Edited in October 2024:
Cassie has compiled a lot of the bonus content in different PDFs, you can find them here, but please be aware that you have to be a newsletter subscriber to have access to these files.
This list is still a WIP, but I’m doing my best to update everything! Since some content is exclusive and even Cassie hasn’t shared it yet, I also won’t share it here. I’ve still listed it and I’m sure you’ll find it elsewhere. :)
The Mortal Instruments
City of Bones (27 March 2007)
Not For Humans (crossover between Holly Black’s Modern Faerie Tale series and The Shadowhunter Chronicles, set before City of Bones)
Awake (Jace meets Clary for the first time from Isabelle’s POV): part of We Jace You A Clary Christmas (PDF)
Original prologue from Jace’s POV
Magnus’s Vow
Kissed: Magnus and Alec’s First Kiss
When Midnight Comes: Jace’s point of view of his first kiss with Clary: Part of We Jace You A Clary Christmas (PDF)
Official Clave files (City of Bones 10th anniversary edition): teaser
City of Ashes (25 March 2008)
Because It Is Bitter: The Seelie Court kiss from Jace’s POV: Part of We Jace You A Clary Christmas (PDF)
Deleted scene: Isabelle defends Jace
Deleted scene: Magnus explains the faerie world
City of Glass (24 March 2009)
Read the original first chapter of City of Glass
Chapter 2: The Demon Towers of Alicante*
Jace kisses Alec*
Chapter 7: Where Angels fear to tread*
Chapter 9: This guilty Blood*
Chapter 13: Where There Is Sorrow*
Manor scene: Jace’s POV: Part of We Jace You A Clary Christmas (PDF)
Jace’s letter to Clary
Chapter 20: Weighed in the Balance*
Jocelyn’s story
* Cut, deleted or changed
City of Fallen Angels (5 April 2011)
A story told in postcards
City of Lost Souls (8 May 2012)
A Question of Power
The Act of Falling
A Dark Transformation: Becoming Sebastian
Stephen’s letter to Jace
Deleted Malec scene
Deleted Jace scene
Deleted or cut scenes (including the cut DSCS)
City of Heavenly Fire (27 May 2014)
Inside jacket artwork
Uncut Clary and Jace cave scene
Deleted scene/comic: Magnus sends Emma and the Blackthorns back to Los Angeles
Comic strip scene “The Wedding” (exclusive to the UK edition)
Cut scene: Jonathan’s death
Letter from Faerie to Arthur Blackthorn
The Infernal Devices: Bonus content inside Life is a Book (PDF)
Clockwork Angel (31 August 2010)
On the Bridge: Will and Jem before Clockwork Angel: Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Of Loss: Will’s perspective on his kiss with Tessa: Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Why Will Hates Ducks: Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Deleted scenes (Jem & Tessa on Blackfriars Bridge, Nate & Tessa, Will & Tessa): Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Tessa’s letter to Nate (exclusive to Illumicrate’s Clockwork Angel: 10th Anniversary Edition): Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Clockwork Prince (6 December 2012)
Will’s letter to his parents: Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Burning Bright: Jem’s meeting with Tessa from his viewpoint: Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Will’s love letter to Tessa (can also be read in Clockwork Princess)
An Offering of Moonlight: Jem’s Perspective on “Fierce Midnight”: Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Deleted scenes: The Whole of It (Will tells Jem about his curse), Tessa and Jem: Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Clockwork Princess (19 March 2013)
Cut scene: Will and Jem
‘Will’s love letter to Tessa’
Carstairs, Herondale and Lightwood family tree (1831-2007), proceed with caution, because SPOILER this family tree is not correct
After the Bridge (Tessa & Jem with art by Cassandra Jean –> City of Heavenly Fire spoilers)
Will and Tessa comic from Cassandra Jean and Cassie
The Dark Artifices
Set before the books
Stars to Burn (Mark & Kieran, with art)
Lady Midnight (8 March 2016)
A Long Conversation (short story in some first editions of Lady Midnight, now an ebook): Part of We Jace You A Clary Christmas (PDF)
Cut scene: Julian
Unedited beach scene
Deleted scene: Emma and Cameron
Deleted scene: Emma, the Blackthorns and the Ashdowns
Deleted scene: Emma and the Blackthorns
Deleted scene: Emma, Clary and Church
Lord of Shadows (23 May 2017)
Cottage scene (Emma & Julian, with art)
Our Waking Souls (canon online short story about Clary & Jace, with art)
Deleted Jemma scene (exclusive to UK 5th anniversary edition)
Queen of Air and Darkness (4 December 2018)
Deleted prologue: pending
Cut Blackstairs scene (unedited)
Deleted Jemma scene
A Love That Never Tires (short story in some first editions of Queen of Air and Darkness, sequel to A Long Conversation): Part of We Jace You A Clary Christmas (PDF)
Kit’s letter to Jace (exclusive to UK 5th anniversary edition): teaser
The Eldest Curses
The Red Scrolls of Magic (9 April 2019)
Magnus’s letter to Alec (from City of Heavenly Fire, formerly exclusive content for Illumicrate & Good Choice Reading)
How Magnus met Catarina: Now a flashback scene in The Lost Book of the White
Deleted snippet (back then the book titles were different)
The Lost Book of The White (1 September 2020)
Edited scene from beginning of the book
In Dreams Begin (Jem and Tessa’s wedding)
Simon’s graduation party (exclusive to Waterstones, deleted scene): A Tale of Brunch (PDF)
The Last Hours
Set before the books
Chain of Gold Extra Content (flash fiction): Bonus content inside The Penultimate Hours (PDF)
The Devil Tavern
Days Past: Lucie and Cordelia
Days Past: Christopher
Cirenworth Hall
The City of Bones
Lucie and Ghosts
A Lightwood Christmas Carol, Part 1
A Lightwood Christmas Carol, Part 2
The Anniversary Party, Part 1
The Anniversary Party, Part 2
Chain of Gold (3 March 2020)
Deleted scene: Matthew
Wedding Invitation (exclusive to Good Choice Reading): Part of Life is a Book (PDF)
Fairy Tale of London: part of Life is a Book (PDF) and also Fairy Tale of London (PDF). You can see artwork from the short story here.
Lucie’s letter to Cordelia (exclusive to LitJoy Crate)
Ragnor’s letter to Magnus (exclusive to Waterstones rune edition)
The Whispering Room from James’s POV with art by Cassandra Jean
Chain of Iron (2 March 2021)
One Must Always Be Careful of Books (exclusive to first editions)
Fever (exclusive to Waterstones )
Matthew’s letter to James (exclusive to LitJoy Crate)
Chain of Thorns (31 January 2023)
Aught But Death (Lucie and Cordelia become parabatai): Aught But Death (PDF)
Matthew writes to James (exclusive to Waterstones)
Jesse writes to Lucie (exclusive to LitJoy Crate)
Deleted snippets: pending
Unidentified snippets
The bonus content is put under the book titles where you can find the extras in, e.g. The Act of Falling is set in City of Fallen Angels but you can find it in City of Lost Souls.
Happy belated birthday to Katniss Everdeen — the girl who keeps reminding me not to lose hope (which is not an easy task).
What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again.
1. I wanted to expand somehow Peeta’s portrait I did for “how you draw his hair” ask. I mean, why not?
2. I wanted to participate in #thgagain and this is an iconic look for the first book of the series.
3. Oops, did I say TWO things to say? Never mind. I really really HATE the one I draw in November, it’s awful. So I always wanted to redraw this outfit.
4. Also I find a mistake in my old drawing and HAD to redraw it immediately.
So here we are! Everlark Outfit #9, version 2.
What do we know about this outfit: Cinna does my hair in my simple trademark braid down my back. Then the clothes arrive, the same for every tribute. Cinna has had no say in my outfit, does not even know what will be in the package, but he helps me dress in the undergarments, simple tawny pants, light green blouse, sturdy brown belt, and thin, hooded black jacket that falls to my thighs. “The material in the jacket’s designed to reflect body heat. Expect some cool nights,” he says. The boots, worn over skintight socks, are better than I could have hoped for. Soft leather not unlike my ones at home. These have a narrow flexible rubber sole with treads though. Good for running. I think I’m finished when Cinna pulls the gold mockingjay pin from his pocket. I had completely forgotten about it. [Katniss] + a bright orange backpack. + silver sheath of arrows and a bow, already strung [Peeta] + I agently unzip his jacket, unbutton his shirt and ease them off him. + I hand Peeta my knife, since whatever weapons he once had are long gone, and he slips it into his belt.
This part of “Catching Fire” is done (finally) so I put it all together;)
DISTRICT 11, THE SQUARE
I go to my compartment and let the prep team do my hair and makeup. Cinna comes in with a pretty orange frock patterned with autumn leaves. I think how much Peeta will like the color. <…> As the train is pulling into the District 11 station, Cinna puts the finishing touches on my outfit, switching my orange hairband for one of metallic gold and securing the mockingjay pin I wore in the arena to my dress. <…> I can hear the anthem beginning outside in the square. Someone clips a microphone on me. Peeta takes my left hand. // Catching Fire, ch. 4
I think this dress should be a little semi-official so I choose cape sleeve sheath midi dress. It’s perfect for autumn (and they have early autumn weather there in 11th). The hair is just plain + gold hairband = girlish innocent look like the one after the games (this tactics they choose for the Tour). Plus I wanted to draw Katniss with her natural straight hair because i draw her with her braid usually ;) And again nothing about Peeta’s outfit. You know I feel like Portia 😅 because I have to choose how to dress Peeta. I’m not complaining through. So it is black suit with golden buttons (matching Katniss’s hairband and pin), thin soft orange sweater and black leather shoes.
DISTRICT 11, THE DINNER
A pale pink strapless dress brushes my shoes. My hair is pinned back from my face and falling down my back in a shower of ringlets. Cinna comes up behind me and arranges a shimmering silver wrap around my shoulders. He catches my eye in the mirror. “Like it?” “It’s beautiful. As always,” I say. “Let’s see how it looks with a smile,” he says gently. // Catching Fire, ch.5
DISTRICT 7
Jackson has devised a game called «Real or Not Real» to help Peeta. He mentions something he thinks happened, and they tell him if it’s true or imagined, usually followed by a brief explanation. <…> But since Peeta’s greatest confusion centers around me—and not everything can be explained simply—our exchanges are painful and loaded, even though we touch on only the most superficial of details. The color of my dress in 7. My preference for cheese buns. The name of our math teacher when we were little. Reconstructing his memory of me is excruciating. Perhaps it isn’t even possible after what Snow did to him. But it does feel right to help him try. // Mockingjay, ch. 19
So we have only one sentence in “Mockingjay” about this outfit. And still I decided to draw it because I have a theory (head canon?) about it. I think Peeta remembers the color of her dress because it was special night for him (a lot of kisses and attempts to sneak away from everyone and maybe it felt very real at times) and also because she had two braids and the dress was red. RED is the color ❤️. / Peeta has dark red + black + a little bit gold which is also sexy color combination.
DISTRICT 5
I volunteer to take Annie back to my house in 12, where Cinna left a variety of evening clothes in a big storage closet downstairs. All of the wedding gowns he designed for me went back to the Capitol, but there are some dresses I wore on the Victory Tour. <…> Annie wears a green silk dress I wore in 5, Finnick one of Peeta’s suits that they altered— the clothes are striking. <…> As surely as the embroidery stitches in Annie’s gown were done by Cinna’s hand, the frosted flowers on the cake were done by Peeta’s. // Mockingjay, ch. 16
Katniss: green silk dress + wavy sleeves + sea waves embroidery / Peeta: ivory dress shirt + knitted green waistcoat with sea waves embroidery + tweed suit
DISTRICT 2
Girl talk. That thing I’ve always been so bad at. Opinions on clothes, hair, makeup. So I lie. “Yeah, he’s been helping me design my own clothing line. You should see what he can do with velvet.” Velvet. The only fabric. I could think of off the top of my head. “I have. On your tour. That strapless number you wore in District Two? The deep blue one with the diamonds? So gorgeous I wanted to reach through the screen and tear it right off your back,” says Johanna. // Catching Fire, Chapter 15
This description gave me strong “Anastasia” feels 😅. So I loosely based Katniss dress on Anastasia’s ballet evening gown. For Peeta I chose tuxedo jacket similar to Salvatore Ferragamo design for FF 12/13. Neo classic, purple velvet, shiny shoes. Also I decided to include a cane, both to help Peeta to have some rest during all this Tour activities and as an accessory.
DISTRICT 12
When we reach the mayor’s house, I only have time to give Madge a quick hug before Effie hustles me off to the third floor to get ready. After I’m prepped and dressed in a full-length silver gown, I’ve still got an hour to kill before the dinner, so I slip off to find her. <…> She [Madge] saw my reflection behind her and smiled. “Look at you. Like you came right off the streets of the Capitol.” // Catching Fire, ch.6
When I started drawing this one I just felt that I need to make it look very “Capitol”. So I added some feathers. A LOT of sparkling feathers, haha. Also there are some “moon and stars” accessories in Katniss’ hair because this silver gown gives me moonlight vibes. For Peeta I came up with classic suit but made him wear it casually.
Peeta’s months in the Capitol under Dr. Aurelius’ care as he struggles to sort real memories from false, come to terms with the horrors inflicted on him and those he loved during the war, and understand the true nature of his connection with Katniss Everdeen.
katiac is not on tumblr, but this lady is a real talent when it comes to The Hunger Games fanfiction. If you haven’t done so already, check this story out. It is gold, imho. Fantastic insight into Peeta’s character written through beautiful prose. On the top of my list, for sure! I’m always happy when she posts a new chapter!
If you had to pick out a wedding dress for Ginny, what would it look like?
Anon, I have such an incredibly specific headcanon about Ginny’s wedding dress and I always put off writing it so this spurred me into action today. So, I’m sorry, you didn’t ask for a whole one-shot, but you’re getting one 😅 (also everyone please read @sophie-hatter-jenkins one-shot which is wonderful and is what I was reading when this headcanon came to me).
Read on AO3 or below:
Molly stepped out of the fireplace to find her kitchen exactly as she had left it several hours earlier. The stew she’d prepared that morning was still simmering on the stove; a plate of freshly-baked cookies still sat on the windowsill, where she’d left them to cool, and Harry and Ron were still lounging in chairs around the table, clutching mugs of tea.
They looked up at her arrival, waving their hands in greeting, before being distracted by the flash of bright green flame from the fireplace behind her.
Their attention was fully captured as Ginny tumbled out of the fireplace with a growl of frustration and kicked her shoes, unnecessarily savagely, against the stone hearth to displace any remaining ash.
Ron cast a nervous glance in Molly’s direction, wincing as Ginny stomped across the kitchen. Harry, however, looked only mildly concerned when Ginny slumped into the empty chair beside him.
“I take it you had no luck again?”
“No,” she groaned, leaning so that her head was resting against Harry’s shoulder. “It’s useless. I’m never going to find anything.”
Molly made her way over to the stove, intent on checking the progress of the stew. She offered no comment on Ginny’s forlorn statement. Her attempts at positivity during their latest round of wedding dress shopping had been met with increasing frustration from her daughter.
Molly had run out of reassurance. She’d really thought today they might find the one. It had been their third excursion with such a purpose.
The first time they’d gone to the most popular wedding dress boutique on Diagon Alley. There had been a whole party of them; Ginny, Molly, all of the chosen bridesmaids and sisters-in-law had gathered to review the options. There had been champagne and sandwiches so tiny Molly would’ve been ashamed to serve them to her guests. Over the course of the afternoon Ginny had rejected close to 50 different dresses.
Still, she hadn’t been deterred at that point. A few weeks later, with only Molly, Luna and Hermione accompanying her, Ginny had made appointments at an assortment of popular Muggle and Magical bridal shops over the course of what had proven to be a very long weekend. She had been optimistic, ‘With all these options, there has to be something I’m happy with…’
By the Sunday afternoon, Molly had watched her daughter’s optimism wane to despair.
It did not matter how beautiful the dress was, how flattering or opulent it might be, Ginny always found something she hated about it.
Some had been ‘too busy’, others ‘too plain’. She had labelled many of the figure-hugging options ‘too revealing’ (and Molly had quite agreed), but looser silhouettes had led to such comments as ‘I may as well get married in a potato sack.’
Whatever Ginny’s reasons, the piles of rejected dresses had grown and grown along with her irritation.
Today, only Molly had accompanied her to an appointment with renowned designer, Isadora Tailor. Fleur had made the suggestion, if Ginny couldn’t find a dress she liked, perhaps she should simply design one to her exact specifications.
Though Molly hadn’t voiced the thought out loud, a course of action which she knew would only result in a huffy glare from her daughter, she suspected Ginny’s problem was the same one she’d always struggled with – while she knew exactly what she didn’t want, she had no idea what she did. And though Ginny couldn’t see it, those two things were not the same at all.
Eventually, after several hours spent examining fabric samples and reviewing sketches, it had been Isadora who had suggested that perhaps Ginny needed to refine her vision before proceeding any further.
“But I’m getting married in six months,” Ginny had protested. “I don’t have time to refine my vision.”
“I am a very busy witch,” had been Isadora’s reply. “I don’t have time to help people who can’t be helped.”
Ginny had released an indignant huff upon hearing such a comment. Molly had half-expected a horde of bat-bogeys to come shooting out of the interminable woman’s haughty nose. If she was honest, she wouldn’t have found the punishment unjust.
Yet, Ginny had kept an admirable hold on her temper. She’d merely thanked Isadora for her time and hustled Molly to the white marble fireplace in the back of the design studio. The pair of them had returned promptly to the Burrow.
“Maybe I’ll just get married in my Quidditch kit,” Ginny said now, lifting her head from Harry’s shoulder to judge his reaction.
“If you want,” he said with an easy shrug. “I can wear my Auror robes – give everyone the satisfaction of telling us we’re workaholics for the millionth time.”
Molly rolled her eyes skywards as she summoned flour and sugar from the pantry, deciding to get a head start on that evening’s dessert. She really couldn’t tell when the pair of them were joking, and getting married in their work attire seemed like the exact kind of ridiculous notion they’d goad one another into.
“No,” Ginny shook her head, but she was grinning. Much of the ire that had been present in her expression since coming through the fireplace had magically disappeared. “You actually look fit in your Auror robes, you’ll make me look stupid.”
A frown briefly flitted over Harry’s face, before being swiftly replaced with a smirk that matched Ginny’s. “Haven’t I made it clear that you look fit in your Quidditch kit?”
“Haven’t I made it clear that I find you both disgusting?” Ron interjected, scowling at them over one of Molly’s cookies.
“The feeling is mutual,” Ginny replied, her eyes still locked on Harry’s.
“Careful Ron,” Harry warned, his smirk growing wider. “If you annoy her, she’s going to make you wear your Yule Ball dressrobes to the wedding.”
Ginny’s eyes lit up at the exact moment Ron’s face fell. Years of experience told Molly to redirect the conversation before playful teasing turned into a headache she’d rather not deal with.
“Ginny,” she said, heading off whatever cutting remark her daughter had almost definitely been about to hurl in Ron’s direction. “My pearl earrings are in the attic – the ones I was telling you about – why don’t you go and get them? They could be your something old, and maybe they’ll spark some inspiration for your dress.”
“Can’t I just summon them?” Ginny asked, already reaching for her wand with the hand that wasn’t intertwined with Harry’s on the tabletop.
“What’s the matter?” Ron asked, arms folded as he leaned back triumphantly in his chair. “If you’re still scared of the ghoul you can just say so.”
Predictably, in response to such a taunt from one of her brothers, Ginny leapt from her chair. Ron shrunk under the glare he threw at her. “Of course I’m not scared of the ghoul.”
“I can go with you?” Harry volunteered.
Ginny, who was already halfway across the kitchen, striding with confidence, shook her head. “I don’t need an escort to go to the attic.”
“Are you sure?” Ron asked, tilting his head thoughtfully. “It might be wise to take an Auror with you for protection.”
Ginny yanked the door open, her knuckles white where they gripped the doorhandle. “The only person who’s going to need an Auror for protection is you, Ron.”
With her ominous threat hanging menacingly in the air, she flounced through the door. Her forceful footsteps rang heavily through the house for a few moments until she’d ascended far enough for them to fade into the distance.
Forgetting the pastry she’d been rolling for the moment, Molly turned a glare of her own on Ron. “Can you stop winding her up for five minutes? She’s stressed enough with all the wedding planning.”
“And it's almost play-off season,” Harry added. “You know how the pressure gets to her.”
Molly nodded knowingly. It was the same every year, regardless of Ginny’s consistently excellent performance on the Quidditch pitch. “And this dress situation isn’t helping.”
“It's just a dress.” Ron shrugged, plucking another cookie from the plate. “Its not the end of the world.”
Harry had the good sense to look horrified at this comment. “Please don’t say that to her — you actually will need me for protection.”
“It’s not just a dress!” Molly hissed. “It’s her wedding dress. Your sister might pretend she doesn’t care about anything, but she does – she’s been talking about her wedding since she was old enough to know what one was, long before she learned to start acting like nothing bothers her.”
“Alright, calm down.” Ron lifted his hands in a show of surrender. “I’ll leave her alone, but, for the record, I really don’t think anything bothers her. Not really.”
Harry released a humourless snort. “Plenty of things bother her.”
“She wants a perfect day,” Molly reiterated. She knew neither she nor Harry would be inclined to illuminate Ron on the things that truly bothered Ginny. “She deserves a perfect day.”
And Molly would do whatever it took to give her daughter just that.
There had already been too much heartache, too many horrors, she hadn’t been able to protect Ginny from. The least Molly could do was give her this one perfect day, even if it meant visiting every bridal salon in Britain.
“I don’t suppose you get any say in what this perfect day looks like?” Ron asked Harry in a thinly veiled attempt to change the subject away from his flippant attitude.
Harry shrugged as he lifted his mug of tea from the table. “Marrying her sounds pretty perfect to me.”
The exaggerated gagging sounds Ron had begun to make in response to this were silenced in short order by Ginny’s voice, magically amplified, echoing throughout the kitchen. “Mum, can you come up here, please?”
There was an uncharacteristic tremor in her voice. Molly and Harry shared a look of silent concern; he was already rising from his chair when Ginny’s voice sounded again.
“Harry, I know you’re already moving but sit back down.” His frown deepened as he fell back into his chair. “I need Mum.”
Those three words set Molly moving with a speed she hadn’t known herself still capable of. She couldn’t remember the last time Ginny had uttered such a statement, and whatever had caused her to do so now filled Molly with trepidation.
In no time at all, she was poking her head through the hatch to the attic.
“Ginny?” she called as she pulled herself fully into the room. Her eyes squinted through the gloom, searching for any flicker of movement.
For a moment there were only shadows, cobwebs and old boxes, and then a gasp escaped Molly as she finally laid eyes on Ginny.
“What do you think?” Ginny’s hands wrung nervously in front of her. The unfamiliar quiver of uncertainty was still present in her voice though the amplification charm had been removed.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Molly took a step further into the dark attic. She blinked through a sudden wateryness in her eyes as she moved towards Ginny, who was standing in the singular patch of sunlight slanting through the high window above them.
“Do you like it?” Ginny lifted the flowing skirt of the white gown she’d donned.
It was a dress Molly knew well. She’d spent months making it a lifetime ago.
She’d saved up all the money from her part-time job as a waitress on Diagon Alley to buy the lace that overlaid the bodice and the unfathomably expensive (to her) silk buttons that lined the back. When magic had failed her, Molly had even stayed up into the night, sewing the lace butterfly sleeves by hand to get every detail exactly right.
Perfect. Molly had wanted that too, once upon a time.
“You look beautiful.” Molly’s voice was trembling now.
Molly had once felt beautiful in that dress, with Arthur waiting at the far end of the aisle with shining eyes. She was unsurprised to see that Ginny had outdone her. Her daughter looked radiant even in the dim surroundings of the old attic.
“I found it while I was looking for the earrings,” Ginny said, now revolving slowly in front of the cracked, ancient mirror she’d clearly been using to check the dress. “I know I should’ve asked before I tried it on, but it was just sitting there – the lace was so delicate, and the skirt was so soft… I couldn’t help myself.”
“You never have to ask,” Molly assured her, lifting a finger to wipe away the tear that had escaped the corner of her eye.
“I do have to ask you something,” Ginny took a deep breath before continuing. “You can say no. I won’t be upset, I promise. It’s just that I’ve tried on so many dresses and none of them have felt right — none of them have felt like me — but this dress is just…” she waved a hand over it, as though the visual of the dress could sum it up more than any words Ginny could formulate. “It feels right. It feels —“
“Perfect,” Molly finished for her.
“Yes,” Ginny breathed. Relief flooded her face, accompanied by a flicker of hope. “So I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind if I wore it? On my wedding day, I mean…”
“Are you sure?” Uncertainty battled with a dizzying sense of gratification that Ginny would ever suggest such a thing. “I made it myself, you know? It’s not from a fancy boutique or a famous label.”
Ginny frowned as she waved a hand dismissively in front of her. “I don’t care about any of that. I never cared about any of that.”
“I know,” Molly promised. Deep down she did know that, but Ginny could afford things Molly had only dreamed of and it seemed unfathomable for her to simply ignore all of that in favour of Molly’s handmade dress.
“We could use it as inspiration,” Molly suggested, needing to be sure Ginny was certain in her choice. “This can be your refined vision to take to the designer — you could have an Isadora Tailor original.”
“I don’t want an Isadora Tailor original.” Her nose scrunched in distaste at the suggestion. “I want a Molly Weasley original.”
Molly’s chest constricted, making it hard for her to breathe. Another tear slipped from her rebellious eye.
Ginny took one of Molly’s hands in both of hers. “She was my favourite designer when I was a little girl.”
The tears were flowing freely now. Unable to find the words around the emotion swelling in her throat, Molly nodded.
“Is that a yes?” Ginny released her hand to wipe at the tears glittering on her cheeks.
“Yes,” Molly exclaimed. “Of course.”
Careful to lift the skirt of her dress, Ginny pulled Molly into a one-armed hug. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She chanted in the same way she had when she was four and Molly had knitted her a sparkly pink cardigan for Christmas.
“You’re welcome, darling.” Molly squeezed her closer, briefly appreciating the moment, before stepping out of Ginny’s embrace. “Now take it off. We’ll do some measurements at the weekend and I’ll make the necessary adjustments in time for the big day.”
It took them another few minutes to remove the dress and return Ginny to her regular state of jeans and one of Harry’s old t-shirts that had been subject to several (one too many, in Molly’s opinion) shrinking charms.
It took them a few minutes more to gather enough composure for either of them to feel ready to return to the kitchen.
When they finally did return downstairs, both Ron and Harry were looking at them with twin worried expressions.
“Everything alright?” Ron asked.
Harry silently let his arm fall over the back of the chair beside his as Ginny retook it.
“Everything’s brilliant.” She kissed his cheek, ignoring Ron’s responding eye roll. “I have a wedding dress.”
“The perfect one was just waiting for you in the attic, was it?” Ron asked doubtfully.
Ginny smiled, her head had come to rest on Harry’s shoulder, but her eyes found Molly across the table. “It was.”
I love LOVED evolution and i always checkout your rec list !!
Do you have any recommendations for extremely angsty (rated m or t) hinny?
Just delicious angst- which obviously ends with them together- it could be emotionally unavailable harry, or FWB or anything really.
Lots of love <33
Hi, Anon!
Thanks so much for the ask, and for saying lovely things about Evolution, I am so glad you enjoyed it!
Sorry for the delay in replying, while I was putting this list together I found myself getting very distracted reminding myself why I love all these fics.
Anyway, let's get on with what you came for, shall we?
Welcome to Sophie’s Hinny Fic Recs: Angsty Edition!
You specifically asked for T or M rated fics, but there are a few here that are rated E. I’ve included them because 1) they’re great, 2) some of the M rated ones are no less explicit and 3) angsty-Hinny really can’t seem to keep it in their pants. Anyway - I’ve marked which is which, feel free to use your discretion on which links you click.
I’ve got a bunch of completed fics for you, and also some great WIPs, if you want to hop on to those with me!
But let’s start with the Completed ones:
Castles - @pebblysand - Canon-compliant Post DH - rated M
God, I find it hard to explain how much I love Castles. It’s just extraordinary - and certainly angsty! Hinny is core, but, there is SO MUCH MORE here. Mind the tags, there is some difficult (though sensitively handled) subject matter here.
The Potters and the Weasleys - @goodlifewrites - Hogwarts magical AU - rated G
Enemies to lovers done really well, which is hard for Hinny, plus extra bonus points for being Jily Lives, basically my catnip.
Knowing Where To Look - @ala-baguette - Canon-compliant Post DH - rated T
Hinny are not the focus here, but they're definitely in angsty mode and it hits just right. Plus it’s a rollocking good mystery, super-atmospheric and a really interesting POV.
If you never bleed you’re never gonna grow - mp143 - Post-Hogwarts canon-divergent - not rated, but I’d say definitely M
I recently rediscovered this fic, and while it’s not the angstiest on this list, there’s plenty of pining and soul-searching on show, plus (magical aspects aside) one of the most true-to-life pregnancy stories I’ve read.
Off-Kilter - @remedialpotions - Canon-compliant Post DH - rated M
Interesting first-person Harry POV, as Hinny struggle to sort themselves out post-battle. You’ll want to go straight on and read the sequel, August, too.
Too Close - Scared Of Clouds - Magical AU - rated T
Bodyguard fic, in which Auror Ginny is assigned to protect an extremely uncooperative and reclusive Harry.
persist and resist the temptation to ask you - @nuatthebeach - Muggle AU - rated M
Well, you didn’t think I was going to do a rec list without including it, did you?? Seriously, I am on an absolute mission to make more people read this!
such a beautiful blank but smooth it - Pocketfullof, smutty_claus - Groundhog Day/Fairy Tale-inspired magical AU - rated E
Ginny is doomed to try and win Harry’s heart, over and over, in just one day. It’s such an interesting premise, with much angst for poor old Ginny.
In Case Of Emergency - lilyevansJan30 - Magical AU - rated M
Auror Harry and Quidditch Player Ginny find themselves in an exes-with-benefits situation, which is absolutely fine, right up until it isn’t.
And now for the WIPs!
This list would absolutely not be complete without including the undisputed queen of Hinny Angst, the marvellous @takeariskao3, and two absolutely top notch angsty WIPs
Already Gone - takearisk - Amnesia fic - rated M
Ginny wakes up in St. Mungo’s following the battle at the Department of Mysteries … or so she thinks.
The Path From You - takearisk - Magical AU - rated M
Angst-drenched exes are forced together when Auror Harry is assigned to Quidditch Pro Ginny’s case.
Beasts - @whinlatter - Post-DH canon-compliant - rated M
One of my very favourite takes on Ginny, in her final year at Hogwarts after the end of the war.
you don't know what's lost 'til you find it - mp143 - Magical AU - not rated, but I’d say definitely M - features a major character death
Told in two alternating timelines - how Hinny got together in the wake of an unimaginable tragedy, and how they reconnect after years co-parenting their daughter strictly as friends.
Whelve - @seriouslysam8 - Magical AU - rated M
You want angst? I’ll show you angst! An older Hinny deals with the return of their eldest son 11 years after being kidnapped as a young child. Devastatingly awesome.
The reason why I think Harry thought of Ginny before he went to die is because she helped him relief the weight of the world on his shoulders, especially with her lips.
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