#weird red itchy bumps broke out all over my body

[angryscreeching]

oh my god fighting for my life

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I know I have some asks for fics in my inbox however Ive been having a hard time but I did manage to write this

Also Im so sorry its so long my computer broke and I cant get the read more on my phone

Cuts and bruises

Rating: teens and up

Warings: mentions of blood, injury and death

Characters: Ron Weasley, Arthur Weasley

Summery: Arthur helps Ron deal with his brain scars

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"Ronald" Arthur knocked lightly on his son's door, opening it slightly. He waited a second, the quiet clanking from the ghoul in the attic the only sound be heard. Giving one more soft knock he heard a small grunt and the ruffling of bed sheets. Taking that as a yes he entered Ron's room, pieces of clothes discarded all over the floor and his school stuff, thrown out of his trunk but never put away. The warm wind came from the open window behind closed curtains, darkening the room. Ron laid on his bed, head buried deep into hom pillow. His arms were splayed out, loose bandages coming off of them. His shirt laid discarded beside him, scrunched up beside his pillow while his blanket was pulled up over his cold back. 

Arthur walked towards him, sitting down next to Ron before patting his head, running his fingers through greasy hair. A deep breath escaped Arthur before he moved his hands to the bandages, gently taking them off. Deep wounds encrusted his son's arms, harsh red cuts swirling down his arms, creeping up over his shoulders and meeting in the middle of his back. They looked raw, flakey skin itchy and irritating, the soft pulse of pain flaring up whenever the bandages slipped off. Occasionally Ron would grunt in pain, a soft when caught in the back of his throat, Arthur would wince in remorse, a quiet sorry on the tip of his tongue. He continued to take them off, the scratchy fabric damp with sweat. Ron tried to stay still, eyes avoiding his father at all cost, he could feel his dad play with his arms, trying not to bend them at weird angles as he removed the bandages. Patiently waiting, Arthur slowly finished, being careful not to make Ron more uncomfortable than he already was before he grabbed a jar of cream by his bed. Opening the jar Arthur scoped out a fingerful of light pink ointment, a citrusy scent filling the air. Carefully he started to rub his hands in circles along Rons back, the cream cooling against his skin and bringing down the swelling. He continued like that for a few minutes, moving his hands in small circles as a light wind chilled them, the dark room soluml. 

"Dad?" Ron croaked out, a quiet voice loud against the silence. Arthur hummed in acknowledgement, tucking a piece of hair behind Rons ear. "I-" Ron carefully considered his words, unsure of what he was about to say. "I'm sorry" his words sounded sad, a depressing tone filling his voice. 

"What do you have to be sorry for?" Arthur was fully aware of why his son was apologizing, him having broken down in the hospital wing over his apparent "failures" feeling as if his injury had let people down. Of course he knew Ron wasn't a failure, feeling very proud of his bravery but also considered over his loyalty. He knew Ron would run into any situation if he was sure it was the right thing to do, not caring if he hurt himself or got himself killed. 

"I-" Ron tried to sit up, lifting his head up and getting up onto his elbows. 

"No,no" Arthur whispered, putting a hand on Ron's back before gently shoving him back down. This time Ron faced him, eyes wet and lips trembling. 

"I-dad, it hurts" Ron spoke so quietly. Arthur almost missed what he said. Gently picking up one of Ron's arms he continued his rubbing,

"This will help" his tone was reassuring. Ron looked up at him before looking back down to his arm, chewing worriedly on his lip. "Stop that'' Arthur touched Ron's face, gently caressing the side while poking at the corner of his mouth. He smiled kindly when Ron stopped the nervous habit, insead he played with the end of his pillow case, twisting loose thread around his sore fingers. 

"Dad?" Ron's voice spoke again. Arthur looked back at him, ready to listen. "Did I- did I do something wrong" tears sprung into his eyes, threatening to spill over. 

Arthur knew what Ron was referring too, the deep cries of Molly when he returned bloody and broken from the department of mysteries. The sympathetic looks his brothers would give him. The whole family walked on eggshells around Ron, fearful he would break. Everyone was just concerned, he was too, Ron had always gone on crazy adventures, getting himself into hidden troubles far before going to hogwarts. He knew Ron got into danger, having fought off trolls and dementors but he was always fine. A few bumps and scratches along the way but it was always something that with a flick of a wand he could fix but this time? Ron could have died. This was the first time he really thought about his children dying. Of course he knew about Ginny and how hurt she was in her first year but when he saw her she was fine, cleaned up and put into new pajamas it was as if nothing ever happened. But Ron, watching him come in covered blood, listening to his painful cries as people rushed to his aid he was faced with the reality that he may outlive his youngest son.

"No Ronnie" tears sprung in his eyes "you did nothing wrong" he rubbed at Ron's hair, giving him a kiss on the forehead "we're just worried that's all" he whispered out, swallowing back his tears. Ron seemed content with his answer, smiling softly and resting back against his bed, body relaxed. Arthur continued his work, finishing up with the ointment before grabbing some bandages, wrapping them securely around Rons wounds. 

As the time went by he finished up his work, grabbing Ron a new shirt before helping him put it on, head nodding off and tired eyes trying to stay open. He gently laughed to himself and Rons willingness to be helped, knowing that if he wasn't almost half asleep he'd insist upon doing everything himself. Happy with what he's done he secured the bandages by Rons hands, hoping they wouldn't fall off during his sleep. Watching Ron get into his bed he tucked him in, pulling the blankets up to his chin and patting him on the head. He went to close the window, the final peaks of sunlight disappearing in the horizon. Locking it he went to leave, hoping his son would sleep restfully. 

"Dad?" The soft voice came again, tired and bringing upon a yawn. 

"Yes?" He turned around, hand slipping off the doorknob

"Thank you"

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Thanks for reading! I am starting a mini series on ao3 of missing Ron and family moments

[micahmunet-blog]

Psoriasis

I have had my fair share of insecurities in my life, but my biggest one by far has been my skin. Not just because it covers my entire body and it is seen by everyone in the entire planet but because of how my skin reacts.

When I was younger, I played soccer for most of my life (12 years to be exact). At around 4th grade, I started developing really bad acne due to constantly being sweaty, oily, and out in the sun for hours on end. No one really had acne and I felt so uncomfortable with all the pimples I was presented with.

One day, I noticed I had a rash on my leg and that later developed into red patches all over my stomach, back, arms, everywhere. I didn’t even realize how bad it was until I went to the doctors and he told me it had moved all over my back. What I had was called pityriasis rosea which was flaky, itchy patches all over my body. Turns out, that my mom had it when she was 18 and that it was hereditary (go figure). The doctor even said that I would possibly get it again when I turned 18. Thank god I didn’t, but I was met with another unexpected problem.

When I was a sophomore, I started to develop a scab on my left elbow. It was extremely itchy and flaky and honestly just gross. I was so insecure about it that when people asked me what happened, I would say it was from soccer when in reality, I had no idea where it came from. My mom saw it one day and we went to the doctor and he just explained that it was eczema and it was nothing to worry about.

All throughout high school, my skin was sensitive to everything. I couldn’t wash my face with harsh products because it would irritate my skin, I couldn’t wear too much face makeup because it broke me out no matter what, and so many more problems. I always dealt with eczema when the seasons would constantly be changing because California can’t seem to make up its mind. However, in my senior year of high school, I started to get that weird flaky patch on the side of my face next to my eyebrow. It was there for a full year until I tried a chemical peel that took it away, while also clearing my whole skin of my acne.

Sophomore year of college, the infamous flaky patch on the elbow showed up again, but this time it was on the opposite arm. This time it was way worst than it had been before. It wasn’t until one day while I was at work where someone noticed it and asked what it was while their face showed a bit of disgust. In that moment, I just wanted to cry because It felt like high school all over again and I didn’t know what to say. It was in that moment where I decided that I was tired of dealing with all these skin problems where I chose to go to a real dermatologist to get answers and hopefully medication to take to help it go away.

At the appointment, the nurse asked me what I was experiencing, if it itched, how long it had been there, etc. When the doctor came in, I was just expecting her to say that it was eczema, give me an antibiotic and a cream, and I’d be on my way. However, she gave it one look and said that I had moderate plaque psoriasis, which is a chronic autoimmune disease where my skin cells generate rapidly and cause buildups, explaining all the rashes and bumps I had. It’s main cause is due to high levels of stress. Although this could be a lot worst, these rashes were still really painful, itchy, and just terrible to deal with. With the prescriptions she gave me I was able to get rid of them rather fast, but now as I type, they’re coming back but also on my legs as well.

I try to look on the bright side of things because this could’ve been a lot worst. This is just something in my life that I can spread awareness to because it doesn’t seem like something people talk about rather than “Kim Kardashian has that to” which is what everyone told me when I said the news. She has the money to get the absolute best treatment whereas me, I can’t hide it and I have to live with it. One scratch and my arm starts to flare up in bumps. Sometimes I just look at my skin and cry because I don’t feel beautiful, but I also thank my psoriasis for this because it only gives me a reason to find beauty within myself rather than on the outside, which is what really matters. So thank you skin for being a pain but for teaching me about optimism and that I should try it sometime.

Some tips if you meet someone with psoriasis:1.Do not stare at it

2.Do not ask if it’s painful (odds are that it is)

3.Do not say “don’t scratch it” (like we don’t already know)

4.Do not point it out!!!!!!

5.ITS NOT CONTAGIOUS

Sincerely,

Micah