Ronarry One Shots

Worship

Summary: Harry and Ron are in love and this fic is full of mush and fluff and sap because of it. There are truly no better words that will prepare you for what I have just written. None. Just know it was inspired by Take Me to Church by Hozier and written by a recovering Catholic who had way too much fun with this Bingo square and hasn't felt Catholic guilt in years.

Ships: RonWeasleyxHarryPotter

All credit goes to audisodd on Ao3

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🎶My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week🎶

Harry Potter was not a religious kid. The life he had lived was not a blessed one. His existence was cursed. It wasn't until he was 11-years-old and had met the most special boy on a train leading him to a world of magic away from the hell of Privet Drive that he started to believe in miracles and that Ronald Weasley was his very own. Though he didn't have great wealth or brand new things, Ron still offered everything he had to Harry from the start. By the end of their first year of Hogwarts, Ron had managed to make Harry's deepest desire for a family and home come to fruition.

It was now seven years later; they had won the war, eradicated Voldemort for good, and the future was theirs. Harry decided it was time to tell Ron the truth — that he was the god of Harry's universe and he wanted to worship him in every way, sing his praises until Ron finally believed him and saw how otherworldly he was, and please him until it sent him to heaven on earth and he came undone. He would send anyone who dare get in their way to the depths of hell.

🎶"We were born sick," you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen🎶

As it turned out, Harry wasn't the only one yearning to pray at the altar of his best mate's feet. It was a mutual spiritual connection that had been forged the very second green eyes looked into blue ones for the first time finally being affirmed and proselytized by the two who hadn't dared to go this far yet. There was no turning back now for they had converted their friendship into a relationship that transcended their souls into one divine entity. Ron said that he was a follower of the Church of Harry before Harry joined the Church of Ron and all their adventures proved it. Harry disagreed and argued that Ron had been his Chosen One since the day they met and he told Malfoy to get lost because he had no intention of leaving behind his newfound holy grail. It always ended in them two being blissed out, hands caressing the body-shaped temples of their places of worship. They always entered each other no matter what; thought it was only fair for both to fill and be filled.

🎶 Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life🎶

It was often a point of contention between the two lovers that they both knew the other one would die for him in a heartbeat without hesitation. Ron yelled that Harry did it to him once and it was the worst pain in his life that even Harry's resurrection could not erase.