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Romione and/or Hinny blog recs?(I have been desperately trying to claw my way back into the golden trio era of the fandom)

Hey, anon!

Sorry for the late reply, I’ve been working 14hr shifts and my sleep schedule is all kinds of messed up.

Anyways, I’d love to share some of my recs with you. Trust me, I know how it feels, and I hope you have a fun time checking out these blogs (I’ll also post some fics recs, separate post, because it’ll be a wee bit long 😅),

Romione Blog Recs:

@adenei @acnelli @azaleablueme @be11atrixthestrange @cheesyficwriter @katenoteight @honouraryweasley12 @remedialpotions @mertronus @bluegreenandpurple @redandbrown @my-patronus-is-a-champagne-glass @hillnerd @hillnerd-art @toorumlk @gurinpotte @giuls233 @abradystrix @edie-k @taurusmoonchild

*Rennervator [on ao3]

*RonsGirlFriday [on ao3] or @constitutionalweasleymonarchy

*insufferableknowitall [on ao3]

*reallybeth [on ao3] or @reallybeth9

*sm_jl [on ao3] or @voldemorts-tap-shoes

(Just note some are not as ‘active’ as before but they all have amazing fics/art/hc that they’ve shared.)

Hinny Blog Recs (I’m fairly new to reading Hinny and I’m hoping to write some more….so the rec list is a bit short, maybe they have some recs?)

@corneliaavenue-ao3 @ginnyw-potter @takearisk-xo @sweeethinny @starlingflight

I hope the rec lists does not overwhelm you, anon, but i do hope you check out their works because they are truly talented.

I know I’ve read many of their works (and possibly left many reviews…in which I ramble….oh gosh I do that a lot 🤦‍♀️ on their works) and seen lots of their fanart.

That being said I hope this helps you get back into Romione, Hinny (Golden trio era)

I’m happy you sent this anon and I wish you the best of luck! Also, remember to like, reblog and comment on their works, it’s a way to show your appreciation for all their hard work and dedication since we all know life can get hectic and writing fanfic isn’t always easy. 💕

[ps…. I’ll share a few fic recs that I enjoy and always find myself going back to. But on a different post since this one is a bit long, haha. ]

#all of this #romione #hermione and ron #ron weasley #hermione granger #ronmione #hermione x ron #ron x hermione #hinny #harry x ginny #harry potter #hp fanfic #romione fanfiction #fanfic recs

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redandbrown · 6 days

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This little Romione fic is for the HP Tortured Poets Flash Fest @torturedpoetsflashfest it’s a bit NSFW, because it’s Hermione missing Ron and the only way to cope is to indulge in self pleasure.

Inspired by TTPD: Guilty, as Sin?

Forever Guilty, of Sin <- ao3 or read below

She remembers it like it was just yesterday, she was alone inside the tent. It was a cold night, and she was sitting on the sofa while reading Beedle the Bard. Well…she was attempting to read to be more specific. It didn’t matter how many times she tried, her eyes kept betraying her. Drifting towards Ron’s empty bed, was she destined to keep on the false hope that somehow he would suddenly appear on his bed?

His departure had hurt her tremendously, but not as much as the way he spoke to her on that night. His voice had become colder than she’d ever heard before, even his beautiful eyes had shown betrayal.

It made no sense, how could he even think that she was interested in Harry? Not once had she ever thought of Harry in the same way she thought of him. Why couldn’t he understand that the reason she stayed was because they made a promise to each other. The promise they made in case either of them had doubt creeped into their minds, and caused them to believe they couldn’t continue on.

It was as if he felt she was cheating on him. Even though they weren’t together, if she had it her way they would’ve been together since the first night she went to Grimmauld.

Every time that she felt a cold gust of wind that came from the small opening of the tent flap, she’d have to restrain herself from whispering a ‘thank you’. As her mind would torture her with a moment in which Ron was still with her inside the tent. He was intent on keeping her warm…..from the horrid cold, not with…um…other ways. Not that she would’ve minded, that is.

In her memory, she was reading on her bed, when suddenly the coldness began to creep upon her skin, causing her to shiver. The plan she strategically put together was now falling perfectly into place. The moment she heard his low chuckle from his spot on the sofa, she had to bite her lip from smiling. It's a good thing it was dark inside of the tent if not Ron would probably see how flushed her face was. Would he tease her because of this, or would he find an even better way to get her flustered.

She could hear him making his way slowly to her, until she could feel the warmth emitting so close from him as he stood in front of her. Before she could say anything, Ron had taken off his jumper, that's when she glanced over at him.

Thank, Merlin, that she did because she would’ve missed seeing the thin line of red hair that would disappear underneath the waistband of his jeans, which probably went so close to his-

“Put this on, Hermione and don't be stubborn,” Ron spoke gently, effectively pulling her away from a fatal fantasy that was sure to take form in her mind and she didn’t think she could refrain from pulling a Lavender and jumping on him.

No, she wouldn’t do that because she could never be that girl that just takes what she wants, but then again why the Hell couldn’t she be that girl? It wouldn’t take much coaxing, but she didn’t want to risk her friendship because she wanted him to admit what they’ve both have been yearning for after so long.

She couldn’t confess her feelings to him, if anything Ron should be the one that makes the next move. Wasn’t he a master at chess, if so why didn’t he realize that it was his turn? Now more than ever she wishes to see his lopsided smile turn into a smirk, before saying checkmate in the most confident way possible.

That’s all she was waiting for him to do, but she wanted him to kiss her with such raw passion that it rivaled all those kisses that she’s read in those romance novels that she read. For research purposes, not like she actively read them….it was simply skimming the pages. There wasn't anything wrong with some light reading before bed. Even though she wouldn’t be able to sleep once she imagined them intertwined in such a loving and passionate embrace. Ron didn’t have to be a pirate in her fantasies, he was just fine the way he was. However, she wouldn’t mind him in his Quidditch uniform, as they sneak into the quidditch pitch and let him teach her all sorts of moves while up in the air.

Oh, wouldn't that be amazing? Yet, she could only indulge in the memories that blurred between fantasy.

Thinking about how his fingers slip underneath her skirt and trace her upper thigh, each time it would be a variation of her name. Until she felt his finger trace a four letter-word, which undoubtedly was the word, “mine”.

It was a travesty that she had to keep her longing locked away in a wretched vault when all she wanted to do was scream out his name. Was she destined to feel as if she was committing a guilty sin? Destined to be tucked away underneath her sheets, while her own hands trailed up and down her body in a practiced motion. While fantasizing that he was the one who was tracing her skin, and causing her labored breathing to increase tenfold. Having to keep herself from screaming his name, and giving in to the guilty pleasure was the most difficult thing to do. She wanted to think of something else, anything to keep from reaching the peak of her sweet but torturous release. Her body felt set ablaze and she had nobody to blame but herself, oh Merlin, she needed this but she couldn’t bring herself to say Ron's name out loud.

No.

She will not give him the satisfaction of this, he left and she wouldn’t give into this need that she has…at least not yet.

Trying to catch her breath, she tries to focus on the way the rain was beating against the outside of the tent, or the way the tent flap was starting to rustle furiously due to the wind. Anything, she needed something to distract her mind from twisting her memories of him with the fantasies that were supposed to be locked away in a vault inside of her mind. There was no use, whenever it came to him, even in her own bloody thoughts she didn’t have any control.

She was destined to this endless torture of longing for the one who had left all those weeks ago, destined to continuous silencing charms around her bed as she seeked her own relief. Destined in listening to her own labored moans while imagining that he was the one that traced her skin with his fingers.

“Fuck,” she whispered quietly, as she brought her fingers to her center, it was no surprise they were coated with her need…with her want for the one person who never managed to escape her mind. It was no use, there was no way to derail this, even if there was…she would happily be destined to this delicious torture of thinking about him.

Another memory flashed into her mind, it was a late afternoon, she was sitting beside Ron in front of the fire that he had just started, although his body gave her more warmth than the logs that were burning and crackling a few feet from them.

Was it possible that being so close to him could create a sense of calmness inside of her, it was as if everything was going to be fine. It felt like those summer nights she had spent with him at the pond by the Burrow, when nobody was around. For the time being it was as if they were the only ones in the world, that moment she knew what she was trying to deny herself for so long. The truth is that she loves Ron Weasley and there was nothing anyone could do to change her mind.

The way he looked at her, it made her feel like the only girl in the world…the only one in his life as a matter of fact. Having his full attention and not sharing it with anyone else was truly a blessing in disguise. Which is why she kept up their little game, neither of them looked away, it was like a test of wills. Who would back down first, which was difficult since they both are very stubborn and they both love a good challenge. His azure eyes would darken, and that alone would always cause a warm sensation to travel all through her body until it reached her center. Don’t get her started on the way she would get lost in trying to count the thousands of freckles that decorated his face. It was an impossible feat, but she wanted–no she needed to be the only one to know the correct answer as to how many freckles graved Ron’s face.

That thought made her wonder if she was bad or completely mad about him?

One thing for certain is that caution gets thrown straight into oblivion whenever he’s this close to her. At times even her entire vocabulary that she learned seemed to evade her mind and be replaced with just his name, Ron....nothing else, just his name and his alone. At times, it would also be her name, followed by his last name, hyphenated of course…not that she was looking so far ahead in the future. It was just a fleeting thought that crossed her mind, more often than not, if she was honest.

No matter how long they were in this stalemate, with neither of them looking away let alone moving away from one another. The outcome would always be the same, she was the first to back down from their little game. She would accept defeat with her chin raised high and make an excuse to go get firewood. When in reality she was thinking about Ron’s wo-

No. Stop.

She shook her head trying to rid the thoughts of him out of her mind. she couldn’t and wouldn’t even think of his name. Not after that night when she called out to him while trying to keep him from leaving while she did her best to not slip onto the muddy forest ground.

Yet, no matter how many times she scolds herself from thinking back to him, it was simply impossible. Once his name appeared in her mind, his silhouette began to take form in her mind…before she knew it she was fantasizing about all the ways he would make love to her…would it be love or lust? Was it a sin, if she wanted it to be both?

Was it a sin that she still indulges in self- pleasure? If so, then just add it to the list that had begun ever since the start of sixth year.

Merlin, she needed this more than anything in the world. She needed to feel his hands tracing each curve of her body, while his lips followed quickly behind. The feeling of his teeth digging into her skin, making her gasp louder than she was at the moment. Merlin, she needed Ron to whisper his own version of sweet nothings into her ear, all promises of the wicked things he would do to her. The sound of her name coming out from his mouth in a grunt or maybe a mixture of a groan. The possibilities were endless, and she wouldn’t mind taking her time and discovering all the different ways that he can call out her name.

Whether it was classified as a guilty sin, or not she didn’t care all she needed was a sweet release. Ron wasn’t here to help her come undone, so she had to take matters into her own hands…so with each fleeting memory that comes to mind she twists it to her own accord.

Blending her memories with wicked fantasies that caused her breathing to pick up again and her fingers to pump inside of her faster than before. It wasn’t until she clenched at the Weasley jumper that she had on, imagining she was clawing his freckled body as he gritted in both pain and pleasure, that she finally in what seemed like years ....whispered his name.

“Ron.”

In that moment she didn’t just see the stars, nor the constellation but the entire galaxy.

If this was a sin, then by all means she is happy to say that she would forever be guilty of indulging in her sins. Until the moment he comes back and helps her commit sin forever.

#hp the tortured poets fladh fest #romione #hermione granger #ron weasley #dh tent angst #harry potter #ronald weasley #romione fanfic #angst

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