Harry/Ron All are 100 words,
exactly, and given the nomenclature, these are about Ron and Harry as a
couple; in other words, they're slash. Please heed the occasional non-G
rating and don't read them if not interested. I was having so much fun
with the Ron/Draco ones, I joined yet another weekly drabbling
community,
harryron100 . I
tend to write one per weekly prompt. These are listed with the most
current first, older ones toward the bottom.
Title: Dancing Kings
Prompt: no prompt (writtten for
fellanuwua)
Rating:
PG
A/N: set in the
A
Trail of Persimmon universe (link is to an adult fic)
"Stop yanking my chain! This
is the green shirt, isn't
it?"
A sheepish grin settled on Ron's lips. "Yeah. Sorry to be a
git. C'mon, let's go."
Harry swatted Ron's arse before Apparating to the club where, four
months prior, Ron had shocked Harry to his core by revealing his
affections for him. He'd dropped hints everywhere, but Harry'd
been incredibly thick and oblivious.
They danced in the sweaty crowd, gyrating to the throbbing music, never
leaving each other's orbits of bumping hips and clutching
hands.
"You're brilliant!" Ron yelled ebulliently.
"Happy Anniversary!" Harry shouted back before stealing a
kiss.
..:~:..
Title: The Pain of Partnership
Prompt: Fence
Rating: R (language) A/N: accompanying
drabble to my
If Ever Two Were One story, set within
wolfiekins' First
Moon universe.
Ron and Harry tread gingerly along the peripheral Preserve path, Ron
occasionally placing his hand on the tall fence to steady them. After a
night of romping around the nearby forest as Sienna and Blackpaw, the
next morning's inevitable metamorphosis had been as brutal as ever.
They'd learned to force themselves to walk around, despite the
discomfort and limping; it worked out some of the soreness.
Ron paused, leaning back against the fence, comforted when Harry sank
against him into his arms. He couldn't have let Harry do this alone, but
he had to admit being a werewolf fucking
hurt.
..:~:..
Title: Wilted
Prompt: Heat
Rating:
NC-17, though there's not exactly action going on
A/N: A
sequel to
wolfiekins'
scorching drabble
here.
Ron couldn't stop his eyes closing instinctively as Harry's fingers
meandered through his wiry pubic hair. At last Harry's hand settled
comfortably around his trapped, quiescent cock. Stretching back into the
hammock, Ron eased up his hips and spread his legs, allowing Harry's
questing fingers more access. It was really too hot to have sex, and
while they'd been healed, Ron's knees still had the shadow of bruising
from his and Harry's somewhat drunken, well-intended attempt at
hammock-shagging.
"Too hot to shag," Ron said plaintively, turning his head to
kiss Harry chastely on the lips. "Skinny dipping sounds great,
though."
..:~:..
Title: Observations, Large and Small
Prompt: Large
Rating:
PG-13 Warning: rather fluffy, especially for me
A/N:
basically set the morning after
A Trail of Persimmon
Harry shook his head, still in disbelief.
"What is it?" Ron asked, nuzzling the tender spot just next to
Harry's ear.
"I can't believe how big of an idiot I've been. So
clueless."
"Yeah, it was a bit stunning how vastly unaware you
were."
"Hey, you're not supposed to agree," Harry said
sulkily.
"At least you finally came around," Ron soothed, leaning over
to place his lips on Harry's.
Harry moaned softly as Ron opened his mouth, welcoming Harry's tongue
inside. The wide world faded away as Harry succumbed to Ron's cherishing
kiss, in the sheltering bower of Ron's arms.
..:~:..
Title: Obsession
Prompt: Bone
Rating: PG-13
(innuendo) A/N: I was thinking this is in my
A Trail of
Persimmon universe, but it's pretty vague. It's just H/R. ;)
"I'm really beginning to wonder about you," Ron said
good-humouredly as Harry rubbed his ankles. "This fascination with
my feet is a bit odd."
"It's not your feet," Harry insisted, his thumbs massaging the
prominent bones. A lustful look settled on his face. "It's your
ankles. You drive me crazy when you walk around barefoot. It makes me
think of your legs, which makes me think of your thighs, then I think of
the treasure between them and then it makes me all hot and bothered and
then—"
"Then you'd better get up here and kiss me," Ron
rumbled.
..:~:..
Title: The Giver
Prompt: Blind
Rating: PG
A/N:
Fling Wide
the Whirlwind universe
When Ron awoke, his senses were overwhelmed by voracious thirst; he was
sightless, held in thrall with need. Ron moaned, a desperate low
noise.
"I'm here. Scoot over," Harry demanded gently, lying prone
next to him.
The warm, intoxicating scent of blood pulsing just under Harry's skin
was maddening. Ron took a deep, tangy breath, his fangs quickly
descending as he suckled against Harry's neck. They sighed together when
Ron pierced him. Colours and cognizance and rich, heady
Harry
coursed into Ron's mouth, a love-infused guerdon that restored him to
vibrancy.
Once sated, Ron healed him with a grateful kiss.
..:~:..
Title: A Tale of Valour
Prompt: Vendetta
Rating: PG (wee bit 'o
language and innuendo)
Category/Warnings: overuse of the letter
'v'
A/N: The person suggesting the prompt offered virtual awards to
the drabble that had the most uses of the letter 'v' in it. This is
rather cracktastic, given Ron and Harry's overly-vibrant vocabulary. The
drabble contains no fewer than 24 'v's.
When Harry unveiled himself at the foot of Ron’s hospital bed, Ron
voiced a hoarse, victorious whoop.
"How’s your vision?" Harry asked worriedly, rubbing Ron’s feet
above his sheet and looking at Ron’s swollen left eye.
"Never better," Ron replied, avoiding the obvious. "Draco
thought I’d just vanish or something vapid, but I gave him a bloody
vicious thrashing."
"My brave Gryffindor," Harry said, vowing revenge to himself.
"May I?"
Ron nodded as Harry crawled on the bed, avidly viewing the
slowly-elevating bulge above the vee of Ron’s legs. "What a
travesty," Harry murmured, kissing Ron's variegated bruise.
"I’ll survive."
..:~:..
Title: untitled
Prompt: Heaven
Rating: G
Ron sat on the couch, Harry half-dozing in his lap. Their modified
Muggle radio was on, some wizard crooning softly in the background as
Ron took a sip of scotch. His belly was content, pleasantly full from
the dinner Harry had ingeniously put together. It had been an uneventful
evening, really; no sex, though they'd squeezed each other's hands a
couple of times in passing, and Harry had placed a tender kiss on the
back of Ron's neck as he'd struggled with the crossword.
Ron smiled.
If there is an afterlife, he thought,
I reckon it's a lot like
this.
..:~:..
Title: A Sanguinary Sorrow
Prompt: Hell
Rating: PG
A/N:
Fling Wide the Whirlwind
universe
"Are you sure about this? You're so weak," Ron said. The
dulled pain of watching family and friends grow old was suddenly acute,
like a healing wound freshly reopened.
"I am. That one memory's always stayed vivid," Charlie
replied, his voice tremulous with age. "I know I won't be around
much longer. Give an old man his kicks," he said with a shaky
smile.
Ron nodded, lying down next to him, Charlie's white hair shorn close to
his head. As Ron feasted on the slowly pulsing blood, he cursed his
hellish life: Harry, gone for decades; Ron's death, forever
distant.
..:~:..
Title: Anticipation
Prompt: Dumbledore
Rating: PG (innuendo)
A/N:
Never Break the Chain universe
Ron sat against a tree, reveling in Harry's weight settled in his lap.
Harry slowly spun the silver links around Ron's wrist, smiling softly at
it before looking at Ron.
"So what did Dumbledore say?" Ron asked, moving his arms so he
could intertwine his fingers against the small of Harry's back.
Harry shook his head, leaning in to place a kiss on Ron's lips.
"You know I can't tell you that," he said against Ron's mouth.
"You were amazing last night. Thank you."
Despite himself, Ron blushed. "Think that's you, mate. My turn
next."
"Can't wait," Harry said huskily.
..:~:..
Title: Sanguine Succulence
Prompt: Time (though it also incorporates
'blood' from last week's prompt)
Rating:
NC-17
A/N:
Fling Wide the Whirlwind universe
Everything slowed in these moments.
Despite the charging of Ron's heart, thudding insistently against his
ribs as Harry sucked, laved, tormented and in every manner worshipped
his cock, it seemed as though any conventional marking of time was
laughable. The passing of each second could only be measured in aching
thrusts, his blood-stiffened shaft pulsing into the erotic indecency of
Harry's swollen mouth.
Only one thing could now complete this most intimate of acts. Ron shoved
away, gasping, offering his arm as Harry looked up, pruriently licking
his own lips. When Harry feasted, nuzzling the warm vein, Ron came,
shouting.
..:~:..
Title: An Intimate Banquet
Prompt: Blood
Rating: NC-17 A/N:
Fling Wide the
Whirlwind universe
It thrums around him, a fevered, thundering pulse as Ron's body is
plundered. Harry's eyes are glazed, seeing something beyond Ron, a vista
or interior landscape known only to himself as he thrusts again and
again.
Ron senses the change, can see the fiery tattoo speed to its highest
pitch, the vein bulging at the side of Harry's neck. Swirling scents of
sweat and musk fill his nose, but it's the succulent, rich aroma
underneath that brings Ron to the edge.
Harry gasps jaggedly, his release pouring into Ron as Ron sets his
fanged mouth to Harry's neck and feasts.
..:~:..
Title: The Connoisseur
Prompt: Indecent
Rating: R A/N:
Fling Wide the Whirlwind
universe
Indelible ink feathers spread wide and full, fanning
protectively,
Nestling in broad strokes across a scarred,
familiar back.
Deep in thought, he bites down on his lip;
such rosy, tempting flesh that ought to be kissed.
Eyes
unable to draw away, watching muscles ripple as he stretches
Cat-like, colours shimmering on taut skin, begging Ron's touch,
the thought causing an
Erection, trapped rudely against too-tight denims. There will be
remedies; delicious, slick licks and rubbing groins.
Now a
moan escapes and Harry turns, surprised, the expression transforming to
eager hunger
That blooms into a feast, succulent as mouths
crush together.
..:~:..
Title: Sweet Little Lies
Prompt: Deception
Rating: R
A/N:
Never Break the Chain universe
Ron had barely crossed the threshold into the classroom when he was
pushed against the wall. Slicked lips feasted on his as his aroused
captor began rubbing against him, making needy, desperate moans into
Ron's open mouth. Ron kissed back fervently, grabbing Harry's narrow
arse to pull their groins as close as possible. He groaned at the
delicious sensation of the robes-covered bulge rocking into his
own.
"What did you tell Hermione?" Harry said, gasping for breath
as he pulled away.
Ron grinned crookedly, enjoying the flushed, expectant look on Harry's
face. "Some tripe about extra study. Works every time."
..:~:..
Title: Wishful Thinking
Prompt: Wish
Rating: G
A/N:
Fling
Wide the Whirlwind universe
At the door to their room, Ron paused, uncertain of what he would find.
Harry, certainly; Ron had opened his mind and knew his bondmate was
inside, brooding. Ron silently cursed their destructive, anger-driven
wild magic exchange.
He wished more than ever he'd never been Made a vampire.
He knocked. Harry bade him come in.
The room had been transfigured to replicate their common room; Harry
wore a t-shirt and boxers, looking so similar to his school-aged self
that Ron's heart ached. He sank down, draping an arm over his
beleaguered beloved.
"Hey there," he said tenderly. "This is
nice."
..:~:..
Title: It's The Thought That Counts
Prompt: Surprise
Rating:
G
A/N:
Fling Wide the Whirlwind universe
Harry and Ron stood looking at the vase on the table, its dense sprigs
of cellophane and sugar glowing luridly despite the moonlight.
"Well, that's a bit of a surprise," Ron said darkly, unable to
stop grimacing at the gift. According to the note, it was from a someone
— a female someone — who was secretly passionate about
vampires, and Ron in particular.
"Oh, c'mon," Harry said, grinning broadly. "It's not just
anybody who's such a fan that they'll send a whole bouquet of
blood-flavoured lollipops."
Ron scowled. "If she was a real fan, she would've sent Cannons
tickets."
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