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discuss - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 348

"Padfoot, what the fuck is this?" James asked, sighing as he entered the empty classroom he'd been led to by a cryptic noted signed with a pawprint.

"This, my dear Prongs, is the most important class I shall ever teach!" Sirius announced from the front of the room.

"The only class he'll ever teach," Peter murmured from one of the desks, where he had his feet kicked up.

"Save all questions until the end, please!" Sirius said dramatically, waving his hands all around.

James took a breath, staring at the chalkboard. There, scribbled in Sirius's handwriting, were two titles: Things regarding dating Reggie that James may discuss and Things regarding dating Reggie that James may never, ever, EVER talk about again EVER.

"So we're here to talk about prank ideas then?" he quipped, sliding into a seat and grinning.

Remus, who was sitting at the teacher's desk, chuckled. Sirius, however, looked scandalized. "Mister Potter, don't make me take points from Gryffindor!" he admonished.

"Yes, Professor Black," James smirked.

"Now Class," Sirius said, giving James a stern look. "This is very important. Because some of you seem to be under the impression that since I have accepted this new relationship, you can talk about whatever you want, so-"

"But I already have some questions. Under the things James can talk about side, you have 'hand holding.' What if the hands are holding other body parts besides hands? Because I've found that Regulus is very good at using his hands to-" James started in, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Absolutely not!" Sirius yelled, grabbing a piece of chalk and circling 'hand holding,' drawing an arrow to move it to the other side.

"What about 'Reggie's arse?'" James continued, causing both Remus and Peter to let out shocked laughs. "It's not on either list. Can I...?"

"No!" Sirius grimaced, adding it to the appropriate side.

Then, Remus spoke, grinning from ear to ear. "Can I talk about Regulus's arse? It is rather ni-"

And Sirius banged his head against the chalkboard, whimpering to himself. "I hate you all," he muttered.

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Remus hitting his head under the table, for the third time

James: [points] are you sure about him?

Sirius:

Sirius: [points]

Regulus trying to set his homework on fire

James:

James: touché

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Me at 14 and me at 22 are having a bonding moment

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countdown - @wolfstarmicrofic - wordcount: 378

It's five days until the next Full when Remus's bones start to ache. He tries to hide his groans. His need to lean on the railing of the staircases a little more.

But Sirius sees through his façade. Slips an arm around his waist as if it's a sign of affection, but really secures his hold tightly, helping him to walk.

Neither of them say a word.

-

It's four days until the next Full when Remus's skin starts to crawl. He shifts in his chair and frowns, unable to find any position that feels right.

Sirius doesn't look over. Just places a hand on his knee that instantly calms him. His agitation leaks from his body.

Neither of them say a word.

-

It's three days until the next Full when Remus finds himself awake, staring out at the moon. Resentment and anger flood his system, frustration that he cannot stop what is coming.

Sirius silently rises from his own bed and sits with him. His head rests against Remus's shoulder and he holds his hand lightly.

Neither of them say a word.

-

It's two days until the next Full when the uncharacteristic temper flares. He says something he doesn't mean, snaps at his friends and then hates himself for it.

Sirius just smiles softly at him and and presses a kiss to his forehead, pulling him close, forgiveness in his eyes.

Neither of them say a word.

-

It's one day until the next Full and Remus cannot get out of bed. Self-hatred and depression have taken over and he is a shell of his usual self. Dread has a hold of head heart.

Now, Sirius speaks. Pulls him into his chest an murmurs reassurances. Whispers that he loves him.

Neither of them move.

-

The Full Moon is in less than an hour, and Remus looks over to Sirius, who holds his had as they walk toward the Shack, like they are on a romantic stroll.

"See you after?" Sirius asks brightly as he kisses Remus softly.

Remus is scared that someday, he might wake up and Sirius will be gone.

-

It's twenty-eight days until the next Full and Remus wakes up in the Hospital Wing to find Sirius curled into his side.

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far - jegulus and wolfstar - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 256

“Reg!” Sirius’s annoyed yell cut through the quiet of the Potter flat, making Regulus jolt upright in alarm. “How dare you?”

“How the fuck did you even get in here?” Regulus muttered, rubbing at his eyes and trying to regain full consciousness. “I was sleeping, you absolute oaf.”

“Fuck your nap. How could you? The betrayal!” Sirius continued lamenting dramatically, ignoring Regulus’s eyerolls. 

“How have I betrayed you this week?” Regulus asked flatly, sitting up on the couch.

“I’ll tell you!” Sirius yelled, throwing his hands in the air. “First, you took my broom when we were young-”

“I was eight, Sirius-”

“-then, you took my good looks and charm-”

“-I mean, I certainly have those, but you ever having had them is arguable-”

“-Then you stole by best friend-”

“- it was very much a mutual decision, for the record. James actually was probably the more willing of the two-”

“- and now, you’ve stolen my husband? You go too far!” Sirius cried, falling back on the couch in a pretend faint.

Regulus regarded him with disgust. “Are you talking about the one hour Remus and I have planned for tea without you tomorrow?”

Immediately, Sirius sat up and threw him a furious look. “Yes. How dare you two even try to have fun without me there? What do you even do?”

“Talk about how much we love you, Sirius,” Regulus sighed, holding back a grin.

The man perked up, looking at him with a thrilled expression. “Really?”

“No. Now get out, I was sleeping.”

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does ron loves his freckles?

(I wouldn’t say he loves them, but I’m sure there are a couple people who do…)

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Canon as hell

Harry: Ron, can I ask you a question?

Ron: Sure.

Harry: Why are we lying on the ground?

Ron: You got knocked out, so I laid down next to you so people would think we’re just chilling.

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Hermoine having enough of being logical that she just wants to go ape-shit. Que Harry cheering her on, and Ron stopping her.

That's it. That's their dynamic (to me at least skkzkskd).

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Ronarry fans hear the name “wheezy” and all nod their heads approvingly

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THIS IS SO CUTE OMGGGG!!! I AM IN LOVE!

RONARRY!!!! everyone cheered

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SEESAW

#InspiredByBTS TRIGGER WARNING: Mentions of violence. A failed relationship. Toxic relationship. But a hopeful ending. They acknowledge their issues and they are aware of it. They just don't want to get out and live without the other.

To be honest, no one really is to blame here. If they were in normal circumstances they could have pointed fingers, Ron himself knows that he would have been a rather simple-minded boyfriend. No large gestures or anything, and there would even be times that he would have forgotten about important dates, which would lead to them fighting and then breaking up.

Only to come back together again. He knows, as he stared at his emerald, green eyes, that they would be beautifully toxic to each other. And they would continue in that cycle, up until they fixed their issue and end up with each other.

"I think..." Harry is in a rather delicate state. It was directly after the war; they were both exhausted and tired- thrown into the battlefield at such an early age.

For him, it was a sudden change. He has memories of a time where everything was at least peaceful and calm. He has a family to rely on, brothers and a sister to hide behind on (or so that was the Ginny that came with them on the Department of Mysteries; he still has this memory of her coming up to him and relying on him). Harry doesn't have anything like that, though he claims that the time he spent with him and Hermoine were the best and closest to what he has of that.

"I think we have to go our separate ways for now." He has to become the bad guy, the one to let go first. He knows, they both know, that they loved each other too much. No one will make the first move even if the current existence of their relationship was too much for the both of them.

Harry turned to him, his face giving off only two things: despair and... understanding.

"I love you Ron... And I know." Harry said, giving him a tight hug. He hugged back much firmer. He sighed, looking up at the darkening sky. Gosh, they were a couple of dramatic blokes, breaking up outside in a park.

"We're hurting each other," he whispered back, feeling the tears gathering on the shoulder that Harry is leaning on. Harry just nodded, acknowledging just how much the war fucked them up.

"We scream, we shout," he continued, "because that's all we've known to work with the people around us. If we hurt, if we show our wounds, that is when they'll believe us. Because we're bleeding."

Harry just nodded, staying quiet. After a few seconds of silence, Harry spoke up. His voice is chocked, shaky, and too quiet. But he could hear him just fine.

"Y-Yes... I think we need to let ourselves heal before we get into anything serious." Harry removed himself from his hug, wiping his tears away. He smiled at him, though it's only a fraction of the smile that he genuinely shows the people that he trusts. Now, he knows what that looks like, and it's because of him.

It hurts to become Ron Weasley at the moment.

But it's not like he and Harry should continue in this very very toxic cycle of theirs. Their ups and downs aren't the same as other couples; they fight, they communicate, and they go back to the way they were. But there were just too many thorns in between them that they need to remove before they could become anything permanent.

"We hurt each other, Harry. I hurt you." Anger issues, anger not at Harry, but at the circumstances that made them like this. And when their fighting became too much, he let it out on the one person he promised not to hurt; all his frustrations, all his regrets- it's not even the physical bruises that he gave him that made him pause and think.

It was the words that he let out. He didn't blame Harry— he never thought of blaming Harry. But sometimes, he said things that he knows would hurt him because he was the person with him.

"And I hurt you too." Harry said, caressing the bruise that formed on Ron's left cheek. He chuckled, hovering his hand at the bruise that he gave his emerald-eyed lover, looking at him for permission to touch it. Harry nodded, and he shakily touched the black in his collarbone.

"This is not a goodbye, Ron." Harry said, leaning forward, letting their foreheads touch. "This— this separation, this is a promise. To both of us, to ourselves, and to our broken relationship, that we would do better, we could do better."

Ron nods, playing with Harry's unruly wild hair. Gosh he'll miss waking up to Harry's soft breathing, playing with his hair, and staying in bed only to fall asleep again. And when he wakes up, breakfast is prepared and ready to be eaten.

But that was another motivation for him to get better.

"How about a final kiss for now? As you said, this is a break, not a permanent goodbye." He said with a smile, sliding his hand from Harry's hair to his face. He started caressing his face, just the way he likes it.

"A promise to coming back?" Harry asks. They both smiled and leaned in, ending everything in a sad but hopeful note.

And in the future, if they met again with both their feelings still the same; who knows what could happen? All they know is that they both loved each other enough to know that their hurting each other. They did the right thing.

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I know opposites attract is a REALLY great prompt, also enemies to lovers, and the infamous rivals to lovers too but—

Friends to lovers is literally something comforting and special (to me at least). What do you mean you guys know everything about each other? That you guys have been through each other's ups and downs? That you know and expect the good and the bad of each other??? THAT YOU GUYS ARE INVITED TO DINNER TO EACH OTHER'S HOUSES WITH THEIR FAMILIES EVERY SUNDAY???

The PLOT! THE SECRET GLANCES WITHIN VICINITY OF EACH OTHER??? THE WAY THEY TOUCH EACH OTHER AND THEY WOULDN'T EVEN BLINK???

Others are so used to how they act that they wouldn't even notice if they got together? Or that they would just assume from the start that they're together???

BUT ALSO— isn't it nice to be with the person that you know all the dirt about? Like, "I love you, and we will NEVER break up because you know too much sh*t about me."

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Harry, just getting home from work: What are you doing?

Ron, standing on a table: This is my house, I can stand wherever I want in it.

Harry, rolling up his sleeves: Where's the spider?

Ron: Under the table.

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Ron: I didn't understand why people care so much for their dumb friends until I got a dumb friend myself. Ron: *picks Harry up* Ron: I've only befriended Harry for the duration of a train ride. Ron: But if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

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At some point in time, sleepily studying at the library

Harry, resting his head on a book: I had a really bad nightmare last night.

Hermione, looking up from her book: Oh, I’m sorry. Was it about Voldemort?

Harry: No, it wasn’t.

Ron, who was listening very sleepily from beside Harry: Oh, Then what was it about?

Harry: It’s kinda…embarrassing now that I think about it…

Ron: C’mon Harry, you know you can tell us anything.

Harry: Okay..Fine.

Harry: I Had fallen asleep in class, in the dream I mean, and Hermione woke me up.

Harry, who’s face is getting darker: And she was just kinda shaking my arm, and I said I was awake, but she kept shaking my arm and talking gibberish.

Hermione: Huh?

Harry: I didn’t know what she was saying, so I just said “what ?”

Harry, who’s face was even darker now: And she kept repeating the same gibberish phrase over and over, angrier each time.

Harry, who looked like he was on the verge of tears now: And she kept shaking me, and yelling at me, and I didn’t understand what’s he was saying-

Hermione, holding in a laugh: …

Harry, whose voice finally broke, and was DEFINITELY crying: AnD ShE WaS jUSt YeLlInG AT mE aNd I dIdNt UndErsTaNd-

Ron, hugging Harry, glaring at Hermione: STOP FUCKING LAUGHING

Hermione, who was laughing her ass off: IM SORRY-

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ron is his knight!!!!

also, this is the second time harry had to stop ron from attacking a powerful adult to defend his honor!!! why are they like this?!! (how is this not a bigger ship plss)

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“The Golden Trio”?? Did you mean: “Two non functional disasters and their caretaker, Ronald Weasley”??