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Two posts in one day? And the second way quite so long?? I've outdone myself :D

So everyone, here's some Hinny angst for you! I've never written angst so I know this is not one the best things I've written, but it would mean the world to me if you guys could tell me what I could have done better!

This was an idea I was playing around with sometime, because I wanted some Veritaserum action in a fic, and then Slytherin!Ginny was born :) This is the first time I've written a morally grey character, that too our Gryffindor Ginny. It's quite the contrast haha

Fair warning, there's deceit (think spiked drinks) which goes down in this fic. There's no other specific trigger warnings I can find, but if there's something you guys see, let me know and I'll edit it to show them.

All in all, I hope you're in mood for some angst. If there's anything you want to see written, please do not hesitate from messaging me, and I'll do my best to get it done!

Note- in this one shot, Ginny and Ron are not siblings. Essentially, Ginny is not a Weasley *cue the sacrilege*

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Ginny had had enough. The stares from across the room, like molten emeralds shining with loud, unspoken thoughts. The shy touches from when they passed in the hallways together, with their fingers brushing and nerves alighting into a bright golden flame. She had had enough. All this playing around, shying away was now getting to her. Her and Harry had been doing this for the past six months, which led to many almost kisses before he drew away with a slow smirk on his face, sharply contrasted to the apprehension evident in liquid jade eyes. Was she not being obvious enough? She always leant in, always held his stare and bit her lip in the most inviting manner she could think of. All in all, she was sure she was being the most obvious person on the face of the planet, then why did that apprehension not leave those magnificent eyes of his?

She was a 120% sure that Harry James Potter was arse over tit in love with her, and if that made her a narcissist, so be it then. She fully reciprocated these feelings by the way, and was currently sat in the empty common room, stewing over ideas of how to get the confession out.

Her potions textbook remained open in front of her from when she was doing her homework, the page open on the Draught of Living Death. Her incomplete essay lay limply to the side, having been forgotten in favour of more inviting scenarios involving a man with a lopsided grin and jade eyes. She was all alone in the room having stayed up to complete Potions essay due at lunch tomorrow. But given her current state, even a blind man could tell she was definitely NOT doing Potions.

As she let out a long sigh, a heavy wind blew through the open window, chilling Ginny back into reality. She rubbed her arms with her hands, cursing the dying fireplace. A simple Incendio could alight it again, but she was sat facing away from the fire and it would be too much work to get up and light the fireplace. Instead, she settled for tightly wrapping the moss green and silver scarf around her neck, and focusing back on the essay with a shake of her head.

“Draught of Living Death is often used,” She read slowly from where she had left the words incomplete, chewing the top of the quill. She looked into the textbook, but frowned when she realised the wind had blown the pages to another topic. With a sigh, she leant and grabbed the textbook from where it lay on the table, separated from Ginny by 13 inches of parchment. As she heaved the book onto the front, pushing her parchment away, her eyes fell on what Potion was headlined on the page.

“Veritaserum.” She mumbled, a finger on the edge of the page, paused in the motion of flipping it. She blinked once. Twice. And then her frown eased out as a slow grin made it’s way onto her face. She knew what to do.

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Having gotten the idea was one thing, but actually brewing it was another. It took a complete 28 days to brew, and it was extremely difficult to get right. They hadn’t done this Potion yet since Ginny was still in sixth year, and Veritaserum was taught in theory to NEWT students only. But she had figured a way out as well- the seventh floor broom closet was the perfect place to brew it. It was unused and actually completely forgotten by students and Filch alike. Ginny had stumbled across the room a few days ago and had pushed it’s existence to the back of her mind. But here it was, as if made for this purpose and this purpose only.

So on the day of the new moon, she got started. Acquiring the ingredients was easy enough. Being a star Potions student, she had access to the Slug Club, where old Slughorn was so busy blowing his own trumpet that it was quite easy to weave him into a story about how Ginny needed the ingredients for ‘research’ and academic purposes only. It took a few tries, but right before she got started Ginny had procured all the ingredients. Whilst she was on the quest for ingredients, Ginny had gotten to reading the recipe over and over again, essentially imprinting it onto her neurons. By the time she was bringing the water to a boil inside the grey cauldron, she could recite the steps off by the heart. Yet her eyes remained focused on the book, as she mentally recited the steps. After water came in one vial of Ptolemy followed by stirring anti clockwise. She did it carefully and with so much precision that even Sluggy would be put to shame. By the time the first part of the recipe was finished, Ginny was very satisfied with the product as she poured the incomplete potion into a glass vial for maturation. It was the exact shade of grey as mentioned in the textbook, and Ginny was a happy woman as she went back to the Slytherin dormitory.

The second part of the recipe simply leaving the bottle to rest in a dark place, only bringing it out on the day of the full moon so that it could absorb the moonlight and reach the finished stage. By the time Ginny was done with this step, the potion looked how it was supposed to look as per the textbook. It was colourless and odourless. According to the book, this recipe made a Veritaserum which was potent for an hour and half, which was enough time to finally get the confession and FINALLY start dating him.

After the brewing, the next complex step was administering it to Harry, but that turned out to be the simplest mission of all- she slipped a few drops in as Harry was talking to Ron, and Ginny watched from the Slytherin table across as Harry happily sipped on the pumpkin juice. She had to corner him before anyone asked any questions to Harry and his sudden frankness made them suspicious. She waited for an opening- Harry was left alone for a few minutes in the hallway after breakfast, as Ron and ran up t the dorm to get his lost books, and Hermione went to the washroom in the meantime.

“Hey Harry, could I speak to you for just a second?” Ginny smiled, approaching him. Harry turned around and smiled back. “Of course you can.” He said, and Ginny walked towards a secluded corner, away from other students.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Harry asked.

“First, could you tell me if you possess a Deathly Hallow?”

Oh yes, she knew all about it. Whispers had been going around Slytherin that there was something passed down to Harry which was one of the famed Hallows- only ever found in fables. Harry’s eyes widened as he looked at Ginny. She stared back, wondering if her potion would work or not. This was not the best trial question, but asking about something obvious would be confounding. Pushing away the sudden heaviness in her stomach as she inhaled Harry’s troubled expression, she took an inaudible breath.

“The Invisibility Cloak is with me. It was my father’s.” He spoke with great difficulty, as his handsome features contorted into a frown. It was clear that he was trying to suppress this fact, but looks like the Veritaserum was quite effective. Ginny stepped closer, ignoring the increasing discomfort in her stomach. “And what do you think of me?” She whispered, her mouth close enough to Harry’s. He looked straight into her eyes and without any visible discomfort this time, spoke. “I fancy you. Quite a lot.” As he finished, he let out a breath as if finally released. Ginny frowned- his confession did not uplift her like she thought it would. The space between them stretched and stretched, and despite being only a few inches apart, the realisation in Harry’s eyes put them oceans away. He stepped away, the earlier electrified atmosphere now suddenly limp with tension. Anger, even, Ginny realised.

“You did not slip me Veritaserum, did you?” He said to Ginny, features cool but eyes exhibiting a crescendo of anger.

“I, I,” Ginny stammered, earlier confidence lost towards this cold Harry.

“You what, Ginny?” He said, now his voice slightly wavering.

She looked straight at him, having avoided his eyes all along. She stared into the green depths, pushed the sudden guilt gnawing at her, and spoke, willing her voice too sound as cold as his. Sh was proud when it came out the intended way, shining steel cold, reflecting her house colours. “Yes, yes I did. It was time to get a confession out of you so I did.”

Harry’s eyes widened, before the anger in them was lost, replaced by a hollow look. Somehow, Ginny felt better when he was angry, but this sort of resignation made her feel worse.

Hear yourself, silly girl! You're a Slytherin. She straightened up, willing herself to lose the discomfort weighing her down like rocks.

“And if you’d just asked me, I’d have told you. I would have told you everything I fancied about you. And if you even asked me about the Hallows, I’d have told you that too. I hate deceit and liars, Ginny, and this is nothing less than it. Nor are you any better than those other slimy Slytherins, which I was mistaken about. I hope you’re happy with yourself now.” Harry spoke, his voice a chilling octave. He stormed off and away from Ginny, who suddenly shuddered, falling to her knees in the little alcove.

It was then she let the tears slip, surprising herself with it as well. She inhaled deeply, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Her and Harry seemed irreparable now, no matter what Ginny did. She cried there in the alcove for a few minutes, because she was a heartbroken girl in the end. Except her heartbreak was her own doing- she was responsible for two scarred hearts now. As her tears dried up, Ginny stood back up, rubbed her face and walked away from the alcove, guilt and shame weighing her down, sinking deep in her.

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And there it is, morally grey Slytherin!Ginny :) I think I like her duality of thinking of spiking drinks and then feeling absolutely like shit when it actually has dire consequences. I might explore more of our beloved characters as morally grey, so let me know if I should or stick to Gryffindor principles :D

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Okay so this is something entirely new, and on the recommendation of a friend I'm posting this here! I know this is quite different from my usual one shots but I'd absolutely love it if you guys could interact with this as well! Reblogs mean the most but just seeing you guys like and comment is also just as nice :)

Put this in the perspective of a lovesick Harry and here you have a poetic Hinny fic! I hope you guys like it!

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Your sonnets are otherworldly, a fact you stand unaware of, evident in how you frown as your fingers drag the quill in soft, finishing strokes over some yellowing parchment. Almost nobody notices how your face contorts as you go through every single line of the sonnet, and it is sacrilege to the highest.

For your face turned up in concentration is magnificent, as if carved by a lover in a past life. Your steady, long fingers grip the silver quill with apprehensive purpose as they push and pull across the parchement, threading together words into universes.

Why is why I pray to everything holy that someday you wrap your fingers around me, and morph me into your silver feathered quill, so that I also utter the coruscating poetry you scribble in the margins of worn parchements, with a brow quirked up and lip turned down in a concentration heavier than rocks resting at the bottom of a vast ocean.

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So, please let me know how this sounds! As I said I'm also adding in some new tags so let's hope everyone out there enjoys this as much as I liked writing it!

I'm working on my Hinny one shots as well and I'll be posting them asap! Lots of love to everyone who interacts with what I post, it's the absolute world to me :))

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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

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Dying Embers

Her hair swished wildly in the wind, as if it were leaves swaying from the onset of a cyclone- flowing down to her waist, head thrown back. Fiery red, just like the dying embers of what was formerly a warming furnace. He could hear her laughter, slow and melodic, almost as if it were empyrean. She was the love of Harry's entire being. The soul to his body, the mind to his brain. She turned around, and all Harry could glimpse was her mouth- full, and pulled into a large smile. Her eyes were a bright hazel, shining with happiness, as she ran towards Harry, fitting easily in his arms.

They had met at the ball thrown by his parents that summer, exactly so that their son could meet a suitable young woman to marry. Harry had been extremely bored with the festivities, instead wishing he were out practicing archery with his friend, Neville.

His eyes flew around the room, passing from and then returning to a young woman who had just entered the gala. She didn't seem familiar, and was chaperoned by who seemed to her brother, judging from their hair. Harry was mesmerised- her yellow dress floated around her as if it were made of the finest, lightest silk to exist, and her hair was pulled back elegantly, exposing the milky column of her neck. He walked towards the pair.

"Forgive my intrusion, but will the lovely lady here consider dancing the next waltz with me?" Harry bowed slightly, his hand pulled tightly at his back.

The girl eyed him shyly as his brother did a more open appraisal. "We would like to first make your acquaintance, sir." He finally spoke.

"Of course, forgive me. I am Lord Harry Potter, Viscount of Little Whinging." He said, an automatic confidence seeping into his voice, one which only came from being the son of a duke.

"Forgive me, my Lord, I did not know. I am Ronald Weasley, and this is my younger sister, Ginevra Weasley. Our father is the Baron Weasley of Burrows." The pair bowed deeply, something which made Harry slightly uncomfortable.

"Please, I take no offense. It is my pleasure to make an acquaintance of Lord Weasley's children. He is my father's close friend. My question, however, to Lady Ginevra here remains unanswered." Harry steered the topic back to more important things from mere formalities.

"Of course, my lord." Ginevra said softly, placing her hand in Harry's outstretched one. As they walked towards the center of the floor, Harry's eyes met the identical ones of his mother, who stood to the side, flashing her son a soft smile.

"I adore you. And so does every thread of my existence, until my breath ceases." Harry spoke, bringing himself back from the night at the ball.

"I simply reciprocate, my Lord. And shall do so until death pull us part." She spoke softly, meeting Harry's lips with her own.

At the brink of twilight, a day before their wedding, the two of them wove their lives together, sealed by golden vows.

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"Harry? Get on up, it's time to go!" His mother, Lily's voice flitted through the room, and sunlight poured inside as well, casting a bright glow all over. Harry sat up in bed, stretching excessively, getting rid of the multitude of pulls and pains he seemed to acquire over the night.

His parents swore he did not sleepwalk and fall down the stairs.

"Harry, honey, come on. You'll be late for uni otherwise." His mother peeked inside, her reddish brown hair pulled into a knot at the top of her head, green eyes shining with motherly affection. Seeing his mother's hair, Harry was reminded of his dream- recurring dream, he should say. Even though it was simply a few minutes old, seeing the 'girl' in his dream, he felt as if it were quite some lifetimes ago.

He had been dreaming of a girl quite frequently lately, and not in the lewd way his best friend Ron seemed intent on. Harry would always simply spot her hair, the curve of her waist and as soon as she turned around, he would be jolted awake.

When he was a child, his mother used to tell him tales in which princesses would dream of faceless men, a golden bond tying the two people together. The faceless person you dreamt about was whom you shared your golden thread of life with. But those were just fantasy- woven to make a dull reality exciting. At least now, at the age of 19, was what Harry believed. He hopped out of bed, and walked off into the bathroom, getting started on his morning routine. It was half past eight when he went downstairs, his first class of the morning at 9:15. His father, James, was stood in front of the kettle, pouring himself a cup of his morning Earl Grey, and his mother was setting down the plate of pancakes on the table.

"Breakfast?" She asked, sitting down, his dad joining her to the left. "Morning Haz." His father grinned lopsidedly, a grin much like Harry's own, glasses steaming up from the hot mug. Harry recited a greeting in return and was about to refuse breakfast on the account of well, running late, when the smell of butter floated up to him and he found himself seated in front of his parents.

"Did you get sore again?" Lily asked, concern lacing her low voice.

"Yeah. I just don't seem to know how." Harry noted, voice muffled from a mouth full of pancakes.

"Slow down, you'll choke." She admonished lightly, shooting James an exasperated look when he snickered a low 'That's what she said' into his morning Daily Prophet.

"He probably needs a new mattress. Let's get one on the weekend." His mother said, earning an affirmative hum from James who was busy with his newspaper.

"I'll get going now. Bye mum, bye dad. See you in the evening." He spoke after having had his share of pancakes and a chat with his mum. He bent down for the customary top-of-the-head kiss from his mother, something she had been doing since Harry started school. And although he wouldn't admit it, he adored this little sentiment. His dad shot him another grin as he walked out of the door, putting in his earphones.

Fortunately for him, the university campus was quite a short bus ride away. However, he still found himself running across the campus from the bus stop to his lecture theatre- he forgot to factor in the fact that the hall today was all on the opposite end of campus.

"Shit," He glanced at his phone, currently glowing 9:21. It was Professor Binns' lecture, and he wasn't too fond of latecomers. Harry counted on his excellent grade in the module, hoping that would pull him through. As he ran across, his peripheral vision noted a mane of red momentarily, but before Harry could turn around and see, he was already in front of the class, digging through the bag for his ID card.

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"How is it that Binns' lectures keep getting worse through the term?" Ron, the aforementioned best friend groaned.

"Because your attention dwindles further as term moves on." Hermione, the other best friend noted. Harry grinned between the two of them. They were so in love, those oblivious idiots.

Binns' was the only class the three of them took together, and Ron departed for his Victorian Literature module. Harry and Hermione walked to the open amphitheatre, choosing to spend their free half hour which coincided together.

"Oh right. My friend from school is joining today, I was supposed to go show her around. Fancy coming?" Hermione spoke, eyes focused on her text messages. "Sure, I have the rest of the morning free." Harry pursed his lips. Hermione simply nodded and they set off across the campus again after the brief interlude at the theatre.

"Your friend is from school?" Harry asked.

"Yeah- she's a year younger but we were quite close when I was in year 12." She replied, eyes scanning the crowd at in front of the Lifesciences Lab, which was one of the main buildings on campus. "Who are we looking for again?" He imitated the search.

"Redhead, shorter than you." Hermione did not look up from the hoard of people, before her mouth set into a wide grin.

"Ginny! Here!" Hermione waved her arms around, jumping up and down in tandem. Harry couldn't see who Hermione was waving to, but the crowd was being roughly pushed aside as someone made their way towards the pair.

"Hermione! So good to see you!" The woman said, grabbing the older girl into a tight hug and letting go, placing the three of them in a triangular formation.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot to come see you." Hermione said somewhat sheepishly, but Harry wasn't listening. He was staring- no, gaping at the newcomer. Her hair was the exact shade of red as the girl in Harry's dream, and it cascaded down her back in a half up half down style. Her waist was encased in a light yellow sundress, complimenting her red hair. All in all, she was beautiful. Not because of her hair or slender figure, but also because of how her eyes shone as she spoke to Hermione.

"Have I seen you before?" Tumbled out of Harry's mouth before he could stop (or reason), and a pair of bright hazel eyes bore into his own moss green, before glittering again. Ginny simply smiled.

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And here it is, another AU! I definitely did not plan for this to be a multiple lifetime AU, but Regency!Hinny seemed too good to pass up on. I apologise for what is probably a very poorly written Regency era conversation, my knowledge of it is simply from Bridgerton and Google haha. I decided to keep the end open, just so that you guys can envision your own romance for them! Also, can I just say how I loved writing Lily and James?? It's their little debut in my one-shots yay!

Also, you can find my Ao3 here, where I post quite fluffy Wolfstar one-shots, if that's your thing!

I hope you enjoyed this as usual! Please interact with my pinned TAGLIST post on my account if you wish to be notified of whenever I post Hinny one-shots! Thank you for reading, and big hugs to everyone who loves what I write! Please keep going, it truly makes my day (or week??) xxxx

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DOOT DOOT

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every single person who reblogs this

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Alright but imagine enemies to lovers between ao3 and wattpad (yes the literal app and website) written on tumblr IMAGINE THE POTENTIAL

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This PRIDE MONTH, STRIVE TO:

1.know the important differences, for instance

Transgender v/s Transsexual

Sexual orientation v/s Gender Identity

Sex v/s Gender

2.stop assuming that the LGBTQI+ community is a group of part-men and part-women

3.educate yourself about the LGBTQI+ community

I STAND WITH THE LGBTQI+ COMMUNITY , NOW AND ALWAYS.

I'm proud to be an ALLY.

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Summer

Hello! I am SO sorry for having gone MIA all of a sudden on Tumblr and Ao3, but life caught up once exams ended and I was in a deep, dark place for sometime. But not to worry, because I'm definitely better now, and finally got over my writer's block/unmotivation (if that's a word) and what better way to start off writing again if not with a Hinny fic?

As usual, I hope you enjoy this sort of non-magic alternate universe, maybe a modern meet-cute of sorts? From the one and only Ginny Weasley's perspective, of course.

Again, you can find my Ao3 right here where I post quite fluffy Wolfstar one shots!

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The summer was harsh in Cornwall, which was where Ginny's family home was situated. She went up to university in London, just having recently finished her second year in Drama. Last summer, she was on a long trip with her best friend Luna, and hadn't been able to make it down to be with her family. But this year, she fully intended to spend as much time as possible with them, even if her older twin brothers were being annoying arses.

"Fred, George, just wipe the bloody tables already!" She screamed, exasperated, even though the twins were not even 20 feet away. The only unique cafe-by-day/restaurant-by-night was owned by Ginny's family. It was a quaint place, serving the best coffee to tourists and locals alike, along with not such a sharply contrasted cosy restaurant theme the place adopted when the sun went down.

And currently, the cafe was a few hours away from opening as a restaurant, and was left in the care of Ginny and her older twin brothers. She had another older brother after the twins, but he was off with his university friends (being an year older) and had even MORE older brothers ranked above the twins. Her oldest brother Bill, worked as a vet in New York, also where the second brother Charlie worked as an art curator. The third brother Percy was currently obtaining his PhD in some sort of Math which Ginny was too 'humanities' to understand (in Percy's own words, that subject bigot). The brothers after Percy, twins Fred and George were as stated, being annoying prats but worked in some sort of prank shop, much to their mother and Percy's chagrin (Between us and her, Ginny never understood why Percy felt a need to voice this opinion, because if Ginny also opened her mouth to provide an opinion on every single thing under the sun, working in a prank shop was perfectly acceptable).

Finally the last brother Ron went to university in Devon, having recently finished his degree in Astronomy combined with Philosophy, and that was it. Growing up with 6 older brothers, Ginny was significantly hot tempered, a trait often made fun of because of her (and her whole family's) flaming red hair.

"Oh for God's sake the two of you, just shut up if you don't want to do any work!" She finally snapped, causing two identical pairs of brownish eyes to look at her.

"Okay!" They smirked, before actually rushing away to the back of the cafe. Ginny sighed, wondering for the tenth time that afternoon why she bothered to come down here in summer. The twins, despite being her favourite, were useless gits-

"Ginny! Where are Fred and George?" Her mother's voice flew out from the front of the store, removing Ginny from her trail of thoughts, where Molly stood with hands laden with grocery bags. Her father, Arthur, she saw outside from the huge floor to ceiling windows, was unloading the boot of their car of more paper bags.

"They ran away after being absolutely useless gits." She muttered angrily, almost aggressively wiping a glass and placing it on the shelves behind her.

Her mother let out a long suffering sigh, but nevertheless joined Ginny in tidying up the cafe. "They're quite irresponsible." Molly sighed, wiping down tables at a superhuman speed.

"Mum if it's okay, can I join Ron and his friends at the party happening down at the beach?" Ginny asked apprehensively. The question had been burning at the back of her mind since the morning when Ron actually invited her to the beach party being thrown by one of the local boys. He had brought his uni friends and girlfriend down from Devon, and Ginny had already met Hermione, Ron's soulmate, if their behaviour was anything to go by.

Being in an all girls school, Ginny practically grew up with her girlfriends gushing about boys and celebrities, often almost swooning like some Victorian women when boys from the neighbouring school passed by their grounds.

However, Ginny was smart- if having six brothers had taught her anything, it was that boys were annoying, and only a few handful of them were actually decent. But now, looking at how close Ron and Hermione were, Ginny was starting to long for her own sort of romance. It had been over a year since she broke up with her first and only boyfriend Dean. She was convinced the breakup had solidified her stance on relationships, which was that relationships were okay but there was no need to actively look for one. Ron and Hermione's lovey dovey-ness was revolting, but uncharacteristically had Ginny pining away for her love story as well. Not that she'd ever admit it, of course.

"Well there's nothing really to do, and if it's busy there's a lot of pairs of hands to help. So sure, go on." Molly finally said and Ginny could almost fist pump, if it wasn't for the wet rag she was holding.

The evening rolled around quicker than Ginny anticipated, and before she knew it, her and Hermione stood in Ginny's small attic bedroom, getting ready for the party. "So, tell me, how was Dean?" Hermione asked, looking behind at Ginny through the mirror, where the younger girl stood blinking away extra mascara.

"Oh well, he was alright. Nothing like fireworks or sparkle." Ginny flushed slightly as she processed her own words. Oh, how she sounded like a lovestruck 12 year old.

However, Hermione didn't seem to mind. She simply grinned. "I'm sure with the right person it's more than just sparkles and fireworks." Hermione winked, and Ginny wondered if there was more to the statement than she understood. However, Hermione was already done with the topic, now going on about her course and what plans Ginny had for after university.

They walked downstairs, finding Ron standing at the door, his eyes glued to Hermione as she walked down the stairs. To be fair, Hermione definitely looked stunning- even if it was for a casual beach party. Ginny noted slightly bitterly to herself how the simplest pair of jeans and top could make one gorgeous to the right eyes. She breathed deeply as Ron wrapped an arm around his girlfriend, the girlfriend in question smirking back at Ginny as she followed them. Okay, very confusing.

The walk to the beach from the cafe was short, and there was already a bonfire going in the distance, with some upbeat song playing from someone's phone. "So, where is Harry and everyone else?" Hermione asked, looking around. Ron still had a hand in Hermione's as the two of them looked around for who had to be Ron's friends. "Neville!" Ron suddenly yelled good naturedly, as a tall guy walked towards the three of them with a big grin on his face.

"Ron! Hermione!" Neville hugged each of them in turn, smiling broadly at Ginny.

"Neville, this is my younger sister Ginny. Ginny, that's one of our friends from uni, Neville." Ron introduced. Ginny waved, which was returned by Neville.

"Is your girlfriend here as well?" Hermione asked, to which Ron added, "Oh, do we finally get to meet the elusive To-Be-Mrs. Longbottom?"

Perhaps having noticed Ginny's confusion, Neville clarified. "These two here haven't had the chance to meet my girlfriend- well, fiance as of a week, yet. In answer to your question Ron, no, she unfortunately couldn't make it. But she's been inviting the two of you over for dinner since ages." He turned to Ron.

"Actually yeah, we should definitely go. Anybody seen Harry?" Ron asked, looking around the small crowd of people. Ginny moved away from the couple to sit next to the fire, and grab a cold beer in the process.

She had just made herself comfortable slightly away from the warm fire when a figure sat down next to her, causing shivers to go up her left side. "Hi, you must be Ginny." The figure spoke and Ginny looked to the source of the voice, to be met by the unruliest mop of black hair she had ever seen on a human, and twinkling green eyes. In the soft light from the fire, they glowed slightly amber.

"I am. But I don't think I've met you?"

Ginny didn't get an answer because Ron's voice interrupted them. "Harry, you came!" He shouted, the figure (Harry) getting up to tackle Ron in a hug.

"Of course I did, getting sloshed at your best mate's beach party is always infinitely better than home." Harry grinned, and Ginny started to feel her heart race.

"I see you've met Ginny." Ron said, sitting down in between her and Harry.

"I just did, yeah." Harry smiled mischievously. They had moved closer to the fire, and in the brighter light, Harry's face was more distinct. And boy was he fit. The hair, even though messy, was not unattractive (quite the opposite), and his face was slightly round, made rounder by the permanent grin which seemed to reside there. And his eyes were covered by round glasses, reflecting off the orange from the fire.

"Well anyway, Gin, this is Harry, my best mate from university. He just made it down here to Cornwall." Ron said, and suddenly got up to fetch more drinks, but Ginny didn't miss the glares Hermione was shooting Ron from across the fire.

"Do you reckon we go a bit further away?" Ginny, being so busy interpreting the look Hermione was giving Ron, hadn't noticed the boy had shifted closer to her.

"Uh, sure." She found herself slightly tongue tied, staring into green amber.

"Brilliant, Let's go?" Harry got up, and lent Ginny a hand. She took it, and a slight warmth, probably not from the fire, ran down her spine when their hands remained connected.

They walked away from the party, not too far that a search team would be required, but just far enough to hold a conversation in peace. The music slightly played in the background, a slower guitar theme, and Ginny turned around to see Ron and Hermione swaying around the fire, the brightest smile settled on both their faces. Ginny simply let out a happy sigh, attention darting down to entwined hands.

"So, Ron tells me you're in drama?" He asked, as they sat down near the water with their legs bent, just that the waves touched their toes and washed back.

"Yes, I am, final year now. Although I haven't heard a lot about you?" Ginny teased. Harry simply chuckled, a sound she realised she found much more attractive than she should have.

"Well it's a shame since I am his best mate but, Harry Potter, third year medic, at your service." He lightly bowed his head, eliciting a giggle out of the girl.

"Medicine huh, that definitely sounds hectic." She commented, as her fingers drew an absent minded pattern in the sand separating their sitting figures.

"I also captain the football team." He replied, eyes shining with humor. Ginny looked up, wondering if it was a coincidence that the man she found extremely fit also checked off all her criterion of 'boyfriend'.

"Oh- well I don't know how you found the time to be here, what with studying and football." Ginny smiled. Harry looked back at her, eyes boring into her brown ones. "Only because I was told someone stunning was going to be here." He said in a lower voice. Ginny flushed under the stare.

"I'm sure having those feelings for your best mate's girlfriend is not a good idea." She teased, feeling some confidence seeping into her. Harry scooted closer, placing a hand on Ginny's.

"And what if I said they weren't for the girlfriend, but for the sister?" His eyes darted down to her lips, her own pulse quickening. Then continuing with her sudden confidence, she unconsciously leaned in, her lips just millimeters away from Harry's. "The sister would definitely like that because she thinks you're extremely fit too." Ginny whispered, her lips just brushing against Harry's before he closed the distance completely.

The two of them sat there, away from the party, lips moving in slow sync as if they were doing the communicating. Getting to know each other in silent movements, a dance of attraction and dominance. Thee music faded in the background, as behind her closed eyes Ginny saw stars, and faintly made out the sound of fireworks exploding behind them. Not that she'd admit it to anyone, of course.

But in that moment, it was just her, Harry and the cool water playing with their feet. And when they finally pulled apart, Ginny secretly swore that she saw her reflection in green pools glow and sparkle.

Not that she'd ever admit it, obviously.

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TAGLIST: @amy-herondale-chase // @purplepygmypuffskein // @ginnypxtter // @alwaysmagica1 // @norakelly // @her-blazing-look //

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Okay, I hope you guys enjoyed that! I wrote that when I was half asleep, so I'm not even sure if most of it makes sense haha.

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Thanks for the tag, @norakelly !! xxx

Lately I've really been into Soulmate and Cafe AUs! I'm not sure if they really classify as tropes, but Wolfstar meeting in a cafe has really become some soul stuff for me haha

In a more general sort of tropes, domestic fluff and friends to lovers is what I'm weak for ahaha

I don't really have a least favourite trope, but much like @norakelly, I'm not really a fan of crossover fics!

Please feel free to continue this if you're interested!!

Hi, this is an invitation to rant about your favourite and least favourite tropes in fanfiction. Rant your heart out and send this ask to 3 other fandom blogs

Thank you so much for sending this ask, Anon!

I’m not sure whether it’s a trope or not, but lately I’m very into Meet Cute AU. I love reading Hinny meeting and falling in love in all sorts of situations. Really, any situation, I don’t care. They’re absolutely perfect for each other in every single universe.

Regarding the least favourite trope, I’d say it’s Crossover. Don’t know why, guess I don’t have enough imagination. Well, truth be told, I have never read a Crossover and I feel like saying I don’t like a dish I have naver tasted. Maybe if I read a good one I’d change my mind!

Instead of forwarding this ask, I’m tagging @narukoibito, @clarensjoy and @madhulika18 for them to answer if they want to (hope you don’t mind!).

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Power Outage

So, another Hinny headcanon, on another really warm summer day. As usual, I had a simple fluffy one shot planned with cuddles, but one thing led to another and then to this. This is a bit emotion heavy than the rest of what I’ve written (it’s a happy ending don’t worry) and I PROMISE to keep the next one purely fluffy and possibly humorous for some (lots of) dopamine release :)

If you’re interested in reading more of what I write, especially Wolfstar, check out my Ao3 here. 

TW: Mention of death, post-war trauma. A slight bit, nothing very graphic, but demands a warning nonetheless. Please be kind to yourself, and do not be afraid of seeking help.

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Crack!

The thunder outside raged, bringing with it another splattering of rain. The water fell diagonally on the smaller sized French window, effectively clouding the view of the vast open fields at the back of the Potter residence.  “Harry!” Ginny’s voice floated through to the study, where Harry was sat, working on some Ministry paperwork. Exceptionally mundane, but if that was what it took for him to be able to afford Chudley Cannon’s new Quidditch kits, so be it. 

“Gin? You’re home already?” Harry peeked out from his study, his redheaded wife coming into his view. She was drenched, hands laden with bags from their usual Tesco, hair dripping with water and her beige coat weighted down with more water. Harry stood for a second, with holding from breaking into a smile as he took in the playfully angry expression of Ginny. He was conflicted between rushing down to help her or get her a bunch of towels, eventually deciding on the latter. 

He grabbed a few towels from the linen cabinet next to the kitchen, and handed them to Ginny in return for the bags in her hand. He kept them down on the kitchen floor as Ginny came inside as well, grimacing at the trail of water from the main door to the kitchen. 

“It’s alright, I’ll fix that. Go warm yourself up.” Harry soothed, knowing how Ginny hated the house to be in disarray, especially hating wet carpets. “I forgot my umbrella back at the academy, and I couldn’t be bothered to go back.” She said from the living room, where she had got a fire going, still rubbing her head with the towel. 

Harry followed her into the living room, having wiped the offending water away with some quick cleaning charms, and muttered a warming charm towards his wife as an extra precaution. The last thing he would want was Ginny coming down with a cold. 

“You should have skipped the groceries- it has been pouring since ages now.” Harry said, taking the towel from her and gently moving it on her head, eliciting a slight moan from Ginny. “Maybe. Quit your Ministry job, and start a business of head massages.” She said absently, leaning back into Harry, her legs stretched out by the fire. 

Harry let out a low chuckle. “Sure, if you’re alright with other people making the same expression like you have now.” He smiled. At that Ginny became alert, considering what her husband had said. 

“Never mind, the Ministry is definitely good enough.” She laughed, looking up at Harry. He never failed to notice the ever present twinkle in her brown eyes and one corner of her mouth turned up in a small smile. She was brilliant, and he at times still couldn’t believe that she was going to be with him for the rest of their lives, and maybe a little more. Harry smiled back, the two of them enjoying their quiet. 

Crack!

Another burst of lightning, followed by thunder was what brought the two of them back down from them oxytocin fueled hike. Ginny’s eyes rushed to the big doors leading to their backyard, undoubtedly checking if they were locked or not. “I locked them as soon as it turned a dark grey outside.” Harry said, smiling gently at her. 

“You’re too good-” Ginny started, only to be cut off as the lights adorning their living room went out. They lived in a combination of Muggle and magic life, such as having electricity but still preferring to do the dishes by magic. “What just happened?” Ginny asked, slightly perturbed. She was up now, shuffling slightly close to Harry. Harry put an arm around her waist- Ginny was practically fearless, except for the darkness. She’d developed a slight fear of the dark ever since the War, and her therapist felt it was because of the deaths she had seen, manifesting as a phobia of the dark. She was by no means completely a mess when put into the dark, not anymore at least- her will power always shining stronger, ready to defeat anything which tried to pull her down. But with Harry, she could let that guard down, letting some of her vulnerability show through. 

“It’s a power outage. Probably because of the storm.” He said, peering out into the kitchen and up at his study, both of which were now surrounded in darkness. It was late afternoon, but because of the storm it was much, much overcast outside. The living room was lit up in a soft glow from the fireplace, cackling softly. 

“I’ll get my papers down here, and we can sit together. Would that be alright?” He asked softly. Ginny looked at him. “Any time spent with you is more than alright, Harry.” She said, her chest moving up and down slightly urgently. Harry squeezed her hand, gently pushing her onto the sofa and walking back up to get his papers, and his wand. 

“Lumos,” He said softly, grabbing his quills and parchment, walking back down carefully. The dark, combined with Harry’s near blindness was almost fatal when it came to stairs. He breathed a literal sigh as he came back down onto level ground, going into the living room. Ginny was sat on the sofa, eyes closed, as she slowly breathed in and out. Harry looked at her, proud that he got to call this exemplary woman his wife. Her strength was astonishing to him, a quality he had admired since falling in love with her in his sixth year at Hogwarts. He was proud of how far Ginny had come, very close to conquering her trauma. She had been open to muggle therapy ever since Hermione had talked to her about it, and was definitely getting better. Still, Harry hated leaving her alone, especially if he could be close to her. This time as well, he sat next to Ginny, placing his work on his lap and grabbing her hand, squeezing it in the way he knew she felt comforted enough. 

She opened her eyes, flashing him a lazy smile, although Harry saw slight panic in her eyes. “So, what all did you get?” Harry asked instead, grabbing his quill and proofreading his auror mission report. His eyes kept flashing briefly onto Ginny. “Just the usual- we were out of the low fat milk and I had to get those snowman shaped chocolates, given how much Rose adores them.” Ginny said, and Harry was pleased to note her voice hadn’t lost it’s stability, flashing him back to just after the war and how Ginny often came close to tears, when she simply sat in the dark for a few moments. “She definitely does. I’m looking forward to the dinner tomorrow.” Harry smiled, placing his quill down and focusing completely on Ginny. She looked back, covering their joined hands with her free hand, pushing forth a silent thank you. 

“I am too- it feels like ages since we last saw Hermione and Ron, not to mention Rose. Also, speaking about them, Hermione called. She’s expecting again.” Ginny said, her voice going an octave higher. Harry grinned brilliantly, but mellowed down slightly thinking of his and Ginny’s own failure to conceive. They had been trying, but it hadn’t happened until now. To Ginny’s credit, she had been very optimistic about the situation, a strong believer in things happening in their own time. 

“That’s great news. Was that why she was drinking orange juice and not champagne at Neville’s party?” He wondered, thinking back to his friend Neville Longbottom’s first wedding anniversary party a few weeks ago. 

“Yes. I’m happy for them, though.” Ginny sighed, relaxing her head onto Harry’s shoulder. Her husband lay his chin on her head, rubbing soft circles onto her knuckles. “I am too, love.” He said, clasping Ginny’s hand tighter. 

“We’ll have a little baby of our own soon too. I can tell.” She said suddenly, and Harry could almost notice the smile in her voice. “I hope so, Gin. What would you want? A boy or a girl?” He asked, looking at her directly. 

“No preference, but both would be lovely.” She grinned, instinctively looking down at her stomach. Harry jolted for a second. 

“Do you think you want to take the test?” He asked, throat slightly dry all of a sudden. 

Ginny looked at him. “I don’t think, I had my period last-” she cut off, mind doing calculations. She shot Harry an urgent look and got up, letting her husband follow her. 

“This might be it.” She said, slightly shakily, muttering a Lumos and going inside the bathroom. Harry paced outside, uncharacteristically nervous. He would love a child, obviously, but what if it didn’t happen again? Suddenly he regretted bringing up the test, Ginny’s face at her last negative test flashing in front of him, leaving goosebumps in it’s trail. Ginny walked out a few moments later, and Harry stopped pacing. 

“And?” He asked, hands clasped together. “I didn’t see- I’m scared, Harry.” Ginny whispered, and Harry saw the beginnings of tears lace her eyes, realizing again how much this meant to her. And to him- Ginny’s happiness was above everything- he had sworn to keep her happy when they shared their vows. He simply pulled her into a hug, hoping this would convey all that he felt. They  separated after a few moments. “Let’s see, yeah?” He said, an arm around his wife as they stared at the test on the bathroom counter. Single line, and Ginny almost collapsed into Harry, breaking out into small sobs. Harry simply stared at the stick, unbelieving. It didn’t happen. Again. Just as he closed his arms around his wife, both of them falling onto the floor, he had a sudden urge to check again. 

He shined his wand onto the stick and finally saw the faint second line. It was barely there, but that was enough for him. “Gin,” He said, bringing up his wife’s face to meet his. Harry heart broke for a second, as he took in her tear streaked face, nose brightly red. “It has two lines,” He placed the stick onto her hand, shining Lumos again and Ginny blinked. She looked back up at Harry, mouth first opening and closing like a fish, before breaking into a huge, albeit watery grin. She slung arms locking around his neck, pushing them onto the bathroom floor. 

“This is unsanitary.” Harry laughed, the happiness of the universe blooming in his chest. It warmed him much more than any warming charm or even fire could. The simple weight of Ginny on his chest, and her low giggles mixed with happy sobs reverberating through him felt infinite, and he wished to be stuck in this gloriously happy moment forever. 

‘I don’t care- we’re going to be a family of three.” Ginny said, looking back up at Harry and he leaned down, pulling her in for a scorching kiss. “We are- finally. I love you.” He said, pushing his forehead against hers. 

“I love you too. I would have loved you even if that test was negative.” She whispered, tears falling again. Harry sat them up and kissed each of her tear away, mouth close to Ginny’s. “Me too love. Just us would always be good enough. But I am glad that we’re having a baby. More than glad- over the moon actually.” Harry grinned, feeling Ginny’s lips as he spoke. 

“This is the happiest I’ve ever been. Thank you.” She said simply, not giving Harry a chance to reply as she pulled him back into a kiss, hands tightening around his neck, planting themselves firmly into his hair and ruffling them up further. Harry smiled into the kiss, pulling at his wife’s lower lip, tasting her (and his) favorite cherry lip balm and the slight salt from her earlier tears, and knew he would never stop loving her, even if they could never have a family. But his hand moved to Ginny’s abdomen from her waist, and as he felt for life there which was not quite going to be felt for a few more months, he was content. And would never not be.  

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So, India is dying.

Look, I know a good number of you are from the US and things aren't amazing there either, but my country is literally on the brink of collapse. So I'd love it if we could talk about that for a minute.

If you can't do anything else, please just read and reblog.

A second COVID wave has taken out the healthcare system. There are no more hospital beds. There's an oxygen shortage. There's a critical vaccine shortage. The Central Government has thrown its hands up and is passing the baton to the State Governments to do what they can.

There are over 16 million covid cases. A record 330,000 new cases reported yesterday - comparable to the US at its peak. 187,000 dead as of today.

There is no plan.

Mass cremations are taking place. The cremation grounds are running day and night and they are short on wood. People are watching their loved ones die while waiting for a hospital bed, and then they're unable to give them the proper burial rights.

Hospitals are overwhelmed. Patients are being confined, two to a bed. They're the lucky ones.

We are on the verge of people dying in the streets.

This is the second-most populous country in the world. The largest democracy. A country that encapsulates over 15,000 years of recorded human history and has endured everything from famine to invasion to colonisation.

We might be at the end. This might be the thing that does us in.

People are dying.

People are dying.

People are dying and there is no plan.

More good news? Variants are popping up. A double mutation strain has shown up. It is resistant to current vaccines. This will not go away. This is the devastation they warned of when the anti-maskers were out protesting the minor inconvenience of covering their face in public.

My country is on the verge of an emergency state. Our government has failed us. This is as dire a situation as it ever could be.

Look. I don't do much with my life. I write fics, some of you have read them and that's pretty much it. I spend my days with my head in the clouds because that's where I like to be.

But two days ago, my grandmother tested positive, had to be taken to hospital and the ambulance caught fire.

She barely made it to the urgent care she needs.

So, here I am, using whatever meager platform I have to cobble this request together. Because I have to do something.

If you can, donate.

Or spread the word.

Help. Please.

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Not sure if this has been requested before, but any... pirate fics? I just watched the Pirates of the Caribbean movies and I feel like I need some pirate marauders in my life now.

It hasn’t been requested before! Here are some Pirate AUs for you!

Praedonum by @stagecrime and @wolfstarforeverandever (T, 1.2k, 1 chapter)

“I saw you being taken at the port and I couldn’t let the prince of the sea be kidnapped. Sirius Black, isn’t it?”

A gay pirate rescue.

Remus’ Booty by @neondomino (T, 1.3k, 1 chapter)

Thrown overboard from the boat he had been on, Sirius hadn't expected to be saved by such a handsome pirate.

Treasure by @vaindumbass (T, 2k, 1 chapter)

“I suppose I should apologize.” Lupin said, looking out wistfully over the ocean. “It’s just-- I quite dislike Tom Riddle, you see.”

Sirius huffed a laugh, walking forward until he was standing next to Lupin, mirroring his position. “Don’t we all?”

Lupin painted quite the pretty picture, his brown curls waving a little in the wind, his face illuminated by the setting sun. Sirius quickly turned his head back to the sea.

-or: a pirate au.

The New Sailing Master by @blitheringmcgonagall (T, 3.5k, 1 chapter)

Prompt: Sirius is a pirate, Remus is a fugitive, Remus manages to get a lift aboard the Blithering Idiot and it's love at first sight...

The Marauders’ Map by @neondomino (T, 3.9k, 1 chapter)

When Remus' crew start a mutiny, he makes sure they don't get their hands on the treasure map. But when he's saved by the crew of a rival ship, he's a little more willing to share it.

And A Star to Steer Her By by Ceredwen (E, 21.2k, 1 chapter)

In which James and Sirius are pirates, Lily runs a brothel, Peter is a sailor, and Remus is a lot of things.

Inquiries? Ask the Archivists!

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Apart from the Marvel content, I'd love to check your blog out!!

Looking for new people to follow!

I’m looking for some new people to follow, so if your content is any of the following like/reblog and I’ll check your blog out!

signal boosts appreciated!

harry potter 

reader insert fics for the marauders

character x character fics (jily, wolfstar, romione & hinny)

gifsets 

edits/graphics

fanart

marvel

bucky fics 

gifsets

edits/graphics

fanart

star wars

anakin reader insert fics

prequels/clone wars

gifsets

edits/graphics

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Hero

The hero in a relative sense, anyhow. You have your moments of weakness, but you're the best one for the job. Or the only one that wants it. Golden child, high aptitude, natural leader, whatever it may be--you've grown used to being favored, to being the best. You walk a fine line and you'll lose yourself to insanity if you aren't careful. You know that, though. It began to dawn on you a long time ago what you've gotten yourself into

take this archetype quiz and tell me your result!

your result: lover

You are so full of love and light; you value the people around you more than anything. I hope you find what you’re looking for. I hope you find the right people at the right time and that your world is full of love; I hope your love is returned to you, properly, and that you don’t ever get too hurt (because you’re prone to it, aren’t you?). You deserve that, you deserve the world. I wish you the best. Also, I’m serious, read the last lines of the minecraft end poem if you haven’t, I think you’ll like it.

tagging: @moonlit-xio @ainumu @whipped-cream-writings; if anyone i haven’t tagged would like to participate please feel free to do so as well.

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