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30 Shades of Fluff [6/30]
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That. Voice. (Part 1 😘)
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30 Shades of Fluff [6/30]
Reading To You
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That. Voice. (Part 1 😘)
"Will you marry me?" prompt because I hope for some happy fluff? <3
Yikes… I’m so sorry this took so long but these are a very important four words, you know? I wanted to do them justice. I hope I did. 💕
Warning: Copious amounts of fluff. Also, an almost-naked Ron Weasley.
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Will You Marry Me?
Ron wouldn’t exactly say he was used to waking up next to Hermione - he would never truly get used to anything about her - but he’d come to expect it, in any case, now that they lived together. Now that three whole years together had solidified the fact that she loved him and willingly chose to put up with his snoring, his morning breath, his occasional bad temper that lasted only until his first bite of breakfast… yes, she had truly chosen him, for better or worse.
And for him, well, he had chosen her years ago without even realizing it, wholly unaware that he had welcomed her permanently into his heart and his life and his consciousness. Now, he couldn’t undo it even if he wanted to, this love for her, even as it had evolved and grown over the years. He hadn’t always known it, but it was always going to be her from the instant they met in that train compartment.
Next to him, she rolled over onto her side, her brown eyes blinking open in the vibrant Saturday sunlight. She inched toward him, snaking an arm over his waist, and nestled her face into his bare chest. Ron dropped a kiss onto her bushy hair, which was all in disarray, and felt like he had suddenly known all along where this morning was headed.
“Hey,” he whispered, tickling her back with his fingertips. “Do we have any plans today?”
He reckoned it was best to ask, since she was always forgetting to tell him. He would be under the impression that they had a quiet weekend night ahead of him only to find out at the last moment, “didn’t I tell you? We’re meant to have dinner with my gran, and remember, she thinks we’re Muggles…” and then he’d find himself scrambling to recall his ‘I’m not a wizard’ cover story. He never minded, anyway. That was just their life together: unpredictable.
“No, nothing,” Hermione said into his shoulder. “Why?”
And he’d always thought, in this moment, that he’d have to summon the spirit of Godric Gryffindor to be as courageous as he’d need to be, but that didn’t seem necessary anymore. There was nothing scary about any of it.
“Hmm.” He angled his face to touch his lips to hers. “Let’s get married.”
He knew her well enough to know she was suddenly wide awake at the suggestion.
“You’re barking,” she replied, her lips still nudging his as she spoke. “What do you really want to do today?”
“I want to get married,” Ron repeated as she looked directly into his eyes, clearly trying to read if this was just his way of teasing her on a weekend morning.
His heart started to hammer in his chest as she silently studied him.
“Are you proposing to me?” she asked, a smile just threatening to burst forth on her features.
“Yes,” Ron declared. “I want to marry you. Today.”
“Well - but - I mean-” Despite this feeble protestation, she was grinning fully now. “I mean, that’s crazy, we can’t just go and get married today-”
“Sure we can. If we go down to the Ministry, we’ll be married in time for lunch.”
Hermione sat up, blankets bunching in her lap, Ron’s old Chudley Cannons t-shirt hanging loosely on her frame.
“You’re really serious, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, it happens occasionally,” Ron replied, his every limb trembling with adrenaline as he shifted up to sit as well. “Hold on, hold on, I’ve got to do this properly, just give me one second.”
He’d been planning on doing this differently, in a much more romantic fashion, when they went on holiday next month, but best laid plans had never really worked out for him and Hermione in the past and he reckoned it was a bit naive to expect that to start happening now. They’d learned long ago they couldn’t map out every second of their lives and sometimes leaping before they looked was the very best thing for them.
So he scrambled out of the bed, barely noticing that he was only wearing his pants, and yanked open a dresser drawer. It was the one where he tended to keep things like old Quidditch gloves and some of the woolly-bladder-style knit hats that Hermione had made during fifth year - the sort of drawer she had no interest in exploring - and recovered a small, square, wooden box.
“You - when did you get that?!” Hermione exclaimed when she saw what he was holding.
“A couple weeks ago,” said Ron, clambering back onto the bed to sit cross-legged in front of her. “I was going to wait to ask you, but then - but then I woke up this morning and I looked at you and I really don’t want to spend another day not married to you and so…” He popped open the box to reveal a glittering ruby set into a gold band. “Oh, and I promise this isn’t goblin-made, I know how you feel about that, so I got it at a Muggle shop-”
“Ron,” Hermione choked out, eyes glassy with unshed tears, “are you going to ask me or not?”
“Well, I just - all right. Okay. Hermione,” he began, extracting the ring from the box, “will you marry me?”
She pounced forward, tackling him back onto the bed, and the ring went flying.
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you can find more four word prompts here!
30 Shades of Fluff [5/30]
TICKLE FIGHT part 2
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Revenge for the dragon. One bear down. *shamelessly makes them look super happy* #NotEvenSorry #TheyDeserveToBeHappy #AndFluffy <3
Can you do Early Morning Kiss?? 😊
Thank you for the prompt! Hope you enjoy 💕
Warning: Pure, unadulterated, cavity-inducing fluff ahead.
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Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that’s a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they’re kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze.
Hermione was always the first thing Ron became aware of in the morning, the first thought in his brain as the last vestiges of sleep faded from his mind and the morning light flooded his eyes. It was usually her touch that broke through first: her head on his chest, a limb flung over him, or her hair tickling his skin. And then he’d hear her slow, heavy breaths, the occasional snoring that she always denied ever doing, the rustling of sheets as she inevitably snuggled closer to him…
He didn’t even want to open his eyes, not yet. If he did - if he fully woke up and actually started the day - then the moment would slip away that much sooner, and he wasn’t quite ready for that. This morning was the only of its kind that he would ever have, and he wanted to savor every second of it.
Besides, they’d been up incredibly late last night, and if ever there was a morning that he was entitled to a lie-in, it was this one. Hermione, all warm and soft in his arms, let out a quiet sigh and rolled onto her back, pinning Ron’s arm to the mattress. He let himself drift back into a half-asleep haze, lulled by her rhythmic breaths. It was nice just existing with her without alarm clocks or obligations or any pressing reason to even leave the bed.
Except… he was starting to develop the disconcerting sensation of pins and needles prickling at his arm where her shoulder blade had dug into his limb. Maybe it would be okay to move, if only to restore the circulation of his blood.
“Hermione,” he whispered, trying to draw her back against him with an arm that felt like it was made of sand.
She shifted, a bit, and then angled her face toward him, grazing her lips over the side of his chin. Cracking a smile, his eyes still closed, Ron tried to find her lips with his but landed somewhere in the vicinity of her nose. Close enough, he thought, working his way down until he could properly kiss her, soft and slow and lazy.
“Morning,” he mumbled against her mouth.
“Good morning, husband,” she replied. Ron’s eyes sprang open; her words made his stomach flip. “I’ve never been able to say that before.”
“Get used to it,” he said, kissing her again. “We’ve got about eighty more years of this.”
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you can find more kisses prompts here!
I’ve decided to start posting a new multi-chapter! It will end up being much longer than anything else I’ve shared so far which makes me nervous and excited!
Summary: Hermione is returning to Hogwarts as Head Girl, and Ron, due to circumstances currently out of his control, has to go with her if he ever hopes to become an Auror… but they’re about to learn that going back is more difficult than they imagined. Rated M for sexual content in later chapters. Word Count: 3,287 Warnings: This chapter would be rated T if it stood alone, but no warnings yet… Harry’s a little grumpy in this one? That's about it. This will go NSFW in later chapters.
And here’s the AO3 link if that’s the kind of thing you’re into.
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21 y 22 de enero #fluffysunday #flof
...and here are some human versions, because why not? :p #fluffysunday (at Asha Tea House)
I miss drawing fluffs, so fluff I drew... #fluffysunday (at Asha Tea House)