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Waiting for the AI accusations on *checks notes* ALL of my fics

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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Also... Wharton is NOT Waterford.

Flattery or prevarication would have gotten Nick nowhere.

Wait, no. It would have gotten him somewhere.

ON. THE. WALL.

Not just because of Wharton's personality but because Nick is his daughter's husband, the man he is entrusting with (presumably) the most important person in his life.

So that man must be obedient.

Loyal.

Honest.

A stand-up, show-up guy in every situation.

That man, after already behaving suspiciously for the last few days, could not have just made up something on the spot to placate Wharton.

He needed to come clean.

Well, as clean as he could come without betraying June.

(Who, by the way, was in the back seat of his car and serving as a living, breathing reminder of what was at stake if things went south with Wharton.)

There was no betrayal. There was Nick between June and a hard place... as always... and as always, he chose to save June.

Because that what he does.

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I was thinking about June calling Nick brave and his disbelief in that praise from her as he's not a super intelligent rebel king that he sees as valuable and thinks she deserves. The thing is, Nick is really brave and in a way that I don't think he notices:

Nick is brave because he chooses to love.

We all know that he has had a really hard life- abandoned by his mother, abused by his father, and losing his brother to addiction at a young age. We see in Nick's first flashback that he says it's better not to form attachments, showing that he closed himself off in order to stay emotionally safe.

And then June comes into his world. After the first handmaid ended her life, Nick vowed to protect the next one. He intended to be a guardian angel and perhaps a friend. He was immediately kind and friendly to June and, to his surprise, fell in love with her very quickly. That love has grown and grown, becoming Nick's entire life.

To love from a place of trauma and difficulties is brave because you are opening yourself up to incredible vulnerability. You are loving from a place of tender wounds and scars. It'd be easy to close your heart and remain at a distance and to try and stop the love from growing to stay safer, but aside from one moment in 1x08 where the fear was so intense that he ended their relationship in the belief that it'd protect her, Nick has bravely allowed himself to love June and to act on that love and to grow that love, making himself more and more vulnerable.

And don't even get me started on how incredibly brave it is to love someone in Gilead, a place where love is forbidden and controlled. It is incredibly brave to love someone in Gilead against all the odds.

Bravery doesn't have to be big or loud. It can be seen in the most simple parts of human nature, and that itself is worth celebrating.

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It ain’t over till I say it’s over 😭

The thing is, Nick is ENTIRELY ALONE. He has ONE PERSON he loves and trusts and he sees her for a few mins or maybe a couple hours every few months when she calls in a favor. So honestly, even that doesn’t count.

He has no one, while June has this huge network of support from family and friends. Yet she still makes insanely selfish choices. Nick, on the other hand, struggles with every single remotely self-focused choice he makes that just simply helps him cope with his lonely, terrifying life.

He can’t ask anyone for help. He can’t ask anyone for advice. He can’t ask anyone even for basic things like a night of comfort without drowning it in a sea of guilt and tentativeness. The excuses he had to make to even ask June to stay the night with him in 6x06 - it’ll be “safer” in the morning, which makes no logical sense, but he couldn’t even just ask for what he needs from her unless he frames it as practical, not about what he actually wants emotionally or physically.

So even if he made a stupid mistake to trust that Wharton wouldn’t do anything horrific with the Mayday information, that’s still 100% valid, because at a certain point, he has to extend a hand and hope someone takes it.

He’s drowning, inch by inch, and no one is there to pull him out of the water.

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Day 7- All Grown Up!

1) Stand By Your Man

by RonsGirlFriday

A journalist runs afoul of Minister for Magic candidate Hermione Granger-Weasley, by making an unwelcome insinuation about Ron.

Hermione's gonna do something about her frustration; she just needs to figure out what.

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2) Trying

by rlcandlejack

Ron misunderstands a muggle phrase, leading to a funny conversation that turns serious. Based on a funny twitter screencap.

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3) The Stone in My Hand

by squibnation10

Everyone depends on Ron Weasley to make decisions, for the party, for the people, for the future of the Wizarding World.

But his family needs him more.

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4) Choices

by @honouraryweasley12

Ron wants to surprise Hermione at their wedding... if only he can find the right inspiration.

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5) Virgo's Broom

by @gurinpotte

After a long day's work, Hermione just wants to be alone with Ron.

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6) Magical Thinking

by sirwolfeye

Starts here: A postwar Ministry where “safe” is a pamphlet.

Ends… somewhere near or far from Ulthar, where no human may kill a cat.

Mode of Transportation: A rollercoaster called magical thinking—the irrational belief that one’s rituals, routines, or sheer force of will can bend reality. In a world with magically amplified magical thinking, OCPD is Arithmancy without a solution, ADHD is a Seeker’s dive with no Snitch, and love is the most volatile spell of all.

The only certainty is: Survival leaves scars that think.

Welcome aboard.

Hold on to your Deluminators.

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7) Ode to a Sunday

by roonil_bilius_wazlib

Love occurs in the in-between moments. In a freshly baked scone. In a smile over breakfast. In a crossword puzzle shared between two.

An extraordinarily ordinary Sunday for the Granger-Weasley family.

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8) Trials and Tribulations

by @mertronus

Two lawyers disagree in, and out, of the courtroom.

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9) Planned Unexpectancies

by @graceunderpressuure

Hermione tells Ron she’s pregnant with Hugo. Plenty of unexpected feelings still come with a planned pregnancy.

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10) The Prophecy

by @adenei

What if Professor Trelawney made another prophecy? One about The Chosen Ones two closest friends? And what if that prophecy came along with a strange magical element (mishap) that sent those two closest friends into the future from time to time? How would that shape their friendship? Their future? And most importantly, could it change their destiny if they found out exactly how and why it was happening?

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11) The Granger-Weasley Chronicles

by @taurusmoonchild

Balancing marriage, kids and bizarre parenting dilemmas. This series follows Ron and Hermione as they take on the ridiculousness of raising children while trying to remain relatively sane.

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12) Knitted Grief

by @nena-96

Ron couldn't stand being at the funeral for a second longer, and makes his way back home, little does he know that his girlfriend follows him inside with hope that he doesn't push her away.

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13) After All They've Endured

by @cheesyficwriter

A tender moment between Ron and Hermione the morning after their wedding.

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and finally...

14) Art by Wayne Lynn!

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After All They've Endured

Fic Title: After All They’ve Endured

Author Name: cheesyficwriter

Primary Trope: All Grown Up

Rating: M

Trigger Warnings: Mild spice

Brief Summary: A tender moment between Ron and Hermione the morning after their wedding.

After All They’ve Endured

Mrs. Hermione Granger-Weasley. 

Waking to the soft glow of the morning light, Hermione’s thoughts are filled with nothing but one quiet, undeniable certainty. Her sweetest dream is finally a reality. 

We’re married. 

Everything blurs into focus along with the sensation of Ron’s arm that’s wrapped loosely around her waist, her body flush against his. Bare skin meets bare skin. Hermione nestles her head against his chest, observing the rhythmic rise and fall as the sound of his light snoring fills the room. 

How is it possible they ended up here? It’s a question Hermione expects to be asking herself for the rest of her life. That they managed to cross over the line from years of friendship into something much, much more intimate. Sure, they’d been moving towards this moment all along. She’s quite certain by now that everyone else in their lives wanted to shout you’re in love with each other before they managed to sort it out for themselves. 

A slow, spreading warmth envelops her entire body at the thought. And Hermione can’t stop grinning. She interlaces her hand with Ron’s free one, shifting her gaze to the gold band circling his finger, almost identical to the one branded on hers. A tangible reminder of the vows they’ve exchanged—all they’ve endured, will endure, but with the promise of always. 

Ron buries his face into Hermione’s neck as he wakes, releasing a sleepy groan before peppering kisses along her collarbone. She lets out a satisfied sigh, soaking in the remnants of what happened the night before, and relishing the way he reaches for her before even fully waking up. It’s not a position she’s in a rush to move from. 

His voice still thick with sleep, Ron teases out, “Didn’t you get enough of me last night, Granger?”

“It’s Granger-Weasley now. Get it right, dear husband.”

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Knitted Grief

Fic Title: Knitted GriefAuthor Name: Nena-96 (Tumblr) Nena96 (AO3)Primary Trope: All Grown UpOther Represented Tropes (if any):nopeRating: ETrigger Warnings (if any): MCD, smutBrief Summary: Ron couldn’t stand being at the funeral for a second longer, and makes his way back home, little does he know that his girlfriend follows him inside with hope that he doesn’t push her away.

“You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly - that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.”Anne Lamott

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His hands were trembling, ever since stepping away from the casket. It was possible that his hands were that way even before he set  his eyes on that wretched ominous block of mahogany wood. Hermione hadn’t left his side and she squeezed his hand gently while she rubbed his back with her other hand. If it wasn’t for Hermione he was sure that he would’ve fallen down from both pain and exhaustion. 

“Hermione–thank you for being here with me–”

“There isn’t a single place in the world where I would be other than by your side, Ron.” She kissed his cheek gently, her lips bringing colour to his face. He wanted to tell her how much she means to him but the words were stuck in his throat. “Don’t have to say anything,” Hermione said, as she brought up her hand to caress his face. “I wish there’s something I can do to take the pain away.”

If only she knew how badly he wanted to speak, but his words failed him. 

Numbness.

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The Granger-Weasley Chronicles (Series)

Title: The Granger-Weasley Chronicles 

Author: taurusmoonchild

Trope: All Grown Up

Rating: G

Summary: Balancing marriage, kids and bizarre parenting dilemmas. This series follows Ron and Hermione and the ridiculousness that is raising children while remaining relatively sane.

Note: Thanks to trope fest for allowing me to finally start this silly series! The upcoming chapters will not be in chronological order as I plan to add little stories as I think of them (I already have like 5), so I put the year in brackets!

Bridesmaid (2010)

(inspired by Outnumbered)

The house was a mess. Hugo was crying, and Ron was trying to calm him. Hermione was running around their living room, trying to tidy as much of the mess as possible.

“Ron, have you seen the present?” she yelled, barely loud enough for Ron to hear over the wailing of their three-year-old toddler.

“What?”

“The present for my cousin?”

“What?”

“Ugh, for Christ’s sake,” she huffed and started towards their kitchen, “I asked if you have seen the present for my cousin.”

“It’s on the counter,” he pointed at the kitchen counter behind her. Hermione turned around and spotted the large (and ugly) vase her cousin Patricia had put on her registry.

She lifted it from the counter and turned it around. 

“This might be the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“What about that one baby they put next to Hugo when he was born?” Ron asked behind her.

She turned around, “Don’t say that about someone else’s child, Ron.”

Ron put both his hands up and mumbled something under his breath to Hugo. The toddler laughed.

“What did you tell him?” Hermione furrowed her eyebrows.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Correct.”

“Well, at least he isn’t crying anymore.” Hermione turned around and placed the vase on top of the counter.

“Have you seen Rose?”

“She was getting dressed the last time I saw her.”

“Dressed? But she was alrea– oh no.”

“What?” Ron asked, but his wife was already out of the room and running up the stairs.

  On the first floor, Hermione was immediately met with their daughter wearing her beige bridesmaid dress.

“Rose, sweetheart, didn’t we talk about not wearing the dress on our way to the church?”

“But I’m a bridesmaid,” the five-year-old said matter-of-factly, sounding a little too much like her mother. 

“Yes, but you don’t want to get it all dirty before we get there. It’s a long drive there.”

Rose huffed. “But it’s my big day.”

Hermione chuckled, “Rose, sweety, it’s Patricia’s big day.”

“I wish you would stop saying that,” the girl crossed her arms in front of her chest, “besides you are wearing what you are wearing later. How come you don’t have to change?”

“Well, I’m not the one who spills everything, right?”

“I don’t spill everything,” Rose mumbled, “I only do it sometimes, and today is not sometimes.”

“Rose, please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“Mh mh,” she shook her head.

Hermione looked at her watch and sighed, “Fine. But if you spill anything, I will let you walk around with that stain.”

Rose walked past her towards the stairs. “I already said, today isn’t sometimes.”

  Mother and daughter walk down the stairs where Ron and Hugo are already waiting and ready to go.

“Hey Rosie bear, weren’t you suppos–” Ron stopped his sentence as he spotted Hermione mouthing ‘don't’ to him while shaking her head.

“You look beautiful, sweetie.’

“Thank you, Daddy. I know.” Rose walked straight past him out the door and towards their car.

  Ron chuckled and turned to Hermione, “So she didn’t wanna take off that dress, huh?”

“Some battles are not worth fighting,” Hermione sighed and kissed the top of Hugo’s head in Ron’s arms.

“You look beautiful, too, by the way.”

“Thank you, love. So do you.”

Ron kissed her softly on the mouth. “I know.”

  “ARE YOU COMING?” Rose yelled from outside, “MY DRESS WILL GET DIRTY.”

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By: Wayne Lynn (authorwaynelynn) Trope: All Grown Up  Rating: G Hermione merely observes as her family not only speaks Latin, but cosplays as ancient Romans too. 

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The Prophecy

Fic Title: The Prophecy

Author Name: adenei

Primary Trope: All Grown Up

Other Represented Tropes: Magical Mishap, HBP Missing Moment (later on), Tent Angst (later on)

Rating: M

TW: none

Brief Summary: What if Professor Trelawney made another prophecy? One about The Chosen Ones two closest friends? And what if that prophecy came along with a strange magical element (mishap) that sent those two closest friends into the future from time to time? How would that shape their friendship? Their future? And most importantly, could it change their destiny if they found out exactly how and why it was happening?

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Beginning Note: The Prologue, and Chapters 1-3 are already posted on AO3. This is technically the prologue and chapter 1.

Prologue

S.P.T to M.M.

14 April 1980

(?) Ronald Bilius Weasley & (?) Hermione Jean Granger

Two shall join The Chosen One in the quest to conquer evil.

All boasting colors of Red and Gold, thus marking the Golden Trio.

Time may pass in the blink of an eye as often as it inches forward.

A rocky start and bumps in the road won’t hinder the path these two head toward.

Deny though they may, their devotion shall never sway, even when times are darkest.

What begins as three ends with two as one for the time that spans the longest.

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Fic Title: Planned Unexpectancies

Author Name: grace_under_pressure0510!

Primary Trope: All Grown Up

Rating: Teen

Brief: Hermione tells Ron she’s pregnant with Hugo. Plenty of unexpected feelings still come with a planned pregnancy.

TW: mention of postpartum depression.

Every day when Ron came home from work, Rose ran to greet him at the front door, calling out ‘Daddy’ with her arms outstretched for a hug. Ron would swish her up into his arms, and she’d happily babble to him about her day, often proudly showing off a drawing she had made or clutching one of her new favourite toys. The aroma of dinner magically cooking away on the stovetop would reach his nose, smells which Ron not only associated with a delicious meal, but the feeling of coming home to his family.

He’d carry Rose into the kitchen and then greet Hermione with a kiss. They’d trade stories about their day, chatting away with little Rosie as she learned how to set the table. Some nights after dinner, as a special and occasional treat, Rose would get to have a tiny toddler-sized ice cream cone, which always made her squeal in delight. She had definitely inherited her father’s sweet tooth and love of desserts. Family dinner together was nearly always the best part of Ron’s day.

But not today. Today, Ron returned home to a house that was silent. There was no Rosie to greet him, even as he called for her, and the kitchen was empty and in darkness.

A wave of anxiety washed over him, as he climbed the stairs two at a time, calling for his wife and daughter.

“In here,” he heard Hermione reply from their bedroom.

She was sitting on the bed and lifted her tear-streaked face to look up as he hurried into the room.

“Are you alright? Where’s Rosie?”

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Trials and Tribulations

Fic Title: Trials & Tribulations Author Name: Mertronus Primary Trope: All grown Up Rating: G

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“Your Honor,” Hermione Granger addressed Madam Renata Marchbanks, the newest member of the Wizengamot overseeing that day’s small trials, “the law is clear, and having revised them myself, I know them inside and out.”

At the next table, Ronald Weasley groaned and rolled his eyes. Hermione ignored him and continued.

“Wizards are not to request that house elves in their employ cast spells in public wizarding spaces. Mr. Pipkin, who is fully aware of the law as every house elf employer must be, instructed his house elf Squeaks to summon his wand after he carelessly dropped it into the Ministry’s Fountain of Brethren! This is a very blatant violation of Regulation 14D of the Magical Creatures Code of Conduct Act. I move that he be fined accordingly and retake the House Elves Employment Course before he can continue to house and employ a house elf in his home.”

“Mr. Weasley,” Madam Marchbanks nodded for the defense to make their argument.

“Thank you Your Honor.” Ron stood to his full height and ran a hand down the front of his robes as he sent a reassuring smile to Mr. Edward Pipkin. It was Hermione’s turn to roll her eyes. “Your Honor, this was not an act of blatant violation as Ms. Granger,” he sent a scowl toward Hermione, “so eloquently put it. This was not Mr. Pipkin recklessly abusing the law. Mr. Pipkin reacted in a moment of urgency! His wand slipped into the fountain, and rather than wade into it and sully his best robes before his rather important meeting, he simply asked Squeaks to retrieve it. It was a harmless summoning charm, cast by a competent and willing house elf. No disruption was caused, there was no damage done, and there was definitely no harm to any of the public.”

“That is entirely besides the point!” Hermione fumed. “This law is not regarding harming others or causing disruption! It was put in place to maintain order! If we allow every wizard to delegate spells to their elves whenever it so suits them, where do we draw the line? Today it’s fetching a wand, tomorrow it’s dueling on their behalf.”

“Dueling on their-Ms. Granger that is a stretch.”

Hermione ignored the defense attorney’s remark and continued.

“Wizards will start delegating spells to their house elves that they do not wish to show up on their own wand should an investigation arise. And then what? We cannot allow wizards to use their employed house elves in this way!”

“And should that happen, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will act accordingly!” Ron shook his head. “Mr. Pipkin did not ask his house elf to duel or cause harm. He simply asked Squeaks to help him by retrieving his wand. You of all people should know better than to equate an innocent summoning charm with Dark Wizardry. Your Honor,” Ron addressed Madam Marchbanks again, “Squeaks acted on his own free will as he is an employed house elf ,” Ron sent a look to Hermione, well-known throughout the wizarding community for being solely responsible for freeing all house elves, “who was simply eager to aide his employer. The law exists to prevent exploitation of house elves, not to criminalize minor acts of assistance.”

Hermione scoffed and opened her mouth to counter, but Madam Marchbanks cleared her throat. Hermione closed her mouth at once and sat down. From the corner of her eyes she saw Ron take his seat as well.

“I appreciate both of your views on this matter,” Madam Marchbanks began, “and to be clear, both arguments absolutely hold merit. Mr. Pipkin,” she addressed the sheepish looking defendant, “while your intentions were not malicious, the law stands to prevent the misuse of house-elf magic in public spaces. However, as no harm was done, and as this was a first ever offense and a minor infraction at that, I rule that you will receive only an official warning.” Hermione sighed and Madam Marchbanks glanced at her. “Furthermore, I will be urging the Wizengamot to review this regulation in order to clarify the distinction between providing assistance versus blatant exploitation.” Hermione smiled and nodded her assent. “Court is adjourned.”

A while later, Ron stood in the doorway of Hermione’s office, watching her as she scribbled furiously across a long scroll, no doubt already working on the amended version of that particular regulation. He wasn’t sure if she was aware of his presence until she spoke without looking up.

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Ode to a Sunday - Submission for Romione Trope Fest

Just a quick note - this is my first time doing this, so if I’ve missed anything/done something not quite right, please let me know! :)

Title: Ode to a Sunday

Author name: roonil_bilius_wazlib (ao3)

Primary trope: All grown up

Other represented tropes: N/A

Rating: T (for slight innuendo) 

Trigger warnings: minor language and slight innuendo

Brief: 

Love occurs in the in-between moments. In a freshly baked scone. In a smile over breakfast. In a crossword puzzle shared between two. 

An extraordinarily ordinary Sunday for the Granger-Weasley family. 

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Ron loved Sundays. 

The sizzle of bacon frying in the cast iron skillet, its heavenly scent wafting through the air. A piping hot cup of coffee, any hint of bitterness well hidden by many lumps of sugar (much to his wife’s dismay). The serenity of the kitchen in the early morning hours as he lovingly prepared scones for his little family. 

This illusion of peace would slip away, bit by bit, as the members of his household emerged from their slumber and, later, by the weekly Sunday roast with the entire boisterous Weasley clan. But for now, Ron could enjoy the quietude of his culinary kingdom… just a tad longer. 

Soon enough, Hermione would stride into the kitchen and greet him with a peck on the cheek, her hair delightfully wild from sleep and the Sunday Prophet tucked into the front pocket of her dressing gown. She would mumble away as she completed the crossword puzzle over her customary bowl of porridge, only soliciting his advice should any Quidditch-related clues arise. As usual, he would interject anyway, Quidditch clue or not, with the most ridiculous answers, unable to resist the temptation of teasing her and grinning madly when he inevitably succeeded in breaking her focus. She would tut at him and he would cut her off with a kiss and she would continue to grumble, albeit through a very poorly contained smile. After all, as she had reminded him time and time again, the Sunday puzzle is serious business, Ron! And truly it was — failure to successfully complete it within the allotted time awarded the hapless puzzler a string of insults and a shower of ink from the newspaper. It was a handy thing Hermione was so good at cleaning spells. 

Shortly thereafter, Rose would make her appearance, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ever the morning person just like her mum. She’d likely come in prattling on excitedly about some new fact she had gleaned from her most recent reading — dragons had been quite the popular subject as of late — with their family pet Mr Tibbles in tow. The furry orange part-kneazle had taken to Rosie just like his predecessor Crookshanks had taken to Hermione. Even Ron had to admit that the little bugger had grown on him. Through pauses in her chatter, Rose would wolf down a hearty helping of rashers and eggs. Ron would invariably nudge extra strawberry scones onto her plate when she wasn’t looking – they were her favourite, after all. She may have inherited her brains and love of felines from her mum, but the appetite was all Weasley. 

And last, but certainly not least, little Hugo would tumble into the kitchen prodigiously late, hair sticking up at odd angles and pajamas a right state. Hugo could easily sleep until noon and, often, it was only the promise of bacon that could rouse him from his deep slumber. Once he had blinked the last vestiges of sleep from his eyes, he would devour his breakfast within what seemed like mere seconds. Frankly, Ron wasn’t sure where it all went, as the boy was as tall and skinny as a beanpole, much like he had been at his age. Once breakfast had been properly inhaled, Hugo would immediately find something to bicker about with Rose or slip Mr Tibbles scraps from the table, thinking that he and Hermione hadn’t noticed. 

It was a predictable pattern of events, comforting in its constancy and orderliness. In Ron’s opinion, though, there could surely be no lovelier way to pass a Sunday morning. 

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Magical Thinking

by SirWolfeye

Starts here: A postwar Ministry where “safe” is a pamphlet.

Ends… somewhere near or far from Ulthar, where no human may kill a cat.

Mode of Transportation: A rollercoaster called magical thinking—the irrational belief that one’s rituals, routines, or sheer force of will can bend reality. In a world with magically amplified magical thinking, OCPD is Arithmancy without a solution, ADHD is a Seeker’s dive with no Snitch, and love is the most volatile spell of all.

The only certainty is: Survival leaves scars that think.

Welcome aboard.

Hold on to your Deluminators.

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Virgo's Broom

Fic Title: Virgo’s BrommAuthor Name: GurinpottePrimary Trope: All grown upRating: MBrief: After a long day’s work, Hermione just wants to be alone with Ron.

Hermione got home.

At last! Her day at the ministry had been so, so busy—she had got a promotion just the week prior, and so she had much to adjust to, new responsibilities, new tasks and much, much to learn. Yet, today…she couldn’t think of much besides Ron. Besides being alone and quite free from clothes with Ron. Longing for the feeling of the heat of his bare skin against hers had tormented her all day. Snippets of maddening lustful memories of coming undone around him taunted her insistently–

But not for much longer, she told herself.

Smiling mischievously, she spared a check at herself in the mirror. He didn’t know what was about to hit him.

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Choices

Fic Title: ChoicesAuthor Name: honouraryweasley12Primary Trope: All Grown UpOther Represented Tropes (if any): N/ARating: MTrigger Warnings (if any): Smut, some swearingBrief Summary: Ron wants to surprise Hermione at their wedding… if only he can find the right inspiration.

“Want to grab a pint and a bite to eat? It might help clear your head.”

Ron looked at Harry, weighing the idea in his head. He was running out of time, but not for the reason Harry thought. He pondered for a second, and nodded. It wasn’t the first time he’d procrastinated something important, and it likely wouldn’t be the last.

The pair stepped out of Grimmauld Place into the beautiful summer evening. In just two days, Ron and Hermione were set to be wed. It had been her idea to spend a couple of days apart before the big day, even if he thought that was barmy.

But that wasn’t even the issue at hand. No, he’d found out about an interesting Muggle tradition and wanted to incorporate it into the ceremony… he just hadn’t told anyone except the officiant, who also happened to be the Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt.

Hermione’s mum had mentioned it during the wedding planning, that sometimes Muggles would write their own wedding vows. This wasn’t something that happened in the Wizarding world, so they’d decided not to do it. However, Ron secretly thought this would make an excellent surprise for his bride-to-be. He thoroughly enjoyed keeping her on her toes.

Hermione loved the written word, and he knew she’d appreciate the effort. The problem, of course, was how to express himself in a way that would be memorable, but not corny or awkward.

“Sickle for your thoughts?” Harry asked as they walked toward a neighbourhood pub they frequented often. They liked it since they wouldn’t be recognized. It also allowed Ron to continue to get comfortable with the Muggle world he was marrying into.

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The Stone In My Hand

By Squibnation10

Everyone depends on Ron Weasley to make decisions, for the party, for the people, for the future of the Wizarding World.

But his family needs him more.

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