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handledwithgloves · 24 days
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‘an ode to ron weasley’ by hermione jean granger 🩷
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mimi-saurio · 1 month
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Jonathan, Chrissy, and Eddie - Childhood friends AU <3 Jonathan Byers: He's thirteen and living the last (worst) moments of his parent's marriage at home, protecting his little brother from their fights and trying to keep his innocence as much as he can. Everyone at school gossips about his family, so he prefers isolating himself from his classmates. The only friends he has are Chrissy Cunningham, and Eddie Munson, whose lives can be more similar to his than everyone might think. Chrissy Cunningham: At thirteen, Chrissy's mom is near to remarrying a nice man and moving to a better neighborhood in Hawkings. To get her goal she convinces Chrissy to be "the perfect daughter" pressuring her to be pretty, intelligent, and obedient. Chrissy wants her mom to be happy because she loves her, so she is determined to follow every "suggestion" her mom makes, even the ones she feels are wrong. Whenever she feels overwhelmed, she finds comfort in her two best friends. Jonathan whose angry thoughts about her mom might confuse her, still gives her support and a pack of cookies when she needs it, and Eddie who always knows what to say to make her cheer up...and to blush, a little. Eddie Munson: He moved to Hawkings after his mom passed, so he could be taken care of by his uncle and dad, although this seems to not happen because he is always alone at home. His uncle has to work till midnight to earn money and pay for every mess-up Eddie's father makes throughout the week. At school, similar to Jonathan, all the kids speak behind his back about his poor life and his drug-addicted father. Unlike Jonathan, he tends to get into fights and claim attention with his rude attitude. Even though, his two friends Jonathan and Chrissy are convinced he's one of the kindest, most creative with a huge heart from all the kids in the world. They might be right about his heart, cause it aches whenever he sees his friends sad, or it races as Chrissy smiles. Sorry for my poor grammar English is not my main language.
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ryou-nan · 23 days
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JJBA 456 TRIO DUMP 🔥
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biggest gay cousins weird hairstyles JoJo 456 trio fans ever 💎🐞🦋
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comfortyoo · 10 months
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Han and Luke convince Leia to go watch the Barbie movie 💖
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round here we talk like lions but we sacrifice like lambs
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recluse-moth · 7 months
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October 7th, 1998
The war was over but the scars still remained. She was but a specter of her old self, she’d walk from room to room in the manor in a completely catatonic state. She hadn’t spoken of what had happened to her during the brief period of when Voldemort had won, but her scars told me everything I needed to know.
Harry had gone to the forbidden forest as the old man had requested of him, Hermione had somehow managed to sneak past with Ron in an attempt to save Harry. Voldemort had struck him down as if he were nothing, almost immediately after that Ron and Hermione had been discovered.
However Potter hadn’t died that night, instead he’d come back and won the fight. None of that mattered to him though, not when his best friends had been tortured for hours while he had been playing dead.
It took nearly three weeks until they were both strong enough to leave St. Mungos. Hermione had gone to stay with the Weasley’s along with Potter and the Lovegoods. I had gone to visit nearly everyday watching as she sat by a window in silence. Mrs. Weasley seemed to have lost more than one son that night of the battle. Ron had spent nearly every day out in the garden, sometimes Hermione would join him and I would stand guard with Harry in case one of them had an episode setting off the other. I could see the pain in Potters eyes as he watched, but not like the glazed over look Hermione would give when she’d look at me.
A month after they’d been discharged it was decided that caring for them both in the same house was proving difficult. It seemed as if their terrors were becoming more frequent, so I offered to take Hermione to the Manor, Harry was reluctant as he had every right, but ultimately she’d come to stay.
The first day I took her to the library and it seemed to spark something that seemed dead once before. She walked around for hours picking books out, and I carried them gladly for her. She’d sit by the window and read till she fell asleep. It seemed that reading was the only bit if peace she found, but she still didn’t speak.
By week three we had found a routine between the two of us, we would meet for breakfast by the greenhouse, and we’d walk the gardens my mother watching from the manor above. After the walk we would enter the manor once again and she would bury herself with book till lunch where we would meet my mother in the dinning room. My mother tried to speak with her on several occasions but the most Hermione could manage was nod. After that we would sit in the drawing room and I’d read to her as she watched the fire I’d built for her myself to keep her warm. We would take dinner in her room and she would read as she ate, and when it was time for her to sleep I would and wait till her eyes were closed before I left her for the night.
It felt as if we were in never ending cycle of silence, but everyday I’d spent with her I took notice of every detail about her. The way her nose curved, the slightest freckles on her face, the complex shade of her eyes, even the way she’d often braid her hair because she she hated having to push back the curls when she read. It wasn’t until today that I decided that I would break our routine and take her somewhere for a change.
I bought a muggle car just so she wouldn’t have to fly or gather the strength to disapparate to where we were going. She slept most of the way there but when we arrived her eyes lit up again. It was too gloomy for a swim and I hadn’t anticipated the amount of wind that hit our sides but we walked along the shore. She collected oddly shaped seashells and handed them to me for safe keeping as she had with the books she wanted to read for the day. After an hour we sat in the sand and she watched the waves in peace, her hair flowing in the wind and I’d never seen her look as beautiful as she did then.
I took her hand in mine and she turned to look at me, and for the first time in a long time she smiled. She rested her head against my shoulder and said, “Thank you.”
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lentilsouplvr · 28 days
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i'm really in love with this fan art that i did, i love using real texture photos on clothing and also i think my design for ron in this is real cute.
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moos-art · 2 years
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Potter Hug!!
Hermione, Harry and Ron.
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venskih · 9 months
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Golden trio ✨
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handledwithgloves · 25 days
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“harry, malfoy’s looking over here… well, he was.”
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sessjudoodles · 1 year
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I just read Golden Shrike by @doe-prince & had to draw an animal crossing au for the lil guys ♥ If you like stories in the vein of Watership Down, Firebringer, or Redwall, check it out.
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tiefkuhltruhe · 2 years
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ummm dont remember in which book this exact scene happened. i think in all of them
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hpfestofstars · 1 year
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Festival of Stars 2022 - Sign Up and Prompts
Sign ups for the Festival of Stars 2022 closes on November 25 - just one week away!
This fest is an all inclusive holiday Harry Potter fest, meaning all holiday and winter activities are welcome. All Harry Potter centric pairing are also welcome.
Important Dates
— Sign-Ups open: 25 September
— Sign-Ups close: 25 November
— Submissions close: 9 December at 11:59:59 PM EST
— Reveals: 10 December - 30 December
General Rules:
- Any era of Harry Potter (Golden Trio, Marauders, Cursed Child, Fantastic Beasts). No crossovers.
- No dead doves.
- Submissions must be at least 250 words but there is not max limit.
- Open to writers and artists.
- Proper tags must me utilized.
All guidelines, dates and prompts can be found on our AO3 page.
Once a prompt is claimed, please fill out our Google Form to help up keep submissions organized.
Below are lists of some of the prompts open for claiming! There is also an option for Authors Choice if you have an idea that is not already listed.
Happy writing and creating! We are so excited to see what you all submit❄️
@hpfests
art by @roseheira
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The Trio breaks out of Gringotts - From Wiltshire, With Love
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Spy/handler war AU, complete! Chapter excerpt:
“Guys.”
Hermione, Ron and Griphook glanced up at Harry from the destroyed cup.
“We rode a fucking dragon!” He was staring at them in disbelief. Hermione, mouth agape, could hardly believe what had just happened either. “We broke into Bellatrix Lestrange’s vault in Gringotts and we rode a fucking dragon!”
Ron and Harry high fived and started whooping like morons, having just escaped about 72 instances of near death when their plan veered wildly off the rails. She still couldn’t believe they all got out alive. Griphook eyed them as if they had succumbed to temporary insanity. They turned towards her, expecting her to join in the fun but faltered at her expression.
“Hermione?” Ron asked, worried.
She gurgled, clutched her stomach, fell to her knees and vomited her lunch all over the Horcrux. Ron and Harry stared at her for a few seconds and then burst out laughing with loud guffaws. Hermione tried to glare at them but was too busy spitting the remainder of puke out of her mouth.
“She actually–” Ron wheezed, struggling to speak and clutching his stomach. “Bloody hell!” he wheezed again, laughing and sputtering. “She actually vomited on a Horcrux!” 
Harry bent over and slapped his thigh. His face was bright red and tears streamed out of his eyes as he gasped for breath. The two leaned on each other and knocked heads with the force of their laughter, making them laugh even more. Griphook eyed her in distaste, thoroughly unamused.
“Are you two twats done?”
That only made them laugh harder. After a few more minutes of her recovering while the two tossers calmed down from their explosive laughter, Harry spoke.
“Nice aim,” Harry observed, his mouth still twitching. “Who needs the Sword of Gryffindor? Next time just blow chunks on the Horcrux. You-Know-Who will be grossed out from your Muggle-born germs and voluntarily leave.”
Hermione spat onto the ground and retched one last time. “Fucking hilarious,” she grumbled.
Ron laughed again. “So you won’t take up dragon riding as your next hobby?”
Harry conjured a cup and Ron cast Aguamenti to fill it for her. Harry held the cup out and she took it gratefully, washing her mouth of bile, spitting onto the vomit and then drinking greedily.
Ron extended a hand for her to stand again but Hermione shook her head.
“Let me sit for a few minutes,” she gasped.
Instead of sitting, she lay down on her back, and then rolled over on her stomach, arms and legs splayed outwards. She didn’t care that she was getting leaves and dirt all over herself.
It didn’t matter what the fate of the Wizarding World was. She was never riding a dragon again. Or a thestral. Or a hippogriff.
How in the world did she get herself into these situations? And it was always her idea. Every. Single. Bloody. Time. She was a sodding idiot. She should just stop talking. And thinking. No more thinking for Hermione Granger.
This forest floor was the best in the world. She fisted the leaves and dirt and emitted a shuddering sigh.
“What are you doing?” Harry asked, amused.
“Hugging the ground,” Hermione answered. “I have never been so happy to see dirt and leaves in my life.”
“Should we…uh…leave you two alone for a bit?” Ron asked her suggestively.
“We could get them a room perhaps,” Harry commented. “When she’s done having her way with the Durmstrang library.”
“Sod off,” she grumbled.
“You know,” Ron continued, taunting her. “I bet riding a broom would be easier for you now. We could–”
“Fuck you,” Hermione cut him off, breathless.
“Are you seriously still scared of riding brooms?” Ron said in disbelief.
“With the end of your broomstick,” she continued.
Ron and Harry laughed.
“After it’s been broken off,” she closed her eyes. “So there’s splinters. Big ones. Sharp and pointy.”
Never, never, never again.
Art by the amazingly talented translator and artist, @pir-piromanka​, https://www.instagram.com/pir_piromanka/
AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30318162/chapters/74730492
FFnet: https://www.fanfiction.net/.../1/From-Wiltshire-With-Love
Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/.../304639668-from-wiltshire-with...
Russian translation: https://ficbook.net/readfic/11316327
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recluse-moth · 6 months
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Baby Mione and Draco
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badumhax · 1 year
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Kitten Hermione Grenger with Electro powers.
I wanted to start this series inspired by Genshin Impact for a while. Pyro!Voldetom is ready, as well as Cyro!Draco and Hydro!Ron. I hope you like 💫
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