mnstrcutie.bsky.social
She/he/they 🔞 NO MINORS!! 28, nsfw, problematic fanfic writer 🔞 proship, multifandom but mostly bnha
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listen to the other's heartbeat and the dark doesn't feel so scary anymore and they know that they'll never be alone again. AiDeku feels, yaknow?
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in that moment, wrapped around him in the tight space, holding him close, keeping him warm.
Idk, I just like the idea of them kinda being obsessed with each other and one of them catches the other and it leads to a very possessive, grateful, passionate fuck and then they just hold each other and
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squirreled away on campus so he can get inside and smell that familiar mix of coffee and ink and a musk that is purely Shouta because if Izuku can just breathe in that scent, then he knows that Aizawa is alive and well and still here. And he thinks, maybe, about how it would be if the man was there
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can be sure the kid keeps breathing and eventually the paranoia and the anxiety fade into a quiet appreciation for the way the moonlight hits the boy's face and how soft his curls are and how cute his soft snores sound.
And conversely, Izuku steals one of the many sleeping bags Aizawa has
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for cavorting in the library, but it's worth it. All of it was worth it.
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Ron grabs Harry's face, bringing his own down to meet in a rushed, slightly painful and very awkward kiss where Harry's skewed glasses dig into Ron's left eyebrow and he accidentally cuts Harry's lip on his teeth. They pull away just enough to give each other wild grins. They both receive detention
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steps ahead of everyone anyway. And you didn't...I figured we didn't talk about it, so...that was it."
"Bloody hell, I made a right arse of everything, didn't I?"
"Kind of. Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, you twat. I just found out that Harry Potter loves me back. As if anything else fucking matters!"
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prepare for the lake task—me. I was your hostage, er, the hostage for you."
"Yeah. Cuz I care for you the most. I thought it was kind of obvious. I was trying to get Cho and Diggory to help me hide it better, honestly, but the task made it pretty clear. At least to 'Mione, but she's always ten
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propositioned you?"
"No, I only thought he did. It was the egg thing, submerging it in water. The second task. He just didn't want a fellow schoolmate to be at a disadvantage."
"Bloody Hufflepuffs," Ron said, rolling his eyes, "But good on 'im, I suppose. Woulda be a shame to drown cuz you didn't
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like glue his mouth shut. Stupid.
"Yeah. Both. I sort of put two and two together somewhere between the heartbreak over my best friend abandoning me because he thought I put my name in the Goblet and the time I thought Diggory was propositioning me."
Ron winced at that, before bristling. "Diggory
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to hope.
"Cho caught me reading books on sexuality. Her and Diggory are the only ones who know that I've been having thoughts—it's not just thoughts. I, I'm um, er...bisexual, it seems."
"Oh. So, both teams then? Birds and blokes?" Ron asks for clarification before he can do something cleverer,
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face in Ron's chest like a cat, hard enough to make his glasses get skewed and creak in protest. Ron's shirt gets wet with tears as the redhead carefully returns the embrace. Harry's smaller body shakes slightly with tears and then laughter. Ron hold him tighter in response, unsure if he's allowed
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from the resulting rejection.
Except, Harry rises to his feet as well. So Ron braces himself for impact. Harry's not the violent type, but this whole thing would try anyone's patience. A blow is to be expected. It doesn't land though. Instead, Harry envelops Ron in the tightest hug, burying his
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And Ron rises to his feet after his impassioned speech dies down and the air is heavy with silence. He mentally prepares to run away, because he might have mustered up the courage to say all that but now all the fire in his heart is smothered and he feels like it's alright to be a coward and flee
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love him til he's...twice Dumbledore's age and then some! Until they're both bones and then dust and then distant memories. Until everything and everyone they know is gone. And after that too, whatever such a future looks like.
So there. He did what he set out to do and he can't be faulted for it.
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on the uptake to that list as well, but he'd move bloody mountains just to stay at Harry's side. And even if Harry doesn't want him and, and decides they can't be mates anymore, he's still gonna love him. If they stay friends or if Harry never wants to speak to him again, either way, Ron's gonna
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the man he wants to be is...Harry's. If...if he'll have him.
He knows he isn't a pretty Ravenclaw girl. He's gangly and pasty and his haircut is stupid and he has too many freckles and he's bad at studying and it's taken him years to realize he was in love with his best friend, so you can add slow
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the end of the school year. Ron has spent so much of his life waiting and waiting. To be acknowledged, to be prioritized, and he doesn't want to wait anymore. He wants to do something about it. Take a risk. Fight for what he wants, stand up for what he believes in, become the man he wants to be and
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that awful lake, cold and needy and confused. And that's why he's saying this all now. That and Hermione, of course, because he spent months hurting the two people he cares for most and she's the only one smart enough to see that this is the right time to say something. Before the last task. Before
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one thing had worked and he had spent most of the year feeling foolish and lonely and angry at the world. Bloody hell, Harry, he's splitting at the seams these days trying to stop his love from spilling out of every look and touch, every time he opens his mouth he chokes on it like he's still in
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frighten him or that Fleur's Veela charm had even remotely the same effect on him as one of Harry's smiles did or those cute little tears he gets in the corner of his eyes from laughing too hard, but Merlin's beard, he'd tried so hard to get Harry's attention away from Cho for even a moment and not
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Harry at events and marvel at the contrast of his snow white skin against Harry's sun-kissed brown skin, he wants to kiss Harry's lips behind the bushes even if they get caught by Snape or McGonagall. He wants to stop pretending like all those French girls do anything but confuse and somewhat
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painful and more perfect with each passing day because he wants, he wants Harry so deeply, so madly, so completely, and he didn't understand it at first or want to accept it, but the Yule Ball just proved it to him—he wants to spend every Christmas with Harry from now on.
He wants to dance with
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Harry to examine.
He talks about their friendship. What it meant to Ron. How it changed him for the better, how he can't picture a future anymore that doesn't involve Harry at its center. How he's plagued with dreams of touching him, holding him, loving him and they've grown more real and more
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boy's full attention while trying not to focus on the glisten of spit and sugar on Harry's lips. Ron swallows his nerves and his jealousy and his pain and starts speaking. He doesn't stop, doesn't let Harry get a word in edgewise until its all laid out bare, hovering in the air between them for
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waits patiently for her to come to him. Harry gets a soft goodbye and Ron receives a parting nudge and a quietly hissed "do something" before she's gone.
He owes it to her, he thinks, so he does something. He tugs the sugar quill out from where Harry's nibbling on it, silently asking for the other
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a dozen plans for the third task to try and set him up to survive. To win, even. They pour over textbooks and theorize what will happen, make strategies and contingencies, and then suddenly Hermione is leaving. She's excusing herself with a blush, Viktor's broad form standing off to the side as he
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That they couldn't set the task up with both Diggory and Harry trying to save Cho and Hermione was already the hostage for Krum. Ron was the only one left.
Hermione makes sure Ron doesn't keep drifting away, hiding, closing himself off. The two of them help Harry with jinxes and coming up with
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careless actions, his callous words, but she helps him feel less alone. Reminds him, as often as she can, that the second task was very clear. Ron was a hostage because he was deemed the most important to Harry. And that helps, a bit, even if the voice in his head says that he was just the back up.
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by Harry. Again. Who saved the younger Delacour too, for good measure even though he didn't have to because that's just who Harry is. That's who Ron fell in love with.
When he confesses that, not to Harry but to Hermione, their fractured friendship begins to mend. She's cross with him for his
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friends. It's a blur of dark days and poorly hiding his pain and when he's put under a spell, his mind is finally free to just drift. Thoughtless. A void in his head. The void breaks when his head crests over the lake water. He comes to after what felt like seconds and yet eons, cold and wet. Saved
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voice. He needs to put some distance between them. He doesn't want Harry to see him like this, bitter and sad and in love and miserable. He flees. He's getting better at running away these days.
And it's a mess, the next two months. He's angry and alone and he misses the past. Misses his two best
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them even in the privacy of his own mind for a single second feels like drinking knives and chasing it down with a cocktail of acid and salt.
So he tips back his drink with a growl, eager to fight someone or something soon, ignores Harry when he reaches out with a question in his eyes and a gentle
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strong guy who has everything he could want and that's much easier to get pissed off at some girl he hardly knows who chose Diggory over Harry and doesn't even care how it might make Harry feel. And he can't turn his anger to 'Mione or Harry either, because they don't deserve his ire and to hate
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says it then, that he has some feelings he wants to talk about with Harry. But his best friend looks over at Diggory and Cho with a look on his face that says he's lonely and Ron's chest burns. He turns his anger again toward Krum, inexplicably. Or maybe it can be explained. Because Krum is a big
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she finds him in the sea of students. Hopes he tells her what Ron didn't have the nerve to say—that she was too pretty and kind to waste her night on a broken-hearted loser in ancient robes.
There's a brief time when Harry and Ron are seated side by side, people-watching in silence. Ron almost
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disappointment on her face. He opens his mouth, fails to find the right words, and closes it. He manages a shrug, which makes her huff and stomp away, somehow graceful in spite of his nonsense. She deserved better. He thinks he recalls that she wanted to go with some Hufflepuff boy and hopes that
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is going to dance with her or get her a drink or do anything that a date is supposed to do but he can't answer her. His eyes focus on the pretty outfit she's wearing, one artfully chosen to complement her twin's and vice versa while still retaining its own unique style, and the mixture of anger and
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couples planning to sneak past the chaperones to go have their first kiss. Ron isn't even an afterthought this time and it is making him bitter and mulish. He plants himself in a spot and sips a drink he doesn't like while Padma (he's like 89% confident on this one) glares at him and asks if he
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And it's awful because they look good together. Their skin tones are a beautiful match and she's not too tall or short for Harry, either. But he keeps glancing over at Cho and Diggory. Not Ron. He has no reason to look at Ron. Especially now, of all times, when there is dancing and laughter and
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heart, to unpack any of that right now. Because Hermione is gorgeous—like always and yet not like ever before—while she dances and laughs with Viktor, who annoyingly might be a really decent guy, which is somehow better and worse than him being an arse.
And Harry danced with Parvati? Yes, Parvati.
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Ron and Harry. If he's honest, Ron still has a bit of trouble telling them apart, which is rather fucked up for a number of reasons. To be fair, he doesn't really know either of them that well even if he shares a house with one and he's currently being too much of selfish prick, nursing a wounded
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parchment and fresh ink and some kind of flower and she would ramble on about something league above his level of understanding so that he could just listen and let his mind grow quiet and not feel so alone and forgotten and ugly, and, and...
The Patil sisters say yes to a last minute request from
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right here, the whole time, patiently waiting for...for something to change! And it was changing all right, for the worse! And he was supposed to be able to turn to 'Mione for advice. He was supposed to be able to shove his face in her wild hair to hide his tears and smell her perfume of old
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whole bloody fucking school—family notwithstanding—not giving him a second fucking glance because he wasn't delicately pretty with a cute laugh and long hair or ruggedly handsome and strong, it was bloody awful because Harry and Hermione hadn't even known these two just weeks ago and Ron had been