love story (r.w.)

prompt: after meeting ron weasley at the yule ball, it’s love at first sight. but will the distance, your father’s strictness, and the war end your love story?

pairing: ron weasley x beauxbaton reader

warnings: mentions of the war, mentions of death, separation anxiety, troubling thoughts, long distance relationships

word count: 4.9k

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author’s note: this is my last piece for @natasha-romancff​‘s writing challenge! (hi lanie hehe)  this was so fun to write and i enjoyed it so much! 

The material of the dress underneath your hands was silky, soothing your nerves as you exhaled a shaky breath. You weren’t one for dances, nevertheless a ball, filled with a crowd of people you barely knew. The only thought that brought you solace is that you wouldn’t be the only Beauxbaton at the ball. 

You stared at yourself in the mirror, slowly dragging lip gloss across your bottom, coating it in the sweet smelling gloss. Thoughts danced in your head as you thought about how much you would so rather stay in your room while everyone else enjoyed the ball. But despite your protests, your fellow classmates urged you that the ball would be fun.

“Just think, (Y/N),” one of your friends had spoken earlier. “‘Ogwarts is a big school. You don’t know who you could meet,” she giggles alongside your other friends who slipped into their gowns for the ball.

And before you knew it, your hand was laced with your friend Estelle’s. She pulled you through the corridors as you rolled your eyes at her excitement. “Stell, slow down,” you laugh as she practically drags you along, your dress flowing as you chase after her. “The ball won’t start without us and it’s not like we’re rushing to meet our dates,” you tease. Stell and you had agreed that you didn’t need to go to a dance with anyone besides each other, you knew you would have more fun that way rather than worrying about your date and if they were having fun.

As Stell pulled you through the corridors, you could hear the faint music trickling from the ballroom, making your heart race with anticipation. Who was going to be in the ballroom? How many people? Were all of your friends there with dates? Should you have brought a date? A million thoughts ran through your head, but none of them could be answered before Stell had pulled you into the ballroom.

illumination (r.w.)

prompt as requested by anon: after a long day of work, ron suggests running you a bath as a reward to unwind.

pairing: ron weasley x fem!reader

warnings: nudity, thigh rubbing (nothing too crazy, very innocent)

word count: 1.9k

Strings of sentences, directions, names of potions, spells, laughter, chatter, and thoughts danced in your head, whirling around like a chaotic band of ballerinas as you walked down the hall, rubbing your shoulder with a grimace. As if the thoughts weren’t annoyance enough, your shoulders and back were killing you from being hunched over a desk and work table for hours. 

Exam season had arrived at Hogwarts which cost you your social life, free time, and some nights, your sleep schedule. Whatever the cost was, you promised yourself that this year would be your year, grades wise. You had spent most of your time in the library, occupied with books and notes and parchment, memorizing formulas and ingredients and spells. So many nights you left the library, brain throbbing at how much you were working the midnight oil.

You weren’t alone in these endeavors. You had study companions, but it wasn’t the same as hanging out normally. Rather than chatting or gossiping about exciting things, the chatter and murmuring was usually about a test or material that someone didn’t understand. Needless to say, exam season was boring and lifeless.

As you slumped through the hallways, rubbing your shoulder in pain, you groan as you lay your eyes on the moving staircase. You were already so exhausted and the last thing you wanted to do was deal with the moving staircase. You just wanted to get back to your dormitory so you could take a power nap before heading back to the library to study with Hermione. 

“Give me these,” a voice speaks before reaching over and grabbing the pile of textbooks from your arms. Before you can speak out in protest, you turn to meet the gaze of your doting boyfriend and your lips instantly curl up into a smile. “Darling, I don’t mean to sound rude, but you look exhausted,” Ron tells you, inspecting your face that carried dark circles under your eyes. “Still very beautiful, but very exhausted.”