Greenhouse Three

🌱 She/her. Fic writer. Home for a teething Venomous Tentacula. 🌱 AO3: GreenhouseThree

[greenhousethree]

Masterlist

Welcome! Grab yourself some dragon-hide gloves and a pair of earmuffs. All stories listed below can be found on AO3, and occasionally in other places. For recommendations, search this blog for #fic recs, or feel free to ask!

🌳 Multi-Chapter:

‣ Chasing (WIP) - Ginny Weasley POV. Post-war navigation of life, career, and identity (playlist)

🌿 One-Shot:

‣ Good Enough - Arthur POV, Fifteen 100-word drabbles for his daughter ‣ Harbor - Bill and Fleur post-wedding, DH missing moment ‣ Judas (WIP) - Percy POV, DH missing moment ‣ Defiance - Neville POV, Hogwarts, DH missing moment ‣ Surrender - Ginny POV, Hogwarts, DH missing moment (⚠ Dark) ‣ Standard Operating Procedure - Gred and Forge slice of life, DH missing moment ‣ Exodus - Molly POV, evacuating the Burrow, DH missing moment ‣ Clocks - Charlie POV, the Burrow, post-war musings ‣ In Search of an Oak - Hinny, post-war reunion, songfic ‣ Coming Up for Air - Hinny, late night talks, post-war (1/3) ‣ Like Circles on Water - Harry&Hermione, post-battle healing (2/3) ‣ Drowning - Hinny, late night soul-baring, spring '98 (3/3) ‣ Bookends - Bill and Ginny, coming-of-age and grief, summer '98 ‣ Career Advice (Revisited) - Hinny, the Burrow, summer '98 ‣ Flour, Butter, Sugar, Salt - Harry POV, Weasley post-war Christmas ‣ twenty-two - Hinny seaside holiday, quarter-life crisis, summer '02 ‣ A Soft Place to Land- Hinny, pre-epilogue slice of life (⚠ NSFW)

🌱 Microfic:

‣ Withered - Hinny slices of life (ft. special plant cameo) ‣ Fear - Golden Trio, post-war Hinny fluff ‣ Goodbye - Ginny&Neville, GoF missing moment ‣ Today (In Search of an Oak) - One-shot precursor, post-battle Hinny reunion ‣ Forbidden - Neville POV, forest vibes, DH missing moment

🍃Headcanon and Meta:

‣ Gin and Nev... A Friendship Forged in Fire ‣ Population in the Wizarding World

(Artwork by clevergull on DeviantArt)

[greenhousethree]

GREEEEEEEEN come back I beg! 🤧🙏

working on it, babe 💕

thank you for the message!

[tinygxrilla]

Ginny & Luna, 8th year

[greenhousethree]

How's the wrist?

back in business, anon, thanks so much for asking! currently editing chaps 5 and 6 of chasing for a double drop, stay tuuneedd

thanks to everyone else for the kind messages! looking forward to leaping back into this lovely community with both feet after such a long haitus 💕

- gh3

*edit 11/22: these chapters will be coming out... eventually, as soon as grant applications are submitted and i get my life back. appreciate everyone who's stuck around for the wait :)

[akanothere]

Rotten root in Little Hangleton

[greenhousethree]

hi green! Just noticed you haven’t posted in a bit and hope eveyything is ok 🫶

hello! so sweet of you to think of me anon (and other pals who've reached out lately). in short: everything is okay and thank you so much for checking in... i've had a lot of changes with my job lately and have been trying to simultaneously complete several manuscripts and frantically apply for new positions (i'm sure fellow academia girlies can relate)

BUT perhaps biggest reason i haven't been posting much is that i broke my wrist rollerblading last month, and typing has been the absolute last thing i've wanted to do in my free time. play stupid games, win stupid prizes 🤸‍♀️

but now we're on the up and up, and i'm hoping to post chapter 5 of chasing soon! so much hinny to come... i truly can't wait to share this one with you, and there's so much of this story left to tell. love you all sm, cheers!

[artbyflor]

the brightest witch of her age

[toorumlk]

professors lovegood, longbottom and potter

[greenhousethree]

Do you take fic requests?

thank you for asking! i have a few unfulfilled fic requests sitting in my inbox, so i don't want to say no, but at the moment most of my fandom writing efforts are going into chasing. but if you've sent me a request, just know that it means a lot and i do hope to get to it someday! the prompts i've received are pretty fun (with one exception, and you know who you are...)

cheers, anon!

[greenhousethree]

I'm really missing Chasing! isthere any chance we can get a little sneaky peek of the next chapter? hope all is well with you

thank you so much, anon! chapter 5 is getting some finishing touches and has so many fun snippets to choose from, it's one of my favorites so far.

spoiler-free sneak peek below! (catch chapters 1-4 here)

The longest day of '97 had been a Saturday. He'd been released from the dungeons with hours of daylight to go, she'd skived off revising so they could both hide from Hermione on the grounds. Grasses still lush from May rains, midges wandering sleepily through humid air. Under a blazing sun he had drifted toward sleep and back again, tangling her hair around his fingers, brushing a knee against her thigh. "D'you ever feel a little disappointed I didn't ask you out properly? Take you to Hogsmeade, sit around Puddifoot's..." She had grinned toward the sky. Lifted a chain of yellow flowers from Luna off her neck, slung it across his chest. "All the time, actually. Really lacked fanfare, you know, way we kicked things off..." "... Bollocksed that right up, I reckon." She'd rolled to one side for a better look; he had gone a bit red— maybe from the sun or maybe from talking about it— but either way he'd looked at her with something reflecting back, that same desperate, overwhelming ache she could reach by reminding herself he was hers. "You can make it up to me," she had murmured, nudging his knee back. "Next year."

[greenhousethree]

Hello Green hope things are going well! I'm the same asker with the theory about Binns from chapt 2, and now I have more thoughts... I can tell you clearly have something planned here, but i can't tell how it will tie in to everything else yet. After chapt 4 I'm wondering if we're going to find out that he actually left during Ginnys 6th year instead, because he would be the only teacher that couldn't be tortured or killed for breaking the Death Eaters rules. And that makes me wonder if any of the other ghosts left, too? We haven't heard much about them.

ANyway, can't wait for chapter 5!

Thanks for your ask, anon! I can't tell you how happy it makes me that out of everything else in this fic, Binns' absence is the thing you keep noticing.

I love the theories and this is no exception... and I don't want to give too much away on this particular matter (do with that what you will), but I'm so stoked you put this much thought into your predictions about this little fic 👀

Chapter 5 is on its way!

[greenhousethree]

Apologies for gushing but your last fic twenty-two was just so beautiful! I'm wondering how you come up with so many good details in all your fics? I'm working on getting better at imagery and would love hearing more about your process, you just have such way with descriptions!

first off, thank you so so much anon! this made my whole week!

but oof, this one is tough since i'm definitely not an authority on descriptive writing (or any sort of writing, really), and i'm not particularly introspective about the process. and twenty-two more or less fell out of my head in one piece, which doesn't happen very often for me, so i'm working a little backwards here.

so at the risk of sounding incredibly preachy, i've taken a stab at articulating how i tend to think when creating scenes. maybe some of this will be helpful?

for me as a reader, details that tend to stick out are both extremely specific and concise. the specific part comes a little easier for me when writing - picking out little actions and details from everyday life that i don't tend to read about very often - but the language precision takes more work. if a detail requires too many descriptors to convey the full picture, i'll usually revisit and search for more specific words or axe it completely.

i think it's really important to trust our abilities to describe things uniquely! which sometimes means swinging for the fences and missing entirely with an analogy that doesn't work, but i find that so much more interesting than relying on clichés.

i'll add to the choir of advocates for killing your darlings. deep down, you know if something doesn't fit. i keep a "dump now use later" doc as a personal pacifier, because it feels easier to delete an *incredibly clever* bit of wording if i think i can recycle it someday (spoiler: i won't).

i try not to think about this too hard, but syntax is a really helpful tool for flow and for characterizing a narrative voice (she says in full awareness that hermione's inner monologue in her fics sounds a lot like ginny's which sounds a lot like harry's... 😬).

i like to let descriptive verbs do the talking over adverbs an adjectives. again this is based on my preferences as a reader; i find actions to be much more immersive when they can stand alone without modifiers.

a wonderful beta changed my life by ruthlessly trimming the fat from one of my works. this is a little different than cutting out entire ideas that don't fit, more like removing filler from your sentences that dilute the point. i'm not necessarily advocating for a minimalist tone (lord knows we're far from that), but this kind of editing really helps the details pop.

a n y w a y , all of that feels very boiled down to a science, which might go against the point? i think it can be good to consider these things while editing, but i guess the biggest piece of 'advice' i would offer is to try and let your voice and your plot/ideas speak before any of the language mechanics. i usually feel most stuck when i'm too focused on phrasing something that doesn't serve the bigger picture, and zooming out to "what is this scene even doing here" often helps me realize that (ahoy, we've circled back to killing our darlings).

maybe some of that made sense, and if not i apologize, but thank you so much again anon for this humongous bit of flattery and for letting me ramble!

🌱

[greenhousethree]

chasing au in which the party scene between ginny and zacharias ends in a good snog instead? thoughts?

'bet your hols were pretty mellow...' 👻

damn anon, way to call out this fic's true endgame: a slow burn enemies-to-lovers quidditch rivalry between hogwarts' mouthiest captains 🧹

jfc

seriously though, in prepping for chapter 4 i revisited all of zach smith's appearances and he's just... so mean. and not even in a cute flirty way like draco.

so i won't be the one writing this one, but if you feel so inclined then by all means! love that for you! 👏

#zinny

[justsharingrandomstuff]

Luna Lovegood

[paradisepeoni]

More Luna!!

[greenhousethree]

twenty-two

That year, the seventh month dies on a Wednesday and they leave town.

for dearest @turanga4, if a little belated. thank you for being so wonderfully you.

preview below the cut, full piece on AO3:

It has them both feeling like kids again, like sneaking out— stuffing his rucksack with shorts and sun cream after work in the dead of night, rolling the top to force it closed around a broken drawstring. By the time he’s shouldering the bag she checks her watch and it’s gone midnight. Twelve minutes into the thirty-first.

She doesn’t acknowledge it, but now he’s looking at her with his brow furrowed and a question forming on his mouth. She kisses it away, sweet and nutty from leftover Thai. Takes his hand from her hip, locks the flat behind them. She’s thinking they just might Apparate somewhere way out west this time— Charlie says California’s beautiful— they could nudge right up to where yesterday’s only half gone, buy him another day before he’s older than his parents ever got to be.

But they won’t. 

He leads the way down the steps and around the corner. There’s hardly a breeze, but the night is cool on the back of her neck as the street slumbers under orange lamplight. A block away, back doors of pubs are clanging open for closing staff, bin bags thrown in the skips, keys and change jangling en route to bus stops. The light over the mouth of their usual alleyway is burnt out, so they slip into the dark.

He’s looking at her now, tugging her close till she can smell the soap and linen from his shower, something a little richer in the crook of his neck like the cologne on his top shelf. He’s motionless, concentrating— it’s always like this for a second before Apparating so far. Last week for a laugh she offered to book a Portkey this time instead, something about him getting on in years. Earned herself a spatter of marinara flicked from a spoon.

“I can do it,” she offers now. She’s already picturing cobblestones and stucco and a blue door.

“S’fine,” he murmurs into her hair.

He twists, and for a long moment they’re somewhere between here and there.

[ala-baguette]

Sunlight Through the Curtains

She was well past ready to get up. She didn’t know how long she had been lying there awake, but it was long enough that the slant of bright sunlight slicing through the gap in the curtains had moved in an arc across the ceiling. From the angle of the light, she calculated it was likely at least half-past ten, but she couldn’t see the clock from here. Her bladder was fit to burst and there was a rumble in her stomach as she contemplated what to cook for breakfast and hell, but she could murder a cup of tea right now.  Still, she didn’t rise. Her head turned to look at the sleeping face on the pillow beside her. He’d fallen asleep with his hand on her breast. His breath moved in and out through his nose in long, soft snores. Harry always could sleep like the dead on a Sunday morning.  She looked back to the ceiling, feeling the weight of his hand holding her there as though, even in sleep, he feared losing her. It was sweet. But damn, she really had to pee. Slowly, so as to avoid waking him, she rolled to her side, intending to swing her feet over the edge of the bed. His hand slipped down to rest over her navel as she did. Reflexively, without waking, Harry let out a soft sigh, wrapped his arm around her waist and tugged her backwards against him. Her body moulded against his snuggly, arse pressed firmly against his pelvis. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back, feel each exhale ticking the hair at her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt the resigned smile stretch across her lips. She groped blindly for her wand on her bedside table. When at last her fingers had managed to grasp it, she flicked it at the curtains. The gap snapped shut with a slight clatter of the rings, and the streak of sunshine flickered out.  Her bladder could wait a little longer.

On AO3 here