"Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl."
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"Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl."
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SHRINKING (2023-) → 3.04 'The Field'
All my friends moved away during the tail end of Covid. It’s so lonely in your 30s.
Shrinking (2023-present) Hold Your Horsies (S03E05)
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Inspired by this post.
Untamed (2025—) | Season 1, Episode 6 “All Trails Lead Here” | Lily Santiago as Naya Vasquez
“I walked up on this big herd of deer the other day. Watched 'em for a second before they took off everywhere and sent your horse bolting off about a mile for me to chase down.” “On foot, the bucks will scatter. The rest will follow. But on a horse, if you stay calm, you'd ride right through the middle.”
yesterday I went over to my neighbor’s house for our dogs to play and his neighbor Steve is standing by the fence. Being myself I walk over and introduce myself. He informs me we’ve met (we have not) and I advise he must have met my partner (keep in mind she is a foot shorter and a different race).
We do the usual neighbor get to know you. How long have you lived here -etc.
Then Steve looks me straight in the eye and asks, perplexed- “oh, so you two share the dog?”
I cheerfully gesture back at my home and say, no that’s my partner, we live across the street with our kids and our dog.
this poor man just nodded and carried on asking me about my job.
this is just to say sometimes people living in suburban, conservative states are in their 60s before they realize lesbians blend right in.
Hello!
First of all: I loved your “together or not at all” series, it’s one of my favourite to reread from time to time.
Second: do you, perhaps, remember another Harry/Ron/Hermione fiction in which they’re living together and Harry is involuntarily haunting their house, and Harry, in his sleep, sometimes stops breathing (but he’s fine) as a consequence of having died.
I clearly remember they slept in the same bed too.
It was on AO3, and I’m sure I had it bookmarked, but now it’s gone and I’m really sad about it 😢
Do you, per chance, know someone that has it saved?
Thanks for your time! Cheers!
I know exactly the fic you’re talking about and I think it’s gone. I remember it started with the mirror not working right. Putting this out there hoping someone else might have it saved!
And thank you for the kind words! Together or Not At All was the best creative times of my life. I find myself often wanting to live in that perfect little universe. Glad that warmth carries with you too!
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1 for rarry (it literally screams rarry omg) please and thank you!!
It was only once Harry was in his cot, half an hour passed and his breathing slowed that at last Ron felt that he could breathe. When had their friendship gotten so hard? From the moment he’d met Harry it’d been easy…well, aside from the pesky You-Know-Who business…but being with Harry, being his mate, it’d had been the easiest thing he’d ever done. That was until Harry had left and returned from his month-long worldwide adventure a different person.
Now Ron questioned everything he did. Regretted every time he made Harry back away, felt pain when Harry’s eyes would turn from laughter to pain and Ron knew not the cause of it. The only thing that he was certain was that Ron didn’t jump when someone else lay their hand on Harry’s shoulder. Didn’t evoke awkward laughter.
Had Harry outgrown him? Or had it been Ron that had changed? When did things between them go so wrong?
He awoke in the middle of the night suddenly, just as he had hundreds of times while in the tent. He forced himself to lay still for as long as it took to identify the cause of his abrupt awakening, even if the source was his own mind.
A floorboard creaked and Ron became aware that the room was absent of Harry’s snores. He was about to roll over, to raise alarm when the footsteps stopped at the edge of his bed, and seconds later the mattress dipped beside him as it took on the weight of another.
Without a doubt, he knew it was Harry even though he’d never approached Ron like this. They stayed still in the dark depths of the night and Ron could feel Harry’s eyes taking him in. What was he doing?
Ron was almost afraid to breathe but knew that Harry would know he’d awoken him and feared the moment would disappear before it was realized. Harry did nothing, simply sat there, studying him. He was so close Ron recognized his aftershave, one Harry’d picked up from the store only last evening, seeking Ron’s council on the right one.
A strange desire to smell more of it came over him and when Ron took a second whiff he startled himself with a sneeze erupted from him.
Harry was gone before Ron realized what had happened, scampering back to his bed and under his covers like he’d never been beside him at all.
What was that about?
The previous night’s events played over and over again in his mind. It was all he could think about as they went through their day. Tending the chickens, mending the fence, weeding the garden. Mundane chores Ron welcomed. Yet as they went to bed that night, exhausted from a good day's work Ron found it hard to sleep.
What had Harry wanted? Just to see his face? It was a whim Ron could understand completely. He’d lost track of the number of times he’d awoken during Harry’s brief absence and searched for him only to have to remember where he was.
Had Harry done the same? While he was away? The idea brought about a strange comfort to Ron mixed with a deeper, burning sensation he couldn’t name.
He wondered if Harry might not do it again and with anticipation bubbling in him he made a show of rolling over and shutting his eyes, mimicking what he hoped to be convincing sleep. It was almost an hour when his efforts were finally rewarded. The rustle of a bedsheet, Harry’s feet testing the floor, padding over so quiet Ron might have missed it if he hadn’t been straining his ears.
And then he was there again, his gentle weight dipping the bedsprings, the smell of him filling Ron’s nostrils. Just as the night before he sat there, silent in the moonlight for a very long time.
“There’s something I’ve been too coward to say,” Harry whispered and for a second Ron wasn’t sure if Harry had seen through his ruse and meant the words for his conscious self. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”
Ron forgot to breathe, forgot his position as the confession rolled over and over again in his brain. Love? In love? With him? The notion seemed to foreign.
What could Harry possibly see in him?
Harry seemed more relaxed around him, the next day. As though the confession had erased the tension between them and brought back his best friend. They made the same jokes they always had, caused the same laughter. Yet even though Ron was overjoyed to have his best mate back, really back, he now felt the weight of the secret holding him down.
Had that been why Harry had left without him? Only, he’d come back. Had missed Ron enough to come back into his life burdened.
That night he waited for Harry to come, to feel the heat of Harry’s body through only bedcovers and pajamas but Ron waited all night to nothing. And what would he do? What would he say? Those words hadn’t been meant for him. A confession meant to be kept secret by darkness.
Only, now he knew. And he now it was his turn to decide.
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She’d expected their reunion to have more….flourish. Built it up in her head. Imagined a thousand scenarios each to the same ending. it had been the thought that had consumed every lonely hour. Demanded space in her brain even when all she could think about was the overwhelming fear of dying. So long as she could see him again, hold him again, feel his lips against hers one last time she thought that she could withstand just about anything.
But here he was. Alive. Living in the same space, sharing the same food and conversations and all he would give her were hidden, desperate minutes where the air in their lungs were the same. Never the quiet reassurances he had once whispered. No desolations of love, of fondness, no cherishing her hair or the shape of her eyes or any of the sweet things he did in her memories.
She was sick of it. They had been through something terrible…impossible. They deserved a happy ending. They deserved happiness.
“I love you,” she whispered as their chapped lips pulled apart and she
He winced at her words, his body detaching from hers and she only kept him there by the weight of her body on his lap.
“I love you, Harry,” she repeated, nuzzling her nose against his stubbled jaw, his bruised neck. “I love you.”
But he was stiffening, slipping away from her even if she’d physically trapped him there. She tried softening him again, kissing the places she’d daydreamed about, attempting again to illicit that little groan he let slip when she did it just right. His hands reached out and wrapped around her wrists, pushing her away and she was forced to give up, forced to look at him.
His eyes lacked kindness and sternly he said, “I don’t deserve to be loved.”
It stunned her. She felt petrified to the spot. All this time missing him and the man returned to her had a shell so thick and toughened that she feared she might not ever find the man she’d missed inside it.
“You don’t get to decide that,” she replied, just as stern. “You don’t get to decide who loves you.”
“Ginny.”
She waited, but he did not continue.
“I love you,” she repeated again, noticing for the first time wetness in his eyes. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his forehead, allowing him to take refuge in her chest. “And that’s not going to change.”
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75 Hinny?
“You can’t keep doing this,” Harry groaned as Ginny’s lips trailed his color bone.
“Doing what?” she asked, a familiar mischievous look in her eyes that made Harry have to bite his lip, distracted. She ducked her head once more, her eyes never leaving his as her lips resumed the slow, painfully erratic “This?”
“No,” Harry breathed, “Don’t stop that.”
Victorious she began kissing up his neck, coming painfully close to his lips before diverting away. She was going to drive him insane, she really was. He managed to regain his train of thought and tugged on her hair to get her attention.
“No you can’t keep doing this…all this… and then leaving.”
She made to kiss him again and he tightened his grip on her hair. She let out one of those noises- breathy, needy- that drove him wild and bit her own lip.
“And what else am I supposed to do?” she asked of him. “You’re the one that didn’t want to move in together.”
“I-“ he stressed, “was the one that didn’t want to move in with you and your brother.”
“Mmh, this sneaking around has been fun,” she answered him.
He relaxed his grip on her hair, running his fingers all the way to the ends. “How about it then? We’ll get a place of our own? Then you’ll never have to leave.”
From her expression, he could tell she was delighted, but in her typical Ginny way (the way that he loved) she didn’t give in all at once.
“I’ll think about it,” she said after a minute pretending to ponder while he took his turn exploring the tender surface of her neck. “Perhaps you can give me a reason to stay.”
18 or 69 for linny?!
beauty by the shivers was running through my head the whole time I was writing this. Enjoy!
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It was still strange to see Ginny smile like that and to know that Luna had put that smile on her face…that blush on her cheeks. Adorable every time that Luna complimented her and Ginny responded with a blush. She’d never had this effect on someone before, though Ginny had had this effect on her for a while now. And to know she felt the same. It made her heart feel incredibly light, doing strange twists and turns with every giggle or flustered reply.
“I need to go,” Ginny whispered for the dozenth time though she made no move to get up, to remove her head from Luna’s chest, untwine their legs or fingers.
“Mmh,” Luna hummed, kissing her temple and feeling giddy when Ginny smiled. “How about tomorrow?”
“It’s supposed to rain,” Ginny said confidently. “We’ll get soaked.”
She didn’t sound too upset at the prospect.
“You could come over,” Luna offered, “Have dinner with me and daddy.”
Something in the air, inside Ginny, shifted and she stiffened.
“Luna, er, have you told your dad? About us that is?”
Inside her, something froze.
“I’m scared,” Ginny said very quietly, ashamed. “What if someone finds out about us?”
Luna was used to being kept a secret. Almost every friend she’d ever had had kept her to themselves. Only Ginny had never….Luna thought she would never….
“And that would be a bad thing?”
Ginny winced and detached herself very slowly. “Hey,” she murmured, bringing up a hand to Luna’s cheek but it felt different now. “I’m sorry, I just…”
“It’s okay,” Luna managed, brushing her hand away. “I understand.”
It worked, Luna realized, because it was a secret. Because she was a secret. Luna pulled away her legs and looked away out at the field they had hidden themselves in. The sun’s warmth felt very far away.
“Luna,” Ginny cooed, begging her back.
“I’m going to go,” she said carefully, standing up very slowly and without meeting her eye. “If you want to stop by then…”
“Luna,” she cried again as she made to walk back towards the half rebuilt house that had once been her home. “Please, I didn’t mean….let me just…”
Luna paused without turning. “I know things are hard right now. You’ve got your family and Harry-“
“This isn’t about Harry!” Ginny said sounding horrified. “Luna I want you. Only you.”
She turned, staring at her, at last giving her a chance to go on.
“Things are so…so weird right now,” Ginny said. “And you, you make me so happy. So happy that I feel guilty about it. I want to keep you a secret because if people find out then there’s going to be questions and you’ll be around it and I just want you to myself. And I know how that sounds and how selfish I’m being so-“
Luna cut her off, closing the distance between them and putting a hand on Ginny’s cheek. She let out a soft noise, leaning into her palm and resting the weight of her head against it.
“Being with you is the only reason I’m still sane,” Ginny told her. “And if you want to tell people then I-“
“It’s okay,” Luna whispered. She pressed her forehead against Ginny’s and when she opened her mouth to protest cut her off with a kiss. “It’s okay.”
They closed their eyes, hands finding and fitting together.
“I can be your secret,” Luna whispered, “For as long as you need one.”
62- 'Our song came on and I needed to talk to you after I heard it'
66-'Back then I lied when I told you I didn’t love you. You needed to move on from me… I needed to protect you from me'
Ron and Hermione, taking place at a Ministry Gala
Omg couldn’t have picked two lines better myself. Hope you enjoy!
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Six months, almost seven since the fight that hadn’t ended. Since she had stormed out and he hadn’t come after her.
At first, she’d kept track of the days. Counting them up and down, marking a life without him. A life she’d never wanted, or never known to want depending on the day.
It wasn’t as though they didn’t see one another. For all their efforts to avoid each other, all their friends were the same, their plans and social commitments. They’d agreed (after Seamus’s birthday party which they had spent a good half hour screaming at one another in the kitchen) not to fight at them which, more often than not, meant they didn’t speak at all.
But they were both here, tonight. The second anniversary of the battle. Honored guests, a commitment they couldn’t escape no matter how much groaning and moaning they did about it.
Hello love your work, would you be able to do a fic about Ron coming back from a particular brutal Auror mission and he's in shock almost (Think Thousand yard stare and hand trembling) Maybe Rose comes to greet her daddy and is surprised by his odd demeanor?
Omg thank you so much! This prompt about broke my heart so repaying the favor here.
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He’d only stayed on with the Aurors to keep himself sane. The few months he’d tried stepping away he’d pestered Harry into madness trying to stay up to date until the Head Auror himself had to stage an intervention.
“Either in our out Weasley,” Gawain said harshly. “I can’t risk my Aurors for your own peace of mind.”
So they’d come to a compromise. Not all the time. Sometimes not even months at all. Mostly fieldwork, keeping an ear low to the ground from the twin’s shop or sometimes asking someone out for a drink just to figure out what they knew. The part of the job he’d enjoyed.
Then of course there was Harry. The real benefit of his arrangement with the ministry was that he could still be there for his best mate. Completely. Gawain never asked him to go on a mission again but whenever Harry even whispered that Ron was needed he was always ready.
He’d do anything for Harry. Always had. Always would. Even the impossible.
oh…..birthday boy…..