#quillsfics

75: Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing (+bonus forehead kiss bc ur author is  w e a k) 

The new Weird Sisters new song is such a tune, Ron thinks to himself, absently tapping out the rhythm on their bed frame whilst he waits for Hermione to finish up her writings and come to bed. They really outdid themselves this time, they did.

“Ron?” Hermione’s voice interrupts his thoughts- a shame, he thinks sadly. He was just getting to the chorus.

“Yeah?”

“Could you stop that tapping, please? It’s really distracting.” 

Ron huffs. “You said you were gonna be finished half an hour ago. Can’t help it if a guy gets bored.”

Hermione doesn’t reply, too busy scratching away at some parchment with her fancy quill. 

Ron doesn’t like to think of himself as an unreasonable person. He understands that Hermione’s job requires a lot of time and effort, and what kind of husband would he be if he didn’t fully support her in all of her goals and ambitions? He’s not unreasonable. He might describe himself as semi-reasonable. On a good day. 

Which is why, when Hermione next pauses to dip her quill in ink, Ron jumps up and crosses the room in one fluid motion. He takes Hermione’s wrist in his grip before she has a chance to return quill to parchment, using the momentum to spin her on the chair and bring their lips together. 

The effect is instantaneous; Hermione relaxes into his grip, mouth falling open against his as he deepens their kiss. She still holds the quill in her grip and Ron can’t even find it in himself to mind that he now has ink on him when he feels her smile into the kiss. 

They break away slowly, as if reluctantly, and Hermione’s eyes stay closed for a beat after they’ve parted. 

“Come to bed.” says Ron gently, lightly tugging her wrist.

The quill in her hand is given a long, considering look before Hermione eventually acquiesced, dropping her gaze to her writings and sighing. “I really should take a break, anyway. This just isn’t going anywhere.”

Things with him and Hermione go back to normal for a while. Or, their version of normal, anyway.

And then Hermione brings with her some news that makes Ron realise nothing will ever be normal again.

Well. It's been a while but... Ta da! Finally finished. The only part of this I actually had written from my first draft (way back in 2015, oh boy) was the last 2,000 words at the very end and I did not realise how much more I would need in order to make it a functioning, flowing story, so... Sorry for the wait! But here it is, I hope you like it!

And to anyone who has been reading this story from the beginning: I really appreciate the support and I hope the massive gaps between chapters weren't too distracting!

Ron believes in love, and he also believes in all the things that his parents taught him- commitment, hard-work, and bringing the best out in each other. Love is supposed to lead to all those things, but in the case of him and Hermione, it only led to pain.

They're still friends, of course, but they don't exactly act like friends do. Friends don't look at each other the way Ron and Hermione look at each other. Friends don't care for each other the way Ron and Hermione care for each other. And friends definitely, definitely do not kiss each other the way Ron and Hermione kiss each other.

A/N: Not that I know how it happened but- this is a jewel thief AU in which Bill and Fleur (and everyone else in HP) are part of a secret thieving society run by Kingsley. With no plot and very little exposition, please enjoy! Who knows, I may even re-vist this universe in the future ;)

Bill waits impatiently in the dark alcove a few blocks away from where their target lies. He’d ran here, their rendezvous point, after securing the building as per their plan, but is starting to seriously regret it.

He doesn’t need to check his watch to know they’re over schedule but he does anyway. Two minutes and thirty two seconds. Bill exhales through his nose slowly, trying to calm the panic that rises in him. Due to Kingsley’s insistence, they always allow for five minutes of insurance time- time that is currently fading faster than the Chudley Cannon’s hope of ever making it back into the league.

Due to Fleur’s insistence, Bill has been sworn to wait three minutes before going after her. Technically, as per the rules of the OOTP, they’re supposed to abandon one another if there’s a risk of getting caught, but Bill and Fleur had agreed from the start that under no circumstances would they flee whilst the other was in danger. Bill might feel worse about this unorthodox violation of the Order- if it weren’t for the fact that no other groups seem willing to follow it either. Harry, Ron, and Hermione alone are as inseparable as a three headed dog and Bill knows with certainty that Ginny, Neville, and Luna aren’t much better.

They’re also supposed to work in teams of three- bit for Bill and Fleur it’s not an issue. Bill is the break-in expert, and Fleur is the operation manager, and that’s how they function. They’ve never needed a third member for simple heists, and whenever they have found themselves facing a bigger enemy, Charlie has always been amenable to stepping in for a job or two.

Eyes on his watch, Bill counts down the seconds remaining until he can double back to get to Fleur, but before he can he hears rapid footsteps approaching from around the corner and his wand is out, ready.

A swan flies forward ahead of its owner and Bill lets out a sigh of relief before conjuring his own patronus to meet it. It’s a pretty failsafe way of guaranteeing one another’s identity, and one Bill and Fleur have used many times before.

“What took you so long?” Bill asks as Fleur comes jogging around the corner. She doesn’t slow down, just sparing a second to shoot him an irritated look, before he gets the message and joins her.

They’re still too close to their location, and the clock is ticking.

Once they’re a safe distance away, Fleur slows down enough for them to run companionably side by side. They’re not clad in all black as most thieves probably would choose to, instead dressed in muggle running gear, all the better to blend in and make a speedy escape with.

“Where’s the jewel?” Bill asks as they turn another corner.

“Already at base.” Fleur replies. Bill knows he must look shocked, because the corners of Fleur’s mouth turns up into a grin. “You weren’t expecting me to bring it out with me were you? Just where would I be able to hide the world’s biggest gem on my person? These pockets can barely fit chapstick.”

That makes sense, Bill registers dimly. Their escape plans are always a little less rigid than their entry ones- with so much liable to change Bill finds it can be a hindrance rather than a help- but he’d always assumed the jewel would be carried on person. 

“So how did you-”

Now Fleur really does look smug. “Object portkey. Took a little longer than I’d expected, but it appears to have worked, if the patronus message I received on the way here was any indication.”

Portkeys made specifically to transport objects instead of people are far easier to create, but that doesn’t mean it’s not highly advanced magic. 

“Impressive.” Bill says, letting just a hint of admiration into his tone.

Fleur laughs lightly, feigning nonchalance. “Shut up and run.” she says, moving slightly ahead of him.

A/N: duuuuuuuuuuuude this is,,, v,,,, v romione thank u

Ron/Hermione - “After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

The sun is bright and comforting where it soaks her skin, the grass soft and freshly mowed beneath her. The war has been over for a few weeks now, though it’s only just starting to feel that way to Hermione.

Beside her, Ron sneezes as a bumblebee flies by them. Hermione laughs, her chest rising and falling alongside Ron’s, the both of them laid side by side in the rare British heat. Ron is smiling at her- one of his proper smiles, the kind that have become less and less common over the past year or so; it’s a relief to see it on his face again and Hermione can’t contain the swell of affection that rises in her chest when that smile is directed at her.

“I love you.” she tells Ron, whispering the words in the breath between them.

Ron’s fingers abruptly playing with her hair and his posture goes rigid. “You do?” he asks, very, very quietly.

Hermione frowns and turns around slightly to better face him. “Of course I do. Honestly Ron, after everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“I... didn’t expect you to say it so soon.” he admits, resuming the motion of curling Hermione’s hair around his finger. 

Hermione huffs, but she’s impatient at the worst of times and she really, really doesn’t feel like waiting any longer. “Well?”

“Well what?”

“Are you going to say it back?” her voice is icy and her words are cutting, but Hermione doesn’t care. Her mood has changed suddenly; like the sun, her happiness has been covered by a cloud. She adjusts her position in order to meet Ron’s eyes and stares at his face, growing redder with every passing second. “Well?” she demands again.

“I... do you want me to?”

Well. That hadn’t been the answer she was expecting. “If you do, then yes. Of course I do.” 

“Oh.” Ron says quietly. Hermione leans back into his embrace, turning so that her back is against his chest, and tries to ignore the sting of tears in her eyes. It’s a few moments before Ron speaks again. “Well then, I love you, Hermione.”

Hermione turns her head sharply. “You do?”

Ron rolls his eyes. “Really? After the lecture you just gave me about not believing you?” he tuts at her, shaking his head in an ostentatious manner. Hermione would find it irritating if it wasn’t so damn endearing. “Of course I do.” Ron says, softer this time, planting a kiss on the top of her head. 

“Do you know what day it is?” 

Hermione turns around from where she’s sat facing the forest and gives him a scrutinising look. Ron chances a smile at her before judging it safe to sit down.

They’ve struck something of a tentative balance these last few weeks; Hermione’s anger has abated somewhat, and although she’s still far from friendly towards him, their interactions have progressed towards cordial.  

Hermione purses her lips. “I don’t.” she says quietly, hugging her knees closer to her chest. 

“I’ve been trying to keep track of the days, since... y’know. And, well, I reckon today’s February 14th.” 

For a minute, she doesn’t respond. Seemingly focused on picking at the frozen blades of grass at her feet, she doesn’t look up to meet his gaze. Ron tries his best not to let the disappointment he feels wash over him; after all, what did he expect?

“Valentine’s day.” Hermione says, as if it needed further explanation. Her voice sounds softer somehow, and a treacherous burst of hope flares up in Ron’s chest.

“Yeah.” 

The silence that falls isn’t entirely uncomfortable- Ron watches as Hermione draws small hearts into the dirt with her index finger, all the time thinking about how easy it would be to just reach out and take her hand in his own...

“And that’s relevant because?” Hermione’s voice has taken on that cold tone again, slashing through the silence like ice.

Ron blinks. “I, uh- I just thought you might like to know.”

“Why?” she challenges. Her face has lost the blank facade it’s always tailored to within his presence; right now Hermione’s expression is all too open and vulnerable, letting him see her unguarded for the first time since he left. 

“Because I... Because...” Ron pauses, searching around for the right words. He’s not about to tell her he loves her- not here, not now, not like this. Not when there’s no way she could allow herself to say it back. No, a love confession at this moment wouldn’t be fair to either of them, and if there’s one thing Ron owes Hermione, it’s that. 

He won’t tell Hermione that he loves her. He could; it would be so easy, when she’s looking up at him with the closest thing to tenderness he’s known in a while, biting down on her lip and searching his face desperately. 

Unthinkingly, Ron reaches a hand up to brush a lone eyelash from her cheek. It’s only through her wide-eyed expression and the warmth he feels on his palm that he realises he hasn’t moved away. 

Cupping her jaw gently, Ron strokes his thumb over her cheek, watching with reverence as her eyes close under his caress. 

In all the time that comes afterwards, Ron will forever wonder what would have happened if he’d kissed her in that moment. 

Instead, he draws his hand back to his side. Hermione’s eyes flutter open and her brow furrows. “Ron, what-”

It’s the first time she’s used his name since that initial night.

“You had an eyelash on your cheek. Sorry.” he explains quickly. For a second, he imagines he sees her face fall, but then it’s back to that perfectly composed, cold demeanor.

“That’s all?” She asks, and Ron understands it both as a question and a dismissal. 

“No,” he admits quietly. Hermione turns to him inquiringly, but Ron shakes his head. Frowning, she turns away again, still stealing glances from the corner of her eye. Ever so slowly, Ron leans forward until his lips are pressed softly against the smooth skin of Hermione’s cheek. 

“Happy Valentine’s day, Hermione.” he whispers. 

ok so the last one was just romione works (n can be found here!!) but i wanted to make a post with /all/ the fic i’d written this year so i can have it all in one place (and also have a goal to beat next year!!)

total word count for fic published in 2016: 50,264

ROMIONE

DRABBLES

Bleeding (280 words)

Late (382 words)

Friends (452 words)

Beautiful (524 words)

Next Time (531 words)

1000+ WORDS

Look at How Far We’ve Come (1,011 words) tumblr

Ron and Hermione from their first Christmas together to their most recent. (Fluff, Slight Hurt/Comfort)

What I Love About You (1,130 words) ffnet | ao3 | tumblr

Hermione Granger has made a lot of decisions in her lifetime. But this- well, this may just be the hardest one yet. (Fluff)

Christmas Troubles (1,356 words) tumblr

Granger-Weasley fluff with appearances from the rest of the Weasleys at a hectic Christmas time! (Fluff)

Hey Little Bump (1,903 words) ffnet | ao3 | tumblr

Inspired by the prompt:  “Ron coming home from an auror mission while Hermione is pregnant and he talks to the baby while he thinks that Hermione is asleep but she actually hears everything.” (Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

Moving and Miscommunicating (2,281 words) tumblr

You’d think after seven years these two would get better at communicating, but no. Ron and Hermione are on the same page after all- turns out they’re just reading different books. (Slight Angst, Fluff)

Shine a Light Into The Wreckage (2,288 words) ffnet | ao3 | tumblr

Hermione has a bad day and Ron tries all that he can to help. Sometimes that’s not enough. (Angst)

MULTICHAPTER

The World is Broken (9,673 words) ffnet | ao3

AU set during the Malfoy Manor/Shell Cottage chapters of Deathly Hallows that explores what would have happened if Bellatrix had taken Ron up on his offer when he yelled out “No! Keep me, you can have me!”  (Angst, Hurt/Comfort)

OTHER HP

SCOROSE

Perfection is Often Imperfect  (722 words) ao3 | tumblr

HINNY

Time (406 words) tumblr

JESSICA/TRISH (JESSICA JONES)

All Those Scattered Dreams (1,412 words) ao3 | tumblr

Jessica really needs to learn to let her guard down, something that's always been marginally easier with Trish around. (Hurt/Comfort)

Falling Asleep (647 words) tumblr

Inspired by the prompt: “Trishica waking up after accidentally falling asleep in each other's arms.” (Fluff)

LES MIS

ENJOLTAIRE

Like a Kiss Which Falls (4,582 words) ao3

Grantaire has an anxiety attack and Enjolras does his best to help. ft. Grantaire's shitty self-esteem, Enjolras' obsession with forehead kisses, not-quite-secrets, and copious amounts of cuddling. (Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)

Erasing Statues (4,967 words) ao3

Enjolras and Combeferre have an argument; Enjolras seeks comfort within Grantaire. ft. an awkward Grantaire, Joly and Bossuet being Awesome Friends™, a pizza, and bed-sharing. (Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)

In Cups of Coffee (8,316 words) ao3

Enjolras and Grantaire's developing relationship, as told through the many different times they get coffee together. ft. pining, coffee, Enjolras falling slowly but surely in love, heaps of physical affection, and more coffee. (Fluff)

COURFERRE

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts (2,901 words) ao3

As an understudy, Courfeyrac has to fill in for a main role when one of the actor's breaks their ankle. Combeferre helps him control his nerves. ft. pining, excitable characters, a whole lot of smiling, and Courfeyrac's favourite type of flower. (FLUFF)

ENJOLRAS/COMBEFERRE/GRANTAIRE

Love is Not Time’s Fool (3,974 words, WIP) ao3

Mini snippets of Enjolras, Combeferre, and Grantaire's relationship together. ft. excessive amounts of cuddling, an overworked Combeferre, Planet Earth II, and happiness. (Comfort, Fluff)

JEHANPARNASSE

The Starry Sky Above Me (516 words) tumblr

ok so bc this was suggested by the @romioneawards blog and bc i just rly like the idea of having a complete list of everything i wrote in 2016, here’s a completed list of all (romione) fanfic i published in 2016 (i was going to do all fandoms combined but i’ll probably make a second post for non-romione works for the sake of convenience) 

(total word count for romione fic in 2016: 21,811 words)

<1000 words

Bleeding (280 words)

Late (382 words)

Friends (452 words)

Beautiful (524 words)

Next Time (531 words) 

>1000 words

Look at How Far We’ve Come (1,011 words) tumblr

Ron and Hermione from their first Christmas together to their most recent. (Fluff, Slight Hurt/Comfort)

What I Love About You (1,130 words) ffnet | ao3 | tumblr

Hermione Granger has made a lot of decisions in her lifetime. But this- well, this may just be the hardest one yet. (Fluff)

Christmas Troubles (1,356 words) tumblr

Granger-Weasley fluff with appearances from the rest of the Weasleys at a hectic Christmas time! (Fluff)

Hey Little Bump (1,903 words) ffnet | ao3 | tumblr

Inspired by the prompt:  “Ron coming home from an auror mission while Hermione is pregnant and he talks to the baby while he thinks that Hermione is asleep but she actually hears everything.” (Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

Moving and Miscommunicating (2,281 words) tumblr

You’d think after seven years these two would get better at communicating, but no. Ron and Hermione are on the same page after all- turns out they’re just reading different books. (Slight Angst, Fluff)

Shine a Light Into The Wreckage (2,288 words) ffnet | ao3 | tumblr

Hermione has a bad day and Ron tries all that he can to help. Sometimes that’s not enough. (Angst)

Multichapter

The World is Broken (9,673 words) ffnet | ao3