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For my One Year Anniversary Prompts. (yes that was back in February! oh hush)
For delicatetruth
Prompt Harry/Ron. She didn’t give me a prompt, so I used a drabble bunny I’ve had for auntee_mame’s art here.
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“What? Oh blimey, what is it?” Ron asked, sitting on the couch next to Harry where he sat on the floor. “Is the world ending again? What?”
“No! It’s nothing like that,” Harry grumbled.
But it might be the end of the world for Harry. He couldn’t deny this any longer.
“What is like then?” Ron was full of suspicion. “Some kind of curse?”
“It’s …” Harry swallowed. “I keep seeing this … hole.”
“A hole?” Ron frowned.
“Yes. I can’t quit thinking about it. I dream about it. It’s just beckoning me, but-”
“But what? Is it dangerous?”
“Might be. I don’t know what might happen if I explore it.”
“If this vision keeps coming to you, maybe you should explore it. You’re not on your own, you know that, right?”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely, mate.”
“Ok then. Here goes …”
“Wait, what? The ‘hole’ is here?”
“Yeah. It’s right …” Harry reached up and slid his finger into the hole at the knee of Ron’s jeans. “… here.”
“Ohhh. … Harry?”
“Mm?”
“You’re not on your own, you know that, right?”
Harry looked up with a hopeful smile. Ron slid off the couch onto Harry’s lap, wrapping his legs around him.
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For abovethestars
PromptAn older H/R? Where they have been in love for ages and appreciate all the little things in life about each other
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“Would you mind?” Harry said tersely, not even looking up from the Quibbler.
“Mind what?” Ron asked, aiming his wand at his foot to magically sever a long toe-nail.
“It’s disgusting!” Harry chided through gritted teeth.
“Oh, fine. All these years and it finally comes out!”
“What ‘comes out’?”
“That you hate my feet!” Ron aimed another spell and a toe-nail clipping spun through the air.
“I do NOT hate your feet. But I do object to toenails in my tea!” Harry looked hard at Ron. He never ceased to boggle at their fights that could spring out of nowhere.
“Get off it. They’re going no where near your tea.” Ron barely looked when he blasted the last bit off his pinky toe and then pulled his other foot onto the bench to continue his pedicure.
“And close your dressing gown, Ron. Somebody might see.”
“Who in bloody hell is going to see my bollocks while we’re sitting on our back steps?”
“Somebody might!”
“You used to like it when my dressing gown was open. You’d make some lame joke about having to inspect me, and give me a fondle. But now it’s ‘close your dressing gown, Ron.’” He finished his rant with a very mature sounding ‘hmph’ followed by a much louder ‘Ah!’ as he carelessly severed the nail completely off his middle toe.
“Ow, ow, fucking screwts of hell!” Ron shouted and writhed.
“Ok! Shh! Be still,” Harry urged over Ron’s audible pain. “I fix it, hang on. It’s ok.”
In only a second Harry had dropped his paper and tea, retrieved his wand and cast a healing spell on Ron’s bloodied toe.
“Ow! Bugger, it hurts!” Ron continued to whimper and squirm.
“Hey, look, it’s ok, now.” Harry kneeled in front of Ron and took his face into his hands and kissed the side of his mouth. “All better now, see?” He kissed Ron again, and then once more for good measure. Harry looked Ron in the eyes until he saw Ron had calmed again.
“Wow. You’re fast.”
“See, I’m still a hero. Saving innocent toes wherever I can.”
Ron snorted.
“You still make lame jokes, Harry.”
“I know.”
“Thanks, huh?”
“Anytime. … I do love your feet, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.”
For delicatetruth
Prompt Harry/Ron. She didn’t give me a prompt, so I used a drabble bunny I’ve had for auntee_mame’s art here.
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“What? Oh blimey, what is it?” Ron asked, sitting on the couch next to Harry where he sat on the floor. “Is the world ending again? What?”
“No! It’s nothing like that,” Harry grumbled.
But it might be the end of the world for Harry. He couldn’t deny this any longer.
“What is like then?” Ron was full of suspicion. “Some kind of curse?”
“It’s …” Harry swallowed. “I keep seeing this … hole.”
“A hole?” Ron frowned.
“Yes. I can’t quit thinking about it. I dream about it. It’s just beckoning me, but-”
“But what? Is it dangerous?”
“Might be. I don’t know what might happen if I explore it.”
“If this vision keeps coming to you, maybe you should explore it. You’re not on your own, you know that, right?”
“You sure?”
“Absolutely, mate.”
“Ok then. Here goes …”
“Wait, what? The ‘hole’ is here?”
“Yeah. It’s right …” Harry reached up and slid his finger into the hole at the knee of Ron’s jeans. “… here.”
“Ohhh. … Harry?”
“Mm?”
“You’re not on your own, you know that, right?”
Harry looked up with a hopeful smile. Ron slid off the couch onto Harry’s lap, wrapping his legs around him.
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For abovethestars
PromptAn older H/R? Where they have been in love for ages and appreciate all the little things in life about each other
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“Would you mind?” Harry said tersely, not even looking up from the Quibbler.
“Mind what?” Ron asked, aiming his wand at his foot to magically sever a long toe-nail.
“It’s disgusting!” Harry chided through gritted teeth.
“Oh, fine. All these years and it finally comes out!”
“What ‘comes out’?”
“That you hate my feet!” Ron aimed another spell and a toe-nail clipping spun through the air.
“I do NOT hate your feet. But I do object to toenails in my tea!” Harry looked hard at Ron. He never ceased to boggle at their fights that could spring out of nowhere.
“Get off it. They’re going no where near your tea.” Ron barely looked when he blasted the last bit off his pinky toe and then pulled his other foot onto the bench to continue his pedicure.
“And close your dressing gown, Ron. Somebody might see.”
“Who in bloody hell is going to see my bollocks while we’re sitting on our back steps?”
“Somebody might!”
“You used to like it when my dressing gown was open. You’d make some lame joke about having to inspect me, and give me a fondle. But now it’s ‘close your dressing gown, Ron.’” He finished his rant with a very mature sounding ‘hmph’ followed by a much louder ‘Ah!’ as he carelessly severed the nail completely off his middle toe.
“Ow, ow, fucking screwts of hell!” Ron shouted and writhed.
“Ok! Shh! Be still,” Harry urged over Ron’s audible pain. “I fix it, hang on. It’s ok.”
In only a second Harry had dropped his paper and tea, retrieved his wand and cast a healing spell on Ron’s bloodied toe.
“Ow! Bugger, it hurts!” Ron continued to whimper and squirm.
“Hey, look, it’s ok, now.” Harry kneeled in front of Ron and took his face into his hands and kissed the side of his mouth. “All better now, see?” He kissed Ron again, and then once more for good measure. Harry looked Ron in the eyes until he saw Ron had calmed again.
“Wow. You’re fast.”
“See, I’m still a hero. Saving innocent toes wherever I can.”
Ron snorted.
“You still make lame jokes, Harry.”
“I know.”
“Thanks, huh?”
“Anytime. … I do love your feet, you know?”
“Yeah, I know.”