My Writing
I love writing queer/kink/smut, usually comedy, though I have my moments with angst.
(Edited 3 June 2026)
Currently Posting:
A Game Well Played ~112k, E, finished, posts Tuesdays
After years as friends and curse-breaker partners, Dracoâs been trying to figure out if Harry might ever want anything more. When he stumbles upon a cursed bracelet that makes the wearer become sexually obsessed with the first person they look at, it seems perfect. Itâs guaranteed to make a decisive end to the prank war theyâve been wagingâand surely Draco will be able to determine how Harry really feels. Whatâs the worst that could happen? The worst that could happen, unfortunately, is Draco putting the bracelet on his own wrist right before coming face-to-face with Ronald fucking Weasley. With increasing desperation, Draco tries to do the impossible and un-curse himself without Harry (or, really, anyone) finding out that heâs been forced to wank over Weasley. Meanwhile, Harry ropes Draco into a ridiculous little matchmaking scheme for their respective best friends that he insists on calling âOperation Ronsy.â Really, what else could go wrong?
Recent & complete:
This is Normal (29k, E)
Harry and Draco are stuck together for a week of emergency quarantine. There's nothing weird about waking up in your coworker's arms. It's not unusual to moan with delight when you taste your coworker's cooking. There's nothing strange about watching porn together when you're bored. It's all normal. This is normal.
The Dragon's Lair (23k, E)
âSo. How can I help you? Oh, donât look so stricken; Iâm not going to to tell anybody about your sordid little sex games, not that I think anybody cares. Anyway, who'd believe me? For that matter, do you really think my customers would continue to patronise my establishment if I was gabbing about them? Use your brain, Potter; I do know you have one.â âThatâs the nicest thing youâve ever said to me, I think,â Harry said. Malfoy crossed his arms. âItâs been six years; Iâm out of practice. Now tell me what you need.â Harry stood there for a moment. He hadnât really thought this through before he knew that it would be Draco Malfoy he was talking to. He felt utterly unprepared for the conversation. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately, his ex-girlfriend was there. âHarry wants a prostate orgasm and his boyfriends are all terrible,â Ginny said.
Good Work, Partner (25k, E)
âSpare me,â Robards snapped. âItâs a fortnight. Ten silly little bonding assignments to make you better work partners. I donât care if itâs asking you to braid each othersâ hair. Is it going to prevent you from doing your job?â âNo, sir,â Draco muttered, when Harry didnât reply. âIs it asking you to do something illegal?â âNo, sir,â Harry said, rather wishing it was. âThen I donât want to hear about it. If you avoid it a second time, youâll incur disciplinary action.â
One Tall Ginger Nightmare (35k, E)
âDraco lost a little game we sometimes like to play,â said Pansy, making a face at Dracoâs patented âif you breathe a word of this youâll be dead to me and I shall make you payâ look and continuing without a single sign that she was worried about being dead to Draco or being made to pay, the tart. âWe were playing a game, and he lost. And he now has to be punished, according to the rules that he himself devised,â she repeated, staring pointedly at a glowering Draco. Or: Draco has to grow a beard for two months. Absolutely no one is ready for his beard to come in ginger. Especially not Harry.
Paracelsus' Theorem of Unknowing (45k, E)
The Slytherins and Gryffindors have been brought together by romance (Pansy and Ginny), friendship (Hermione and Blaise), and a shared interest in quidditch (Ron and Millicent). Four years in, there are only two holdouts. Everybody agrees that Draco and Harry just need to shag it out. All thatâs left? Convincing them. Luckily, Luna has a solstice ritual to perform, and she needs help.
Your Evil Pet Butt Plug: A Guide to Proper Care and Handling (63k, E)
What Harry wanted: to spend a lazy Saturday morning in the garden, with his cup of coffee and nothing to do. What Harry got: a cursed butt plug, sent by a vicious owl and accompanied by a threatening note. A cursed, semi-animate pet butt plug that hovered at arse-level and veered wildly between ominous and adorable. Or: Harry avoids the embarrassment of going to his crush (one Draco Malfoy, a curse-breaker, who could certainly help him) by developing a new hobby as a sex toy investigator.
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