its funny how ron was insecure about being unloved when you realize that he was both harry and hermiones favorite person in the world

Just some 8th years, making overdue friendships, chilling in the library. (pls click for better quality)

Harry is eight and spending the time he isn’t locked up in his cupboard, or doing house chores, or running away from Dudley and his gang, at the nearby park. He sits on the swing and idly watches the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.

His name is Malcom, his hair is light brown and his eyes are the prettiest blue Harry’s ever seen.

But— but boys aren’t supposed to be pretty. Boys aren’t supposed to think other boys are pretty, so he makes himself smaller in his worn out jumper and never approaches him again.

Harry is eleven when his life turns upside down and a gangly freckled kid sits next to him on the Hogwarts Express. He looks into his blue eyes and marvels at the bright red of his hair. He wants to reach out and clean the bit of dirt off his nose, but that would be getting too close to another boy, and he couldn’t afford that, could he?

Not when he could imagine tracing all the freckles scattered across his cheeks.

Harry is fourteen when Cedric Diggory falls from the sky and offers him help getting up after using his first Portkey. His hand is big and as calloused as he’d expect a Quidditch player’s to be. He doesn’t like dwelling on the thought of how nice he’d found it.

He asks Cho Chang to the Yule Ball and she rejects him because Cedric Diggory had been quicker. He ends up spending the night on a chair intently looking at the way Cedric’s hand curls around Cho’s waist. He was jealous of him, right?

He tells Sirius about the Yule Ball and he raises an eyebrow at the way Harry describes Cedric’s robes and styled hair but can barely remember the colour of Cho’s dress.

Harry is fifteen when Cho Chang finally agrees to go on a date with him. It happens after they kiss and Harry is eager, he should be, right? The kiss had felt wet and not particularly pleasant and his chest felt a lot warmer as he watched the way Ron laughed when he described it than it had felt when his lips had collided with Cho’s.

The date doesn’t go well, maybe Harry just doesn’t get women.

Sirius says it’s ridiculous, but he doesn’t miss the odd look he and Remus give each other.

Harry is sixteen when he dreams of red hair and freckled skin and in order to escape it he decides to stay up at night and stare at Draco Malfoy’s dot on the Marauder’s Map.

It doesn’t do him good.

He decides the bright red infesting his dreams must be Ginny’s, because he doesn’t know any other red-haired girl. Even though she wears it long and when he dreams it’s short and spiky. And the freckles on her cheeks are not as numerous as the ones he marvels at after falling asleep.

He decides it has to be Ginny, and the thought of it can occupy his mind long enough to make him forget the weird pang and slight sick in his stomach each time he catches Ron snogging Lavender.

When Ginny runs up to him after winning the Quidditch up, he kisses her, because that’s what he’d been dreaming about, right? Hands tangled in red hair and freckled cheeks centimetres from his face, but it feels all wrong.

Ron nods at him and it all feels wrong.

Sirius is not here anymore for Harry to consult, so instead he takes Ginny outside their common room and, on the Hogwarts grounds, opens his heart to her.

She understands.

Harry is seventeen when he has to die and he still hasn’t made sense of the feelings in his chest or why, no matter how much he tried, girls felt so wrong.

It’s not at the forefront of his mind, it’s not even close because the only thing he can think about is the warm bodies laying lifeless in the Great Hall.

But, as he approaches his death, he does spare a thought for the uneasiness he had felt when Hermione kissed Ron, and the discomfort every kiss he’d given before had provided him. He hadn’t lived in full, not even close.

A flash of green light approaches and he finds it silly, how his last thought is of red hair and freckles.

Harry is eighteen when he attends his first Weasley family dinner after the war. The grief is heavy and Fred’s chair is empty but Percy is back home and it does bring at least a shard of comfort to Mrs Weasley. He isn’t alone, Oliver Wood hangs from his arm.

He is eighteen and Percy Weasley introduces Oliver Wood as his boyfriend.

Harry blinks at them and something in his head just clicks.

Harry is twenty when he finally musters the courage to walk into a Gay Bar. He had to Confund the door keeper because he didn’t own an ID, the Dursleys had never bothered giving it to him, given he even had one.

It’s a Muggle place and he feels like the odd one out, terribly dressed down and completely clueless.

He ends up ordering a beer and sitting by the bar.

It’s not until his third visit that a stranger approaches him. He has red hair but his pupils are a soft hazel and his skin isn’t freckled at all. Harry thinks that if he shuts his eyes close, maybe, he could pretend.

His name is Lucas, his lips taste vaguely like strawberries and the kiss doesn’t make Harry want to turn his insides inside out. He smiles and the rush of adrenaline in his veins as Lucas nibs on his bottom lip feels both terrifying and terribly right.

Harry is twenty-three when the cat gets out of the bag.

It’s not because he wanted it, really, but sharing a flat with his best mates could be inconvenient, at times.

He flushed and urges his date to get dressed as he tries to avoid Ron and Hermione’s shocked looks. Their hands are clasped together and Harry has learnt to live with the uncomfortable twist of his stomach by now.

They come off it quickly, though. Ron laughs and pats Harry on the back, says everything is much more clear now.

Harry is twenty-five when he makes his best-man speech at Ron and Hermione’s wedding.

He chokes on his words both because he was never that good at public speaking and because each time he looked at the way Ron’s arm curled around Hermione’s shoulder his throat went a bit drier.

He drinks his glass of champagne in one go and relishes in the burn before fetching Gabriel, his date for the night.

Gabriel stood out like a sour note next to his exes: his hair were a dusty blonde. Harry had thought there would be way too many redheads at the wedding anyways.

Harry is thirty-one when Ron jokes he will never settle down if he keeps on changing men at the same rate he changes his pants, but Harry doesn’t care.

Ron looks thoroughly annoyed and Hermione coughs, worried and almost resigned eyes looking up at her husband.

Harry is thirty-three when Ron shows up at his place with a suitcase and bashfully tells him Hermione wants to file for a divorce.

He just nods and lets Ron in.

Harry is thirty-five when Ron brings back a bottle of expensive Firewhisky and decides they should celebrate the Cannons’ new victory streak on their own.

He hadn’t heard of the Cannons winning anything, recently, but he shrugs it off because it’s not really his thing anyways, Ron would know.

He is thirty-five and Ron, red-haired, freckled and now face flushed sits way too close for comport and traces his lips with a pinky.

He stands up abruptly and loudly declares it’s time for bed. Ron looks quite annoyed, but it will pass.

It must have been his imagination.

Harry is thirty-seven when his best mate breaks down crying in front of him and confesses his feelings through agonising sobs.

He keeps apologising and a tug at his hand breaks Harry out of his stupor. He was sure it must have been a dream, but Ron was real and crying and trembling.

He leans down wordlessly and, finally— sparks.

He is thirty-seven and this is the first time he’s ever felt so alive.

Harry is forty-two when Hagrid walks him down the aisle.

It’s clumsy and messy because they’re both trying not to cry, Harry being much better at it than the half-giant.

He catches a glimpse of Hermione, beaming at him from the front with a knowing smile.

He is forty-two and he is in front of Ron, in white robes. The voices around them nothing but white noise and then Ron leans down and all he can see is— red. Red hair and freckles.

casual reminder that ron and harry are each other's ride-or-die quite literally (the ford anglia incident in chamber of secrets, anyone?)

⁀➷ ronarry headcanons !

— ron is always the first to recognise what harrys feeling or if his mood suddenly changes

— ron is harrys favourite person ever (close tie between him&sirius) and vice versa ofc

— when harry gets tired (he always is lmao) he leans on ron😭 like even if they’re standing up harrys leaning against him idc even in class

— harry cooks & ron bakes (they switch sometimes)

— they take walks on the hogwarts grounds especially when it’s cold bc harry loves the cold weather (esp when it’s rains) and ron is reluctant to go but goes anyway cause someone has to watch harry lol

— if hp had social media you cannot tell me harry&ron wouldn’t have matching pfps. especially those black&ginger cats they’re so cuteee 😭

— ron admires harry for being so pretty, brave, everything he does tbh and harry admires ron for literally just being ron <3 so they basically admire everything each other do lmao

— they share clothes!! ron hates sharing with his siblings ofc (real) but bc it’s harry he’s fine with it — i think they'd mostly share jumpers and hoodies (esp harry) and i also like to think sirius bought harry lots of clothes throughout fourth yr (idk how this would work but just go with it) so they share harrys stuff too lol

— sometimes when their walking or they’re in a crowded room and they need to get past ron puts his hand on harrys lower back to guide him there

— ron makes harry tea when he’s feeling sad

— they pass each other notes in class more specifically snapes and binns or just draw on a piece of parchment and then showing each other at the end of the class 😭😭

— harry sleeps in rons bed when he has a nightmare sometimes or even just for comfort <3

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hello! i am finishing up my veela!draco fic and your headcanon of long hair!draco is EXACTLY what i've pictured for an 18yo veela!draco lol. if you find a little bit of time, could you create (or even just describe your thoughts!!!) a long-haired younger draco? if you want to give him a little veela *allure* i would not be opposed! you inspired this fic w/ that art so i've got to ask the master (u) your thoughts! thank you for all you create for us and can't wait to snag merch!!!

Woah!! MY ART??? My art inspired you to write a fic?!

I'd love to read it if you'd like to share it!!!👀💗 (you can dm me if you don't wanna de-anonymize yourself 😂💕)

That's amazing! I feel so flattered and full of love...

So obviously I went ahead and drew 8th year veela!draco for you😘❤️✨️

Erm..yeah this one's a little angsty... lemme just:

Wait you do Harry Potter? Hell yea dawg I'll request that shit

Ron x dom Male Reader

Maybe reader is a slytherin, and doesn't take kindly to the golden trio or wtv

Anyways they're alone, room of requirements or sum. Que the non con, knife/blood play (would they use knives if they had magic?? Idk), and sadism

I have no clue how to send the hard ask thingies lmao my brain does not work very well

-💫 anon :D

(Pronouns are he/him btw for future reference)

as always FEMALE ALIGNING DNI !!!!!!

my requests are currently closed but ill write a lil blurb for you ml kisses kisses

okay okay yesss i think that you dont like the golden trio that much not because they are gryffindors but probably because smth happened w harry (hes a bitch i dont like him 🗣️ )and then romance between ron and hermione but you like ron but you cant say anything blah blah blah but one day ur in the room of requirement because probably you saw ron and hermione talking and it rlly hit you so you wander round the halls till you find the room of requirement and its a nice little cozy library for you with a little fireplace and couches and you just go and sit and sob for a little but then you hear the door creak open you stiffen up and stop making any noise and peek round the corner or ur big chair and you see ron peeking his head in lookin confused and he sees you and he walks in hes like oh hey ive never seen this room before this is pretty cool and ur just quiet on the chair staring into the fire and ron is walking over to the other couch and he plops down and he keeps and keeps talking and ur just getting more irritated w him and he cant tell and ur staring at him ur eyes are puffy and ur arms are crossed over urself and one hand on ur wand and ron finally looks at you and he tilts his head looking so cute btw and hes like hey whats wrong and you dont say anything then you hit him w the petrificus totalus curse (the full body binding curse) and his limbs snap together and he slumps over the chair like a 2x4 leaning on it. you walk up to him ur like you talk too much and okay lets say ur a half blood (somehow) so you stay strapped up w a pocket knife at all times (even tho you dont need it) and you can see the fear in his eyes as you get closer to him and you can hear the noises in his throat as hes panicking trying to get away from you and you use ur wand to rope his limbs up (the incarcerous spell) and shove a cloth in his mouth prob like idk smth random you have idk and then you undo the curse and he immedietly tries to run away and cry but since the rope has him binded so tightly his arms behind his back and his ankles together you push him to sit down and pull his robes off as he struggles and cries trying to get away from you so you take ur little (5 inch) pocket knife and hold it to his neck and tell him to stop fucking moving or ull cut off his fingers sorry guys im feeling very torturous rn and hes full got tears running down his face soaking into his cloth gag and you bend him over the side his hips pressed against the arm rest of the couch chair thing and press his face into the actual seat and bend his back as much as possible btw so it hurts more and hes thrashing around cus it hurts and he doesnt want this he doesnt like you he likes hermione he just needed to destress after getting into an argument w the other two and now? now hes getting raped by someone he (thinks he) hates and then he feels something pressing against his asshole and guess what its ur dick bout to absolutely rawdog him no lube no condom no prep just some spit maybe so it doesnt hurt you or dare i say his own blood as the lube? you put ur dick against his asshole and he starts squirming his eyes squinty and trying to get away from you and so you take ur knife and press against his lower back and tell him i told you not to move around like a little bitch and you stick the knife into his back and he screams cus it hurts so bad hes shoving his face into the couch harder and hes crying trying to get away but the more he wiggles the deeper the knife goes in and that hurts more and you pull the little knife out and gather some blood with ur hand and use that as lube before it clots up and when that happens you just get more blood if hes about to pass out you use a spell to heal that wound and stab him somewhere else and get more blood by the time you cum hes about to pass out from the pain and hes absolutely covered in blood its dripping down his back from his lower back to his head and all over his arms and the couch is soaked with blood and his hair is a red ginger mess with clots of blood hes almost breathing in blood through the cloth gag

(sorry was at block text limit) through his mouth if you pull out and cum on his back it literally just mixes with the blood he passes out and you leave him there bound in rope and gagged over the edge of the couch covered in clotted and dried blood

SUNSHINE DAISIES-

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something about joey richter protagonists just get me every damn time

ron weasley! who lets his pretty black girlfriend draw on his arms during class. little doodles of cats and stars <3

“‘s so pretty. might get it tattood <3”

he’s so soft stop

Love Lionheart so much. Friday is my favourite day of the week 💝

The last two chapters reminded me why I could never see Ron and Hermione as a couple. Ron is riddled with insecurities, some I could sympathise with: he is the poorest friend, the ´unwanted` son, the ordinary student…but he can also be spiteful and punish Harry and especially Hermione for his own shortcomings. He fought with Hermione because she dared to go with Krum and he was also a prat to Patil and that girl who asked Draco for a dance.

He also acted like Hermione is the prize he can snatch from Draco in their last fight.

All this to say kudos to you for not bashing Ron because I could never show your restraint and compassion ♥️😭 you show all his flaws but you still manage to make him look sympathetic!

Thank you tremendously! It's my favorite day, too!

I really agree that I can't see them working as a couple, and the last chapter sort of gives my thesis for why. They care about each other and they have this great peppery, ornery, needling friendship, which both of them enjoy, but they just don't Get Each Other. Not in the I-think-you're-stupid kind of way, but in the "my brain and your brain are very different coconuts" kind of way. And while they both have insecurities that make them feel like outsiders, they're different kinds of outsider, and regard each other as "insider" in a way that makes them struggle to feel sympathy. Hermione is beloved of her teachers and parents, respected by her peers, an only child, and an obvious star in the making who gets a lot of praise and attention; Ron sees that and thinks, You've got it good. And Ron is a pureblood wizard who knows this world like the back of his hand, who's got a huge family and is instinctively comfortable in social situations and everyone generally likes, and Hermione sees that and goes, You've got it good. And there's friction, because they both think they've got it worse, and in their own way, they're both right.

And they're both kind of nasty about it! In canon, Ron's mean to Padma, to Hermione, even to Harry, and it's almost invariably because Ron Thinks He's Got The Worst Deal. He doesn't see himself as important, so he doesn't realize that he has the capacity to hurt people. Whereas Draco (bringing it back to Lionheart) has always thought himself important, and so knows very well that he can hurt people; he's just... still learning how not to. Because his childhood damaged him in a very different sort of way. But that's the delicious fun of writing for such a large cast — I get to explore so many different ways of being, and of relating to other people, that highlight our leads through contrast.

should just dedicate myself to miss imp’s blog because here’s another- thing i wrote based off her prompt. @impishtubist thank u for always getting the creative juices flowing for me 💀

(this summary sounds like a whole bunch of nothing bc i was having fun being all ~whimsical and shit, but basically: harry becomes lord black, the tapestry repairs itself, and he finds a surprise addition on it)

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Magic was a fickle thing. No one knew where it came from nor how it operated. But ignorance is not the same as irreverence—every wixen in the magical world was brought up with the knowledge that Magic was to be both feared and respected. There was a sentience to it that was beyond the scope of mortal comprehension and there were warnings—stories of grave misfortune bestowed upon those who neglected this fact. 

Under the broad gamut of Magic, however, lies one particularly under-studied field of Family Magics. Not much is known about it, except that families who have a long lineage to call upon have some…quirks to their magic that others don’t. Certain types of magics come easier to them, an affinity, if you will. That’s not to say that others can’t have any of their own. The Malfoys might be relatively newblooded—despite their attempts at rebranding—but their propensity for Charms hasn’t gone unnoticed. The Weasleys and their fertility magic has, despite their social status, impressed a community with such low birth rates. 

So, it is fair to say that Family Magics are alive and kicking, distributed by a power unknown to everyone. The Blacks, at the height of their power, were feared by everyone—friend and foe alike. Their prowess with offensive magics was nigh unbeatable and even now, with its current state of disrepute, the old guard talks about the family in tones of awe and trepidation. 

It’s what makes the fates of Sirius and Regulus Black particularly tragic. That these two, heirs who were the envy of every single family, ended up fading into notoriety and obscurity, respectively—leaving behind a family crumbling into ruins. 

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black…reduced to a house elf and a dilapidated house, both on the verge of falling apart. 

That is, until now. Fate and Fortune colliding to breathe new life into old blood. With some personal discoveries along the way. 

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i know this is gonna sound controversial because a lotta people mostly the entire fandom love the twins fred and george weasley and they've done some good stuff and there funny and blah blah blah . i hate that we skirt pass the fact that they sucked treating ron decently and as good brothers especially when ron was younger. and nah i don't wanna hear the "it's older sibling shit". im an older sib and i would never give my younger sib cripping arachnaphobia for funsies or put them in a vow that could kill you. and even though they were younger like nobody really displined expect maybe that one time when they tried to do an unbreakable vow with ron and like wtf????? also reading order of the pheonix again i've noticed how cruel the twins comments were towards ron. like it wasn't friendly teasing it was literal tearing down his self esteem. there's many instances in the book where they make being a prefect sound stupid or dumb. i admit that molly may cause a lot toward some of there behavior and they act with jealousy but that is not ok. like hermione literally pointed out,

“You know,” said Hermione, as she and Harry walked down to the pitch a little later in the midst of a very excitable crowd, “I think Ron might do better without Fred and George around. They never exactly gave him a lot of confidence. . . .”

it probs also shows the insecurity and jealousy ron has shown in the 4th book because of shit the twins do or say.

anyways that was my ted talk

has anyone ever thought of how the golden trio are literally the improved version of james, sirius, and remus?

harry is james. he's an excellent quidditch player, golden boy of gryffindor, loyal to a fault, burning hatred for snape, etc etc. But he's BETTER- he's not an arrogant, bullying toerag; due to his childhood, he's the literal opposite (which is actually kinda ironic lmao)

ron is sirius. super loyal to harry/james, funny af, from a pureblood family, actually quite intelligent beneath his demeanor, etc etc. But he's BETTER- he's mean, sure, but he grows and learns from it, becoming a better person (whereas sirius held onto his vindictive streak going into adulthood)

hermione is remus. bookworm, stickler for rules, super intelligent, most often the voice of reason yet very much chaotic, feels ostracized/seperated from peers, etc. etc. But she's BETTER- if someone murdered Harry and his child went into an abusive household, she will NOT let that slide, thank you very much, because she will KILL for her besties.

they're the marauders, but BETTER.

ron reminding harry to eat because of stress, guilt and grief? canon.