#domestic hinny

[gmwpluvr]

i am such a mess for post-war, domestic hinny

harry who would come home after nearly dying in a mission to ginny and the kids and they all cuddle together in front of the fire

ginny running to catch her kids and harry in a hug after winning a quidditch match

harry making sure to be there at all of her games, events, and later press conferences (no.1 ginny weasley fan)

ginny making harry's birthdays a big deal because she knows that he grew up barely celebrating, and because it was no less than what he deserved

harry helping their kids make cards and presents and banners for their mummy for her birthday, mother's day, and games

ginny teaching their toddlers to say 'dada' because she knows how much it would mean to harry

harry getting her bouquets made of chocolate or food in general because he knows she adores it so much more (but doesn't forget to still get her the occasional roses and lilies)

ginny gifting him random, silly t-shirts that say 'desirable no.1' or 'ginny's chosen one' or 'my wife's always right' but he'd wear them proudly anyway, anywhere

harry skiving off of work because he literally killed voldemort cut him some slack to surprise ginny when her work needs her to go to international countries

ginny who would nearly burn down their kitchen trying to cook for harry when he comes home even though he's the chef in the family

hinny snickering over their affair allegations in the tabloids

hinny talking to teddy and telling him that he'll always be their first baby when ginny gets pregnant with james

hinny and the kids (which obviously includes teddy) having matching outfits for christmas

hinny who everyone (by everyone i mean people who don't know them) thought wasn't going to last because it's the chosen one and a quidditch superstar but they're in the newspaper every few days for pda

hinny whos barely seen publicly without the other

hinny who lives in the country side by the beach and grows old together until they're crusty and wrinkly and have many great great grandchildren

just...fuck...married hinny

[beckym29114]

The Gift

Ginny stands in front of the gift wrapping supplies with a diary in her hand. It is violently pink and covered in unicorns and glitter. She even bought it at the same muggle store where she always buys gifts for her dad. So why can't she bring herself to wrap it?

"Do you need any help?" Harry asks as he enters the room, quickly closing the door behind him. He walks over to Ginny, taking the diary from her hand. Pulling out his wand, he points it at the diary. She knows that he is saying the spells out loud for her benefit.

When he's done, he hands the diary back to Ginny. She kisses him on the cheek and starts wrapping the diary.

[clarissaweasley-10]

AHHH THIS IS SOOOO CUTE....

If l don't get a husband like Harry then l am staying single forever

Late night cravings

Summary: Midnights are the ideal time for Ginny to realize she loves brownies. And bananas. And the need for Harry to make her some. Pure fluff.

A/N: A short something I wrote after a highly stressful week. Plotline suggested by the all-wonderful @chef-hagrid.

...

“Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneaking in.”

...

This was the second night in a row, she couldn’t sleep. Midnights, she decided, were positively more tiresome than the mornings.

Ginny turned around again, careful not to roll over on her belly. She huffed, frowning as she felt the cold absence of her husband beside her on the bed.

She was hungry, she realised. Which was odd. It hadn’t been even three whole hours since she had eaten. 

Ginny wasn’t even really hungry, she realised. She just…she was just hungry for brownies. And bananas. Especially bananas. Ginny groaned, then got up, her back cracking as she sat up on the bed. 

“Fuck it,” she cursed, as she put on her slippers and headed towards the kitchen. She hated it when Harry was off on his night missions, leaving her all alone in the house. Especially now, when she was so satirically lonely.  And hungry.

Come to think of it now, Harry really had been going on quite a few night missions lately. This week alone, he had not been home at all during the nights.

Ginny brought out a pan, turned on the oven, then left everything on the counter and gazed at the clock. Four more hours and he’d be back home. Before he’d have to leave again.

She huffed, then set to work. While she didn’t know, per say, how to make brownies, Ginny figured….it wouldn’t be that hard. Flour, eggs, cocoa, milk, how hard could it really be?

She had never even cracked eggs before though. Something about a glob of slimy things coming out of a cracked shell irked her. She’d seen Harry make eggs before, seen her mum too. Last time she was at Hermione and Ron’s, she’d helped Hermione make dinner, and Hermione had made eggs too. Eggs weren’t hard.

Obviously.

One and a half hours later, Ginny rethought her statement. 

Eggs were hard. So was flour, cocoa, and the weird bitter tasting powder that Ginny had measured up in a small bowl and left aside. 

She stepped back, her clothes lathered in egg whites and flour, frustration clouding all rational thoughts in her head.

“When the hell is he going to come back?” she muttered angrily, throwing her apron aside, as she switched off the now hot oven. In a fit of rage, she scooped up some cocoa into her mouth and then grabbed a banana, biting into it to lighten the bitter feeling in her mouth.

“Brownies can go to hell,” she muttered, stomping back into the bedroom, flinging the banana peel into the bin. 

And as Ginny got back into the bed again, she glanced once again at the clock, noting the time until he’d be back beside her.

It wasn’t even something she tried to hide, but she missed him.

Terribly.

…

…

As luck would have it, as would the sun, when Ginny woke up, she was tucked against his side. 

Even without opening her eyes, his mere scent comforted her, nearly lulling her back to sleep. 

Ginny opened her eyes, looking up to see the sleeping form of her husband. 

His hair lay messily on his forehead, his eyes crinkling once in a while as he slept. Ginny smiled, all her frustration towards him the previous night vanished in a trace. 

“Staring’s considered rude, you know,” Harry said softly, and Ginny smiled, lightly brushing her hand through his hair.

“Well, excuse me for staring at my husband,” she quipped and Harry opened his eyes, gazing down at her with those bright green eyes.

“Three years and I still can’t believe it sometimes,” he softly said.

“Believe what?”

“That you call me husband.”

Ginny laughed, her laugh echoing through the room, the sunlight trickling in through the gap in the curtains. She placed her hand on her belly as if by instinct, then looked up at Harry, a smile on her face.

“So..” Harry smirked, “you want to tell me what happened in the kitchen last night?”

The smile vanished. Ginny made a face, and then frowned up at him. “I was hungry -”

“I figured.”

“- for brownies.” 

Harry lightly chuckled, then grabbed his glasses from the bedside table, putting them on before turning to face his wife.  

“It isn’t even just brownies,” she went on. “Bananas. I have an inhuman, unexplainable craving for bananas, and old me would just be.. borderline revolted, but I can’t stop thinking about banana puddings, and banana chips, and -”

“- bananas in general,” Harry finished. “You know there could be a dozen more interpretations of that,” he smirked, raising an eyebrow suggestively, laughing as Ginny lightly smacked him on the arm.

“Anyway,” Ginny rolled her eyes, “I, yes I, was trying to make banana brownies last night, but as you already saw, that went exactly as I wanted it to.”

Harry laughed, bringing Ginny closer to his face, before kissing her gently on the forehead. Then, as if deep in thought, he buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. 

“You want me to whip up a fresh batch?” he said, his voice muffled by her hair. 

“Really?” Ginny grinned, her eyes lighting up almost immediately, “you up for that?”

“Always, madame,” Harry smiled, rolling out of bed, and bowing gallantly, smiling at Ginny’s laughing figure. 

In the morning, she realised, all was well.

…

...

It clearly wasn’t, she thought, as she waddled over to the kitchen. 

Harry hadn’t left for work. Which was odd. He hadn’t even jumped at the chance of getting in some more sleep, which was even odder. Yes, it was very Harry-like to get up in the morning and get to making brownies at Ginny’s request, but after a long night of work, she’d thought he’d at least get in a few extra hours in the morning.

In fact, she’d be the one to tell him to stay in bed, because even under the smiling face, and bright green eyes, Ginny knew that he was, to an extent, exhausted.

Except, he wasn’t now. Heck, he was even whistling some distinct tune she could swear she’d heard somewhere before.

Unlike her frenzied self last night, Harry held a natural control of the kitchen, whipping batter into bowls, mixing in the eggs, and also, weirdly using the bitter powder she’d left aside last night.

He stopped momentarily, looking up as Ginny entered the kitchen. 

“You want them to be extra chocolatey, or just bananas and plain chocolate?” he asked.

“Umm.. just bananas and chocolate please,” Ginny said as she carefully sat herself beside the counter. She observed Harry manoeuvring swiftly around the kitchen, a little envious about the ease with which he was doing things she was struggling with last night, before she cleared her throat. 

“You don’t have to go to work?” she asked hesitantly. 

“I was wondering when you were going to ask that.” Harry turned around, a wide smile on his face. 

Ginny wondered what was going to come next.

“Well,” Harry kept aside the bowl, wiping his hands on his shirt, “I’m taking a break.” 

“What?” Ginny frowned.

“Not a break, saying, I’ll not go to work, not like that,” he said. “A break meaning, there will be no more night missions, no staying at work too late; I hope, even more days off. At least, until the baby comes.”

Ginny stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?” she said, voice full of hesitation. “I mean, it’s just been four months and -”

“I know, Gin. But, you might think I haven’t noticed, but I know I’m gone more than I should be.”

And it was true, he was. And she worried about him. Especially nowadays, as he left for his missions, it was as if she held in her breath before he returned again. So, she simply nodded at him, as Harry tucked in a stray lock of hair behind her ear. 

“I mean, you’re pregnant,” he smiled. “In a few months, we’re going to be parents, and I have absolutely no idea how we’ll do that, but we’ll do that together too.”

He put his arms around her chair, pressing his lips on her forehead. “I know I’ve not been home much the last few months, but I will now. I promise.”

“I’m glad,” Ginny said, resting her forehead against Harry’s chest. “I really have been missing you tremendously the past few weeks.”

“I’ll make you banana brownies to cover up for it,” he whispered back. 

“You better.”

Harry chuckled, bending down to kiss her. Then, he lightly placed his hand on her belly, looking up at her as she placed her hand over his. 

Ginny gazed into his eyes, the warmth in them comforting her, in the same way she had always been comforted when she looked at him.

“I’ve been thinking of names,” she said.

“That’s dangerous,” Harry quipped, “the last time you named something, you named it after a pig.”

“I did not,” Ginny said indignantly. 

And it was the little tell-tale signs that made her realise as they argued that everything was really going to be okay, even if she developed an unflinching love for brownies, even if they named their first child after something horrendous, everything was really going to be alright.

[di-daynamic]

@fluffbruary Day 9

Harry was home.

Lightheaded relief filled her entirely, and even her son seemed to settle against her stomach. She laid a hand on it, trying to breathe through the sheer joy of having her husband back home safe. She knew he had to do it, she loved him for it, and she supported him through it, but it was still a nightmare every time he left for more than three days, especially when he couldn’t communicate.

Harry came to the couch, pale as a ghost, the lost expression he always had after a particularly bad mission fading away as he caught sight of her. Ginny beckoned him over imperiously.

“Dada!” Jamie cried, waving his fat little fists around. Harry picked him up and spun him around, his entire face softening.

“Hey, my baby,” Harry said, pressing a kiss to his hair. “Were you good for Mummy and Aunt Luna?”

“No, he wasn’t,” Teddy called from beside the fireplace, not taking his eyes off his book. The eight-year-old grinned anyway. “He screamed the roof off at bath time.”

“And I suppose you were a lot better?” Harry asked, sounding amused, an eyebrow raised skeptically.

“I was!” Teddy nodded enthusiastically.

“Uh huh. How about you tell me what you did?”

Jamie and Teddy gabbled on cheerfully, Harry nodding solemnly as though he could understand every single word. Ginny smiled at the sight, feeling tears sting at her eyes.

Oh no. She hated pregnancy hormones.

Harry set Jamie next to Teddy, who instantly abandoned his book in favour of entertaining his little brother. Jamie laughed gleefully when Ted tickled him.

Ginny raised her arms tiredly when Harry came over to her, and they kissed languidly, for once not being interrupted by children or her annoying brothers (though she often thought and said those were one and the same).

“And how is my amazing daughter?” Harry asked, hand coming up to caress her belly.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you, Potter, he’s a boy.”

“Yes!” Teddy called. “I want another godbrother!”

Harry had that exasperated, withering look which struck fear in the hearts of criminals and made his family laugh at the snark to follow. “What, so you have someone else to blame for stealing cookies from the jar when you do it?”

“He could just as easily blame Surtiyem for it even if they were a girl,” Ginny said amusedly as Teddy’s hair turned pink in confession.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Okay, whichever gender the baby is, we’re not going to name them Surtiyem.”

Ginny smirked. They both knew she had no intention of actually using that name. “And how are you going to stop me? I’ll have the name on the birth certificate before you know it.”

“As I recall, you were high on pain potions when Jamie was born.” He grinned. “No way you’d be able to write something legible.”

She huffed. “It’d be more legible than your chicken scratch—”

“Mama!” Jamie called, and both adults’ attention immediately went to the children. “Eddy!”

“He wants my book,” Teddy grumbled. “But what if he tears it? What if he—” He caught himself. “It’s mine.” He insisted fiercely.

Ginny caught Harry’s eye. The book had been found by Harry in Remus’ cottage, which had been left to him in the will. It was a children’s story book, and Teddy had been fascinated with it ever since learning whom it had belonged to. She certainly couldn’t fault him for it. But how was she to explain that to a barely three-year-old?

Harry went over and crouched in front of the boys. “Jamie, would you like it if Teddy suddenly just wanted one of your toys?”

Jamie shook his head stubbornly.

“Then can you understand why Ted doesn’t want you to touch his book?”

There was a pause, and the infant reluctantly nodded.

“Good boy.” Harry ruffled his hair. “But Teddy, you can hold it and still let Jamie see, yes? It’s yours, and so you don’t have to agree, but sharing things with your brother—”

“Is necessary,” Teddy completed resignedly. “’Kay, Harry.”

He reluctantly showed Jamie the pictures, and when he cooed over them excitedly, Teddy began to warm up to the idea of showing James the book. Harry stayed for a couple of minutes, watching carefully for any trouble, eyes full of affection, before pressing kisses to both of their heads and coming back to Ginny.

“Well well, Mr Potter,” She murmured. “You as a dad is hot.”

Harry grinned. “Thanks, Mrs Potter.” He frowned suddenly. “I heard something like that in the office. DIFF, or something?”

Ginny pressed her lips together in an attempt to stifle her laughter. “DILF, you mean?”

“Yeah!” He said proudly. “What does that mean?”

Leaning over, she whispered the full-form in his ear, careful to make sure the kids weren’t eavesdropping. Teddy had developed quite the vocabulary of swear words from the lot of them, and Jamie worshipped the ground he walked on and would definitely copy.

“What?!” He exclaimed. Ginny completely lost control, subsiding into giggles. “Who – I – in the office—” He looked flustered.

“You know, it’s sad that you still think you’re not the most desirable person alive—” she said conversationally. “You’d think after winning Witch Weekly’s Sexiest Wizard and Winner of ‘Wish He Wasn’t Married’ twice in a row you’d know that—”

“Hey, I had Undesirable Number One plastered across my face everywhere for a year, that takes its toll,” Harry said indignantly. “I found one of those old posters in Gawain’s office recently, hilariously enough. It brings up memories!”

She clicked her tongue. “Stop making excuses, Potter. You just keep making them one after the other—”

He laughed throatily, pressing his forehead to hers. “Well, I’ve always been a one-woman man, Weasley. Reason enough?”

“Just another excuse.” But she couldn’t help smiling, and she leaned up with difficulty to kiss him.

“Is this one of the things where Uncle Ron pretends to gag and vomit when he sees you?” Teddy asked interestedly.

They broke apart, smiling wryly. It was very hard to get a good romantic moment with kids needing attention every other minute.

“Something like that, Ted,” he said.

“Unca Ron?” Jamie asked, looking excitedly around for his godfather.

“Jamie,” Ginny said solemnly. “Promise me you’ll never listen to stuff Uncle Ron says and betray me like Teddy did.”

Jamie looked confused. Teddy crossed his arms and pouted. “Not a ‘trayal!” He insisted. “Harry said it was sorta right! The real betrayal would’ve been wearing Cannon orange instead of Holly green,” he said, pointing at his dark green hair, pleased.

“Oh yeah. You ever do that, you’re disowned, Teddy Bear.” Ginny said gravely.

Teddy looked supremely unconcerned. “You might, but Granma won’t.”

“Besides, that’s your hair colour, Gin,” Harry pointed out idly, his arm around her waist. “Would you say having ginger hair is a betrayal? Now,” his voice dropped very low. “What we did in your locker room last year on the other hand. . .”

“Harry James Potter!” Ginny shrieked, trying to hide her laughter. She remembered the locker room fiasco. Her teammates were a bunch of voyeurs.

James looked up inquiringly. “Not you, Jamie. Your dad’s just being an idiot.” Ginny told him.

“And you’re both being disgusting,” Teddy said, in an amazing reproduction of Percy’s loftiest tone.

Ginny could pick out in Teddy so many tiny bits of the people she loved: there was the way he laughed, tilted his head when he thought and sat, exactly the way Remus had; seeing the way he scrunched his nose up was like seeing Tonks again; his questioning eyebrow raise, the covering of a smile as though it weren’t allowed and scornful look were exact copies of Harry; and the way he furrowed his eyebrows together when he read was all Hermione.

Even in physical appearance. Whatever colour his hair might be, it was always the wild Potter hair. His eyes were perpetually the same shade as Harry’s. His nose was long and freckled like Ron’s. His aristocratic Black jawline was identical to Tonks’, Andromeda’s and Sirius’. His giant ears were ditto to George’s. The thing was that Ginny didn’t think any of those were on purpose. There wasn’t much study about metamorphmagi, but she thought they subconsciously based looks (other than eyes and hair which were obvious) on the people they looked up to. And Ginny found it both happy and indescribably sad that his looks were such an amalgamation of different people rather than majorly Tonks and Remus, the way it should have been.

Still. She had learned since the war to take the small joys where they came, even if it was with bittersweet sadness.

Harry checked the old grandfather clock across the hall. “Sure thing, big guy. Bedtime’s soon. Go get your overnight bag from Andromeda’s.”

“Bedtime?” Jamie asked in a whimper, sounding like all the horrors of the world were contained in that single word. “No! Wanna stay.”

Ginny kissed Harry’s cheek and went and scooped her son up in her arms. “Sorry, kiddos. When we say it’s bedtime, it’s bedtime.”

“We’re the bosses,” Harry added, throwing his legs up on the couch.

“TYRANNY!” Teddy howled like it was a deeply moving war cry.

“Are you and Hermione doing that advanced reading thing again?” Harry said, sounding exasperated. “Didn’t we decide to pause on that?”

“But the school story books are booooring,” Teddy whined.

“And I’ve told you, once you get your science grade up to the mark, we’ll reconsider the—”

“Harry,” Ginny interrupted, Jamie yawning in her arms. “Maybe tomorrow?” She nudged her head toward the calendar and saw realization flit across her husband’s face. It was the full moon. Effects on Teddy varied from moon to moon, but he always became easily irritable and incredibly tired. It wasn’t a good day for this confrontation, though she certainly agreed Teddy couldn’t be allowed to skip ahead in one subject while ignoring all the others.

“Good idea,” Harry let the topic go, instead jabbing his wand at the fireplace to make the flames go higher and crouching next to Teddy. “Hey, how about we cuddle on the couch and you read to me until you fall asleep? We can continue the discussion tomorrow.”

“I’m a big boy, I don’t cuddle,” Teddy insisted, though he clearly wanted to. Ginny watched, smiling.

“But I need it. Mission was hard, Ted,” he said, and though it was playful, she saw genuine exhaustion on his face. She made a note to coax a rant out of him later. That always made him feel better.

Teddy stared up at him with wide eyes. “Okay. You got the bad guys?”

“Every single one of them,” Harry promised, the words coming across a lot heavier to her than to Teddy. He looked up and smiled softly at her, breaking the solemnity. “Gin? Joining us?”

Ginny hesitated. She ought to put Jamie to bed and set up the monitoring charms.

“Pwease, mumma?” Jamie said beseechingly.

“Maybe just this once,” she conceded, and all three males cheered. She sat on the couch, putting her legs up. Jamie crawled from her lap to Harry’s, and Teddy snuggled against her shoulder. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist, and the two of them exchanged a happy look over their sons’ heads.

“Ever thought you’d get here?” She asked in a whisper, as Jamie and Teddy argued about the story choice.

He laughed. “Never,” he confessed. “But I couldn’t be happier.”

She blinked the happy tears from her eyes, resting a hand on her stomach. An amazing career. Her incredible infuriating and yet reliable family. Her many friends. Her three beloved boys, plus another child coming.

She remembered watching Luna play the piano once. Her friend had commented that the harmony of the way she played matched her mother’s – that there was no better peace than with the memory of someone you love.

Ginny felt that harmony every time she looked at Harry. And she couldn’t be gladder for it.

He put it pretty well.

“Neither could I,” she agreed, and they settled down for story time.

[honeydukesheroine]

Hush 🧑🏻‍🍼

This began as a @hinnymicrofic for prompt 9: Bounce. But turned into a little one-shot.

Summary:

Ginny helps Harry sooth baby Teddy during his first overnight stay with his godparents.

[beginningl1fe]

alive

'avada kedavra' 'expelliarmus'

Over.

It was finally over. Harry dropped to his knees as Ron and Hermione reached him and hugged him fiercely. Not daring to believe it was over. Never once letting this possibility cross his mind. All of his life he had ben waiting, preparing to die , fighting for this moment and finally it was here. This was a new start , and as his eyes met ginny's from across the bodies of several people hi could not care to comprehend, he felt like everything would be okay. It would be fine.

Because for the first time ever did he truly feel alive.

[souptastical]

though i have my other ships ive always been such a big canon shipper like romione & hinny have been so close to my heart since i was a little kid & just FFFFSSSS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH😭

thinking about their relationship dynamics post war tho, with clearly having PTSD just fills my angst meter and then the domestic fluff when the kids are born??? GIVES ME LIFE

[whinlatter]

In Beasts the idea of Harry buying all of these items for the house he would live in with Ginny is on one hand super sweet because it shows he takes the relationship seriously and on the other hand super irritating because why does he assume he gets to choose all that shit himself without even asking Ginny or without even asking her if she wants to move in?? It's the fact that Harry is making decisions for them by himself and assuming she'd be cool with it. I don't like that tbh. It's like when Harry realizes he has feelings for her in HBP and instead of wondering if she's moved on or if she would even still like him, he worries instead about Ron's reaction. ????? I lowkey feel like Harry should have felt really miserable that Ginny had moved on and liked Dean more than him. But it's like he is arrogant about her feelings for him or something. He doesn't even question it. I can't decide if that's cute or annoying lmao. Like I am not sure if this is Harry truly understanding Ginny and knowing her tastes ("Yes she'd love these egg cups!" "Dean doesn't make her laugh like that! She must still like me we get on so well!") or if its just Harry being a self-absorbed dumbass (SHOULDN'T HE THINK ABOUT HER FEELINGS IN BOTH SITUATIONS!!!!). Like I am over here as a staunch Hinny shipper thinking... "What if Ginny wanted different egg cups, Harry?!" Now she has to pretend she likes your ugly egg cups because if she wants different egg cups it might cause a fight cuz you'd act like a little bitch about it? Am I thinking about this too much?? TL:DR can Harry be normal about something for two seconds or is that not possible. I want Ginny to have a wonderful, caring boyfriend that thinks about WHAT SHE WANTS.

ahh i see where you’re coming from, anon, but i will defend harry and his egg cups a bit here.

there’s no denying that harry is a bit selfish in his relationship and asks of ginny in canon. there’s arguably some necessity to this - the plot demands it - and it reflects something of who harry is and the coping/survival mechanisms he’s developed by the series end. it’s the reason i’ve written his arc in beasts as him having to face up to what he’s asked of ginny, as he discusses this in his letter to her in the next chapter. his arc is him grappling with a loss of identity after the war, trying to look towards building a future he never thought he’d have, and finding out that a big part of that is learning to be on a team with ginny after a long time demonstrating some understandable, but not excusable trauma response behaviours where he hasn’t always treated her as an equal.

which is where the egg cups come in. they (and other assorted crockery) represent harry, at a particular lost moment after the war unclear what he’s for, trying to self soothe by imagining the familial domestic stability he has always craved and buying a little token of that aspiration he can have by him to keep him going. it’s supposed to be a sad sweet (slightly pathetic) image. but there’s no malice in it, just a very lost lad who has gone through a lot doing his best to try and have things to look forward to that might make him happy, like having some dippy eggs and toast with our girl.

i will also reassure you that, should ginny dislike the egg cups, i have no doubt that hjp would bend over backwards/drop serious galleons to source her the egg cups of her dreams.

[pebblysand]

Why was Ginny raped. It ruined it for me

I try and ignore it and actually kept on reading.

I like their family life looking forward to the next chapter.

you said you would hopefully be updating by the first weekend of June

you know what anon? this is gonna fall on you and i'm sorry. i suppose you caught me on a bad day.

but let me say this: i've fucking had it with DMs like these. the "why was ginny raped. it ruined it for me" kind.

it's been Three Years. Three Fucking Years. this plotline is announced, trigger-warned and flagged everywhere. in the tags. in the general A/N. in the A/N of that chapter in particular.

that is notwithstanding the dozens of tumblr posts i've written about this, which are mostly all linked in my pinned post. notwithstanding, either, my continued presence over multiple discords where i regularly answer questions about this. that is also notwithstanding that five minutes of googling will pull up a gazillion of reddit posts, going on and on about how "awful" and/or difficult a read this fic is, or how bad and Not Canon it is, or how unfortunate the plotline is, or whatever else someone in the hinny fandom has decided i've done wrong. at this point, i do not Fucking Understand how i'm still getting these anons. how did you not know this was what you were getting into? does the writer of Manacled still get these??

for the love of god, there's a million sweet, domestic!fluff hinny fics out there. there's also a million angsty-but-not-too-much or angsty-but-as-a-romantic-trope hinny fics out there. Go 👏🏼 Read 👏🏼 Something 👏🏼 Else! 👏🏼 this isn't the happy-ever-after domestic life vibe you want! i've never sold it as such! Leave Me Alone!!!! 🤣😅

also, babes, you're not even going to like next chapter. because as also previously announced, next chapter deals with the #MeToo movement, where obviously ginny's experiences will be discussed, and where once again, i will inevitably be getting these people in my DMs. like: why was ginny raped? because rape is a weapon of war. because violence against women is a weapon of war. because this fic has chosen to depict that.

i got so many DMs and anons like these in the early days of castles that it almost convinced me the fic was so hard to read, it was absolutely unbearable, and thus unreadable. i understand that this type of story is uncommon in the hinny sphere, and i understand the idea that ginny might have been assaulted is shocking and surprising to a lot of people, but i also think we need to all take a deep breath and recognise that castles is By Far not the most shocking or surprising thing to have ever hit the internet. it's a good story. it's a reasonable story. it's a story written with empathy and care, and respect for this journey.

yet, there was a period of time where these messages got so bad i wouldn't even dare mention it by name on discord or anywhere outside of my tumblr because i was so afraid of the very thought of it would trigger people. all that talk made me feel like a bloody criminal for ever daring to write this, daring to think this was even a possibility. but you know what, actually? these things happen in Every 👏🏼 Fucking 👏🏼 Armed 👏🏼 Conflict! the fact that ginny got assaulted is, actually, statistically, not that surprising. and maybe, if we talked more about it, and read more about it, it fucking wouldn't be as common. if we didn't put our heads in the sand because it's not fun entertainment to think about.

and, to be clear: i'm not forcing anyone to read castles. if the contents are triggering for you (or if you simply don't like stories that deal with SA, or if you simply don't like my writing, or Literally Any Other Reason), then by all means, don't read it! but don't come and tell me the SA plot "ruined" it for you when you've been forewarned all other that this was what the fic was about and there's millions of other fics for you to read out there. angst has a right to exist in the hinny fandom. controversial discussions of war have a right to exist in the hinny fandom. you don't have to like them, you don't have to read them, but don't blame people for writing them.

and this anon angers me even more cause you rage-baited me into responding right away even though i have dozens of super kind and nice DMs and anons pending, which i've put on pause these past few weeks to focus on writing. you're wasting everyone's time here. and, also, don't come and tell me "english is not my first language", it's not my first language either, and yet i'd never have sent this anon to anyone, even in my wildest dreams.

as for the update, i'm late, i know. i'm working on it.

love,

p

[seriouslysam8]

thank you for another amazing chapter. we all appreciate you and your writing so much, and we’re so lucky you take the time out of your day to create something so great.

i started reading this for hinny and i’m hooked because of blackinnon, idk how you did it but you’ve made me a fan of a ship i hadn’t even given much thought to before.

but this chapter!! i feel like sirius does respect tegan and obviously feels warmly towards her, and like he said she’s the perfect woman, but not for him. and he’s staying with her out of a mix of needing a sense of comfort, guilt because his hearts not really in it, but also maybe as a barrier between him and marlene. because he wouldn’t be able to justify not being with marlene if tegan wasn’t in the picture, and like you delved into in the chapter he’s scared to be with her because he cares about her. and that shows to me that marlene is the one for him because he doesn’t feel that way with tegan (at least not to the same extent). also the whole part where was thinking about how marlene is the person he wants to share all the parts of his life with had my whole heart because in my mind that’s one of the most important things to have in a relationship. someone who you not only trust to tell stuff to but also want to.

but ahhh the way you described it all was amazing. as a blackinnon fan (bc of you) i adored this chapter but also i cant wait for hot girl christmas not only bc of jealous sirius but honestly marlene deserves to have her own fun too.

and the scene at the end with cepheus and harry and sirius was so domestic and sweet i loved it

You know, when I started writing Brumous, I very much wanted it to be primarily a Hinny story. It still is. There's still a lot of Hinny. But I'm a thirty-something year old lady so I gravitate and find writing adults way easier than I do teenagers nowadays. So I find myself gravitating to more Sirius POVs and more Sirius centric storylines. The more I wrote Sirius' little love triangle, the more I just loved it.

Anyway, I'm really glad people are enjoying the Blackinnon aspect of the story and I've converted some people to ship them. I find giving Harry two loving godparents just makes me happy because I want that cute little cabbage to be happy, you know?

I'm not going to lie, I have the itch to write more Blackinnon centered stories and/or one-shots in the universe but I don't have any ideas right now.

[shakespeare-potter]

Anyone got recs for some canon divergent/au where Harry is raised by sirius? Bonus points if it has background wolfstar and hinny and like an unhealthy amount of angst and fluffy domestic moments ( i just want to cry for some reason but yeah)

[starlingflight]

77 for the Spotify wrapped thing ? 😇

Sunday Morning - Maroon 5

Look, I dislike Adam Levine as much as the next person, but if you don’t listen to this song while writing happy, domestic hinny you’re built differently to me

✨Send me a number between 1 - 100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds to on my wrapped playlist & what fic helped it rank

[beckym29114]

Family

Day 4 of @hinnymicrofic - Family

Harry closes the case file on his desk. The case has been horrible, but it's finally closed. He looks at his watch and realizes that he needs to leave now if he wants to get to the Burrow in time for lunch. He apparates as close to the Burrow as he can. As he walks toward the house, he notices that everyone is outside enjoying the beautiful spring weather.

Teddy runs full speed at Harry as soon as he sees him. "Look what I can do!" Teddy exclaims. The young boy then opens his mouth and wiggles one of his front teeth.

"Wow Ted! That tooth is really loose. It's definitely going to fall out soon."

"Yup! Uncle George said he could pull it out, but that seems like cheating. Guess what else Harry."

"What Ted? " Harry asks as he smiles at the boy.

"The baby kicked me earlier."

Before Harry can say anything, Teddy runs off to show Victoire his loose tooth. Harry chuckles as he walks closer to the house where Ginny is sitting in the shade with her feet propped up. He leans down to kiss her and then kisses her bump.

"I hear you've been kicking people. That's not a nice thing to do," he says to the baby growing inside his wife.

"I've been telling him that for months, but he won't listen to me," Ginny says as she tries to scoot over to make room for Harry.

Harry snuggles close to Ginny and he watches the Weasleys as they start setting out lunch. Even now, after all this time, it's hard to believe that he is part of this amazing family.

[sophie-hatter-jenkins]

A collection of Hinny-centric drabbles, microfics and one-shots written for the Ginny Lovers Discord server 5-Year Ginnversary Bingo game.

Chapter 9 - Penance

Arthur Weasley's confused. Why is Ginny hiding upstairs at the Burrow instead of being at home with her husband? And why has Harry turned up with a bunch of flowers? Luckily, Molly is on hand to clear things up.

Rating - Teen and upwards

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When Arthur Weasley let himself into the kitchen at the Burrow, he was in an excellent mood. What better way could there be to spend a Saturday afternoon than in one’s shed, rearranging one’s collection of plugs and switches? Yes, he thought to himself, it was four hours extremely well spent. 

Once across the threshold, he took a moment to admire his wife. Molly was standing at the kitchen sink, simultaneously peeling vegetables, whipping up a cake batter and transferring marmalade into jars. Truly, his wife was a marvel when it came to domestic charms - and many other things besides. 

He was just considering sneaking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist when green flames flared in the fireplace. Arthur peered curiously at the figure who stepped out into the kitchen, and was slightly surprised to see it was Harry. Not that his son-in-law wasn’t always welcome, of course, but he rarely visited unannounced without Ginny at his side. The fact that he was clutching a bunch of flowers and looking more than a little out of sorts only made it more unusual. 

“Hi, Arthur, Hi, Molly,” he greeted them, brushing ash from his shoulders. “Umm, is Ginny here?”

Arthur couldn’t think why his daughter would be at the Burrow rather than at the home she shared with her husband, and was about to say so when Molly confirmed that Ginny was, in fact, upstairs. “Why don’t you head straight up?” she told Harry. “She’s been waiting for you.”

“Thanks, Molly.” 

Harry turned towards the stairs, but looked back over his shoulder as Molly called after him. “Oh, and Harry? Between you and me, I think the flowers are a wise decision.”

Harry swallowed hard and nodded, then began to climb to the first floor.

“What’s all that about? And why is Ginny here?” asked Arthur, curiously, as soon as Harry was out of earshot.

“She stormed in not long after you went out to the shed,” Molly explained. “It seems they’ve had a bit of a… disagreement.”

“Ah. One of those,” Arthur shuddered involuntarily, knowing how alike his wife and his daughter were when it came to ‘disagreements’. Upstairs, he heard a door open, and the murmur of low voices before the door closed again. “Did she say what happened?

“You remember a few months ago, when there was that all business about Ginny getting threatening letters sent to the stadium?” began Molly. “And she had to have an Auror with her at all times, for extra security?”

Arthur shuddered. It had been an awful few weeks, knowing that someone was targeting his daughter. “Of course! But Harry and Ron caught the wizard responsible, didn’t they?” Then a horrible thought occurred to him. “He hasn’t escaped or anything has he?”

“No, no, nothing like that.” Molly’s eyes darted to the stairs, then she lowered her voice to a conspiratorial level. “Apparently, there was some paperwork Harry was meant to sign to take guarding Ginny off the Auror duty list, but she found out this morning that he never did it.”

Arthur winced. “You mean someone’s been following her around all this time?”

“Yes,” confirmed Molly. “Every day since February! And not by accident either - he thought it was too much of a risk to leave her unprotected. She was furious about it - told him it was a massive overreaction, and an invasion of her privacy, given there wasn’t anyone actually threatening her. And then he said he wasn’t going to apologise for caring about her safety.”

“I take it Ginny didn’t take that very well,” commented Arthur, wondering whether his daughter’s famed Bat Bogey hex might have got an outing.

Molly pressed her lips together and shook her head. “You know Ginny! When she got here she was spitting feathers about him being ridiculous and paranoid and too bloodyminded to see it. She’s been here ever since. ‘He knows where I am when he’s ready to apologise’,” she parroted, in an excellent imitation of her daughter.

“And it’s taken him… what, all afternoon to come around?” 

Molly nodded. “Harry’s every bit as stubborn as Ginny can be.” Then she looked thoughtful. “You know, Dumbledore once told me that people find it easier to forgive others for being wrong than being right. I wonder if that’s part of it too.”

Arthur shrugged philosophically. “Whatever it is, I’m glad he worked it out in the end.”

“Well,” said Molly, looking a bit shifty. “I might have suggested to Ron that he could pop round for a quiet word. There’s no harm in moving things along, is there?”

Just then, Arthur heard footsteps on the stairs, and a moment later, Ginny appeared. She was holding the flowers and her smile was both radiant and triumphant. Behind her, Harry’s expression was more than a little sheepish. 

“Thanks for the tea and sympathy, Mum,” Ginny said, as she kissed her mother on the cheek. “We’re going to head home now. Oh, I don’t suppose there’s any marmalade going spare, is there?” she asked, eyeing the stack of jars on the countertop.

“Of course there is, love!” exclaimed Molly, pressing a jar into each of her hands, which Ginny immediately handed to her husband.

“Here,” she told him. “You can put it on my toast in the morning when you bring me breakfast in bed tomorrow.”

“Breakfast in bed? Is that all? I think you might have gotten away lightly there, Harry!” teased Arthur.

“You heard then?” groaned Harry.

Arthur didn’t try to hide his amusement. “Harry, nothing stays secret in this house for long. You should know that by now! But I’m not going to judge you for trying to keep my baby girl out of harm’s way.”

“No,” retorted Ginny. “That’s my job, Dad. And don’t worry, breakfast in bed is the least of the grovelling he’ll be doing.”

“I thought you’d forgiven me?” asked Harry, looking alarmed.

“I have.” She reached up and pecked him on the lips. “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have to make it up to me. You still have your penance to pay!”

After saying their goodbyes, Harry and Ginny stepped into the fireplace to head home. As the flames died down, Arthur put his arms around his wife and kissed her very thoroughly.

“Gracious, Arthur!” she exclaimed, when they broke apart. “What brought that on?”

“Pre-emptive strike, Mollywobbles,” he grinned. “Getting in your good books for when I next have a penance to pay!”

[hp-fruit-fest]

For the Snarry lovers...Check out these tasty treats created for this year's Fruit Fest!!

And a personal, very enthused thanks to Scarlet and Dandelion for helping me on my Snarry Fruit Smut agenda!!!! You are both the very best and I adore you both.

FIC. Fruit: Orange. Rated: G. Words: 162. Fluff. Kissing.

Harry and Severus share an orange.

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FIC. Fruit: Mango. Rated: M. Words: 340. Blood Kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

Severus laid bare on the white bedsheets. He was on his back, and the cold ceramic plate rested on his stomach. "It has been a good year," said Harry. He had a paring knife in hand as he sliced the mangoes before setting them on the plate.

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FIC. Fruit: Mango. Rated: E. Words: 383. Blood kink. Knifeplay. Food play.

The ceramic plate smashed against the hardwood floor. Harry paused his movements — the mango half peeled in his hands. He placed the fruit — all its juices and flesh — onto the soiled bed sheets. “You shouldn’t have done that. What a waste.”

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FIC. Fruit: Banana. Rated: E. Words: 1,393. Established relationship. PWP. Post coital snack. Spitroasting.

Harry and Severus have some fun with bananas.

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FIC. Fruit: Apple. Rated: E. Words: 3,469. Mpreg. Pregnant Severus. Domestic Bliss. Fluff & Angst.

Severus' life is ruined. Can be read as a sequel to Choice but can also be read as a standalone.

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FIC. Fruit: Plum. Rated: E. Words: 1,939. Series: Love, Your Enemy. Secret relationship. Cheating. Background Hinny. Fruit smut. Language of Flowers. Fluff & angst. Fruit smut.

There is no room for beauty here. Still, Severus covets.

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[hp-flowers]

Prompt Challenges and Events for May

Here are some other monthly challenges or events to combine HP Flowers’ Spring Round prompts with, should you need some more inspiration for your flowery works: >> Microfic May- a May HP multi-ship daily microfic prompt challenge, all prompts are up! >> Sapphic Microfics- HP Femslash daily microfic prompt challenge, and all May prompts are up! >> More HP Microfic communities by ship (Drarry, Wolfstar, Jily, Hinny, Prongsfoot, Marauders era femslash, etc.) >> HP Coffeehouse- monthly prompts for coffee or tea based works >> Liquid Luck Drabble and Art Challenge- bi-monthly prompts for fic and art works >> Wood You Rather- Oliver Wood-centric prompt challenge (the event may be over after April, but late submissions are welcome)! >> HP Fruit Fest- low-key, chill fest that runs until June 21st for all the fruity goodness! >> House of Snarry- This Discord releases monthly prompts for creators to make Snarry content. May prompts have been posted up! >> Domaystic- a May multi-ship and multi-fandom daily prompt challenge based on the domestic trope, all prompts are posted up! >> Ageplay May- a May multi-ship and multi-fandom daily prompt challenge based on the ageplay trope, all prompts are posted up! >> Whumpay- a May multi-ship and multi-fandom daily prompt challenge based on all the whumpy and painful things, all prompts are posted up! >> Play the List Bingo- a multi-ship and multi-fandom bingo challenge inspired by songs and music; see all the bingo cards and prompts available >> May Mixtape Challenge- A May writing challenge where you can grab a playlist and let the music guide you! >> Year of the OTP- a multi-ship and multi-fandom event designed to encourage creators to make more content for a particular ship they love and end 2023 with 12 new works for an OTP. Prompts for the whole year have been posted! If you know of other challenges that should be added to the list, send an ask. :) Cheers, and have fun!