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be11atrixthestrange · 3 years

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Waking Up In Vegas: Chapter 4

After a night of debauchery, Ron and Hermione wake up in Vegas... married.

Muggle!AU. Romcom!Romione. Slow burning, smutty, angst-fest.

Rated M for reasons.

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Chapter 4

[Hermione]

Hermione breathes a sigh of relief when she enters her hotel room, and the door shuts behind her. She pulls off the Chudley Cannons t-shirt and boxers, throwing them into a pile on the floor by her suitcase, before making her way to the bathroom for a shower.

Her suite's bathroom is an assault of color, too happy and cheerful to match her sullen mood. The tiles form an elaborate design which Hermione guesses is supposed to be a mermaid, but who knows, really. She stopped trying to identify any cohesive theme to the hotel's elaborate decor the moment she arrived.

As she scrubs herself clean, she can't help but wonder about last night. Did they really have sex? If they had, it would be a first for her. She's had sex before, of course, but only within the boundaries of a committed relationship. Never a one-night-stand, if that's what that was.

The idea that she and Ron Weasley might have shagged last night doesn't bother her in the way she'd expect — in fact, there's a small, but very present part of her that hopes they did. Hermione's only slept with one other man before, and her anxiety surfaces every time she imagines having sex with someone else — someone who might see her differently than her ex-boyfriend Viktor. She often wonders if there's anyone else out there that finds her attractive enough, and hates to admit that insecurity led her to stay with Viktor much longer than she really should have. It's that same fear that makes the thought of taking her clothes off in front of another man so daunting. She's often tempted to numb her worries with alcohol, and get it over with. Maybe last night she did.

Hermione glances down at her body and tries to keep her insecurities at bay, but she can't. She's never been one to concern herself with cosmetic endeavors, not like Lavender, who is always talking about tanning lotion and bikini waxes. She wonders what parts of her Ron had seen and touched, and oddly, she's desperate to know if he liked it.

She's imagined sleeping with Ron before. Not intentionally, of course. It's just a passing thought that occurs with any single, attractive, age-appropriate man, but for some reason, it happens more frequently with Ron. Neville, Dean, and Seamus, Harry's other groomsmen, are all just as attractive, but she isn't nearly as curious to know what it would be like to shag them. Maybe it's the way that Ron bickers with her and irritates her — there's something so focused about it. It's like he knows exactly how to push her buttons. Her need to learn more about him in bed must be purely academic — if he can drive her mind crazy, what might he be able to do to her body?

It's tempting to reprimand herself like she might a friend after a one-night-stand, but she doesn't feel guilty. If there's any reason to be angry with herself, it's not because she slept with Ron; it's because she can't remember it, and she really, really, wants to. For science, of course.

Unable to avoid the day any longer, she turns the shower off and reaches for her towel to dry herself. Any guilt she feels is mostly about ditching Ginny last night. This week is for Ginny, and as her maid of honor, Hermione has a duty not to abandon her to rendezvous with her brother.

She wraps her towel tightly around her body and heads back into the bedroom. The bathroom's aggressive color scheme continues into the rest of the suite, but the mermaid tiles are now replaced with lime-green area rugs, lava lamps, and an ombre accent wall that fades from white to teal. The whole ordeal feels both retro and modern, like she's entering both the past and future at the same time. While rummaging in her suitcase, she finds her phone, blinking with dozens of missed messages from Ginny. Scrolling through the messages tells her that Ginny was really worried about her last night.

Where did you go?

Are you ok?

Are you with someone?

Please text me back, I'm worried!

The phone buzzes and startles Hermione. She glances down to see Ginny's name again, this time accompanied by a new message.

Don't forget about brunch! You owe me a mimosa and an explanation! 11 am :)

Okay, Ginny doesn't sound too angry. Hermione checks the clock and groans. 10:55 am.

She extracts a clean change of clothes from her bag, which happens to be a periwinkle sundress that Ginny convinced her to buy for the trip. It's a little shorter and more revealing than Hermione would typically choose, but seeing her in it might make Ginny feel more sympathetic. Plus, if she shows up looking perfectly put-together, she might have a chance at convincing the girls that she did not get blackout drunk and shag Ron Weasley last night. Still, she imagines showing up to brunch in Ron's boxers and Chudley Cannons t-shirt, and the picture brings a smile to her lips. Of course, she'd never do that, but the look on Lavender's face might be worth it.

Hermione sends Ginny a quick text to tell her she's on her way and pulls the sundress over her head. She then stations herself in front of the bathroom mirror to work on both her hair and an alibi.

One step into the god-knows-what-themed restaurant gives Hermione an instant headache. The music, the conversation, and the smell of breakfast food and alcohol instantly remind her of her hangover. She passes the giant, decorative goblet in the middle of the room and spots Ginny's red hair, standing out against the forest-green wall paint behind her. Ginny sees her too, and waves her down.

"Hermione Jean Granger!" says Ginny as soon as Hermione sits down at the creaky bamboo chair across from her. Also at the table are Luna, Demelza, and Lavender, who eyes Hermione's dress suspiciously. "Dish!"

Ginny's already halfway through her first mimosa and is smiling brightly. Hermione instantly relaxes at her demeanor, her guilt melting away. "Dish? About what?"

"Where you ran off to last night, of course!"

"Ginny thinks you shagged someone, but I think you just went back to bed," says Lavender, and Hermione is briefly tempted to wipe the smug smile off her face with the truth, but she resists.

"What does everyone else think?" asks Hermione. Maybe they'll come up with a better alibi than she has.

"We took bets. I think you ran off and shagged a stranger, because I know there's a rebel in there somewhere," says Ginny, waving a lazy finger toward her face. "Lavender thinks you just went to bed early like a party-pooper. Luna thinks you got lost. And Demelza thinks you disappeared with Ron."

"What?" says Hermione, glancing curiously at Demelza, "Ron?"

"Yeah," shrugs Demelza. "It would make sense."

"Would it?"

"Not like that," chuckles Lavender, rolling her eyes. "It would make sense because he's the best man. Demelza thinks you two are planning something for Ginny and Harry, and that's why you two disappeared. We can't figure out where he went either, but Harry's working on finding out," she adds bitterly.

"Oh," says Hermione, breathing a sigh of relief. "I thought you meant—"

"We didn't," laughs Demelza.

"Definitely not," says Lavender cooly. "You're not his type, anyway."

Hermione turns away from Lavender, ignoring the prickle of insecurity ignited by her comment. "Well, not to let you all down, but I had too much to drink last night, so I just went back to my hotel room early. I meant to send a text, but I passed out pretty quickly."

"Knew it," says Lavender.

"As for Ron," she adds, turning back to face Lavender, "I did run into him. He was with a girl, but I don't know who she was. Super pretty, though." Hermione can't help but enjoy the flash of jealousy on Lavender's face.

Lavender meets her eyes with a scowl before dropping her gaze to Hermione's exposed legs. "Nice dress. Who's it for?"

"Sorry? Who's it for?"

"Your dress is awfully short," she adds matter-of-factly, taking a strategic sip of her mimosa.

"Oh, well," Hermione shrugs. "It's warm out."

"Well, you look very attractive. Almost like you're trying to impress someone." Lavender's cheery tone juxtaposes her icy stare. If only there was a prize for backhanded compliments, Lavender could finally consider herself a winner.

"I just like this dress," says Hermione through gritted teeth. "Who would I be trying to impress?" The table has gone awkwardly quiet, the air suddenly thick with tension.

Lavender shrugs. "Nobody. Wouldn't be worth your time," she says, bringing her mimosa back to her dolled-up lips.

Hermione rolls her eyes. Lavender doesn't seem to like Hermione, and Hermione cannot figure out why. It might have something to do with how often she and Ron talk to one another. Lavender has a habit of inserting herself into their little arguments and trying to redirect Ron's attention as if she's trying to save him from Hermione's incessant pestering. Maybe she means well, but Hermione finds it condescending.

They only ever talk about wedding logistics — It's not like they flirt. As far as Hermione knows, Lavender has nothing to be jealous of. Either way, Hermione doesn't have time to mull it over because Luna breaks the tension. "Are you sure you didn't get lost?"

"Sorry, what?" asks Hermione, having already forgotten the previous conversation.

"Last night," clarifies Luna. "You weren't lost?"

Oh. "No Luna, I wasn't lost. Why?"

Luna shrugs. "I just checked your room before I went to bed. You weren't there."

Hermione feels Lavender's piercing stare once more and tries to send a quieting glance to Luna, but Luna remains oblivious. "Are you sure you didn't get lost?" Hermione retorts. All the girls, except for Lavender, laugh.

Luna smiles wistfully. "Maybe I had the wrong room."

"Probably," says Hermione firmly, then in an attempt to change the subject, "Another round of mimosas?"

Ginny's beams. "Sure! But this round's on you!"

"Sounds good," says Hermione, rising to her feet. "I'll be right back."

It's probably in her best interest to keep the drinks flowing.

Hermione is waiting at the bar for another round of mimosas, tracing the playing cards ingrained into the counter with her finger, and mulling over her conversation with the girls. Something feels very off with Lavender, and she wonders if she suspects anything. Hermione glances down at her dress; it is awfully short. She tugs self-consciously at the hem. Lavender doesn't think she's wearing this dress to impress Ron, does she?

Sure, she wore this dress the day they arrived in Vegas, and at one point, she noticed Ron's gaze drifting from her face to her chest then to her thigh. Normally, she'd react by calling a man out on that, but with Ron, she said nothing. It was such a fleeting glance, probably because Lavender was watching, and he might not have wanted to offend her. But she also liked it. Something about his eyes on her body made her feel sexy, and it's been a while since she's felt that way. The memory of Ron's wandering eyes and how they made her feel might have been part of her motivation to wear the dress this morning. A small part, but a contributing factor nonetheless. Maybe Lavender can sense that. She seems to detect any possible interest in Ron like a bloodhound, and clearly, she still thinks Ron is her man.

A sudden voice startles her out of her reverie.

"Hey! Good to see you again!"

Hermione turns to see a woman about her age. She doesn't recognize her at all. "Hey," she says tentatively.

The woman is wearing a green jumpsuit that almost camouflages her into the restaurant's decor. Her bright pink manicure reminds Hermione of claws, and her large gold spectacles magnify her eyes, giving her the appearance of an insect. She looks like she's intentionally trying to dress as an animal, but hasn't decided which one.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

Did Hermione meet this woman last night? "I'm okay. Doing better," she adds, hoping her tone is neutral enough to be non-committal.

"Okay, that's good to hear! We had so much fun last night, by the way!"

Hermione is more confused than ever, but she feels like her opportunity to admit that has passed. "Thank you," she says instead. "I… did too. I think."

The woman laughs, an almost-maniacal cackling sound that makes Hermione shudder. "Honestly, I'm so honored that you included me. I know we just met last night, but I already feel like I've known you two forever!"

Okay, what the hell is happening?

"Oh, of course, I feel that way too!" she lies. Hermione needs to find a way to end this conversation.

"I'm glad I found you! I tried to send you this photo, but I realized this morning that I didn't have your number." She pulls her phone out of her pocket and scrolls through her camera roll. Hermione curiously looks over her shoulder, hoping that maybe this photo will spark her memory of last night. "Here it is!"

The woman shoves the phone into Hermione's face, and Hermione's jaw drops.

"I know! It's so cute, isn't it?"

It feels like her heart has stopped. She's looking at a photo of Ron holding her up, one hand is under her knees, and the other supporting her back. Hermione's arms are laced around Ron's neck, and their lips are pressed together in a passionate kiss. Above them is a sign that reads Just Married.

"That's definitely one you should get framed!" says the woman excitedly.

Hermione tries to steady her breath, but she feels about to panic. This has to be some sort of joke. "Yes, thank you," she says in the giddiest tone she can manage.

"Go ahead, send it to yourself!" says the woman.

"Right, right," says Hermione. A few clicks of the keypad later, Hemione feels her phone buzz again in her pocket. She hands the phone back to the woman.

"And now I have your number,'' she says! "We should definitely celebrate again. I will text you!"

"Yeah," says Hermione mechanically, although she knows it won't happen. "Of course."

"Congratulations again!" The woman hugs Hermione before sauntering away.

As soon as she disappears into the crowd, Hermione pulls out her phone to examine the photo. She recalls how horrified Ron was to wake up next to her and has no idea how she'll be able to have this conversation. She's tempted just to delete the photo, but she knows that won't make it go away.

Then, something jumps out at her. On the wall below the words Just Married are the words Follow your heart's desire! They're small and easy to miss, but it sounds like bad branding.

She switches her screen to search those words. A single click pulls up a website.

Erised Elopements

Follow your heart's desire!

Maybe there is a way to make it all go away.

She saves the address into her phone, right as the bartender pulls up with five mimosas. "Sorry about the wait!"

"No problem," says Hermione distractedly, pocketing her phone. She smiles and pays for the drinks before heading back to a restless table of girls.

"What took you so long?" asked Ginny.

Hermione shrugged, setting the drinks down on the table. "Busy, I guess."

"Are you ok, Hermione?" asks Luna.

"Yes, why?"

"You look like you've seen a ghost."

"I'm fine." Ginny looks at her with concern, and Hermione waves her off. "I'm great."

"Are you sure you haven't seen a ghost? This hotel is haunted, you know."

"No, Luna, I haven't seen a ghost." Just accidentally got married.

"Okay," says Ginny. "If you're feeling ill, just let us know. You can go back to your room and rest…"

"Actually, that might be a good idea," says Hermione quickly. "Are you sure you won't mind?"

"No, of course not," says Ginny, although Hermione can sense the disappointment in her voice.

"Sorry. I'll be ready to rally tonight, I promise." Hermione snags her purse and slings it over her shoulder. She slides her untouched mimosa across the table to Ginny. "An extra for you."

Ginny perks up and takes a sip. "Feel better, Hermione!"

"Thank you," says Hermione as she waves goodbye and turns to leave the hotel restaurant, still aware of Lavender's eyes on the hem of her dress. At first, she heads in the direction of her room. Then, checking over her shoulder to make sure the girls aren't watching, she pulls out her phone and searches the address from the website. She'll be able to fix this; she's sure of it.

#romione fanfic #ROMIONE #hp fanfiction #hp fanfic #hpromione #romione fics #muggle AU #waking up in vegas #Ron Weasley #Hermione Granger #ron x hermione #Ron and Hermione #ronweasley #hermionegranger

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akindofmagictoo · 3 years

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20 first lines tag game

this comes from @zmlorenz and also I think @amillionwips — thank you both!

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20 stories just list them all). see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line. then tag others.

(I will tag @writingbyjillian @pamsdrabbles @sleepyowlwrites and anyone who wants to play!)

Hurricane

Tempest stilled her bouncing leg, eyeing her sleeping husband. Had she woken him? She took a careful breath and didn’t let it go until he snored and rolled over, pulling the covers tighter around himself. Still she waited. One breath. Two breaths. When he still didn’t move, she stood up and grabbed her coat and sword belt, not even bothering to put them on. Because she had to leave, and she had to leave today.

Theo x Aella Little Mermaid AU

Water closed over his head, tugged at his clothes. Tugged him down… down…

He wanted to cry out for help, but the water filled up his mouth before he could make a sound. Cold stole into his limbs, heavy and dark, weighing him down.

His chest ached, searching for air. Deep, cold darkness wrapped around him. Dragging, pressing, pulling down.

Down… down… down…

When he’d hit the water, he’d panicked. That was gone now. All he felt was the cold, the deep dark cold.

a random post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot

Thunder rumbled overhead, blending into the drumming of the rain on the roof. Aella tucked her blanket more tightly around herself, but it did no good. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t keep her mind off the locked front door, Alanna’s instruction to stay inside. It felt too much like other locked doors. Every time she closed her eyes, she was back there again and—

No. Sitting in this bed alone with her thoughts would do no good.

a post-canon Theo x Aella oneshot (sort of the former version of the one above)

“Read the mermaid one again.” Aella snuggled against Theo, pressed up between him and the arm of the big old armchair.

a Theo x Aella modern AU

Even with a map on his phone, Theo was impressed he’d made it to the small cafe on the main street. True, it was the main street, but his new house wasn’t, and directions weren’t his forte. Given how recently he’d moved, it was at least understandable.

The cafe was small, but its list of drink options was larger than he’d expected. But it included several types of tea, so he ordered a familiar English Breakfast and sat down at the nearest table.

post-canon oneshot of the Hurricane women play ‘theatre’

“So, who’s up next?” Aria stretched out in her hammock. “As much as I enjoyed being the defence lawyer, I think it’s someone else’s turn.”

“I’ll play the accused. I want to try my daring escape again,” Aella volunteered, sitting up.

Theo grinned. “Because you got caught last time?”

a crossover royalty AU with another project (Labyrinth)

(this isn’t the first line, but it’s the first lines where Theo appears. also, you would be correct if you assume that the Spanish princess is not Aella. that is the complication.)

“Spain confirmed the marriage alliance,” said Jared. “We still have to confirm it one last time, though.”

Theo glanced up at his dad. “Hardly surprising, really. They offered it, after all.”

Jared nodded. “Are you still alright with this? We can turn them down now, if you want.”

“My calendar is free,” said Theo, straight-faced. “I mean, it’s not like I’ve got my eye on someone else or whatever. Just as long as I’m not expected to actually have a romantic relationship with the Spanish princess.”

the below are all fanfictions. [ps my AO3 is @/ sidebysidewithafriend go check it out if any of these fics interest you]

Shadow and Cottontail (Harry Potter: Marauders (OC insert))

(this is co-written, I’m posting the first part that I wrote)

“Is there mail today?” Kai Lupin jumped the last step down to the dining room. This was the same question she’d been asking for five days, but she asked anyway.

Her mother Hope was about to answer when an owl swooped through the open window, a parchment envelope clutched in its beak.

“I think the answer is yes,” said Remus, descending the stairs behind her with a little more care than she’d taken. Kai rolled her eyes and crossed the room to see what the envelope contained.

Hope was already taking it from the owl. “It’s from Hogwarts,” Hope said, and Kai’s heart leapt, only to be dashed by her mother’s next words. “But there’s only one envelope. It’s addressed to you, Kai.”

Told You You’d Kill It (Harry Potter: Romione)

“Ugh.” Ron shoved his books to one side and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all different directions. Hermione hid a smile as Ron drew his hands inside his jumper sleeves.

Through a yawn, he continued, “I’m done. I’m so tired.” Probably from his basketball training, but schoolwork was also a struggle for him, she knew. And they’d been studying in the library for several hours now. No wonder he was exhausted.

Thank You For Saving My Cat (Harry Potter: Jily)

Lily pushed herself up to a sitting position and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she was out. She turned back to the house, watching the orange flames that danced over the structure with her heart in her throat. Was it her imagination, or were they growing smaller?

Most of her stuff could be replaced. But she hoped nonetheless that she wouldn’t have to.

Then she remembered the one thing she’d left behind and couldn’t replace. Crookshanks. She stumbled to her feet. Legs shaking under her, she ran to the nearest firefighter and grabbed their sleeve. The firefighter gear covered its occupant’s face, but the voice sounded male. “Are you alright?” He took her arm gently, steadying her.

3AM (Harry Potter: Wolfstar)

The beeping of the fire alarm filtered into Sirius’s sleeping brain, burrowing in until he couldn’t help but wake up. At which point he groaned and wrapped his pillow around his head, trying to block out the noise.

But this was a fire alarm, so really he had to get up. Grudgingly, he removed the pillow from his head and fumbled for his phone to check the time. The light from the screen was blinding in the darkness of his dorm room, but after a moment his eyes adjusted to see that it was 3:07 AM.

Give Him Back to Me (The Great Library: Wolfe x Santi)

Day 1

“Nic?” Wolfe half-rose from the bed at the sound of knocking, leaving his Codex open beside him. Something was off, though. Nic wouldn’t knock. He had a key. Besides, Nic was away in Belgium, training a new company. He wasn’t due back for another day or two, and that was assuming everything went to plan.

Nevertheless, when the knock came again he got to his feet and headed for the door.

Death Is Not Fair (Shadowhunters: (very angsty) Malec)

It wasn’t fair. Then again, life wasn’t fair.

And neither was death.

It shouldn’t have happened. It should have been a simple mission. The scans and all the reports had said there was just one demon in the area. It was a larger, stronger demon, and would’ve put up a good fight, but it was still practically nothing to a Shadowhunter like Alec.

Untitled (Shadowhunters: Sizzy) (unfinished and un-posted)

Izzy was swearing off dating. She’d kind of thought about it before, but hearing about the amount of drama in Jace’s love life right now cemented the idea firmly in her mind. No more dating. Between that and the mess Alec had gone through a couple of months ago, she wasn’t sure she wanted any part of that. Not to mention that of all the boys she’d dated, none of the relationships had really been right. Did she believe in The One? She wasn’t sure. But none of her boyfriends had been it, that was for sure. So no more dating for her. She was here to study forensic chemistry, after all, and surely it was better to concentrate on that.

Moving Day (Riordanverse: Blitzstone)

Last? signed Hearth.

Blitz brushed a speck of dust from the shoulder of his shirt, studying Hearth’s face. He knew exactly how many boxes were left to move, and it was more than zero, but the elf was looking paler than usual. If that was possible. As he watched, Hearth swayed a little and put a hand on the wall for support. “No. But I’ll get the rest. You need a break.”

Untitled quarantine AU (Riordanverse: Percabeth) (unfinished and un-posted)

“Thanks for letting me stay over to finish this project,” said Annabeth, setting the last piece on the model Coliseum she’d made. They’d done most of it last night, and she was just adding the finishing touches now. Although that had been before school had been shut down; they’d been notified the night before, but since she was here she’d been determined to finish it.

Untitled (The Hobbit) (I have a “better version of Tauriel’s arc” thing in the works, and this is an accompanying oneshot of how the Durins died in this version) (un-posted)

“Where is he? It looks empty. I think Azog has fled.” Fili glanced around nervously, his breath steaming in the icy air.

“I don’t think so,” said Thorin.

Footsteps sounded on the ice, echoing in all directions. It was impossible to know their source.

“We’ve got company,” Thorin growled.

Kili readied his sword.

This was practically everyday for them at this point. Every motion of his sword, every footstep, every bit of it was familiar. Fili hardly had to think. His sword flashed in the faint light. Droplets of blood and crystals of ice spattered his exposed skin, hot and cold. He was at home here; he might not have been on the ice before, but with a sword in his hand and Kili and Thorin at his back, he was content.

this is VERY long. if you read to here, thank you! and maybe consider reading some of them in full on my AO3?

#tag game #20 first lines tag #wip hurricane #wip labyrinth #zoe writes

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rkrispyt · 4 years

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Looking for an old Romione fic - I cannot find it or remember the name or author for the life of me and really want to read it!

It’s AU where they’re older and out of Hogwarts. Ron is an Auror, I think Harry is too. Hermione is working in a lab I’m pretty sure. She’s pining for Ron, he’s dating someone. Her co-worker asks her out and she agrees finally to go out with him but isn’t entirely into it. But then she has a moment with Ron of what she thinks is closure so she moves forward in her relationship with her co-worker (I feel like his name might be Allen? Ted?). Then some time later Ron admits he’s in love with her. I wanna say Ron kisses her when they’re off on their own in Harry’s house but I can’t remember why they’re there. Hermione’s boyfriend sees and thinks she’s been cheating on him.

The one significant thing I remember that is unique to the story is that Ron has to handle a banshee or a siren or a mermaid - something living in a swamp that’s like a temptress magical creature. The only people who stand a chance against them are those in love, and so Ron is specifically sent. Hermione assumes it means Ron is in love with his current girlfriend but then she finds out he’d handled one befor and realized the timeline of it and that it was before he started dating his girlfriend so it might mean he has been harboring feelings for her in return.

I am making it sound dumb probably but I hope it’ll ring a bell and someone will know what fic I’m referring to! I’ve looked all over online and can’t find it. It’s entirely possible I’d read it on Checkmated and it’s gone forever but I’m keeping my fingers crossed just in case.

#romione #romione fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #hp fanfic #romione fanfic #fanfic search

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lytefoot · 4 years

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This one is the opening of the long Luna/Hermione fic I will definitely eventually finish.

Cw for mild allusions to the wizarding world's variant on homophobia. Also a warning that for the purposes of this fic I did have to break up Romione.

If anyone had been making book on who would be the third wheel on Thursday pub night, a decade after the war, nobody would have put their money on Hermione Granger. And yet, here she was, sitting with her two best friends at the Mermaid Cafe, a little round table in a wine bar in Islington, looking at pictures of their dogs and telling herself it was absurd to see herself as an old maid at 29.

It wasn't as though she and Ron hadn't made a go at it, after the war. It had been great during the first year, when she'd gone back to finish her last year at Hogwarts, a romance conducted through steamy letters and fleeting meetings in Hogsmede. Later, though, with the tension gone, Hermione had been forced to admit that loving one another's mind simply wasn't going to be enough in the face of absolutely nothing they did in the bedroom being quite right. Ron, with characteristic generosity, had blamed himself for that, and done his absolute best, which meant that Hermione had had to be the one to break it off. The fact that Harry had fallen into his bed practically the minute it was empty hadn't made her feel any more adequate, as a lover, having put the first man she'd ever been with off women entirely. Intellectually she knew it didn't work that way--Ron, when questioned, had always liked both and had worked on the assumption that everyone felt that way--but it wasn't a particularly encouraging dating experience.

Nor did it help that every time Harry so much as passed her office at the Ministry, the tabloids exploded about them. Was Harry Potter finally settling down with the love of his life, Hermione Granger? Harry was already perfectly well settled, thank you very much. He and Ron had two dogs, three cats, a pair of pygmy puffs, and a chinchilla of all things, and were going to have kids as soon as they found an agency in the wizarding world willing to take their relationship seriously enough to let them adopt one together. *That* crusade had gone onto the pile next to muggle rights, werewolf rights, and nonhuman rights, and was one where some level of progress was beginning to show. And meanwhile Hermione sat in the Mermaid Cafe, drinking wine and making jokes, and telling herself that 29 was far too young to think she might as well give up on romance.

Send me 👀 and I'll post a snippet from a fic I didn't get around to finishing this year (RIP)

#fic snippets #ask games #third wheeling at the mermaid cafe #cw: homophobia #quite a mild allusion but tagging for those who block

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romione7 · 5 years

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50 Harry Potter Themed Asks

I wanted to answer these so you guys could get to know me anyways so send asks for the last one but not this :)

The original post is by @ginnyweasly

50 Harry Potter Themed Asks

1. Hogwarts House?

Ravenclaw

2: Patronus?

Hummingbird :/

3: Butterbeer, fire whisky, or pumpkin juice

fire whisky

4: Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade?

Diagon Alley

5: Favorite shop?

Ollivander’s

6: Your quidditch team?

Cannons (I only know them and the Harpies and Puddlemere United)

7: Top five ships?

Drarry, Deamus, Wolfstar, Jeddy, Scorbus

8: Otp?

Romione

9: Notp?

Harry/Tom

10: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, or Durmstrang?

Hogwarts

11: Your wand?

10″ Larch wood, Unicorn Hair core, unyielding flexibility

12: Owl, cat, or toad?

Owl

13: Character you most identify with?

Hermione

14: Character you hate for no good reason?

Lavender (I find her annoying, especially in the movies)

15: Character you would bring back to life?

Fred, but I don’t like fics that ignore his death bc it was significant. I have twin sisters and I couldn’t imagine the pain they’d go through living without each other and they aren’t even as close as Fred and George were.

16: Character you just want to be happy?

Snape :(

17: What does amortentia smell like to you?

Baseball clay, generic soap, and my ninth-grade geography teacher’s classroom

18: Favorite Hogwarts class?

History of Magic

19: Least favorite Hogwarts class?

Study of Ancient Ruins

20: Favorite professor?

Binns or Mcgonagall

21: Centaurs, mermaids, or ghosts?

ghosts

22: Chocolate frogs or Bertie Bott’s?

Bertie’s

23: Zonko’s or Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes?

WWW all the way :)

25: The Leaky Cauldron or The Three Broomsticks?

Leaky

26: Lowkey ships?

Hinny, Linny, Jilly, Grindledore, Blaise/Pansy, Nuna

27: Favorite Marauder?

Remus

28: The Knight Bus or broomstick travel?

Broomstick

29: Unicorns or Thestrals

Thestrals

30: Your go to spell?

Accio

31: Quidditch position or spectator?

Keeper

32: Favorite friendship?

Ron and Harry

33: Animagus?

IDK, I feel like I’d be a small animal though

34: Wizarding World job?

Cursebreaker

35: Your broomstick type?

Anything made of Oak

36: Dream Yule Ball date?

Ron Weasley (if Hermione turned him down ofc)

37: Gobstones or Wizard Chess?

Wizard Chess

38: Crookshanks or Pigwidgeon?

Crookshanks

39: Potions expert or charms expert?

Potions

40: Favorite common room?

Ravenclaw

41: The Quibbler or The Daily Prophet?

Quibbler

42: Favorite of the Golden Trio?

Ron

43: Fantastic Beasts or The Cursed Child?

44: Invisibility cloak, elder wand, or resurrection stone?

Invisibility Cloak

45: Favorite minor character?

Oliver Wood

46: Harris or Gambon?

Gambon

47: Would you apparate?

Yeah, only if I had a license

48: Favorite book?

Philosopher’s stone

49: Favorite movie?

OOTP

50: Who would your BFF be?

Ron

#hptag #hpasks

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overmelted · 5 years

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It’s mermay season!! 🎉

And yeah, I’ll mix it with Harry Potter

#harry potter fanart #romione #my art #mermaid!hermione #hermione granger #ron weasley #sketch #ill finish it later i swear #i have a lot of things to do and im here drawing #someone slap me in the face

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skamfairy · 5 years

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skam of doctor who? eva or ariel? (this one's gonna be tough for you i know) drarry or romione? emo or fairy?

jkdsjkndasjkdasj oh my god this is so hard

i feel like i have to say skam because if it wasn’t for skam i probably wouldn’t have watched doctor who or read hp or anything? because skam brought kosestream together and you guys introduced me to doctor who and other stuff. so it’s only fair that skam gets credit for that. I WOULDN’T EVEN HAVE THIS ASK FROM YOU RIGHT NOW if it wasn’t for skam. doctor who gave me rose tyler but skam gave me my friends 🌻

i choooseeee Lisa Teige playing Ariel in the live action version of the little mermaid. it’s gonna suck but i’ll defs accept it if Lisa plays ariel and it’s in norwegian. asdjkajdskjkndas but no like in terms of personality and capability, eva wins because i can see things getting tricky with ariel and i because she will wants legs and i will want to be a mermaid and one of us will have to give up our dream and then we will just resent each other and it’ll be a whole thing you know? eva and i can just sing part of your world together. compromise. (child mikki is probably shocked with my decision right now) god i love ariel tho shjjhashjs I DON’T KNOW no no no i’ll stick with my practical choice.

ooooooohhhhh i love ronmione but since every fic i’ve read so far since finishing hp has been drarry i’m gonna say drarry for sure.

EMO OR FAIRY

okay but it really depends on which phase of my life you are asking. i’m literally BOTH, have you ever seen an emo fairy? it’s the best thing eveeeer

idk idk i can’t choose it would mean turning my back on a part of my identity

i guess i’ll say fairy because i think that’s more my brand than my emo-ness. but also i love so many emo things i can’t give up emo i can’t

help i genuinely can’t choose i give up sahjshjahjas

make me choose between two things

#thelibraryiscool #allie #friends #kosestream #about me #ask meme thingy

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mythicalmythology · 6 years

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Was tagged by @vithcytries thanks love this was fun to answer

Rules: Tag 9 people you’d like to know better

Top 3 Book Ships: Percabeth, Romione and Carter/Zia (idk if they have a proper name)

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick

Last Song: Take a Chance On Me - Mamma Mia!

Last Movie: Barbie Mermaid Tale (I watched it with my little sister and they’re my self indulgent movies

Top 3 Shows: Stranger Things, Parks and Rec and 90 Day Fiancé (I’m a slut for trashy reality TV)

Tagging @cookiesapples @ladysnarkington @rocketqueenfareeha @gr33kg0ds

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tonksdromeda · 6 years

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i was tagged by @andromedctonks ty!!<3

rules: tag ten followers you want to know better

name: sophie

gender: f

star sign: pisces

height: 162cm

age: 22

sexuality: pansexual

house: slytherin

what image do you have as your wallpaper?: some cat art

have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: yes

where do you see yourself in ten years?: i honestly have no idea, i’m considering keeping up w with teaching english after im done w school but i hope it doesn’t stick for that long

if you could be anywhere else right now, where would you be?: i’m actually good where i am rn at home lol

what was your coolest halloween costume?: my costumes have always been pretty awful and last minute, maybe a mermaid 3 yrs ago

what was your favourite 90s show?: idk i really liked sabrina the teenage witch tho

last kiss?: today

have you ever been stood up?: no

have you ever been to las vegas?: no, maybe soon

favourite pair of shoes?: my black ankle boots that are so trashed now and won’t zip bc i’ve worn them so much

favourite fruit?: raspberries or peaches

favourite book?: hp series?? lmao

stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: so many things???

all-time favourite tv shows: uhh not sure about all time bc i change my mind a lot so currently, b99, gotham, lot

last movie you saw at the theatre: black panther

im tagging: @dorcasmeadewes @weaslcywheezes @ronweascly @dementvr @marcusfilnt @lavenderbrowne @romiones @fenrirgreybacks @draccomallfoy @pygmyspuff

#me #tag #tagged #ty!!

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akindofmagictoo · 3 years

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20 first lines tag game

I was tagged by @dragon-swords-prophecies ❤️

rules: list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20 stories just list them all). see if there are any patterns. choose your favourite opening line. then tag others.

Hurricane and Dragonsong are my only major WIPs, but I have various oneshots and fanfictions floating around so I’ll dig into some of those too.

if I went through everything I’ve done I might get to 20, but that’s a lot of effort. instead, take the below lines and this post (there’s some overlap but also some that don’t overlap) and enjoy!

I will leave this tag open to anyone who wants to play!

Hurricane

Dragonsong

On first glance, the dragon’s cave looked emptier than it should have been. No hoard of gold. Nothing. Granted, where Isi stood she couldn’t see all the way to the back, but she didn’t see even a glint of light that might suggest a pile of treasure. Just a dark stone passage.

theella oneshot titled “flirting in suits”

“I don’t think I’m the greatest fan of this suit,” said Theo from behind the door.

Aella giggled. “You wear them all the time.”

“I still don’t love them. Can I come out yet?”

She slid her feet into the high heels she’d discarded. “Uh… just a second.” She smoothed down her waistcoat, ran a finger over the rolled up cuff of her sleeves, and checked her hair hadn’t come down from its ponytail. Goodness. Normally Theo was the self-conscious one. What had gotten into her?

The door slid open to reveal Theo, and Aella had to do some work to keep her mouth from hanging open.

theella modern AU: untitled

theella Little Mermaid AU

Water closed over his head, tugged at his clothes. Tugged him down… down…

He wanted to cry out for help, but the water filled up his mouth before he could make a sound. Cold stole into his limbs, heavy and dark, weighing him down.

His chest ached, searching for air. Deep, cold darkness wrapped around him. Dragging, pressing, pulling down.

Down… down… down…

cardboard armour (short story written for uni)

His fingers curl around the edge of the desk, clawlike, the skin dry and cracked. Almost scaly. My own hands are tucked under my thighs, so he won’t see them sweating and shaking. Delivery is key. I say that like I expect he’ll listen. He doesn’t care about me. He cares about his hoard of money, and how much of it he can keep in his grubby hands.

His gaze pins me to my chair. My throat goes dry.

The dragon leered at me. Its breath singed my skin. I struggled against my chains and glared right back. It would not take me alive. Sir Teddy was counting on me.

the ones below the cut are pulled from fanfictions, all of which can be found on my AO3 (which is sidebysidewithafriend) ... do feel free to go check that out if any of these interest you :)

Shadow and Cottontail (Marauders + OC inserts)

“Is there mail today?” Kai Lupin jumped the last step down to the dining room. This was the same question she’d been asking for five days, but she asked anyway.

3AM (Wolfstar)

With a further groan he got out of bed the only way his half-asleep body would cooperate: rolling out of bed. Hitting the floor did at least sort of serve to wake him up, as did the cold now that he wasn’t cocooned in blankets.

Told You You’d Kill It (Romione)

“Ugh.” Ron shoved his books to one side and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up in all different directions. Hermione hid a smile as Ron drew his hands inside his jumper sleeves.

#tag game #20 first lines tag #wip hurricane #wip dragonsong #zoe writes

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