#ron weasley request

[may-clouds]

SAVIOR IN YELLOW

ron weasley x f!hufflepuff!beater!reader oneshot

― when a rogue bludger rockets towards the crowd, you dive in and abandon the game just to protect a stranger

― fluff

― 1.6k words

― warnings: none

― requested by @readingkitty

― i thought your request meant for ron to be in the stands, but you may have wanted him to actually be on the pitch? idk, but either way i hope you enjoy!

masterlist // the request

Both you and Ron had been waiting for this upcoming game for the entire week, but each for different reasons.

As always, you were yearning for the next opportunity to feel the rush of a game. The atmosphere was unmatched. Even the ache of your arms on the day after the match was something you'd grown to enjoy.

Whereas Ron simply wanted to watch you; the best player of all the Hogwarts Quidditch teams. Despite not knowing you, he would count himself as one of your biggest fans.

When Quidditch season approached, you were always the talk of the school. It was even rumoured that professional teams were keeping their eye on you. But you never let any of that get to your head, which was something that Ron admired greatly.

No matter how many times Ron tried to pluck up the courage to exchange even a few simple words with you, he could never bring himself to do so. Harry always teased him for backing out at the last moment every time.

Now as you stood in the changing rooms, checking that your gloves were on properly for the fifth time in the last minute, you couldn't help but feel an impending sense of doom.

Something inside of you was screaming to you that something was going to go wrong.

You hadn't felt such unease caused by a quidditch match since the dementors invaded the pitch in your third year.

Still, when your captian yelled for you to leave the changing rooms and get ready to play, you swallowed your worries and put on a smile.

"Ready, Y/n?" your beater partner asks.

"Of course." you smirk back, taking your bat from them, "Are you?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." they spoke through a tight-lipped smile.

"Then let's not keep the people waiting. I want to beat these Slytherins as quickly as we can."

Your fellow beater nodded, and together you stepped out onto the pitch with a broom in one hand and a bat in the other.

The second that your boot touched the grass, cheers erupted from all around the stadium. You smiled and waved at everyone, but smirked cheekily at the silent Slytherins on the far side of the stands.

It wasnt long before Madame Hooch was blowing the whistle that announced the start of the match. Instantly, your attention was captured by the bludger and nothing else. All you needed to focus on was that heavy black ball.

Ron, however, could only focus on you. Not the chasers scoring point after point, not the seekers stretching their arms out towards the snitch - only you.

From the way your robes flapped in the wind, to the way you swung your arm to protect your teammates - he noticed and admired it all.

The bludgers were soaring through the air, almost as if they were teasing you. It seemed like they was purposefully avoiding you, or taunting you by staying just out of your reach.

If you blinked, you'd lose track of one. Today the black balls felt more illusive than the snitch.

And if that wasn't difficult enough, the Slytherin players were cheating and shoving like they usually would. More times than once, a chaser slammed directly into you and didn't get fouled for it.

"Y/N! BLUDGER!" your teammate screeched.

Just in time, you managed to dodge out of the way instinctively. There was no way you'd be able to deflect that with your bat.

But the bludger didn't stop. It kept rocketing off in the same direction with no sign of slowing down.

Your eyes widened when you realised that it was heading straight for the Gryffindor's section of the stands.

Instantly, you sped straight after the rogue bludger. You had to abandon your position on the field, but other students were in danger.

"This bloody ball has to be hexed." you think to yourself. It was faster than usual, yet didn't change it's path.

Your heart was hammering so loudly in your ribcage that you didn't hear the alarmed screams of the Gryffindor students that were now diving out of what was soon to be the crash site of the bludger.

One lone person was yet to move, a dazed-looking ginger stood staring up at you, seemingly unaware of the danger he was in.

There was no more time left. With one final attempt to stop the bludger in it's tracks, you press yourself against your broom and swing your bat in the direction of the ball.

Luckily, your bat deflected the bludger away from the lone boy at the last moment with a heavy thud.

Ron stared up at you, shocked that you had left your position on the field just to protect him. He didn't know what to say, all he could do was let his mouth hang open in awe.

"Are you alright?" you ask breathlessly, still hovering above the stranger.

His silence gave you a chance to take in his appearance. He was rather attractive, seemingly pretty tall and lean. You were close enough to him that you could even see a few freckles adorning his reddening cheeks.

When he didn't answer, a bushy-haired girl appeared beside him and answered for him, "He's okay, don't mind him. Thank you for getting that bludger away from him!"

You nod back in response, but make a note to check on the boy later. He seemed shaken up, and you felt some sort of responsibility to make sure that he was safe and unharmed.

The match ended with Hufflepuff winning by a small margin of only twenty points. Instantly after you'd dismounted your broom, thousands of people had flooded onto the pitch to congratulate your team.

Notably, the Slytherins stayed sitting where they were, not moving a muscle. All they could do was scowl at the rest of the students that were having a good time.

After high-fiving what could've been the hundredth person to approach you, you started looking around for the ginger boy you saw earlier.

You spotted him on the edge of the crowd rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet awkwardly. His face seemed to light up when you met his eyes.

He waved weakly, as if he wasn't sure that you were looking at him in particular. Part of you wanted to chuckle at his shyness, but you found it somewhat endearing.

You had to force your way through the crowd to approach him, and only then did you see the bushy-haired girl and another boy standing by his side.

The moment you opened your mouth to speak, the brunette grabbed the hand of the other boy with a smirk and pulled him away from you. This left you and the ginger boy standing alone on the edge of the quidditch pitch.

"Hey," you start hesitantly. Being this close to him made you unnaturally nervous, "I just wanted to see if you're okay after earlier on."

He continued staring at you in disbelief for a moment, "What, so you just remembered my face?"

"Of course I did! It's not like I have a name to go off of." you add, hinting for him to properly introduce himself.

Thankfully, he took the hint, "Right, I'm Ron. Ron Weasley."

"Well Ron Weasley, I'm Y/n L/n. How are you feeling after almost getting flattened by a bludger during your free period?" you ask, almost teasingly. Your nervousness had shifted into calmness all of a sudden.

"Thanks to you, I'm alright." he smiled back.

"I just wish I knew why it did that. I've never seen something like that happen before."

Ron scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "My friend said that she heard someone admit to hexing the ball to get back at me for something I did to their potion project last week. Sorry for making you do all of that extra work."

"It was nothing." you laugh it off, but internally cringe at how big-headed you sounded.

Thankfully Ron didn't seem to mind, if anything he just seemed more encapsulated by you, "Yeah." he breathlessly agrees.

You hesitate for a moment, feeling slightly flustered under his wistful gaze, "I'm glad to see that you came out of that unscathed though."

Ron sensed your uncertainty, and it seemed to shift onto him too. You noticed him fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Finally he spoke up after taking a deep breath, "Would you maybe want to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?"

You were in shock, and you were sure that that shock was present on your face.

"Of course you don't have to! Sorry, yeah, you don't know me at all, that was weird." he started to ramble.

You managed to cut him off by placing a hand on his bicep, "Ron, relax. I'd love to."

His face instantly broke out into a grin that stretched from ear to ear, "Really?!" he exclaimed gleefully.

"Of course! I'd love to get to know you." you reply, matching his grin with one of your own.

Interrupting the moment of bliss, your fellow beater yelled for you to join them in the changing room to get ready for the Hufflepuff celebrations back at the dorms.

With one final smile to Ron, you start to leave the pitch, "Oh, pick me up at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room!" you call out over your shoulder.

The second your back was turned, Ron punched the air in his own form of celebration.

It was safe to say that neither of you could wipe the grins off of your faces for the rest of the night.

[my-unmanageable-mischief]

Little Hearts

For the Anon who requested : Ron getting stripped to just his boxers by something (a magical creature, an experiment by the twins etc.). Not just any boxers, one with bright pink hearts. Reader alternates between teasing and ogling the sight.

Ron Weasley x Reader

Warning : Some cursing

There was a loud crash from somewhere below you, and the walls rattled, sending some loose dust fluttering around you from the ceiling. There were muffled roars of laughter, silenced by walls and multiple flights of steps. You flipped a page of your book, shaking your head as you lounged idly on the pop-up bed in Ginny’s bedroom. The cackling grew louder along with the sounds of footsteps running upwards, three, maybe four sets of trainers on wood. You paused your reading, placing a finger on your current sentence, waiting to see if the stampede continued up past your floor.

Not even a few seconds later, the door to Ginny’s room was practically ripped from its hinges as two identical redheads came running in full speed.

“What the-” You started, your book was ripped from your grasp by George who looked particularly hysterical as he launched himself onto your bed, Fred leaping onto Hermione’s cot behind you.

“Y/N!” George yelled, pulling you from your half-laying position.

“fuck?” You finished your sentence as you were manhandled between the twin and the open doorway.

“Save us!” Fred added, holding a pillow up in front of his face as if it were his last line of defense. A third ginger appeared in the doorway, chest heaving from the exertion of running up three flights. Bare chest.

“I’m going to bloody murder you two!” He hollered, face and neck beat red. Ronald Weasley stood in the doorway, practically naked. Your eyes went from his rosy cheeks to the blush that was now spreading across his freckly chest. They hovered on his pants for a moment; a bright pink number with little purple and white hearts. You couldn’t help it, you burst into laughter as well, wheezing along with the two older boys were hiding behind you.

If possible, Ron turned an even darker shade of red, his hands flying out to try and find something to cover himself with, in an attempt to take back even an ounce of dignity.

“It’s not funny!” Ron yelled, grabbing one of Ginny’s stuffed toys and covering himself, which only made the three of you laugh harder. He looked down at the plush pygmy puff in front of him and toss it away like it had suddenly burnt to hold.

“Oh, oh, it’s definitely funny!” You choked out, leaning back on George for support, “Truly, Ron, those are-” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you fell into another fit of giggles. Ron crossed and uncrossed his arms several times before placing his hands on his narrow hips. You hiccuped slightly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek as you made an attempt to compose yourself.

“Stop laughing!” He whined like a petulant child, practically stomping his food. Your eyes trailed over his body once more, passing over the pants before they snapped back to his face, making brief eye contact before you looked away, slightly flustered. You were grateful for the laughter still bubbling from your lips. It was easy to blame the blush on that and not the fact that Ron looked... well... fit.

“Where did you get those Ronaldkins?” Fred teased wickedly, grinning from ear to ear, pillow still held in a defensive position, “Did mummy buy those for you?” Every time you thought the boy couldn’t get redder, his shade darkened and spread. George burst out laughing again, and you couldn’t help but to snicker as well, but secretly you were hoping he would answer. Where did he get those? Ron picked up another stuffed plushie from the foot of Ginny’s bed and tossed it at Fred, who deflected it with the pillow easily.

“I got them from your girlfriend!” He shot back, but unfortunately for him, it wasn’t the comeback he thought it was, and the twins both dissolved into hysterics once more.

“Oh, Ron,” You laughed, smiling fondly at the boy, his head snapped to you, eyes round like saucers. “They're... sweet?” You offered, before laughing as well, and he groaned loudly, “No! I mean it! Very... dapper! I think my Nan had curtains just like them!” You added on to the end, making Fred nearly choke on his laughter. Ron sighed, realizing the situation was a lost cause on his end. But you saw the smile threatening to tug at his lips.

“You’re all a bunch of arseholes, you know?” He tossed his hands up, before turning to storm away- that’s when you all saw it. The small little teddy bear stitched onto his right bumcheek. Simultaneously, you and the twins flopped around, like fish out of water, unable to keep the laughter at bay. Ron looked over his shoulder, before realizing and placing a hand over the patch, darting from the room. It was too much, you were openly crying now as you laughed along with the older boys. But you couldn’t shake the image of Ron’s bare chest from your mind for the rest of the night (well, week if you were being honest.) Teddy bears had always been your favorite, after all!

[thisismynerdyself]

Just a Touch of Love

Ron Weasley x Slytherin!reader

anon request: Hi there! Can I request a Ron x Slytherin!reader? She's not what people expect from a rich pureblood girl whose family's beliefs are the same as the Malfoy family. She's constantly fighting with her family and she's pretty much by herself in the world. Ron's her best friend since year one and he's always been there for her. Touch is definitely his love language, and y/n, who's definitely starved for touch, is in heaven witb his mannerisms such as playing with her hair. They're both in love with one another and when they finally get together after a little help from her friend, Harry and Hermione, they can't get enough of each other. Just a lot of fluff with this precious boy ❤ Thank you!

Warnings: emotionally abusive parental relationship, sad, fluff, physical touch love language

WC: 3k

A/N: hi i am fully in love with ron after writing this

***

What am I to do? I can’t just abandon my parents, can I?

These thoughts cycled through your head on a regular basis. Weighing the pros and cons of going off on your own and defying the life you were raised to believe was the only way to live.

With your head in your hands, you curled up into a ball on top of your bed, anxiously wishing for all of your problems to melt away as easily as the candle on your bedside table. After another harshly worded letter from your parents once again expressing their disappointment that you had refused Voldemort’s offer to work for him - for, not with - you were drained. This wasn’t uncommon, of course. And word spreads quickly in a place like Hogwarts. Especially when your housemates were usually not on your side to begin with.

Being a Slytherin had its perks. You were typically the last to get teased or picked on because you supposed people were afraid of the wrath of the others in the house. But there were more downfalls for a person like you. You were an outcast among those who had chosen a darker path. So naturally, you gravitated toward people who held similar values to your own. That’s how you got in so well with the Gryffindor crowd. They were able to see past your roots and see you for your own individual self.

And that’s also how you became best friends with a darling ginger boy during your first year. Because you didn’t partake in the hateful and ignorant behaviors of the students you regretted sharing a house with. And because he may or may not have stumbled upon you crying in a darkened corner of the library. From the moment he sat down next to you, you knew that he was something special. He didn’t say anything. He just sat. And he didn’t move until you were ready to. That was something you didn’t expect, especially from an eleven year old boy.

You didn’t know it then, but Ron was doing everything in his power not to lay a gentle hand over your knee, his common comfort technique instilled by his loving parents. But seeing as you were strangers, he felt it might be odd.

And it was. Because you were so unfamiliar with these expressions of care and concern that you weren’t quite sure how to react. Your parents were not the kind to kiss your scraped knee or let you sleep in their bed after a nightmare. They just weren’t affectionate. At least not toward you. Maybe they knew all along that you wouldn’t turn out like them. Maybe they were just horrible for no reason at all.

But now, five years later, you had become quite fond of the subtle signs of affection Ron showed to you. A hand on the knee is the least of Ron’s outward signs of comfort. As you grew closer, his efforts increased to provide you with that comfort. A hand on the knee became a grip on the shoulder, which eventually slid down to support along your lower back. He would never hesitate to pull you in for a hug when your eyes glistened with tears. He would never let  you suffer through stomach aches, headaches, or heartbreaks without holding your hand through the pain.

Ron had become your rock. And he loved it.

Maybe he even began loving it a bit more than he anticipated. And maybe you had too.

*

“Y/N, don’t expect our support if you go down this road. We won’t be here to clean up after you. If we can’t count on you, then you most certainly can’t count on us. Goodbye.” The howler erupted before you, a feeling of loss and guilt seizing your heart at your mother’s voice. How could she say those things to her own daughter?

“Y/N?” A soft and familiar voice floated over to you from the nearby intersection of the corridors. You had found a small bench in a low-activity corner of the school to read your mail, not wanting anyone to read over your shoulder as so many of your Slytherin counterparts attempted to do each time.

But you never expected a howler to ridicule you to pieces. And so you were thankful for your privacy. But there he was, like always, ready to console you. Ron Weasley.

“What are you doing over here? And by yourself?” He looked around as if searching for an answer to his own question. But all he found was an empty corridor, save for the broken girl in front of him.

You felt like crying, you wanted to cry so desperately, yet all of the emotions built up inside of you were too overwhelming to process. The whites of your eyes had turned red as you struggled to reign in everything you were thinking.

When you didn’t answer Ron, instead just continuing to stare blankly into the distance, he cautiously approached and sat down on the bench next to you. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled your head in to rest on his shoulder. With his free arm, he took your hand into his and began rubbing comforting circles into your palm. It was numbing, and it was just what you needed. How did he always know?

“I’m here, for whatever you need, Y/N/N” he spoke softly into your ear, his head tilted down just slightly enough to see the tip of your nose peeking out from behind your hair. With the hand wrapped around your shoulder, he gently took a few strands of your hair and began twirling it between his fingers, the oh-so-gentle pull lulling you into a calmness only he could bring out of you.

The two of you remained like this for more than ten minutes, just sitting in silence. To some, this would have been more painful than the howler, but to you, just feeling the comforting touch from the boy next to you, something that you so desperately needed, was like heaven on earth.

Eventually, you lifted your head to meet his eyes, concern swimming within them. “Thank you, Ron. I’m sorry to be this way. But I appreciate you staying with me.” The downtrodden look on your face broke him once again.

“Hey, you know me, you know I’m here for you. Always.” And you truly did. It was something you never wanted to take for granted.

*

“Y/N!” You heard Hermione calling your name. “Y/N!” Her voice was getting closer. Is she running? Just then, your friend appeared in the doorway of your bedroom. She stopped abruptly when she spotted you sitting cross-legged on your bed, a downcast look plaguing your features as you stared at the wall across the room. “Y/N?” her once urgent calling out had transformed instantly to a concerned and gentle tone. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Hermione slowly approached the bed and sat next to you, the shift in weight causing the bed to sag ever so slightly. She touched your shoulder, an attempt at comfort that she knew was only truly possible from one particular boy. But Ron was with his siblings in Hogsmeade planning a celebration for their parents’ anniversary. So he couldn’t be here right now.

“Y/N, can you tell me what happened?” Hermione gently prodded you to share what had you staring into space so absentmindedly. She rubbed your back soothingly, although it did very little to ease the hurt in your heart.

All you could do was hold your hand up, holding a small parcel you had received in the post. A letter lay on top of the still-wrapped package. Hermione took your gesture as an invitation to take the letter and uncover what was hidden inside it’s crinkled page.

Her eyes scanned the document, barely believing what she read. She only tore her eyes from the parchment when you heard a knock on the already-open door and spotted Harry standing in the opening, confusion riddling his face. “Are you two-” he stopped when Hermione flashed him a warning look.

He took a few hesitant steps into the room to reach you and discover what was going on. Hermione said nothing, she just handed him the letter before wrapping her arms around you and pulling you in for a hug. She whispered in your ear “I’m so sorry, Y/N. You deserve so much better. We’re here for you, you know that, right?”

As tears began to form and slowly roll down your cheeks, you could only nod into her shoulder as she held you tight. Harry, upon reading the note, joined you and offered a warm embrace from behind, fully engulfing you from both directions. You all remained like this for a few minutes, your friends occasionally making concerned eye contact.You lifted your head when you felt the cool air on your back, signaling Harry’s movement. He rose and stepped away from the bed before softly speaking to you, “I’ll go get you some tea, warm you from the inside out.” With a nod from Hermione, he backed out of the room and disappeared down the stairs.

Hermione continued to hold you, it was all you could do to sit there and hold yourself together as much as you were. Your thoughts always returned to the contents of the letter and whatever resided in the small package on your bed.

Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you. We have a few things to discuss.

We have not heard from you since our last correspondence, which we take to mean you are refusing to leave your pathetic friends and life to join us.

In this case, we are sending this message to let you know that we will await your response with an address to send your belongings that are left in our home. This parcel we’ve sent is the first of many things we will be getting rid of. Should you ignore this message, your things will be left on the curbside, we will not be responsible. We suggest you come home and apologize to us before this happens.

We will await your response. Come home or let us know where to have your things delivered.

Regards,

Mr. & Mrs. Y/L/N

The number of times you had wanted to leave them behind couldn’t be counted, but this was beyond anything you imagined.

What would you do?

You were torn from your thoughts at the sound of a creaking floorboard by the door. You knew it was Harry so you didn’t bother opening your eyes to look up. 

But at the warmth that enveloped you and the way his hands draped over you not only hold you to his chest, but also grasp your hands and hold them tight, you knew it wasn’t Harry. You let a few tears leak out of your eyes as you realized who had come for you. Hermione silently stood and retreated toward the door, knowing this was what you needed.

You turned to your side so you could look up into the watery eyes of your redheaded best friend. The ocean eyes you found such comfort in were storm-ridden from seeing you in this condition.

“I’m here, I’m here.” He cooed into your ear as you released any semblance of control you had over your emotions. It was as though this boy held the key to the floodgates of your heart, and he was the only one you wanted to trust with that kind of power.

His arms were wrapped around you completely, attempting to let you feel every ounce of love he had to offer. And it was working. You didn’t need a cup of tea to warm you when Ron was the very warmth that you sought each day.

You’re not sure how long you held one another, no speaking necessary. He held you tight, rubbing circles into your back and twirling your hair around his fingers with one hand while he held your other hand in his, squeezing it every so often to remind you that he was still there.

Ron swallowed the lump in his throat before ever so lightly speaking to you with the utmost softness in his tone, “Y/N/N, Harry told me about the letter. Do you want to talk about it?” He had a feeling he knew what you would say, but he asked anyway. You simply shook your head, not wanting to broach the subject just yet.

“Well, there’s something I want to say to you, even if you don’t want to talk yet.” He paused to take a deep breath. “Your family doesn’t deserve you, you are worth more than they will ever know. But I know. And I need you to see it.” He placed his hand gently beneath your chin and lifted your face to look at his, the heat from his fingers spreading through you with each passing second.

“You deserve so much better than they give you. I wish I could just make it all better, but I can’t.” You closed your eyes at the words he was saying. “But,” you looked him in the eyes once again, “you always have a home with me and my family. Mum would be happy to have you. Dad, too.”

“How do you know that? How do you know I won’t let them down too?” Your voice was hoarse from crying, which broke Ron’s heart even further.

“Because they already love you. How could they not? You’re bloody brilliant and kind and your smile lights up a room. And you give some of the best hugs.” He squeezed you tighter to his chest to enjoy the feeling of you against him. “And do you know what else?”

You blinked your teary eyes at him, no idea as to what else he would tell you. You sat up just a little straighter so you could see him better.

“I love you, too. And I have for a long while actually, I’m just an idiot for not saying so. But you deserve all the love in the world and I can’t keep it from you anymore.” His eyes grew wide as he waited for you to process and respond to what he had just said. It shouldn’t be much of a surprise, everyone around you both saw the love you shared before either of you did.

“You- you love me?” Was all you could muster as you tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t making it up. “Me?”

Ron leaned forward and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, allowing his lips to linger for a few seconds. This was a moment he had looked forward to for so long, finally getting to share the heart-bursting emotions he had been harboring for months. “Yes, you. I love you, Y/N. If that wasn’t obvious enough.”

A new set of tears erupted from your eyes, but these tears were… refreshing, comforting, welcomed. Ron reached up to wipe them away with his thumb, a gentle smile gracing his face.

“I-“

“You don’t have to say it back, that’s not why I said it. I just need you to know how much you’re loved, by me, by all of your friends, by my family.”

“But I do love you, Ron. How could I not when you’ve been the one who’s been here for me all these years.” You sniffled, trying so hard to get the words out of your jumbled mind. “I love you. I have for a long while too, but there’s just so much in the way.”

“There’s nothing in the way. Nothing. You have a home with me, with my family. I’ve already told you.” He wanted to keep his voice calm despite the way that his heart was practically beating out of his chest.

He placed his hand lightly behind your neck at the base of your neck, once again sending a surge of heat and affection coursing through you at his touch. When you didn’t move away, but rather leaned into him, he connected your lips to his. A long awaited moment. Some say that kissing the one you love feels like fireworks, but they were wrong. It was like your soul caught fire, illuminating every dark and shadowy corner of yourself, but rather than feeling pain from the flames, it was as if you were brought to life and lifted higher, much like a hot-air balloon.

Coming back down from the very heights of love you had felt in the kiss, you smiled against his lips before pulling away, resting your forehead against his, just breathing each other in.

Ron was the first to break the silence, a sly smile adorning his completely-at-peace face, “you know, if you accept my offer to move in with my family, this might make living together a bit more complicated, but what is life without a bit of challenge, yeah?”

*

“Welcome home, Y/N.” Ron pushed the door to the Burrow open for you to walk in. You had been here countless times before, but this time felt just a little brighter and warmer. You looked around as if it was totally new to you rather than the place you’ve called more of a home than your parent’s house for years.

Molly and Arthur were waiting inside and were quick to envelop you in the kind of hug you had been robbed of your whole life. This was what it felt like to be loved by your family.

Ron had joined you, taking your hand and giving it a squeeze. Your eyes flitted over to look at him, but they caught on something behind him. Hanging along the mantle were the Weasley family christmas stockings. And there, at the end, was a new addition: Y/N, hand-stitched and more elegant than anything you had ever had made for you. Ron followed your line of vision and smiled at the gesture his mother had made.

Throwing his arm up and around your shoulder, Ron pulled you closer to kiss your temple. This was it. Home. Love.

***

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Parting Ways 》 R. Weasley

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝒀𝒆𝒔/𝑵𝒐

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Ron Weasley x Reader

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: angst

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 988

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Love is scary, isn't it? We have no control of other people's feelings. They could change in a second, and there's nothing we can do about it. We can just sit and watch.

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Ronald Weasley watched as the girl he adored most in the world happily ate her meal. She sat away from him, not looking his way at all. He missed her. Merlin, he missed her. He only saw her during classes. She looked lost in her thoughts. The times they spent near the lake after school were now long forgotten. He knew that something changed. Today, he decided to approach her and finally get her to talk to him. Avoiding the situation won't make it better.

Ron carefully watched as she ate. She was talking to one of the male housemate, who pointed towards Ron after a few moments. His girlfriend turned around. The sight made Ron's heart tighten. Her smile faded once he saw him. The redhead knew. He knew what was coming. They just needed to bring it to an end as soon as possible.

Finally, the girl he loved more than himself stood up. The male housemate was with her and Ron could barely keep up with them. They took a turn, and so did he. As much as his brain knew what has to happen, he just wanted to turn back and act like everything is normal. She would still be his, and he would still be hers. But she wasn't his anymore. That's why he had to do it. For her happiness.

The boy glanced back at Ron, then touched the girl's shoulder as a signal to turn around. The redhead wanted to rip his arm out. His hands were already forming into fists. His teeth bit the inside of his cheek to keep his mouth shut. He had to end it peacefully.

The girl said something to the boy. Then, both of them looked at Ron. He stood at the other side of the hallway, begging all gods to not let the next thing happen. After a few moments, the boy looked Ron's way one more time, then kissed the girl's forehead and left.

Each step she took towards him matched his heartbeat. He could feel the ground was swaying under his feet and he felt like he could fall any second. The eyes that once shined when they saw the redhead were now blank.

"Hi, Ronald."

Her voice changed to. It used to be higher, bubbly and loud. Ron saw that she was tired now. She couldn't pretend anymore, and neither could he. It was hurting both of them.

"Isn't that...?"

"Donnie, yes. Fred's friend and my housemate."

The boy nodded. He had his hands stuffed in his pockets and his eyes looked down. The pattern of the shoelaces was suddenly very interesting to look at.

"Housemate," scoffed Ron.

That housemate stood behind the wall, checking on his crush as she spoke to the person who gave her such a difficult time. He knew that the Gryffindor boy loved her, but it felt like he was holding her hostage. She was unhappy and he needed to help her.

"Well, he is a friend. We got to know each other while studying and—"

"He's not just a friend, is he?"

Ronald raised his head to look at his girlfriend in the eyes. These are the last moments he can refer to her as his girlfriend. Once that stops, he really has no clue what to do with himself.

The girl's heart had never been heavier. The sight was killing her. Ron's eyes were read and they fought the tears so hard. They looked almost glassy, as if they'll shatter any second. She wanted to touch his cheek, then way he liked it. To rub her thumb gently against his skin. It always made him calm. But if she did that, she will just fall deeper. She will get lost in her own emotions.

"He's not," she confirmed.

The redhead nodded. He could taste the blood from all the lip biting, but that wasn't a major problem now. Ronald was the closest to her this month, but the farthest from her of all those years. They both thanked Merlin for being alone in the hallway. The boy put his head down one more time, squeezing his eyes shut in hopes to push back the tears.

"Ron—"

"How am I supposed to let you go?" His voice cracked. A tear rolled down his pink cheeks, then another one. He silently let them fall. No sounds. Just tears.

"I—"

"I still love you. I love you from day one."

"Ron, please—"

"And I loved you more each day. I never gave up from you. I tried so hard, even when we had bad days, I stayed. Don't you—"

"Ronald, whatever you say won't make me change my mind." Her stern voice interrupted him.

She was angry now. Was he trying to make her feel bad? Make her feel guilty and make her stay? What kind of a person does that?

"This is it. This is where we part ways."

"But—"

A harsh slap landed on his wet cheek, making his head fly aside. Anger was growing inside of him. It was all that Donnie boy. He filled her head with such nonsense and took her away from him.

"Goodbye, Ronald."

As she hurriedly turned her back towards him, Ron managed to raise his head and look at her one last time.

"Nobody will ever love you like I do," he whispered. He was sure in that.

He turned around, heading the opposite way. The way they both walked that morning, when he confessed to her under a willow tree. He proudly held her hand and carried a smile on his face. Now? He carried a hole in his heart.

[nottswhore]

perfect

request by solare19: ahhh okay ig something where you’re like ranting abt how much u dislike yourself & then he kisses u in the middle of it to stop u

warnings: cursing

by the way, i’m not saying the insecurities listed aren’t beautiful, for most of these i find so pretty! and for some of them they’re my own insecurities. for the other ones, i just put down what most people find “bad” about themselves.

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You walked into the Gryffindor common room, running up to the boy’s dorms. You found Ron sitting on his bed, reading a book, while Harry sat opposite to him on his own bed.

“y/n! hi!” Harry looked up, a bright smile on his face. Ron was about to say something too when Harry realized that you were near tears.

You sniffed and looked down, embarrassed that Harry had seen you in such a bad state. You looked at Ron, and Harry awkwardly slided past you and went down to the common room to give you some privacy.

Ron looked at you, shutting his book and laying it aside. “What’s wrong bunny?”

That’s when you broke, sobbing and running into Ron’s arms. He hugged you, and you just cried into his shirt for the next 10 minutes.

When you had calmed down, he leaned down and whispered into your ear, “whenever you’re ready, tell me if i need to beat anyone up,” you smiled a bit at how nervous he seemed.

You shifted so that you were laying in between his legs, head on his chest and you faced the same way he did.

“S-someone called me u-ugly today,” you managed to hiccup out.

“What- bunny you don’t really believe them do you? Come on who is it? I’m gonna find them and beat them to a pulp,” Ron knew that he didn’t want to actually beat anyone to a pulp, but he was willing to if it made you feel better.

“I don’t remember who it was. And of course i beleive them! I’m s-so ugly,” you started to cry softly again, but kept talking. “I-i’m not super skinny like everyone else, my stomach isn’t flat, no matter how much i exercise. My thighs are too jiggly, and-”

Ron tried cutting you off, but you were on a roll already, even if you were crying most of the time.

“-and my laugh is too ugly, and my nose is too big, and-” that’s when you were broken off by a kiss.

You broke off the kiss, sobbing again. “I- i don’t get why you would want to date me-”

Ron reached a hand over and wiped a tear off your face. He cupped your face and kissed you again, not letting you break it off.

“Darling... these are the reasons why i love you. You’re perfect! I don’t care if you aren’t super skinny, there’s more of you to hug. Your thighs are what i love most, and your laugh is perfect. And who cares about your nose? I think it’s adorable.”

You sniffed, “you’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend.”

“Would i be your boyfriend if i didn’t love you?”

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this was a bit shorter than i expected but i hope you liked it, and this might not mean anything but remember that you’re beautiful. even if you don’t feel like it!

Because just because you don’t think you’re beautiful doesn’t mean you actually aren’t. If you thought the world was flat, that doesn’t mean it is, right? :)

[amazingmaeve]

If anyone has any Ron request send them I’m in a Ron writing mood!

[thatlittlered]

Hi! I can't remember if I sent you this request or not sorry if I did. Can you do something where Ron Weasley and his girlfriend have a class together and they get bored. Ron gets handsy with her during class if you know what I mean ;) he just teases her during class and then maybe they continue somewhere else after class?

LOVE THAT IDEA 😏😏

[siriuslyblackblog]

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➴ Parting Ways