just the comedic relief

Ronald Weasley • 43

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Lemony Snicket, Who Could That Be at This Hour?

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"Mum is a stupid little so and so who doesn't know anything about anything." "You'll kill him for me, won't you?" "My dream job would be queen of the world." "I made us a salad out of chocolate."

"Mum is a stupid little so and so who doesn't know anything about anything."

Ron clenched his jaw, counting to five before speaking. The fight had long passed into messy, but that didn’t mean he had to go and make it worse by saying something he didn’t mean. “Rose, your mum is just looking out for you,” he said, though he knew she wasn’t in the mood to believe it. “I am too. And you can scream and yell and stomp your feet, but that isn’t going to make us stop. We’re your family and we’re not just going to sit back and let you make huge mistakes just because it’s what you want to do.” He pulled her gently around to face him. “I love you too much to let you ruin your life out of spite. Trust us on this one.”

"You'll kill him for me, won't you?"

"No question," Ron grinned, stealing her ice cream cone and taking a bite. "I’ll happily kill any boy who gets within ten feet of you and isn’t a blood relative."

"My dream job would be queen of the world."

"You can do whatever you want in life, Ro. Not to mention that your mum would be very pleased with that career choice."

"I made us a salad out of chocolate."

"Your mum must never find out that this is what we do when she leaves town,” Ron mumbled around a mouthful of popcorn. The three of them were camped out in the living room, though their blanket fort was starting to lose its structural integrity. They’d been marathoning movies Hermione couldn’t abide but they loved–mostly cheesy comedies, though a few badly done sci fi flicks had made the list. “Ever.”

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08.29.23 | ron&hugo | diagon alley

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weasleyhugos:

"But don’t they have enough quills there or are they skimping out on that?" It was one of the things that he was proud of when it came to his parents… and one of the many pressures he felt weigh on his shoulders: the fact that both his parents were successes in their chosen fields. Inspirational? Yes. Overwhelming? Even more so. "I guess it’s useful to have a quill on you all the time… you know, if someone randomly asks you to sign something for them." he teased, suppressing a grin. He did, however, openly grimace at the mention of love. The two did have their own version of cheesy and like a typical son, the display of affection was… well, it was. something. "She gets mad if she thinks you’re not listening though, so it’s really hard. You should teach me your ways since you’ve been with her longer than I have. Should I talk about the elves more or less?"

"We go through them quickly," Ron shrugged. "Not to mention that some of the lot I work with are notoriously forgetful," he said, thinking specifically of Tonks–though it applied to plenty of his colleagues. He rolled his eyes at Hugo's mention of autographs–it happened extremely rarely. Not to mention how uncomfortable it made him. "As for your mum, you at least have the fact that you don't openly antagonize her going for you," Ron sighed, thinking of Rose. "Personally? Less–I'm going on thirty years of S.P.E.W. lectures and could use a break. But if you want to up your chances of a new broom for Christmas, probably more," he smiled.

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december 22nd / diagon alley

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hotmomtonks:

A familiar voice answered the words she had expected everyone to ignore, and Tonks felt a shot of pain go through her stomach —— Ron. Looking up, she looked right into the far too familiar face and was faced with a smile that was far from genuine. Christmas shopping was something she had hoped would work as a distraction, something to keep her away from a house that was filled with mourning and frowns and to focus on something good, but now faced with Harry’s former best friend, she was realising it hadn’t been working that way.

"Oh, yes, that’d be grand," she said, mimicking the grimace herself, hands grabbing for the presents. There was a slight pause, Tonks carefully choosing her next words before adding, "D’you want to get a coffee or something? My treat."

Ron nodded curtly, belatedly tacking on a rushed "yeah, sure, that sounds great." He helped her gather her belongings, trying not to glance too long at what they were. He felt intrusive, a strange and unexpected moment of intimacy. He had known her for more of his life than he hadn't, a shocking realization. The past two months (fifty-two days) had made him feel young in ways he hadn't in decades. Not the good kind of reckless fun and no greats young, either. He felt naive and useless and hurt. 

He didn't know what to say to anyone anymore. For all of his many, many faults and flaws and skills he lacked, he'd always been able to comfort people. He knew what to say to make people feel better (leading to, of course, knowing exactly how to be the most cruel, the most mean, when angry). But now– now he was useless. How could he possibly help someone when he was so broken? 

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08.29.23 | ron&hugo | diagon alley

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weasleyhugos:

"I think she’s given me like…" Closing his eyes briefly, he counted off with his fingers, although really, he was far from being able to give an exact number. Or anything close to exact: for all he knew, Hermione could’ve stuffed a quill between each of his shirts. "At least a dozen quills to take with me. I’m pretty sure she gives me a quill everytime I even mention writing." Chuckling heartily, he simply nodded his head, knowing full well the silent agreement between the two of them that they were not to speak up or challenge Hermione. It wasn’t like they could compete with her brilliance anyhow… at least, not Hugo. "She’s just… passionate. About a lot of things. About everything."

Ron watched him count with a grin. "I sometimes get to work, only to find that your mum has put a quill in each of my jacket pockets. It's handy, though–if anyone needs one in the office, somehow I'm the one to come to." As slightly ridiculous as Hermione's quill habit might be, it was useful. They weren't spending their savings on something frivolous, at least. Ron raised an eyebrow at Hugo. "I'm well aware of that, Hugh. And it's one of the many things I love about her. It's just easier for everyone involved if, most of the time, we just kind of... benignly ignore it."

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08.29.23 | ron&hermione | diagon alley

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hermioneordie:S

"You will, won’t you?" Hermione shook her head but huddled closer to Ron. "We can’t have us getting wet—then we might have to change.”

"Nearly but not quite. There’s plenty roast chicken left over from the other night. Or we can order in."

"Most definitely," he said, smiling down at her. He snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her even closer. "And you know just how much I hate that."

Dancing internally at the mention of takeaway, Ron grinned. "I quite liked that Indian place we got curry from a few weeks ago, could we do that?"

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RON WEASLEY • HEADCANON 02

Ron's favorite piece of the muggle world is, by a huge margin, takeaway. As much as he loves a home-cooked meal, he's incredibly enthralled by the idea that any type of food is available practically instantly.

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Portraits, Ron & Hermione. 

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08.29.23 | ron&rose | diagon alley

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coeurlionrose:

"I thought the note I wrote in permanent marker on your forehead last week while you were napping would’ve helped. You’re hopeless."

"You know I can't read in the mirror, you have to write in reverse if you want me to pay any attention."

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08.29.23 | ron&hermione | diagon alley

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hermioneordie:

"Mention the weather one more time and I’ll dissolve the permeability charm," she smiles under their waterproof barrier. 

"Dinner. It nearly slipped my mind in all this fuss. Craving anything in particular?”

"Hey now," he chuckled, squeezing closer to her. "I'll just have to stay right next to you–then you'll only get yourself wet too."

"Merlin, how am I married to someone who can just forget about dinner? But you know me, I'll eat anything."

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08.29.23 | ron&hugo | diagon alley

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weasleyhugos:

“Well, you know what mum says, dad… you can’t ever have too many quills.” Hugo said with a grin, standing beside his father with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, mirroring his stance. ”And I know she has her own stash and she says we can all just take from it, but you know how she gets if she runs out of quills… nobody wants that.”

"And, as I say, yes, you can," Ron said. "But yes, we keep your mum happy and fully stocked and don't talk about 'how she gets.' Ever."

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08.29.23 | ron&hermione | diagon alley

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hermioneordie:

"You think they’d be willing to take a few of my extra quills, I have that box stashed in the cellar, but no. Rather wait an hour in this crowd." 

"Of course they would. The weather's miserable, the alley's crowded with families, and most importantly, we're having to delay dinner."

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08.29.23 | open | diagon alley

"You think they'd have learned by now, to not leave buying quills 'til the last minute..."

[weaselsking]

You can mess up my mind,                            break my body                                    shatter my soul;

                                           I don’t care.

                                                        But if you harm,                                                              The people that I love.                                                                     If they shed a single tear?                                                                                      A drop of blood?

                            [I WILL DESTROY YOU.]

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March 23rd || Florish and Blotts

"Do you need help finding anything?"

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"Yes, actually. I'm picking this one up for my life, but to be honest, I'm not even entirely sure what section it's in."

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december 22nd / diagon alley

Exasperated, Tonks moved through the street that was more crowded than it had been in quite some time, arms carrying heavy bags full of presents. If it weren’t for the shopping, cooking and dead friends, Christmas would by far be her favourite holiday. However, it wasn’t until one of the handles of her bags ripped and the insides rolled over the street, that her dislike showed.

           ”I fucking hate Christmas shopping, you know?”

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hotmomtonks:

  Ron hadn't even been looking where he was going. Diagon Alley had become a gauntlet to run, any fond memories seemingly too far in the past to kindle any sense of nostalgia. Too many things he had once enjoyed were now ruined, just one more symptom of a giant gaping wound in his life. He saw the bags spill out of the corner of his eye, going to help before he even saw who the owner was. Tonks.

"I do," he said, forcing a smile. Like most others he'd tried to plaster across his face in the past fifty-three days, it came out more like a grimace. "Can I help carry those?"

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96-97/? photos of Kevin McKidd