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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years

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Jason Voorhees x Freddy’sDaughter!Reader || Oneshot

Title: They Cuddles; Him, Her, and her Bottle of Hypnocil.

Notes:

‘-There was something in her, something that was… pure horror. Everything you were supposed to watch out for. Heights, fire, shards of glass, snakes. Everything that his mom tried so hard to keep him safe from.’ - John Ajvide Lindqvist.

Inspired by the above quote.

Quick Background of Reader: You’re Maggies younger (Only a little) half-sister. (You were conceived and born shortly after he killed Loretta and your mother didn’t want you so you were pawned off to him so you were living with him until he was burnt by the Springwood Parents, whereas Maggie was of course taken away) (Pretend it was years between the time he was caught and the time he was killed)

Tried to write in Jasons POV, not sure how good it is, hah.

I miiiiiiight have some ideas for future parts of this, this was adorable and sweet.

Plot:

Just, Jason falling in so love with the enemies daughter who is so like her father - she’s loud, she’s hurt, she makes s t u p i d jokes and then laughs way too hard at them, she’s dangerous, - but who is gentle with him and kind. (She’s basically the type of girl Pam wouldn’t approve of at first but is so honest and kind that Pam cant help but begrudgingly like her eventually XD )

Warnings: Age gap? I mean it’s not a main plot point so you could ignore it but Jason and Freddy are similar in age so you’re young enough to be Jason’s kid too- but you’re in your 30’s-40’s so its okie. Fatherly trauma (Is that the right phrase?? Hah. You know what I mean) / Nightmare on elm Street survivor trauma also. Panic attack I think? Ends in fluff ^^

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When you stayed a night in your van at that old, abandoned camp, you certainly didn’t expect to meet Jason. I mean, you weren’t surprised by his… abnormalities -referring to the fact that he’s dead. Not his deformities, - as much as you were how cute and sweet he was. And how well you two got on, after he tried to kill you.

And you don’t blame him for that! You trespassed; you get it. If you had known he was there and he had taken ownership of the area, then you would have asked before parking there.

When Jason had found a girl hidden away, sleeping in the back of a yellow van, he certainly didn’t expect that she would soon become so important to him. She was just another trespasser acting like a hoodlum -living! In! A! Van?! – in his general vicinity and of course, he didn’t like that.

Boring chase story short; He pushed your van over and there was a chase through the forest (You’ve never run that fast in your life, jesus christ. You can still feel the wind burn on your cheeks, that one rock under your bare feet that cut you and the energy rushing through your body pushing you forward anyway) and you leapt into the lake- waiting until he came in after you. And then when he did, you just screamed random nonsense, splashing around spastically at him until you hit a nerve that sobered him (Something about his mother). This is a technique you developed after you were given up to various foster homes after your father was burnt to death (And then also when he found you again) when stinky foster parents, foster siblings, bullies at school rando’s off the street wanted to put their hands on you, and that you mastered since. It works, evidently, with asexual zombie monsters too.

After that, you went back to your van and rap up your foot, thinking that at least the lake water cleaned up the cut on your foot, and then grumpily set up your bed on your window now since the van (Poor, dear Mandy) is now on its side thanks to the local undead jerk!

You hadn’t slept a wink the rest of that night, not because of the hulking mass of rotten flesh and a hockey mask that you knew was lurking somewhere close by, watching you, but because you weren’t about to waste an extra Hypnocil pill in one night. You just laid there, pillows propping you up and being bored. Staring at the ceiling, smearing various ugly pastel shades onto a page in your sketchbook, listening to the woods and imagining getting rawed by Danny Zuko were highlights. Then, when daylight finally broke out, you were finally, unhappily wondering how you were going to get Mandy back on her wheels, zipping up your jacket and looking at your beautiful pale-yellow Volkswagen.

You thinking what pain this would be to correct… and then having turned on your heel and went on a trek to the closest town to get some kind of breakfast. Procrastinating the inevitable.

When you had returned, a bag of groceries in your arms -drink propped on top of everything else so you could sip through the straw as you walked,- , your van was back on her wheels.

You don’t know what it was about you that made him do that, that made him stop and not kill you, and its likely you’ll never find out since he doesn’t talk, after that you had gone directly to find the - cute, now, -behemoth you knew fixed it for you, to make and give him fairy bread to say thank you and sorry for what happened last night- and honestly you’ve been friendly ever since. More then friendly, after a while, but never less then.

___TIME SKIP: Current time now. Months and months after you met___

~ POV Change~

Oh my god.

The second I see that the familiar bottle, the one from Typo with the Coca Cola logo on it that reminds me absolutely zero percent of my father that I keep Hypnocil pills in is not where I left it, a deep sense of dread and anxiety fills me up to the brim- only proceeding to grow outwards to the air around me as I search in an increasingly more panicked fashion for the thing. Where is it!? Where is it, where is it, where is it. “Where, where, where, where, where, where- “

I fling a pillow out the back of the van and am just bundling up the blankets, not caring what else goes with it to push out as well so I can find that fucking bottle when I notice Jason standing there at the back doors watching me, head tilted. I immediately stop what I’m doing, heart stopping for a second. “Lost something.” Is all I can squeak out.

He leans forward and I watch as I bends down so his head and upper body are in here with me and looks around, then up at me again as if to ask what I’m looking for so he can help me. “I-Its, um… “ My voice trembles. I need to find that bottle- the fact that Jason is being so sweet and offering to help me look just makes me feel even less together. I could cry. “A r-red bottle with umm, curly writing on it?” He probably doesn’t remember what coke is, much less the logo…

He nods, and starts looking around, eyes focused and slow as the graze along everything in the van so studiously that I stay extra still instead of helping- so he doesn’t miss anything with that super-vision he’s acting like he must have. The vans a mess and I’m just kneeling in the corner, against the driver’s seat with the blankets all bundles up in my lap, worrying my bottom lip and waiting for this man to save me. Please, jesus- help me. Save me.

A moment later and I’m about to slowly move from my place and Jason suddenly moves. His heavy arm shoots forward and pulls the bottle, a tubular shock of red, out of a nook between my portable DVD player/screen and some books and I was showing him earlier, offering it to me.

Dropping the blankets and sitting on them instead, feeling the softness on my bare legs and taking the bottle from him before hugging it to my chest and covering my face with my hands, silently.

Oh my god.

~POV Change~

Y/N curls up on herself, hiding her face and the bottle between her legs and her tummy and doesn’t make much noise except a quick, quiet whimper. She’s acting different, in a bad way. Why isn’t she talking to him, Jason wonders? Why isn’t she being loud? Is she okay?

Looking around the van, because he has to go in there and see if she’s okay- get her out of that body-cocoon, Jason crawls into the vehicle that he’s never dared to touch since the first night they met, and it breathes under his weight a little bit. He sits down next to her, crossing his legs and watching her for a while. What… to do… now… hmm…

Finally, he decides putting his hand on her shoulder might work to get her attention at least, and she does relax her shoulders quickly at the contact. Then looks up, face red, at him before wiping her face again and crawling suddenly into his lap. She takes a deep breath, regaining some of her usual colour and composure as Jason just sits solid and c o m p l e t e l y still beneath her, flashing him a quick, toothless smile. “Thank you for finding this Jason, it’s important to me.” She looks at the bottle in her hands, not wanting to put it down and risk losing it again even as she knows its irrational that she would do it twice in a row. “Its… how I keep him away… “

Y/N looks up at Jason, eyebrows risen up her forehead to watch him cautiously, worriedly, looking for signs. Did he understand what you were talking about? And if so, is he okay at the mention of your father?

He’s just completely unmoving still. Y/N blinks at the utter lack of responce. “Jason?”

When she still doesn’t receive a response, she taps his mask gently. “Jaaaason?”

That gets his attention, as he looks down at her face… and nods. A wonky smile that makes his somehow-still-beating heart flutter weirdly appears on her face and she looks outside instead. “So, what did you come to see me for? Ya just missed me? Hah, I missed you too cutie. How about we go for a walk? Its pretty today- ah.” When Jason’s big arms suddenly, slowly take action and wrap heavily around her, she’s pleasantly surprised. Her anxieties and panic from earlier all but slip from their knot in her chest and disappear at the action, and she responds by turning properly to her side in his lap so she can lean into his chest. “Oor we could cuddle. That sounds better anyway!~”

She taps the side of his face affectionately before closing her eyes, and he lets his own half lid themselves at the feeling of her so close to him. She’s so cute and warm. Its weird, but he thinks- if someone were to come right now in this moment, and not be loud and not do anything to Y/N or him… he would probably let them go.

(Well at least until he let her go.)

#Jason Voorhees x Reader Oneshot #Oneshot #Jason Voorhees #Freddy Krueger #Oneshots #Jason Voorhees x Reader

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romionesecretsanta · 6 years

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Rabbits, Sheep, and Goats

A/N: this picks up 2 days after Stitch One, Pearl Two (aka what I titled it in my head since it’s untitled) and my apologies to Mystery Author for not asking to add onto the story but this one just screamed at me for a follow-up. (And this is a surprise gift to @ronaldswheezy and for the lovelies who participated in the 2017 Romione Secret Santa, for all of the lovely gifts and Kat for all of her hard work. I also tweaked one or two small details to fit my nicheverse but I don’t think (I hope!) the original author doesn’t mind a bit. It doesn’t quite fit with Anna’s gift to Kat but consider it in the spirit of the season.

Rated T/15/PG-15 for language only.

“Mum, we’re here,” Ron bellowed out as he stepped through the Floo and had to dodge two rambunctious toddlers and one harried Fleur trying to corral Teddy and Victories to get them washed up. Ron grabbed Teddy and hoisted him up, out of Fleur and Victorie’s way as she caught her daughter before she ran into the side table and needed magical intervention.

Hermione followed Ron out the Floo, dusting ashes from her cloak. “Ron, could you please move? If anyone else comes through the Floo, I’m going to get trampled.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” He stepped forward, holding a squirming and squealing Teddy in his arms. “This little whirlwind needs to get cleaned up before we can have dinner and presents.”

Arthur popped into the den, smiling mischievously. “We’re doing things a tad differently tonight. We’re exchanging gifts before dinner.”

“Before?” Percy perked up. “That is a first.”

“Well, Mum said she wanted to try something a little different.”

Ron deposited Teddy in Harry’s arms, seeing his best mate coming downstairs from Ginny’s room. His hair was a bit more mussed than usual, and a small bruise peeked out from his collar. “Oy, keep it where we can’t see it, wouldya?”

“Arsehole,” Harry muttered under his breath. “What’s up with this gnome?”

“I came in through the fireplace and Fleur was chasing him. It seemed to be a good idea to grab him before he made a mess of the den with everyone in there.”

“Come on you,” Harry hoisted Teddy over his shoulder and trooped him up the stairs to the loo. Ginny passed Harry on the stairs, smirking, and her hair freshly washed. Ron saw her smirk and pulled a face, earning a proper rude gesture. “Look who’s talking, ya hypocrite.”

“At least I shagged my wife at home and not flaunting it at Mum’s house.”

“Twat,” Ginny punched him lightly on the arm and Ron punched her back. “Strumpet.”

“What’s it to you?” She laughed and passed him, going to the kitchen to help finish up dinner preparations.

Ron turned back to the den and found a seat on the floor, next to the fireplace. George and Charlie were on the loveseat talking uses of Dragon dung – probably for another Wheezes product. Bill and Percy were in the parlour going over paperwork, of which Ron was eternally sick of from his own job.

“Now everyone,” Molly’s voice boomed over the rest, “I asked everyone to change things up a spell, and exchanging gifts first, then dinner. The rib roast needs a little longer to be done just right.”

“Rib roast?” Ron’s ears perked up. “Wow.”

“Well, your father got a bonus at work and he said that’s what he’d like so we’re having standing rib roast for Christmas. Now,” Molly wiped her hands before plucking her wand from her apron, distributing all of the boxes and packages to everyone.

Audrey slipped into the room, finding a seat next to Percy in Arthur’s recliner. “Sorry I’m tardy. I had a patient in crisis and just got them through intake at St. Mungo’s.”

A plethora of heads nodded in understanding. Molly swirled her wand again in the motions and a stack of packages flew to Audrey, nearly knocking Percy on his glasses. George laughed and Charlie did too.

“Where’s Angie?”

“She’s in Camden with her Mum and brother. She wishes she could be here tonight but promised to be in town for New Year’s.”

Teddy shredded his package first, howling in delight at the low-hovering broom. “Cheers mate,” Charlie laughed as Teddy tried and failed repeatedly to crawl onto the broom.

“Who got that for him?” Molly asked.

“I did,” Ginny replied. “Andromeda said I could finally get it for him, as long as it was the beginner’s model that can’t go above three feet and no faster than 5 miles an hour. So I got it for him. I figure a lad’s got to learn and why not from a professional?”

Harry turned and smiled at his fiancée. “I know we talked about it but I figured Andromeda would be the one chasing him mostly so it was her call.” Harry nodded, pulling a face in understanding.

Across the room, one by one, the noise grew quiet with the occasional interjection from someone.

“Oh wow, I can use this,” Charlie held up sturdy work boots. “And Fleur must have picked them out since they have a proper toe and everything.” Many peals of laughter followed his comment. “Merlin knows how often I’ve had to do immediate medical attention for getting my toes stepped on by a juvenile dragon”

“Hermione, you shouldn’t have,” Percy added after Charlie’s comment and held up the Raven’s quill set and crystal vial for ink. “This is quite lovely.”

“It has a dictation charm on it, so you can work more efficiently. I have a set and it’s amazing.”

“Thanks,” He pushed his glasses up and turned around to smile at his long-suffering girlfriend.

“Um, Mum?” George turned to Molly standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “I think you bungled something.” George held up his Christmas jumper. It was maroon and had a large G on it.

“Yeah, I think something went wonky, Mum.” Charlie held his jumper up, maroon also, but with a dragon embroidered on the shoulder, and a large C on it.

“No, I’ll explain once everyone has their jumpers on.”

Packages were shredded instantly and 11 jumpers were held up, in various sizes and with the initials on the front, all in Maroon. Ron flushed bright red immediately and held his up, showing it was in dark blue with an R on the wrist.

“Bloody hell,” he said under his breath and looked around the room. “Mum?”

“Well, since Hermione mentioned it earlier,” She smiled at her daughter in law, “I thought I would put to use all of the maroon yarn I have in the attic.”

George smiled first before shoving the jumper over his head. “Well, if Ickle Ronniekins doesn’t like Maroon, I’ll certainly wear it. It’s smashing!”

Molly smiled.

“Well, I’ve never had a jumper this colour,” Fleur piped up, “and will still appreciate it, even if I think it’s an odd match to my hair,” she smiled and shoved the jumper over her head. “It’s cold on the coast and a heavy wool jumper is just what I need for a walk to the village for sundries.”

Ron shrunk down in his chair. Ron pulled his on and winced once. Hermione leaned down on the armrest of the couch and kissed him on the temple. “You do look delightful in that color.”

“But she made everyone else their jumper in maroon.”

“And they appreciate it since it’s new to them. No one’s going to begrudge you another color this year.”

“I figured it was time for a small change,” Molly spoke up over everyone comparing their Christmas jumpers, “and everyone else got Maroon this year, including ours, since I believe Ron has said repeatedly he hated maroon as a color.”

Ron shrunk down further into his chair. Any further and he was going to be hiding under it, no matter how impossible that would be.

“Give me Maroon. I think it looks great on me.” All heads turned to Percy’s fiancée. “What does everyone think?” Audrey stood up and twirled in her jumper, her long hair swinging behind her. “My grandmother made me a cashmere sweater a couple of years ago and I only wear it on special occasions. This,” she extended her arms and they came down to her wrists perfectly, “this I can wear often and it’s so soft that I don’t have to worry over staining it or tearing it.”

Hermione winked at Ron. “I think it does look quite nice on you.”

A chorus of voices piped up, all voicing support.

“Well, then, it’s settled. Ron, sweetie, how would you like your jumpers in blue annually?”

“Yes, Mum, it would.” His ears turned a bright shade of red.

Molly toddled off to the kitchen to finish dinner, and the rest went back to conversations.

Ron had a silent conversation with Hermione and she left the room first, followed by Ron. They passed in the front hallway to the parlour and Hermione closed it off a moment later.

“You planned this somehow, didn’t you?” His stance looked like he was begging for a row, with his hands on his hips and feet spread wide, looking like a forceful imitation of Hermione when she was wound up in a row.

Hermione stood her ground, seeing Ron standing there looking upset. “I helped but Audrey said she likes maroon and would love jumpers in that color. She told me so when I talked to her last, which was yesterday.”

“So you did,” Ron’s voice was accusatory. “You got Mum to make me a blue jumper from now on, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” She hedged her answer. “I - “

Ron picked her up and kissed her breathless before setting her back down on the ground. Hermione fought her legs collapsing and instead snuggled into her husband’s arms. “Happy Christmas, love.”

“Happy Christmas.”

#romione #romionesecretsanta #gifts17 #fic #thank you so much!!!#i love weasley family christmas fluff 😊😊😊#submission

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feraldavestrider · 6 years

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i never check my mentions apparently @alpacalmond and @uiyutrentasei tagged me in a GTKM thing so im gonna do it oh uhhhh 2 weeks later LOL because i cant sleep and i hate myself

i tag @hal-strider if they didnt do it? and @noctiilucent, @kiyumiarashi, @whimsicmimic and @ataliaf uwu and anyone else who wants to do it!!

how tall are you: this is a cryptid question. i get a different result every time i try to measure myself and ive never asked anyone else to do it for me. some people tell me im very short, others have told me im average height for someone who is afab. im gonna hazard a guess at 5′5 tho.

what colour are your eyes: very dark brown

do you wear contacts and/or glasses: glasses. i literally CANNOT see without them. i mean like 2 inches from my glasses-less face is so blurry its unbelievable. i get super triggered by eye stuff tho so contacts are a no go ALSO i look weird w/o glasses anyway.

do you wear braces: no my teeth r p good actually. one is a bit wonky but thats life

what is your fashion style: i mean 90% panties and a sweaty 4 day tshirt because i just spend all day in my room like a goblin. BUT when i actually go out im ur basic ass post-emo trans dude with skinny jeans, converse and a too-big graphic tee. sometimes i spice it up with a plaid shirt because im fuckin GAY.

when were you born: october 12th 1999, babey

how old are you: 18 motherfucker flashes my titties and gulps a bottle of vodka im an ADULT

do you have any siblings: yes. a younger brother and hes a cunt

what school/college do you go to: im at sixth form rn (last yr of highschool technically if ur american but im not and hs finishes at 16 yrs old here deal with it). im going uni next yr tho and this years almost over for me academically since we go on study leave soon for our final exams. uwu overshares

what kind of student are you: the asshole who never studies for tests and does homework at 5am the morning before and still manages to pull straight As to everyones anger. im also the adhd class clown who makes random noises and cant concentrate half the time. ik i hate myself too im so annoying irl even more so than online.

what are your favorite subjects: in terms of actual content of the subject, english lit fs. in terms of classmates/teachers/general atmosphere DEFFO drama we spend half of our time eating cake, singing random shit and just losing our minds while filming it on snapchat which shouldnt at all be allowed.

what are your favorite movies: god idek. um. fuck. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i cant think of a single movie. ok ok ok i got it: white chicks, premium rush, scott pilgrim vs the world, the cornetto triology too i just love edgar hes such a great director. i like a lot of the marvel movies esp the spiderman hc and thor ragnorok and both gotg were p good. i love a lot of movies my brains just a void that sucks memories up into its fat gob and steals them from me forever.

what are your pastimes: sleeping, crying, used to be rping but i gave up on that, playing overwatch way too much and getting tilted because im shit, reading fanfictions did i say sleeping

do you have many regrets: dude. my guy. come in close. let me whisper in ur ear. are you close? no, closer. ok.

YES

what is your dream job: whoo boy. im do indecisive and i think a LOT of jobs seem super cool that id never do i.e. be an actor or be in a band. my dream job since i was like 8 was to be a writer which is unlikely since i cant even finish a pwp oneshot. but thatd be cool. id also like to write plays and direct them but thats also wild and v dream > reality.

would you like to get married: honestly. marriage as an institution? angers me. i dont like a lot of things about it. BUT. part of the reason i hate it is honestly if ur in a long long term relationship with someone ur better off married than not in terms of the benefits so. id happily get married if the other person wanted and/or we felt like it was the right thing to do, i just dont really care about being married or having a wedding tbh.

do you want kids? how many if so: no. hard pass. i might adopt if im long-term with someone who SUPER wants kids but that likely wont happen because i dont want to get into a long-term relationship with someone so desperate for kids since i dont have that same enthusiasm. sorry. ill be ur uncle gabe but im not having my own children im just not well equipped to literally have a full time job of making sure little idiots (meant affectionately) who dont know fuck from shit dont just straight up die. i can barely do that for myself.

how many countries have you visited: shit dude actually ive only visited like... uh... 4??? a lot of my holidays tend to be to the same countries (portugal/america) so i dont have that much experience like i feel like i do.

what was your scariest dream: hmmmm. when i was a kid i had these recurring dreams where i worked at this like. “zoo” where these MASSIVE, i mean ABSOLUTELY MASSIVE string rays that were also pancakes were like. hooked up to make electricity? anyway i hated the job because we all abused the rays super bad to make them generate the power and it sucked and it was all dystopian. there was stuff where like we had to kill the baby rays and stuff. anyway one day it went all planet of the apes and they broke out somehow and could fly and they killed loads of people and i had to go into hiding because they were super clever and could id who had worked at the zoo plant and wanted revenge. its super weird ik but this is pretty tame for my dreams they go HARD and BIZARRE and this one always made me wake up feeling super sick and scared idk. ur welcome.

do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend/significant other: no im lonely but its ok because i need to work on me

put your playlist on shuffle and without skipping the first 15 songs: ok so i dont really have a “playlist” per se so im just gonna use my top 100 2017 songs on spotify which ignores a lot of my non-spotify non-2017 bangers but whatever.

1) ‘My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark’ by FOB

2) ‘Tuxford Fall’ - Vasudeva

3) ‘Our Lawyer Made Us Change The Name Of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued’ - FOB

4) ‘Fried Noodles: Getter Remix’ - Pink Guy, Getter (listen ive never watched any filthy frank he weirds me out but this is a banger)

5) ‘Brick By Boring Brick’ - Paramore

6) ‘Thnks Fr Th Mmrs’ - FOB (i really dont listen to this much fob this is crazy)

7) ‘Death Note L’s Theme Goes Metal’ - Charlie Parra del Riego (theres no defence for this)

8) ‘Turnstile’ - Vasudeva

9) ‘Idle Worship’ - Paramore

10) ‘Monster’ - Paramore

11) ‘Miss Missing You’ - FOB

12) ‘The City’ - Madeon

13) ‘Far Too Young To Die’ - P!ATD

14) ‘Don’t Stop’ - Nothing More (really this is the band i listen to much smh these results are so skewed)

15) ‘Smile Like You Mean It’ - The Killers

#the void it speaks #lad tag #about me #i guess?#fhjdskshdsjg #this is stupid i h8 myself but also i love oversharing bye

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divagonzo · 6 years

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Rabbits, Goats, and Sheep

A/N: this picks up 2 days after Stitch One, Pearl Two (aka what I titled it in my head since it’s untitled) and my apologies to Mystery Author for not asking to add onto the story but this one just screamed at me for a follow-up. (And this is a surprise gift to @ronaldswheezy and for the lovelies who participated in the 2017 Romione Secret Santa, for all of the lovely gifts and Kat for all of her hard work. A particular sweetie asked and I do try to deliver on time and under budget. I also tweaked one or two small details to fit my nicheverse but I don’t think (I hope!) the original author doesn’t mind a bit. It doesn’t quite fit with Anna’s gift to Kat but consider it in the spirit of the season.

Rated T/15/PG-15 for language only.

Hermione followed Ron out the Floo, dusting ashes from her cloak. “Ron, could you please move? If anyone else comes through the Floo, I’m going to get trampled.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” He stepped forward, holding a squirming and squealing Teddy in his arms. “This little whirlwind needs to get cleaned up before we can have dinner and presents.”

Arthur popped into the den, smiling mischievously. “We’re doing things a tad differently tonight. We’re exchanging gifts before dinner.”

“Before?” Percy perked up. “That is a first.”

“Well, Mum said she wanted to try something a little different.”

“Arsehole,” Harry muttered under his breath. “What’s up with this gnome?”

“I came in through the fireplace and Fleur was chasing him. It seemed to be a good idea to grab him before he made a mess of the den with everyone in there.”

“At least I shagged my wife at home and not flaunting it at Mum’s house.”

“Twat,” Ginny punched him lightly on the arm and Ron punched her back. “Strumpet.”

“What’s it to you?” She laughed and passed him, going to the kitchen to help finish up dinner preparations.

“Now everyone,” Molly's voice boomed over the rest, “I asked everyone to change things up a spell, and exchanging gifts first, then dinner. The rib roast needs a little longer to be done just right.”

“Rib roast?” Ron’s ears perked up. “Wow.”

Audrey slipped into the room, finding a seat next to Percy in Arthur’s recliner. “Sorry I’m tardy. I had a patient in crisis and just got them through intake at St. Mungo’s.”

“Where’s Angie?”

“She’s in Camden with her Mum and brother. She wishes she could be here tonight but promised to be in town for New Year’s.”

Teddy shredded his package first, howling in delight at the low-hovering broom. “Cheers mate,” Charlie laughed as Teddy tried and failed repeatedly to crawl onto the broom.

“Who got that for him?” Molly asked.

Harry turned and smiled at his fiancée. “I know we talked about it but I figured Andromeda would be the one chasing him mostly so it was her call.” Harry nodded, pulling a face in understanding.

Across the room, one by one, the noise grew quiet with the occasional interjection from someone.

“Hermione, you shouldn’t have,” Percy added after Charlie’s comment and held up the Raven’s quill set and crystal vial for ink. “This is quite lovely.”

“It has a dictation charm on it, so you can work more efficiently. I have a set and it’s amazing.”

“Thanks,” He pushed his glasses up and turned around to smile at his long-suffering girlfriend.

“Um, Mum?” George turned to Molly standing in the doorway to the kitchen. “I think you bungled something.” George held up his Christmas jumper. It was maroon and had a large G on it.

“Yeah, I think something went wonky, Mum.” Charlie held his jumper up, maroon also, but with a dragon embroidered on the shoulder, and a large C on it.

“No, I’ll explain once everyone has their jumpers on.”

“Bloody hell,” he said under his breath and looked around the room. “Mum?”

“Well, since Hermione mentioned it earlier,” She smiled at her daughter in law, “I thought I would put to use all of the maroon yarn I have in the attic.”

George smiled first before shoving the jumper over his head. “Well, if Ickle Ronniekins doesn’t like Maroon, I’ll certainly wear it. It’s smashing!”

Molly smiled.

Ron shrunk down in his chair. Ron pulled his on and winced once. Hermione leaned down on the armrest of the couch and kissed him on the temple. “You do look delightful in that color.”

“But she made everyone else their jumper in maroon.”

“And they appreciate it since it’s new to them. No one’s going to begrudge you another color this year.”

Ron shrunk down further into his chair. Any further and he was going to be hiding under it, no matter how impossible that would be.

Hermione winked at Ron. “I think it does look quite nice on you.”

A chorus of voices piped up, all voicing support.

“Well, then, it’s settled. Ron, sweetie, how would you like your jumpers in blue annually?”

“Yes, Mum, it would.” His ears turned a bright shade of red.

Molly toddled off to the kitchen to finish dinner, and the rest went back to conversations.

Ron had a silent conversation with Hermione and she left the room first, followed by Ron. They passed in the front hallway to the parlour and Hermione closed it off a moment later.

“So you did,” Ron’s voice was accusatory. “You got Mum to make me a blue jumper from now on, didn’t you?”

“Maybe,” She hedged her answer. “I - “

“Happy Christmas.”

#hpfic #romione secret santa #romione #ron weasley #hermione granger #dragon's fic #Molly Weasley #Audrey Reeves #Teddy Lupin #The rib roast was an inspired addition #since I also picked up one for a song today on Boxing Day #going to cook it for either New Years or another time befitting it #Queue up for the Dragon

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megan-cutler · 7 years

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I was tagged by @byjillianmaria - thanks for the tag (and sorry about the delay)! a - age: 31 (yes I had to check. I constantly lose track)

b - biggest fear: Failure. That all of the stuff I work so hard to write will never be read by anyone and will have ended up being a waste of time.

c - current time: 2:36 PM (these are heavy thoughts for 2:30 in the afternoon, my friends)

d - drink you last had: Iced tea mixed with Lemonade. I believe the proper term is "Arnold Palmer."

e - every day starts with: Coffee. Things may happen before coffee, but they aren't real things and don't matter until the coffee is had.

f - favourite song: OMG. There are so many, I don't think I can even fit them all on here. For now let's go with Iron Maiden's "Empire of the Clouds." I'm still squeeing pretty hard over it.

g - ghosts, are they real?: I don't honestly know. I believe they *could* be, and I've had some pretty wonky, I would go so far as to say supernatural, experiences. But I don't think I've ever actually seen a ghost.

h - hometown: I've lived so many places now, I'm not sure I really think of one as a hometown. But I'm originally from Selinsgrove, PA. If you've heard of it, you get the gold star.

i - in love with: The sound of rain on my roof right now (real rain, not the digital rain I listen to when I'm writing).

j - jealous of: People with bestselling books. There. I admitted it.

k - killed someone: ...You mean in a story? Because probably yesterday XD

l - last time you cried: I sobbed my little eyes out on Sunday when we saw Logan and I'm not even a tiny bit ashamed.

m - middle name: Elizabeth (like the queen)

n - number of siblings: 2 (Technically I'm aware of the fact that I have at least 2 half siblings, one of whom I've never met, but I don't think they count because we don't know each other and aren't part of each others lives and counting them would be unfair to my two brothers who have put up with me all their lives.)

o - one wish: To be a successful writer. The best part is that I get to define that success (but I'm still not quite there yet).

p - person you last called/texted: My husband. With a grocery list XD

q - question you’re always asked: "You aren't really 32, are you?!" Thank you, sweetness, but yes. Yes I am.

r - reasons to smile: Well today I got my big project editing done before lunch, so I am all grins. (Also there's half a tiny strawberry rhubarb pie left in the fridge for later :3 )

s - song last sung: I can see clearly now the rain is gone (randomly while I was reheating my tea (and it hadn't even rained that day XD))

t - time you woke up: 8:30 AM is wake-up time (though some days I push it back to 8 *gasp*)

u - underwear colour: Uh... White with a design on it?

v - vacation destination: No vacations planned at the moment. But if you're asking my dream vacation, I'd really like to go back to England and hang with all my friends there. I miss them T.T

w - worst habit: Being horrible to myself, not forgiving myself when I screw up or turn out to be human, forgetting to eat because I should really finish editing this page first... that sort of thing :p I’m going to tag everyone who wants to procrastinate instead of edit (like me!)

#memes #all about me #writer

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