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This was first try at writing bleville so hopefully it wasn’t to shitey
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"Draco told me that I'd find you here, though I didn't take you as a plant person."
"Leave me alone Longbottom."
"Parkinson got really worried when you left like that Blaise. It gave just about all of us quite a shock."
"I told you to leave me alone Longbottom. Why can't you just listen?"
Neville sat down next to the boy against the wooden desks.
"I am listening. I can hear you asking for help. You just don't know how to ask for it after never being given it."
Blaise's eyes widened, looking at the Gryffindor with shock and hesitance.
"What are you playing at Longbottom?", Blaise responded defensively, narrowing his eyes.
Neville snickered, "I'm not playing at anything Blaise. All I want is for you to tell me what's going on. Your best friends are worried and you won't even tell them what's wrong. So why?"
Blaise faltered before answering the blond-brunet.
"It- it's not that I don't want to tell them, it's just-"
"It's just what?", Neville egged him.
"It's just that I can't tell them, Longbottom! Don't you understand?! They've always depended on me. I was the shoulder to cry on. I was the strong one. They couldn't afford to have me just as broken as them. They need me too much for that to ever happen."
The Gryffindor looked at the Slytherin. He had suspected something like this but not to this degree.
"I could be your shoulder to cry on. I don't mind."
Blaise looked up at the Gryffindor with tear-stained cheeks that would have been hardly noticeable to Neville if they weren't that close.
"Really? If this is just some lame joke I swear-"
"No, no. I'm not joking. I can see how stressed you've been. It doesn't help when your best friends are constantly being bullied by some assholes. Though you do realize that you could just call me Neville, right?"
Blaise gave Neville a weak smile before being pulled into a big hug.
"Thanks."
"No problem, I'm always going to be there for you."
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feuillemort
So yeah I guess this another ficlet post or whatever it’s called
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The fall wind rustled sharply, whispering words unknown to the human ear.
Two boys, intentions alike, walked through the chill wind as they came to a stop.
One boy, a warm copper hue with silky, ebony coils slightly cropped and honey brown eyes, looked down at the other who had terra-cotta locks that hung loosely on his rose pale face littered with freckles, and cornflower blue eyes.
"Y'know, mum had this big tree grown when I was nine. I used to spend all my time just staying under the tree doing...y'know, chess, games all of that. It burned down during a thunderstorm around the beginning of my second year. The only thing left of the tree that managed to not burn was this little leaf. It was a dying leaf. I managed to preserve it though. Maybe someday I'd get to grow a tree like that. It was always fun to have."
The standing one crouched to meet the redhead's height. He looked at him briefly before replying to the irregular statement.
"Mother liked shrubs and plants like those but never had to the time to care for them. She was to busy with everything else to find the time. Sometimes I would sit on one of the dusty greenhouses' benches and watch the house-elves tend to the garden. Albeit, Mother had a plant she did have time for, and that was just a small oak tree. It was your oak tree but she never let the elves touch it. She got the tree long before I was born but has never lost a single leaf during fall. I still don't understand it."
Silence quickly consumed the conversation as the two boys crouched on the ground covered with dying, fallen leaves all browning.
"I guess we're not that different."
"I suppose not."
The boy with hair terra-cotta locks gave the other a roguish grin before hauling himself up. He gave the other boy a hand.
"D'you wanna go to that coffee shop on Phoenix Lane with me? Hot chocolate's on me."
"Only as long as I can buy some biscuits."
"Deal."
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noctuary
I haven’t posted in so long, sorry about that! Anyway, here’s another ficlet but drarry this time!
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The blond looked at a page in his photo album with love as he sat on his bed.
The page was filled with pictures of his first date with his first and only love, Harry.
The page was filled with pictures both muggle and magic alike. They brought back memories he had never planned on letting go.
The first picture was a muggle one, taken by some muggle. Their first date was a dare at first. The two were already together but wanted to see who could make the other blush as they couldn't decide on one place to go.
Harry had won quickly as his bronze skin, inherited by his father, concealed any traces of blush whilst Draco's pale skin made any sort of colour aside from his skin tone, very visible.
Another picture showed a slightly fuzzy picture of a now very pale Draco clinging onto a jacket that must've belonged to Harry. Harry was probably the one to take the picture after seeing how badly that picture was taken.
Draco shuddered as he remembered the horrifying movie.
The muggle movie the couple saw was an old horror one the movie decided to play again for old times sake and more money. The blond was scared beyond his wits when they watched the old horror movie. He clung to Harry as they walked out.
Just below the previous picture was a shakily taken pictured with a red-faced Draco obviously ranting about something and a Harry giggling into his hand.
When the movie had finished, he went on a tirade about how discriminatory the muggles were to wizard-kind by depicting them as heartless monsters ready to murder or control every muggle in the world.
Next to that picture was one taken by Draco.
During his very reasonable tantrum, his date had only laughed at him which resulted in some leftover popcorn dumped onto his hair. Draco remembered how they had to skip dinner so Harry could wash his hair. Although, Draco ended up washing his hair for him because he had terrible hair products and the blond had refused to be seen with someone who used such "atrocious" hair products. Plus, he didn't even know that the shampoo came before the conditioner or his hair type.
The blond laughed out loud remembering the scene. Thank Merlin he educated Harry. He looked so much better now.
"Is that what I think it is?", A voice behind Draco said, wrapping their arms around his slim waist.
"Well, what else do you think it is Harry?", Draco snapped playfully resting his head onto the shoulder behind him. Harry promptly nuzzled his head into the nape of his lover's neck.
"Our first date.", Harry replied calmly, taking in Draco's scent.
"Mhm..", Draco sighed, content.
If Draco told himself when he was eleven that The-Boy-Who-Lived became The-Boy-He-Loved his younger self might've fainted. But he was content with his life.
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#drarry#harco#ficlet#one shot#noctuary#Don't copy onto another site#photo album#first date#dare#established relationship
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Blairon Story Prompt List
All of my blairon ideas just hit me like a train and now I don’t know which one to do first. That’s brought me to asking anyone who’d like to, choose a word so I could make a one shot out of it. I’m not going to add the definitions of the words, so in a sense, you’ll just be picking a story blindly. But feel free to pick a word for me to make a story out of it! The main ship for this list is blairon! I have a lot more words to use so there might be a part 2 to this! But probably after I get through this list!
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latibule
accismus
kismet
gigil
snaccident
insouciant
tacenda
redamancy
cingulomania
kilig
whelve
anam cara
cloudburst
clinomania
opia
eutony
lethologica
filipendulous
étoile filante
alexithymia
basorexia
duende
procaffeinating
hypophrenia
apaixonar
velleite
felicity
slugabed
mesmeric
absquatulate
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#blairon#prompts#prompt list#word-based prompts#ron x blaise#blaise x ron#blon#ronblaise#rose#words#unique words
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twitterpated
Here is another prewritten one shot that is also blairon! I’m willing write something other than blairon. I for the life of me cannot write straight ships as a main ship so that pretty meh. Am I the only one who's fine with spending hours alone in my own room when its pitch black just looking at words for the sake of it? I mean, it is pretty fun. This one had 2k words so yeah, it may not be the biggest one-shot you've ever read so excuse that minor detail. I might post some head cannons I have for my HP ships as well.
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Ron was in awe of him.
He was almost as popular as Malfoy, with even Malfoy as his friend.
He was the only Slytherin in Professor Slughorn's "Slug Club" mainly because he was one of the top students in potions, aside from his mother's connections.
He was a sensible, grounded person, who actually knew the right time to speak along with being level headed.
And to add on top of that he was quite an attractive person, which was why Ron had no idea on how he wasn't with anyone yet romantically.
Of course the boy that put Ron in that love-struck state was none other than Blaise Zabini.
But Ron couldn't ever imagine a universe where Blaise would love him back.
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"As it is a new semester, and also a fresh start to the new year, Headmistress Mcgonagall has suggested that all professors, including myself, should be rearranging the seating plan. This isn't very new, but as Hogwart's new goal to creating more inter-house relationships, whether platonic or not, we would like to encourage that type of thing more. So please, accordingly line yourselves up at the front as I reassign you to your new seating partner.", Professor Slughorn explained to his sixth year class which contained both Slytherin and Gryffindor students.
Murmurs could be heard as the students all slowly slunk towards the front of the class, with Gryffindor on one side and Slytherins on the other, whispering their complaints and worries about how all of this could end.
"Professor, if I may, but if we are pairing with someone from another house and we are brewing a potion, how will you know who actually did the potion and who to give the points to?",Hermione blurted out stepping out of line. She secretly sent a glare towards the Slytherins which was quickly returned back by Pansy Parkinson.
"Wonderful question Miss Granger! The points will be evenly given to both participants. And I can assure that all of you will be working instead of slacking off.",the old professor replied jovially as Hermione stepped back in line.
After a few more questions asking about how this inter-house seating arrangement would even work, from both the Slytherin and Gryffindor houses, Professor Slughorn eventually started listing out the seating partners.
"Ms. Granger and Ms. Parkinson, Mr. Longbottom and Mr. Nott, Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter...", Slughorn continued on as Ron lost almost all interest. He'd rather wait to see the day where Seamus didn't blow up his potion instead of having to wait for his name to be called.
"...And lastly, Mr. Weasley with Mr. Zabini.", Professor Slughorn finished, with his regular, cheery tone.
Thankfully, Ron managed to keep his face from heating up as he slowly trudged behind the Slytherin boy towards the very last desk, on the left-hand side.
Since the rearranging of the seating plan had taken so long, Professor Slughorn decided to use the last fifteen minutes of class for the partners to socialize and get to know one another.
"So...",Ron started nervously scratching the back of his head looking at the slightly shorter boy who lazily leaned against the wall, his arms crossed.
"If you're trying to start a conversation Weasley, anyone could tell how much of an amateur you are at starting one.",Blaise drawled as Ron looked at him in utter bewilderment.
"I-uh..",Ron stuttered his face slightly became coated with a crimson red blush before composing himself.
"You are quite the Gryffindor Weasley.",Blaise remarked, quietly chuckling, with Ron starting to laugh soon after.
"Either way, it's nice to actually meet a Slytherin who isn't as stuck up as the rest.",Ron smiled warmly.
"You actually think that every Slytherin is stuck up? We're just more in control of our emotions. Besides, you may be a pureblood, but that doesn't mean you were raised like the other purebloods.",Blaise answered nonchalantly, as he sat down on the high-legged stool behind him.
"Well, all of my older brothers had dealt with Slytherins and all of their antics, so I guess what they told me just rubbed off onto me.",Ron told Blaise grabbing another high-legged stool behind him to sit on.
"I would hate it if I had a sibling, more so an older one. I don't get how you even withstood having three older brothers.",Blaise laughed again, while also easing the tension from their conversation topic prior to this one.
"Five actually. I had two more brothers who graduated before I got to Hogwarts.",Ron chuckled as Blaise's eyes widened in surprise.
"Your mum had to take care of six boys and a daughter on top of that? How did that woman even handle it?",Blaise smirked with a hearty laugh from Ron as a response.
"I don't even know. But she sure was strict.",Chuckled Ron.
"What a bummer. My mum was to busy with her husbands to even properly discipline me.", Blaise admitted with a sarcastic sigh.
"Ok class! Thank you to the most of you who did talk with one another, but you may head upstairs to the great hall for lunch now. I heard the elves have cooked something great today!",Slughorn announced to the class as he left before his students, eager to eat.
As Blaise had picked up his potions book and was about to join his friends for lunch, Ron did something he never thought he would do.
Ron quickly tugged Blaise's sleeve as Blaise was about to leave making the sixth year Slytherin boy turn around confused.
"Sorry Zabini, but do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?",Ron said quickly as his fingers involuntarily twiddled around with one another on his lap.
"Like a date?",Blaise inquired, slightly smirking.
"O-oh, n-no! Just as friends! I mean if you want to be friends.",Ron stuttered his face quickly turning as red as his hair.
Blaise's smile faded slightly as he frowned, albeit, Ron had't noticed this, and was too busy looking at his lap with a greatly warmed face.
"Why not. Would you like to meet at Honeydukes on Saturday at around twelve o'clock? I haven't had chocolate frogs since last semester.",Blaise replied as he smiled again.
"Great!",Replied Ron, who managed to compose himself, once again.
Blaise turned around to see Pansy Parkinson impatiently waiting by the doorway. Blaise turned back around and gave Ron a lopsided smile and a small wave before grabbing his potions book and quickly walking over to Pansy.
"Bloody hell, I think I just befriended him.",Ron thought to himself, dumbfounded, whilst shaking his head after the two Slytherins were out of sight.
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Skip to the Saturday morning of Ron's meet up with Blaise, and Ron was a complete wreck.
Emotionally, of course.
Ron paced around his dorm room in circles worried about what could possibly happen.
What if Blaise thought he wasn't good enough?
What if Blaise thought he was to poor to even befriend more so get together with?
What if Blaise found out he liked him?
What if Blaise never even showed up and it was just a prank?
Ron was going in circles both emotionally and physically until he was shook out of his trance.
It was just Neville.
"Are you okay? Hermione just told me that you should be going now if you want to make it on time to Hogsmeade.",Neville told the distressed redhead.
Ron frantically casted a tempus charm to see that it was almost twelve, the time that he and Blaise agreed to meet up at.
"Shit!",Ron hissed as he ran out of the dorm grabbing a warm jacket along with his newest sweater from his mum. Whilst he was leaving, he also left a confused Neville left to ponder on who the boy was meeting at Hogsmeade.
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Ron saw Blaise waiting for him in the front of Honeydukes with a light gray sweater and an emerald green woollen scarf.
When Blaise noticed the redhead hurriedly running towards him, he waved and smiled as Ron was panting quite heavily trying to catch his breath.
"Are you okay?",Blaise asked genuinely worried that something had happened to Ron.
"I'm fine, I just didn't realise how late I was until the last minute so I ran here so you wouldn't need to wait. But how long were you standing there waiting for me?",Ron countered.
"Just about ten minutes.",Blaise chuckled at the red-faced redhead.
"That long? Bloody hell, I'm so sorry, are you cold?",Ron asked not wanting Blaise to be sick thanks to him.
"Not that much, although it is surprisingly cold for a January afternoon.",Blaise replied.
"Yeah, Hermione told me that the muggles were doing that. She says it's because they don't know how to clean up after their messes. It's somehow destroying the world.",Ron laughed.
"We should probably go inside, fourth years have started crowding the entire place at thirteen o'clock. It's quite the madhouse.",Blaise said, grabbing Ron's hand and pulling him into the freshly painted pink and turquoise building.
Ron was beyond grateful the boy pulling him hadn't looked back at Ron, or else he would have seen Ron's overly flushed face.
Once inside the candy store, Blaise hadn't let go of Ron's hand, seemingly forgetting that they were holding hands in the first place.
But of course Ron wasn't going to argue.
Walking down the small twists and turns of the candy store was quite tiring but after ten minutes the boys found the chocolate aisle.
"How many should we get.",Blaise asked Ron.
Ron fished his pocket to find his coin bag and remembered that he had around two galleons worth of sickles in there with probably a bit extra. The chocolate frogs were one chocolate frog for two galleons. So at least he could afford one chocolate frog and wouldn't embarrass himself in front of his crush.
After the two bought their chocolate frogs they stopped at the front door.
"How many did you get? Most I could get was one chocolate frog.",Replied Ron with uncomfortableness lining his voice.
"I just settled for two, but I insist you take one of mine.",Blaise told Ron, taking one of his chocolate frog boxes and shoving it into Ron's hand.
"I'm sorry, I can't, you paid for this.",Ron said holding out the given Chocolate Frog box for Blaise to take back.
"Nonsense, I could just buy another some other time. Take it as a thank you gift for inviting me to Hogsmeade.",Smiled Blaise before opening the door for them to exit to store.
"What do you want to do now?",Ron asked as they only made plans to go to Honeydukes.
"We could just walk around. I mean, do you want to walk?",Blaise replied.
"Sure.",Ron grinned.
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After about 10 minutes of walking around the Hogsmeade grounds it started to snow, much to Blaise's distaste.
"I said it before and I'll say it again. This is to cold for a January afternoon.",Blaise shivered.
Ron chuckled before slipping off his jacket and putting it on Blaise. Blaise's face warmed up in embarrassment but it was quite hard for Ron to tell as the oblivious redhead had thought it was just because he gave him something to keep him warm.
"Are you okay now?",Ron asked gently.
Blaise just smiled at Ron and hugged him as Ron's face stretched wide as a smile formed on his face also.
"You know, anyone would be lucky to have you, you're too nice.",Blaise said.
"Well I would be lucky to have them.",Ron answered.
"Well come on then Weasley, I'm sure we can find you a special someone another time."Blaise smirked at him him.
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The two stopped to sit on a ledge after half an hour of walking around. It was almost thirteen o'clock and Blaise was both quite knackered.
"I never realised how tiring walking could be.",Blaise yawned.
"Well now you have. Should we go back then if you're so tired?",Ron queried with some amusement in his voice.
"No, Pansy is currently in a mood and I have no intentions on being in the same room with her when she's in that kind of state.",Blaise replied wearily as Ron laughed.
"Well you could just sleep here. My shoulder is free."Ron reasoned without a thought, as Blaise yawned before promptly falling asleep on Ron's shoulder.
When Ron realized what he did he was a mixture of embarrassment and surprise on his own behalf.
So in all, he was quite shocked.
Another thirty minutes passed before Ron nudged Blaise awake. It was only thirteen-thirty, but they were supposed to be back before fourteen o'clock and it would take a bit of time to return to the castle without a carriage.
And Ron was not in the mood to wait in the carriage line for fifteen minutes, just for the carriage ride to be another fifteen minutes. And the professors were quite strict, even if a student was only a minute late. Once, a student had received two weeks of detention with Professor Snape for returning back to the castle five minutes after the curfew.
The two walked back quietly for a change and Ron kept glancing down to both his, and then Blaise's hands. Merlin knows how much he wanted to hold them.
Halfway to the castle, Ron and Blaise's hand briefly brushed up against one another and Ron had to fight down the crimson blush from eroding his pale, freckled cheeks. Blaise for one, seemed to not have noticed the entire situation.
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When the two boys could see the gates leading into Hogwarts and the crowd of students lining up to be accounted as returned on the Hogsmeade list, Blaise grabbed Ron's hand and quickly dragged the puzzled redhead behind a tall array of bushes where nobody would be able to see them.
"Sorry Weasley for dragging you, it's just that- I just wanted to thank you for the afternoon. It was really enjoyable.",Blaise told Ron, though not meeting Ron's eyes.
Ron unthinkingly went closer to the Slytherin. At this point he wasn't even focussing on he possibilities of what could happen.
Ron slowly closed his eyes, leaned downwards slightly, his hands snaking around the Slytherin's slim waist and he kissed him.
Right on the lips.
The kiss was short, with Ron's lips brushing not very forcibly pressed against Blaise's own. But Ron's face looked exactly like his fiery red hair.
Ron's eyes widened as he realised what he did.
He just kissed Blaise Zabini.
But before he could process much more, he was pulled down into another kiss, except a better one this time.
After a few seconds, Ron's mind finally had a grasp of what was happening. His eyes closed again as he pulled the Slytherin closer to him as his hand were still coiled around Blaise's waist. He never wanted to let go of him.
Blaise pulled away first as Ron's eyes were still closed, a bit discombobulated from the separation.
Ron realized Blaise's hands were wrapped around Ron's neck as Blaise hugged him.
"I can't believe we just kissed.",Ron grinned widely hugging Blaise back.
"I'm more surprised on how you aren't even that bad of a kisser.",Blaise smirked as Ron just hugged Blaise tighter playfully.
"Should we go back to the castle? I'd reckon the others might be waiting for us.",Ron assumed.
"I'd reckon so too Weasley.",Blaise replied as Ron let go so they could walk back to the castle.
This time they walked back to the castle holding hands.
And Ron was absolutely love struck.
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cafuné
I already posted this on Ao3 but I felt like posting it here on Tumblr as well! It is the first one shot of my blairon one shot collection called The Little Things in Life! I’m probably going to post the one shots here as well as posting them onto wattpad and Ao3
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It was a pretty quiet Sunday afternoon.
Ron and Blaise were sitting on the couch. Blaise was in between Ron's legs, his back leaning into the redhead's chest, silently reading a book. Ron's head was rested on his lover's shoulder, occasionally reading a few bits of the page his partner was on. He didn't get much out of it as Blaise read faster than him. Although sometimes Blaise would linger on a page for a bit longer so Ron could finish the page as well.
Of course, Ron hardly had any idea what the book was about.
But he enjoyed his boyfriend's presence.
A small tap could be heard from the glass window where Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl, carried a few letters in his claws, his wings flapping impatiently.
"Do you have to get it?",Ron groaned as Blaise put his book down and got out of his spot to open the window for the runty owl.
Blaise smirked at the redhead who was obviously annoyed at the loss of their moment. The darker skinned took the letters from the owl and gave Pigwidgeon a few of its treats.
"It's just some mail, no need to be so overdramatic. I swear, you're just like Draco in his first year.", Blaise laughed, returning to his original position between Ron's legs. The letters were long forgotten when he put them on the table back to the couch.
"Well I was touch starved.",Ron pouted.
"Salazar, you are such an idiot.",Blaise replied.
"But I am your idiot.",Ron smirked.
"Sure Weasley."
Ron readjusted the couple's position on the couch so he was sitting upright and Blaise was laying on the couch his head on Ron's lap. The laying boy picked his book back up reading it sideways as Ron just smiled.
Ron ran his finger through Blaise hair. The redhead did like that a lot about his boyfriend. Ron loved to just play around with Blaise's curly hair. He grew it out a bit so it was as short from when they were at Hogwarts. Ron would sometimes find himself jealous at how easily his partner could fix his hair to perfection in a few minutes while he took almost half an hour to just keep his own hair down.
"Have I ever told you how much I love your hair?",Ron said absentmindedly, his fingers stroking his lover's hair.
"You tell me that almost every single day. Do you ever plan on stopping?"
"Only for as long as I love you.",The ex-Gryffindor smiled warmly planting a chaste kiss on the ex-Slytherin's cheek.
Blaise sighed in content. He wished that this moment would last forever. No need to worry about work, life and everything else in between.
They only needed each other and that was enough.
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#blairon#ron x blaise#chill#pigwidgeon#quiet moments#sweet#blaise x ron#ron weasley#blaise zabini#cafuné#fluff#ficlet
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