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a/n: this is my first time actually writing/posting one of these so pls bare with me 😭 i like to think i’m not a bad writer but pls lmk if there are any grammar or punctuation errors 🤗😚 also i’m not british so there might be some mistakes or hiccups in the way they talk! again, i apologize 😓

warnings (??) — bf!ron, hufflepuff!reader, fem!reader, pure fluff ♥︎

you and ron had been together for a few months now, and everything was as perfect as could be. you went to his quidditch games, you both bonded over your love for food, and he gave the best hugs imaginable.

he had been unsure if it was a good idea to take you to meet molly and the rest of his family, especially after the way she had reacted to fleur. but after much back and forth and asking fred, george, and ginny, he decided on it.

“just….beware. they can get crazy sometimes,” he cautioned, his chest rising in an oddly deep breath before raising his fist to knock.

the snow had really piled up, you thought, as your scarf barely helped your face warm. your mittens intertwined as best they could with ron’s, his hat matching the cloth on your hands.

“don’t worry, ron, im sure i’ll be alright,” you smiled, squeezing his hand as you stared at the closed door waiting to open.

the door quickly flung open, revealing a beaming molly behind it. she immediately rushed over to hug ron tightly, mumbling a bunch of greetings. ron glanced at you from his mom’s hug, eyes wide in a ‘help.’

you giggled, running your thumb up his hand reassuringly.

molly pulled away, fixing up his now messy orange locks before looking to his left. molly’s jaw dropped, mirroring the way she pounced on ron, but somehow more aggressive to you.

“oh, you must be y/n,” she cooed, rocking you left and right as she squeezed the living daylights out of you.

“well, come on in, then!” she motioned for you two to follow her inside, you and ron side eyeing each other.

“sorry,” he whispered, swallowing thickly before following his mum inside the warm home.

“are you kidding? i love her already.”

once molly had rushed you two inside, arthur greeted you with a firm handshake and a smile. “my darling,” molly began, pouring you each a warm cup of tea. “you are twice as beautiful as ron makes you out to be,”

you smiled, giggling as you glanced at your boyfriend. his face reddened immediately.

“does ron talk about me a lot?” you ask curiously, lifting the mug to your lips. the warm steam cooled your pink nose. the fire crackled, fred and george conversing as they heated their sock-enclothed feet.

“oh, you have no idea,” molly began, ron buried his face in his palms. arthur chuckled, taking a long sip of tea. “but enough about him. tell me about yourself, dear,” she invited, motioning for ron’s dad to get out the biscuits.

“well, i’m a hufflepuff, i’m a prefect, head girl, and i have outstandings in all of my classes,” you told her, feeling a bit tense at the mention of your house. you knew how much the weasleys valued being a gryffindor, and the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint them.

molly and arthur exchanged glances, and you swore you could’ve screamed and ran away right that moment. you tapped on your mug, looking at ron before down at your lap.

“ronald, you break this girl’s heart and you’re out of the house,” molly raised her pointer finger at him, causing a fit of comfortable laughter to fill the silence of the room.

“she really is an angel, mum. she tutors 1st years,”he added, making you smile shyly as you hid your face in the mug.

molly gasped, holding her hand over her heart. “well, my dear, i am beyond delighted that you are taking care of my ronald. just let me know if he becomes a handful. i’ll be more than happy to send a howler his way,” she warned, shooting ron a stern glance.

just as quickly as your worries came, they disappeared. molly loved you, arthur loved you, and you had not a doubt in your mind that ron did, too.

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a/n pt 2: this was so fun to make!! i’m on a 5 day break so i’ll be writing some stuff, pls pls pls pls PLEASEEE lmk if you want to see anything or have any questions at all!! 😚😚

Amortentia | R.W.

Ron Weasley x Ravenclaw reader

Summary: Y/n smells Ron’s scent during potion class and she will soon know he smelled hers

<<I hate potion class>> you sighed walking down the Hogwartas stairs which usually moved. Thanks to these stairs once you had lost yourself in the forbidden area of the library and had gotten punished by the prefect of Ravenclaw house.

<<Come on you can’t tell me you hate Slughorn’s classes. They’re so fun>> Cho looked at you <<Not for me girl,I remind you that I completely suck at them,even tho I’m in Ravenclaw>> <<No one’s perfect. Come on look at Ron-Cho pointed at the boy who was crossing the corridor with Harry-he’s a Gryffindor but he spends all day eating and he’s not even that brave>> she laughed <<And you’re as rude as the worst Slytherin>> you replied,hitting her shoulder <<It hurts!>> she rolled her eyes <<Shut up,you deserve it>>.

You and your friend entered the class and sat,but as soon as Cho had seen Harry sitting in the back seats she woke up and left you <<Don’t hate me,please>> she said <<Just go>> you said smirking. She giggled and went away.

You were now sitting alone when,suddenly,Ron came and asked for a seat;<<Sure>> you replied with a big smile,he smiled back and immediately sat. <<We don’t talk so often>> the ginger boy said with a low voice <<I know,we never have the chance>> <<Now we do>>. You blushed <<We almost do. If we talk during class Slughorn will surely punish us and,to be honest, I don’t want to get another detention>> you giggled <<I didn’t know Ravenclaw could get detentions>> Ron said jokingly <<We’re full of surprises>> <<Why have you received one?>> <<I got lost in the forbidden part of the library,I didn’t do it on purpose,of course,the stairs moved>> you told him <<I know you wouldn’t do it on purpose,you seem to be a good person>> he said opening his potion book <<Thank you...>> you whispered.

<<Today we’re going to make the Amortentia-said Slughorn entering the class and beginning to show the students all the ingredients and the processes-the student who’ll make the best potion will win a very special prize:a vial of Veritaserum>>. <<Guess who won’t win> you whispered <<Me>> said Ron <<And me too>> you continued <<But you’re not bad>> said Ron <<I am>> <<I don’t think so. But since you think you are,let me make you change idea,here’s a bet:the one who makes the worst Amortentia will pay the other a Butterbeer in Diagon Alley>> <<Great. I’m gonna pay>> you said <<Don’t talk too soon>> Ron laughed.

During the class you and Ron didn’t care about winning the Veritaserum,you just cared about having fun and joke together. You also found out that Ron was right when it came to who was the worst at potions between you two:his Amortentia exploded on his face meanwhile yours worked. It wasn’t the best of the class,but you were quite proud of yourself. What really made you worry was the smell of your potion:freshly mown grass and spearmint,which was a toothpaste flavor. Who could have such a strange scent? <<See you at the Three Broomsticks this evening Y/n. I have to offer you a Butterbeer>> Ron smiled with a soot-dirty nose;you laughed <<I’ll be there>>.

That evening

<<Would you like to tell me what you smelled with the Amortentia?>> asked Ron putting two Butterbeers on the table <<It was a strange smell. You didn’t smell anything right?>> <<Y/n my potion exploded>> Ron scratched his forehead in sign of embarrassment <<Yeah you’re right-you suddenly remembered you still had with you your Amortentia-try it now>> you said taking out the vial from the pocket of your hoodie <<Why are you keeping with you the Amortentia?>> asked the Weasley <<I don’t know. I’m proud of it,just smell that damn potion Ron. I’m curious!>> you giggled. Ron opened the object and smelled the potion <<It’s good>> he smiled <<Come on,what have you smelled?>> you asked with your hands on the table <<Roses,cinnamon and fresh fruit>>.

Suddenly you were Paralyzed. You were sure it was your scent:you had some roses in your bedroom and you loved both cinnamon rolls and fresh fruit. <<Is anything wrong?>> asked Ron worried,seeing your strange reaction <<No,don’t worry>> you replied,pretending everything was fine <<What about you?>> he demanded <<I smelled freshly mown grass and spearmint. It’s strange>> Ron blushed <<So you think my scent is strange>> <<What?>> you asked in confusion <<It’s me,it’s my scent:the mown grass is due to gnome hunting and spearmint is the toothpast I use more often. It’s my favorite one>> he said calmly,almost pleased to know the news,but you were dying of embarrassment:you smelled each other’s perfume. <<Sorry I have to go-you said standing up from the chair-thanks for the Butterbeer,I had fun>>. You run away and left Ron there,all alone.

One week later

<<Why have you been avoiding me Y/n?>> asked Ron once he had met you in the Hogwarts corridors <<I haven’t been avoiding you>> you lied,trying to escape the boy <<Don’t you dare to lie! We need to talk. Had I said anything wrong at the Three Broomsticks?>> <<No you hadn’t Ron,I’ve been just...busy...>> you looked down <<I know you haven’t-the boy took your hand and got closer-please tell me what’s wrong>> <<It’s a long story>> <<I have time,please. Tell me everything. We just began to know each other and when I say I’m interested in you I’m sincere>> Ron’s eyes were shining,he could burst in tears in any second <<Come on,let’s talk about it in the library,it’s a quiet place>>.

When you and Ron had arrived at the library you sat one in front of another <<Listen Ron:you know I smelled your scent,but what you’re not aware of,is that you smelled mine>> Ron’s eyes were wide open,you could clearly see he was surprised <<So it means we’re each other’s desire? Bloody hell I would have never expected this>> <<It seems you’re right...>> <<Then what’s the problem? You don’t want to try?>> he asked <<Try? Try what?>> you demanded <<Try to make a relationship work...>> <<I don’t know,It’s just Amortentia,we’re talking about a potion that makes you obsessed with certain scents..what if you’re wrong and we’ll fuck everything up?>> you crossed you arms and looked down,you were really concerned and scared at the same time. Ron looked at you and stood up <<Listen-he took your hand and brought you closer to him,resting his free hand on the soft skin of your face-I don’t care what you think of Amortentia,I’m sure about one,and only one thing:since the last year,when Seamus decided to blow you off at the Yule Ball to dance with that brunette girl from Beauxbatons school;when we ended up talking in the owl cage I’ve been thinking about how glad I would be to have you by my side,and not only as a friend. It’s time for you to know that I’m not lying when I say I feel butterflies every time you catch my eyes in the Hogwarts corridors,and I’m not lying when I say that I was sad because you seemed to not care about talking to me...>> you interrupted the boy <<Ronald how can you think about that? I was just embarrassed to talk with you because that night,even tho we had a great time,I felt ashamed...>> <<Ashamed of what?>> Ron asked still keeping you close to his body,you could hear his heartbeat <<Of the way I was blown off for another girl who was ten times prettier than me...I felt insecure,sad,I felt like I was nothing;and today I’m still sure you spent the night with me just because you commiseed with me for what happened...>> <<Well you’re wrong:I hadn’t commiseed with you,I commiseed with the idiot that Seamus is because that night he lost the prettiest and sweetest person on earth>> once you had heard those words your heart melted,you couldn’t believe Ron was telling you such a big thing. You felt so special. <<Thank you,Ron. You have really made me happy>> you said,the boy smiled at you <<So? Will we try to make a relationship work? I want you to feel happy one hundred more times>> <<Fine. Let’s try it>> you said,kissing the boy on his soft lips.

It wasn’t magic,it was love and you’d found out soon.

I firmly believe at multiple points in time during the night, Harry would leave his bed and slip into Ron’s to cuddle because he never had that comfort before - so he used him as a huge teddy bear. It was an unspoken agreement to never speak of it, but it happened.

Absolutely Whipped | Ron Weasley x Reader

Word Count: 1,987 words

Warnings: cursing

Requested: Can you do a Ron x Reader? Backstory doesn’t really matter but I feel like it be preferred if they were best friends before hand which I know is basic and generic but it’s cuuteee 🥺 @medioocremar

January 2nd, 1994. The Gryffindor Common Room. 8:54 am.

The sound of Ron angrily yelling out curse words at his fellow peers caught your attention, trying to make your way over to the red head, attempting to cover your reddening cheeks with your hand as you watched the furious red head snap his head to look at you at the sound of a gasp leaving your lips. Harry rests his arm on your shoulder, chuckling at the ginger who had just thrown a book at George. His twin brothers had slipped a drop of one of their test prank potions into his mouth while he was asleep, resulting in the bright pink hair covering his freckled face.

“Oh my...”

“I don’t think I am ever going to let him live this down,” Harry chuckled into your ear, following Weasley’s figure with his jade eyes letting out a content sigh as he saw him storm upstairs to the boys dormitories. He motioned at you to follow him, which you did gladly silently opening the door to their room letting out a yelp as you were met with Ron grabbing you rather hotly.

“Drop me right this instant, Billius-”

“Ron, let go of your little munchkin” The red head blushed as Harry exposed one of the many nicknames he called you, dropping your short frame onto the ground leaving your body crumpled on the floor leaving you to send daggers at him from your position on the floor. Harry rolled his eyes at his best friends actions, motioning towards the girl on the floor realization hitting the red head like a ton of bricks as he scrambled to pick you up giving you a sheepish grin. You smacked him on his shoulder, ignoring his wines as you focused your attention on the glaring color resting on his head. The 6′3 wizard plopped on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair.

“Sorry... thought you were George.”

“Yeah, yeah Weasley,”

“Do you have any idea about what I am suppose to do about this?”

“I think if I beg your brothers long enough, they’ll give me the reverse potion. If you don’t want to come out of your dorm, then you don’t have to. Harry and I could bring you food throughout the day,” You offered the tall ginger a smile, which he returned opening his arms for you to walk into. Your smile widened as you wrapped your arms around his shoulder swaying them back and forth relaxing into his warm embrace.

“Awww... group hug!” The black haired wizard teased, tackling the lot of us forcing us to fall forward onto Ron’s bed knocking the wind out of you, reaching behind you smacking the bespectacled boy shoving him off of you, “Ow. Why must you be so aggressive?”

“I’ll show you aggressive-”

“Wait no! I take it back!”

The only sounds that came from the room were the sounds of you uttering profanities at Harry, and the screams of terror leaving his lips as you threw anything and everything you could get your hands on. Just before you got the chance to throw a chair at the dark haired boy, the tall ginger wrapped his arms around your waist throwing you over his shoulder like you were a satchel. You whined trying to get him to let you down, which only resulted in the snickering from the duo as he held you firmly against him. A thought came to mind, sneaking your hand down and landing a harsh slap against his bottom smirking to yourself as you felt the Gryffindor practically throw you off of him thankfully Harry caught you instinctively, a pout on his plump lips his hand rubbing on the tender skin. You felt Harrys chest rumbling as laughter raked through his body, twirling around in his arms sending daggers at the wizard.

“I wouldn’t be giggling if I were you, Potter. You’re next-”

“No! You keep your hands to yourself-”

January 7th, 1994. The Library. 3:03 pm.

You let out a frustrated groan, tugging harshly at your hair as you tried to re-read the words written in front of you. That makes no sense. I swear to you there was no porcupine quills in the Draught of Peace, you thought to yourself angrily trying to control your breathing. A fellow blonde caught sight of the frustrated tears in your eyes, pushing away any doubt choosing to help you out. He checked to make sure no one was around to see the girl close to a breakdown, including peering in between a few books, but he knew it would be highly unlikely since many people were still in their last class of the day. The Hufflepuff took a seat across from you, almost not catching your attention if it weren’t for the styled hair no other kid in the school seemed to pull off, other than the infamous Cedric Diggory.

“Oh, hey Cedric! I didn’t know you had a free period today,”

“I wasn’t supposed to, but I injured myself yesterday so they gave me today off to get me to recover faster, but knowing Madam Pomfrey she just wanted me to relax.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. Well, if you’re getting a day off why are you choosing to spend it in the library? Not saying it’s a bad thing,” You questioned, scratching out another wrong list of potion ingredients cursing underneath your breath running your fingers through your messy curls. Your tired eyes looked up to lock eyes with the boy who was motioning down at your note filled parchment paper, “Oh this? I’ve been struggling in Snape’s class lately. It’s only been these past 3 or 4 classes, but it’s still infuriating,”

“I can help you, if you’d like?”

“Oh no, I couldn’t do that to you.”

“I swear, it’s not a big deal. Think of it as a favor for keeping me company on this lonely day.” You felt yourself nodding at his words, grinning at the small smile that made its way onto his pale cheeks. The next hour and a half you guys spent going over all the small mistakes you had made on your quizzes. The pair of you ended up spending up a good portion of it making silly jokes, and goofing off. In the end he happily assured you that it was nothing major. You felt a weight lift off your shoulders, leaning into your palm as he scribbled down a few tips and notes on the marked up assignment flashing you a smile. 

“You are a saint, thank you Cedric. How can I repay you? Name your price, I’ll do it.” 

“Oh it’s nothing, honestly-”

“Did I just hear... a hug? A hug, are you sure? Of course, Cedric. Anything for you,” You teased, hurriedly making your way around the table to wrap your arms around the Hufflepuff who just laughed at your antics, slithering his arms around your waist letting out a breath he had no idea he was holding in. You hastily pulled away from the warm hug, noticing a head of red hair making its way over to you giving him a wide smile.

“Hey, Ron! How was-”

“Diggory,” The red head stated his voice laced with jealousy, his nostrils slightly flared as he towered over the Hufflepuff who was currently seated setting his satchel on the library table his jaw clenched. Cedric’s smile was wiped off his face a teasing look in his eyes, choosing to brush past him making his way out of the library but not before flashing you a warm smile. You rolled your eyes at your best friend, shoving his shoulder playfully as he took the seat Cedric had previously been sitting in.

“I swear you turned green for a split second there-”

“That is not true,”

“Oh really, so that wasn’t Mr, I’m Jealous of the Handsome Triwizard Champion?.” You leaned down to meet his bright blue eyes, quirking an eyebrow at the stammering red head, “That’s what I thought,”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything”

“Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me tomorrow? I-I know we usually go with ‘Mione and Harry, but I thought it could just be the two of us. What do you say?” The red head blushed profusely his words spewing out, scratching at the back of his head as he avoided eye contact with you. You felt a blush creep up your neck, tucking a stray strand of hair behind you ear.

“Is this a date, Weasley?”

“Only if you want it to be,”

“I’d love to go with you to Hogsmeade.” You whispered, feeling your breath hitch at the heat radiating off of his hand as it cupped your cheek. Leaning further into his touch nearly choking on your breath as he closed the little space between the two of you, his breath fanning over your face. You could almost swear that if your heart was 1 beat faster it would send you into cardiac arrest.

“Then it’s a date,”

January 8th, 1994. The Courtyard. 9:15 am.

You had decided to dress up a bit for your so called date, feeling rather cute in your outfit as you looked around for the tall red head your eyes scanning every face you came in contact with. A tap on your shoulders caused you to spin on your heel coming face to face with a flustered Ron, nearly awing at the way he cleaned up for you. He had a nice dress shirt tucked into a pair of jeans, a worn jacket thrown over the outfit a beanie covering his red hair. You playfully fanned yourself at the sight of him, giggling at the blush that washed over his entire face. Holy heavens above, who let this absolute angel come into my life you thought to yourself, subconsciously biting your bottom lip. That little action didn’t go unnoticed by Ron, who felt his chest tighten at the sight of your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth.

“You look really nice, Ron,”

“I look like rubbish compared to you, You look absolutely breathtaking,” He blushed, taking a tentative step forward taking your hand into his much larger one. Everything seemed to slow down at you felt like getting lost in his eyes, giving the red head a cheeky grin as he pulled you into his embrace his toned arms holding you tightly. You let your hands trail up his torso, resting on his chest pressing your body into his tall frame. You could tell this boy was going to cause some serious neck problems in the near future, considering he grew at the rate and height of a magic beanstalk.

“Are you ready to go- oh, w-what are you doing?”

“Just a little something,” You breathed out using this opportunity to grab a hold of his jacket, tugging the Gryffindor close to you feeling his breath hitch as you wrapped your arms around his neck crashing your lips against his. The second your lips touched it felt like everything else had disappeared, and it was only you and Ron in a state of bliss. The red head tightened his grip around your waist hoisting you up enough so he could properly kiss you. He deepened the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh as you tugged at the ends of his hair.

“Oi lovebirds! Stop eating each other, let’s go,” The Weasley twins shouted unanimously at the pair, leaving the two of them flustered pulling away from each other hastily, you tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, your cheeks a bright shade of pink.

“We better go before they end up dyeing my hair next,” Ron let out a throaty laugh, which in turn made you giggle too eyeing the ginger who calmed down enough to offer your hand entwining your fingers together making your way over to your group of friends who were cat calling and whistling at the both of you. 

You thought that after years of chasing after the boy you had been crushing on since you bumped into him, after the Sorting Ceremony, finally being yours would feel special. This felt absolutely magical. The sight of the red head goofing around with his friends, that smile you loved so much spread across his face made your heart melt fiddling with the necklace strewn across your neck. Ron happened to look up from his current conversation with Harry flashing you a loving smile that twinkle in his eyes. Damn you Ronald Weasley, you have me utterly and positively whipped. 

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‘So this is love?’- Ron Weasley Headcannons!!

• Ron had met you since the very beginning of first year. He actually had met you on the train along with Harry and Hermione. You two were good friends from that moment on.

• He had asked you out in your 3rd year and shocking enough, you guys had somehow made it to your final year together. Now of course there were ups and downs and times you guys almost broke up, but there had always been something or someone to put you two back together.

• Ron was like your oxygen, and you were his. You two were never seen without each other, always attached at the hip. Along with the whole Lavender situation, she got the hint quite quickly that he was taken whenever she saw you with him time and time again.

• Him and the twins enjoy pulling small, stupid little pranks on you. Such as leaving a fake plastic spider in between your folded clothes and scare you once you go to put them on. Another thing they had done was swap you conditioner bottle and shampoo bottle.

• Him and his personality were quite easy to love. Now, sometimes not so much, but he definitely makes up for it when he is not entirely being a pain.

• His family quite likes you and wishes that you and Ron stay together and hopefully get married. His mother has always treated you as her daughter as she only has one and would have liked another after Ginny. Ginny likes you because you are another girl she can finally talk to about things and it isn’t awkward. She told you all about her crush on Harry and you pushed her to tell him about her feelings.

• You had been apart of the Weasley family the second you chose to be friends with Ron so expect the same treatment Ron and his other’s siblings get. George and Fred will prank you to no end, steal some food from your plate just to annoy you. Meanwhile Ginny and Percy treat you kindly. Percy doesn’t acknowledge you very much, but is still kind when he sees you around- giving a smile or a small nod when he walks pasts you. With Ginny however, it’s like your new sister. Makeup, Nails, hair, therapy sleepover sessions and all!

• Once Ron joined the quidditch team, you had shown up to every game he had played and he always wore a proud little smile every time he saw you with his jacket on.

• Smells like cinnamon, pumpkin candies, old spice and peppermint toothpaste.