Harry had always craved physical affection, ever since he was a lonely child living under the stairs. He had never felt the warmth of a hug, or the comfort of a hand, or the tenderness of a kiss. He had always felt cold and alone, until he met Ron.
Ron was the first person who made Harry feel loved. He was the first person who stood by Harry's side, no matter what. He was the first person who made Harry laugh, and smile, and hope. He was the first person who made Harry feel alive.
Harry's love language is cuddling, and the only person who he wants to cuddle is Ron. He loves the feeling of Ron's arms around him, holding him close and tight. He loves the feeling of Ron's chest against his, rising and falling with each breath. He loves the feeling of Ron's lips on his, kissing him softly and sweetly. He loves the feeling of Ron's heart beating in sync with his, telling him that they are one.
Harry feels secure and happy when he cuddles with Ron. He feels that nothing could hurt him, scare him, or break him. He feels that he has everything he needs, wants, and dreams of. He feels that he has found his home.
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Hello! I thought about running the fest again this year and wanted to check first if writers/artists are interested to create something for the Harry/Ron crowd.
And if you are interested, I want to know if you prefer open prompts again where everyone can create something for every single prompt or if you would prefer getting specific prompts that can be claimed and therefore, there will be only one artwork/story for each prompt? The second option is how most fests are doing it, meaning there’s a prompting phase where everyone can submit prompts and a claiming phase where creators try claim the prompt they want to write/draw for.
I’m happy with both options, so if you could take part in this little poll, you’d help me a lot.
You’d also help me by reblogging this post.
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Okay, listen…if you post AI fan”art” and don’t tag it as such, I’ll simply block you. I have the tag filtered, so tag it that I don’t have to see it and you still want to see my posts and content.
#ai artwork #ai generated #ai fanart
use.the.tag!!
I really don’t want to accidentally reblog something that wasn’t made by one of the amazing artists out there.
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RARRY ONE-SHOT
Ron woke up with a proper thumper of a headache, his eyelids feeling like lead and his brain all fogged up. First thing he clocked? The dull pounding in his temples, but that didn't last long. There was something else that hit him like a Bludger - he was not in his own bed.
Next up, the warmth beside him. His eyes flicked open to find himself all wrapped up in a tight hug, an arm slung around him. Panic started to do somersaults in his groggy mind until he saw who it was. Harry. His best mate. The one he secretly fancied rotten. They were all tangled up, feeling familiar yet entirely odd.
Then, memories from last night came roaring back, kind of like how a Hippogriff charges at you—fragmented and confusing. There were scenes from the pub, drinks flowing, and… Ron spilling his guts to a complete stranger about his feelings for Harry. It felt like a crazy dream, getting mixed up with waking up all tangled with Harry, their faces almost touching.
Harry's eyes were all soft, almost gooey, fixed on Ron's face. Before Ron could even wrap his head around it, soft lips met his own. His mind spun; Harry's lips were soft, like a forgotten childhood comfort. It was a rush of warmth and confusion, leaving Ron feeling like he’d swallowed a whole Golden Snitch.
The kiss was sweet and unsure, something Ron had thought about a thousand times but never had the nerve to try. It was Harry who pulled back first, leaving Ron feeling thrown.
"I've got an awful morning breath," Ron blurted out, trying to lighten the mood, wishing he could stuff those words back in.
But something changed in Harry's eyes—a mix of affection and amusement twinkled within them. Without missing a beat, Harry gently cupped Ron's face, his touch familiar and caring.
"Next time, mate, maybe keep those love confessions under wraps, especially the ones about specific body parts. The bartender was giving us some seriously dodgy looks," Harry chuckled, a wry grin playing on his lips.
Ron felt like he could've sunk into the ground with embarrassment. "Blimey, sorry about that. Didn't mean to cause a scene."
"Don't worry, Ron. We’ll just call this a… memory we'll laugh about later," Harry replied with a knowing grin.
The memory might have felt like a rough Howler now, but Ron couldn’t help the warmth bubbling in his chest. He silently vowed to himself that the next time he had a "moment," he’d make sure it was just between him, Harry, and a Butterbeer.
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