Recipient: ragdoll Prompt: Tonks/Any Weasley sibling; "redheads are hotter than stuffy old werewolves any day" Word Count: 594 (I fail) *sheepish* Rating: PG Warnings: A bit of Remus-bashing
I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously arrived, green and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.
Tonks slammed the book shut. It was bollocks, all of it, designed to convince girls that if you waited around long enough, the stupid prick would finally get his head out of his arse and realise that you were perfect for him. But what if he never did? What if you wasted your life waiting for someone who you were perfect for but who was all wrong for you?
What if…She buried her head in her arms. She’d never thought she would be the sort of girl who sat alone in a pub, mourning her lost love, reading stupid novels-and ones written by virgins who had been dead for centuries at that-for
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That's great! Yay for Tonks. And I like that she's moping with a gothic novel, and blows it all away for a shag with Charlie. And your Charlie is sweet.
I swear, Gothic novels should be classified as Dark magic. Especially for lovelorn young (or even not-so-young) women. Good for Tonks for breaking its spell.
*squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!* You know I love your writing any day of the week, but writing Tonks/Weasleys for me? I want to marry you and have your babies. ♥ ♥ ♥
This is even better than I could've imagined! Thank you, thank you, thank you! (I am beginning to think those cats can read given how clever they were at matching up people to prompts!)
Aww, that was lovely! Drowning sorrows in romance novels (love the line about the long-dead virgins!), and finally seeing that Charlie's advances were heartfelt... perfect!
Prompt: Tonks/Any Weasley sibling; "redheads are hotter than stuffy old werewolves any day"
Word Count: 594 (I fail) *sheepish*
Rating: PG
Warnings: A bit of Remus-bashing
I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously arrived, green and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.
Tonks slammed the book shut. It was bollocks, all of it, designed to convince girls that if you waited around long enough, the stupid prick would finally get his head out of his arse and realise that you were perfect for him. But what if he never did? What if you wasted your life waiting for someone who you were perfect for but who was all wrong for you?
What if…She buried her head in her arms. She’d never thought she would be the sort of girl who sat alone in a pub, mourning her lost love, reading stupid novels-and ones written by virgins who had been dead for centuries at that-for ( ... )
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This is even better than I could've imagined! Thank you, thank you, thank you! (I am beginning to think those cats can read given how clever they were at matching up people to prompts!)
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love, lore
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