-“

“I don’t need a ring,” she interrupted, tears brimming in her big brown eyes, “I - oh, I must look such a mess right now-“

“No, you look beautiful - wait, I’ve got to do this properly-“ He got down to one knee, still clutching her hand tightly in his. “Hermione Granger... will you marry me?”

She flung herself upon him, arms encircling his neck, and began to sob unabashedly into his shoulder.

“Is - is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s a yes!” she cried, kissing him squarely on the lips. “I love you - I love you so much-“

“Love you,” he managed to murmur back around another kiss, using the sides of her shirt to pull her close…

An hour later saw them seated on the floor of the kitchen, Ron in just his boxers, Hermione in the Chudley Cannons shirt and her knickers, a tub of ice cream between them. Hermione kept kissing him between bites, her mouth cool and sweet against his. The half-finished dinner on the stove sat abandoned, the flame having been turned off around the time Ron’s shirt had hit the floor. Hermione used one finger to smear a dab of chocolate ice cream across Ron’s collarbone before kissing it away.

If this was leaving the party at half-nine, then Ron was damn glad he had.

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15 fics under 1K kudos

We all know how tempting is to sort fics by kudos, so I'm doing that lol I hope you all enjoy this underrated gems. I might do a part 2, I'm definitely posting a list for wips tomorrow (these are all completed fics btw). I have some moodboards coming, but for now you can check here and for other fic recs here. Okay, let's go!

How to Surprise Your Fiancé With Pork: An Honest Walkthrough by Viktor Nikiforov by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities (@orchids-and-fictional-cities)

Canonverse, Rated T, 5K 

The thing with Viktor is that once he’s set his mind on something, there is a very very minuscule chance of him not following through on said thing. 

He wants to do something for Yuuri: partly as a Valentine’s Day gift, partly as a prelude to Worlds, and partly ‘just because’. It’s somewhere between dwelling on the abstract thought of Yuuri’s hunger as a competitor, and watching the younger skater on Facetime with his mother back home, that an idea starts to form.. 

-- 

This is how Katsuki Yuuri, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the fire of his loins et cetera, ad infinitum, finds Viktor when he walks into the door: standing precariously with one foot on a barstool and the other on top of his counter, frantically fanning at his smoke detector with a magazine. 

• This is hilarious, sweet Viktor... he tries so so hard (also I relate to this more than I would like lol)

voices carry by spookyfoot (@spookyfoot)

Canonverse, Rated T, 4K

God Chris is loud, Victor thinks, half of his glass of vodka sloshing onto the floor as another rhythmic thump sounds against the shared wall between his and Chris’ rooms. Would the hotel allow him to change rooms so late at night? He could probably manage it no problem, but his toiletries are spread all over the bathroom and by the time he packs those up Chris and his…guest should be finished.

He’ll have to wait it out.

A moan floats through the wall. Victor’s not sure if it’s approving his plan or warning him to give up while he still can.

He pours himself some more vodka.

“Fill me up,” Chris's Fuck Buddy (CFB) says.

Oh god. Victor takes a long pull of vodka from his glass.

For once, Chris is quiet enough that Victor can’t hear anything beyond a murmur. And he thinks that’s that until—

“Fuck a baby into me,” Chris’ bedmate moans.

Victor chokes on his drink.

_____ 

Meet cute by way of pregnancy kink 

• *heavy breathing* seriously?? You're giving us Yuuri doing the walk of shame and YUUCHRIS??? beware I laughed so hard I cried, so much secondhand embarrassment.

Lay Your Head by kiaronna (@kiaronna)

Canonverse, Rated G, 2K

By the time they end up sharing a bed, they’ve already slept next to each other everywhere else.  

• I LOVE this trope so much omg, you’re in for a treat A DELIGHT.

overture for two (me & you) by oh_fudgecakes (@asideoftrashplease)

Canonverse, Rated E, 21K

Plagued by his poor performance at the GPF, Yuuri’s disastrous free at Japanese Nationals ends not just in eleventh-place, but deals him with a lasting injury, resulting in him retiring before the events of the show. He becomes a commentator, determined to move on from his uneventful skating career. Yet, a series of chance meetings with a smitten Viktor and his own yearning for the ice keeps drawing him back to competitive figure skating. 

In which everything's different, but it all ends the same anyway. 

• Commentor!Yuuri owns me lol (all Yuuris own me), a great balance between angst and humor.

Lead Me To You by luni

Canonverse, Rated E, 68K

Victor Nikiforov, Russia’s living legend of figure skating, is forced to take most part of the season off because of a rather serious injury. A comeback, no matter how exciting or unexpected, is never easy- especially when the person who is supposed to help Victor through most of it is none other than Katsuki Yuuri, former ace of Japan, now retired.

• Role reversal!! Coach Yuuri!!!! angsty af but oh dear they're crazy for each other. 

Ode To Apollo 13 by cerebella (@badkisser)

Space AU, Rated E, 66K

Yuuri Katsuki has his first and only breakup, and reacts the only way he knows how: board a starship and live out the rest of his life in outer space, millions of light years from the home planet he loves. 

It doesn't work.

• Getting back together is a trope I really enjoy, also friends with benefits *praying hands emoji *  Particularly I like the flashback to their school days and, if you squint, you have some sweet yuuchris too <3 

were stars to burn by xylophones (@xyloophones)

Space AU, Rated T, 7K

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return?

“I’ll call,” Viktor promises, “I’ll write, I’ll send holo videos, I’ll–– I’ll–– I’ll––”

He doesn’t say “I’ll stay if you ask” but he thinks it. He thinks about asking Yuuri to wait for him.

He won’t.

(But he thinks about it: Yuuri, pointing up at the night sky and saying “there’s the love of my life, among the planets, among the streaks of light above us.”) 

• I dont wanna say I cried like a baby because that would be insulting to babies. So sad and beautiful.

Follow Me Down the Milky Way by Skowronek and voxofthevoid (@kaja-skowronek and @voxofthevoid)

Space AU, Rated E, 17K

When decorated space officer Viktor Nikiforov is sent on a mission to bring down an infamous smuggler, he does not expect to be swept off his feet by a pole dancer as mysterious as he is deadly.

Yuuri Katsuki simply tries to make the galaxy a better place with as little collateral damage as possible, but that's easier said than done when a fleet commander's son sneaks into his ship and a pretty officer with a thigh fetish is after his head and dick both.

• BAMF!Yuuri <3 finally Yuuri's thighs get the appreciation and love they deserve. Very sweet and funny!

quantum entanglement by minsyah (@pockybugi)

College/Coffee Shop AU, Rated T, 17K

For some reason, the man—Viktor—sits in front of him, silver hair flouncing as he settles comfortably into the chair, introducing himself as Yuuri’s new math tutor with an easy smile.

And Yuuri, 25 years old with a Ph.D. in Applied Mathematics…doesn’t correct him.

(Viktor mistakes Yuuri for a high school student struggling with Geometry. Yuuri’s too awkward to figure out how to tell him otherwise.)

• I'm still laughing so hard. The ultimate meet cute! Yuuri is a dork, my sweet child.

Can you, not? by shereadsthestars

College AU, Rated M, 7K

"Stop moving," Yuuri hisses.

"I'm not moving," Viktor hisses right back, causing Yuuri to roll his eyes.

"Yes, you are," he says, adjusting himself to the best of his ability so as to accommodate Viktor's incessant shifting. "Or I wouldn't have told you not to."

"Whatever," Viktor breathes, then, without missing a beat, "Go out with me."

"No." 

• Viktor is so in love, Yuuri tries very hard to not fall in love but everything works out in the end. Cute angst? cute angst!

faking in secret by DefiantDreams (@gia-comeatme)

College AU, Rated T, 14K

It gets kind of difficult when you’re simultaneously fake dating and dating in secret at the same time.

Yuuri and Viktor make it work—until they don’t. 

• FAKE SECRET DATING GOOD GOD. This Yuuri omg!!!! oblivious heartbreakek to the max. Adorable and hilarious.

Foresight, not just foreplay by myoue (@cofferi)

Roommates AU, Rated M, 6K

There’s no way I could have casual sex, Victor says, I’d fall in love immediately. 

• Friends with benefits is my weakness and oh?? This fic???? I adore how they dance around each other. Just wonderful!

life with the dull bits cut out by thishasbeencary (@yoyoplisetsky)

Actors AU, Rated T, 9K

Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katuski have been best friends since acting school. Viktor got his big break early, and brought Yuuri on to every exciting event and premier in his career. As Yuuri's career takes off, he does the same with Viktor. They do everything together, and act like they've known each other for their entire lives.

Their fans think they're in love.

(Spoilers: They are.)

• This fic literally made me cry at work, friends to lovers is my favorite trope ever and mutual pining AND OMG THIS IS SO CUTE I WANNA CRY AGAIN, amazing.

The Viktor Nikiforov Affair by YankingAwry (@rvancoogler)

Heist AU, Rated T, 13K

Viktor tries wooing Yuuri. Yuuri will not be wooed. And then there's the small matter of Viktor being a Russian master criminal art thief extraordinaire, Yuuri being the Interpol agent assigned to handle him, and the imminent theft of a hundred million dollar painting.

There's tension throughout the whole fic, Yuuri tries do hard and Viktor tries the hardest.

• The fic I didn’t know I needed BUT I DID, such a good read! this Viktor must be one of my faves, hands down. 

Comes Love by Multiple_Universes (@witharthurkirkland)

Burlesque AU, Rated M, 46K

People in the audience would crane their necks to watch Yuuri sit and calmly sip his drink. He’d raise the glass to his lips and down its contents slowly, as if the gold liquid was honey and not champagne. Or he’d get a cocktail and drink it through a straw in a way that would make the men around him break out into a cold sweat. Then he’d cross his legs and recline in his seat and it didn’t matter what was happening on the stage: every eye in the room was on him. The regulars often said that no one could cross their legs like Eros did.

That night he sat in his usual spot and watched the stage with unseeing eyes. Two weeks of someone leaving a bouquet of roses would make anyone curious. He’d always find them in the same spot. There were always seven of them. And they always came without a note. But Yuuri knew they were all from the same person.

A Burlesque AU with Yuuri as a performer and Victor as his admirer.

• Are you ready to experience the best visuals of your existence? *fans self* This Yuuri is just too powerful, def too much to handle (praying for Viktor). Strip and fluff is now my new religion. It was angsty at times but overall it was very sexy and cute, so lovely.