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August 6, 2025 at 2:10 PM
June 10, 2025 at 9:31 PM
I never thought I'd write a fanfic for The Big Bang Theory, but here I am plotting out a Raj/Lavender Brown one-shot.... Already have about 500 words... Let's see where this goes!
May 30, 2025 at 1:45 AM
I never thought I'd write a fanfic for The Big Bang Theory, but here I am plotting out a Raj/Lavender Brown one-shot.... Already have about 500 words... Let's see where this goes!
"Move, princess,” Draco muttered, crowding her at the file cabinet.
Hermione glanced over her shoulder. “You’re in my space, Malfoy.”
“Funny. I was just thinking how good we fit.” She didn’t move.
Neither did he. The air crackled.
“Careful,” she whispered. “You might like it.”
His smile? Pure sin.
Hermione glanced over her shoulder. “You’re in my space, Malfoy.”
“Funny. I was just thinking how good we fit.” She didn’t move.
Neither did he. The air crackled.
“Careful,” she whispered. “You might like it.”
His smile? Pure sin.
May 4, 2025 at 6:38 AM
"Move, princess,” Draco muttered, crowding her at the file cabinet.
Hermione glanced over her shoulder. “You’re in my space, Malfoy.”
“Funny. I was just thinking how good we fit.” She didn’t move.
Neither did he. The air crackled.
“Careful,” she whispered. “You might like it.”
His smile? Pure sin.
Hermione glanced over her shoulder. “You’re in my space, Malfoy.”
“Funny. I was just thinking how good we fit.” She didn’t move.
Neither did he. The air crackled.
“Careful,” she whispered. “You might like it.”
His smile? Pure sin.
"You changed my ending,” Ginny scowled, waving the manuscript.
Theo leaned back, smug. “Improved it.”
“It’s my novel.”
“And yet your heroine had no banter.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He grinned. “You say that like you haven’t already written me into chapter twelve.”
Theo leaned back, smug. “Improved it.”
“It’s my novel.”
“And yet your heroine had no banter.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He grinned. “You say that like you haven’t already written me into chapter twelve.”
May 4, 2025 at 6:19 AM
"You changed my ending,” Ginny scowled, waving the manuscript.
Theo leaned back, smug. “Improved it.”
“It’s my novel.”
“And yet your heroine had no banter.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He grinned. “You say that like you haven’t already written me into chapter twelve.”
Theo leaned back, smug. “Improved it.”
“It’s my novel.”
“And yet your heroine had no banter.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He grinned. “You say that like you haven’t already written me into chapter twelve.”
“That’s impossible,” Tony blinked, watching her levitate his arc reactor.
Hermione smirked. “Try ‘improbable with science.’”
“That’s theft.”
She shrugged,“That’s flirting.”
He laughed, delighted. “Marry me.” It wasn't a question.
“Buy me coffee first, Stark.”
Just like that, he was hooked.
Hermione smirked. “Try ‘improbable with science.’”
“That’s theft.”
She shrugged,“That’s flirting.”
He laughed, delighted. “Marry me.” It wasn't a question.
“Buy me coffee first, Stark.”
Just like that, he was hooked.
May 4, 2025 at 6:03 AM
“That’s impossible,” Tony blinked, watching her levitate his arc reactor.
Hermione smirked. “Try ‘improbable with science.’”
“That’s theft.”
She shrugged,“That’s flirting.”
He laughed, delighted. “Marry me.” It wasn't a question.
“Buy me coffee first, Stark.”
Just like that, he was hooked.
Hermione smirked. “Try ‘improbable with science.’”
“That’s theft.”
She shrugged,“That’s flirting.”
He laughed, delighted. “Marry me.” It wasn't a question.
“Buy me coffee first, Stark.”
Just like that, he was hooked.
Lily’s hands were dirt-streaked; Narcissa’s, pristine.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Narcissa sniffed, adjusting Lily’s grip on the seedling.
Their fingers brushed.
“Thanks,” Lily murmured.
“Don’t make it a habit,” Narcissa said, but didn’t let go.
The flower blooms—unexpected, bright, and soft. 💐
“You’re doing it wrong,” Narcissa sniffed, adjusting Lily’s grip on the seedling.
Their fingers brushed.
“Thanks,” Lily murmured.
“Don’t make it a habit,” Narcissa said, but didn’t let go.
The flower blooms—unexpected, bright, and soft. 💐
May 4, 2025 at 5:46 AM
Lily’s hands were dirt-streaked; Narcissa’s, pristine.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Narcissa sniffed, adjusting Lily’s grip on the seedling.
Their fingers brushed.
“Thanks,” Lily murmured.
“Don’t make it a habit,” Narcissa said, but didn’t let go.
The flower blooms—unexpected, bright, and soft. 💐
“You’re doing it wrong,” Narcissa sniffed, adjusting Lily’s grip on the seedling.
Their fingers brushed.
“Thanks,” Lily murmured.
“Don’t make it a habit,” Narcissa said, but didn’t let go.
The flower blooms—unexpected, bright, and soft. 💐
Draco finds the photograph in an old book—Harry, laughing, wind in his hair.
"That was a good day," Harry says softly behind him.
Draco closes the book, heart aching. "Let’s make another."
"That was a good day," Harry says softly behind him.
Draco closes the book, heart aching. "Let’s make another."
May 4, 2025 at 5:31 AM
Draco finds the photograph in an old book—Harry, laughing, wind in his hair.
"That was a good day," Harry says softly behind him.
Draco closes the book, heart aching. "Let’s make another."
"That was a good day," Harry says softly behind him.
Draco closes the book, heart aching. "Let’s make another."
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Reveal Day 2💜
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A Lot Like Forever
by @xxdustnight88.bsky.social
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One Bed
Pansy/Hermione
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A Lot Like Forever
by @xxdustnight88.bsky.social
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One Bed
Pansy/Hermione
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archiveofourown.org/collections/...
May 3, 2025 at 2:45 AM
Reveal Day 2💜
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A Lot Like Forever
by @xxdustnight88.bsky.social
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One Bed
Pansy/Hermione
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archiveofourown.org/collections/...
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A Lot Like Forever
by @xxdustnight88.bsky.social
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One Bed
Pansy/Hermione
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“I thought you were dead,” Ginny choked, fists curled in his shirt.
Harry cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear. “I came back for you,” he whispered.
She kissed him like it was the only truth left.
When they broke apart, he dropped to one knee. “Marry me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Always.”
Harry cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear. “I came back for you,” he whispered.
She kissed him like it was the only truth left.
When they broke apart, he dropped to one knee. “Marry me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Always.”
May 2, 2025 at 4:53 AM
“I thought you were dead,” Ginny choked, fists curled in his shirt.
Harry cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear. “I came back for you,” he whispered.
She kissed him like it was the only truth left.
When they broke apart, he dropped to one knee. “Marry me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Always.”
Harry cupped her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear. “I came back for you,” he whispered.
She kissed him like it was the only truth left.
When they broke apart, he dropped to one knee. “Marry me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Always.”
Ginny cursed the downpour, then cursed louder when Pansy appeared—soaked, smug, infuriating.
"Still chasing storms, Weasley?"
Ginny grabbed her collar. "Only the dangerous ones."
Their kiss crackled louder than thunder.
#microficmay
"Still chasing storms, Weasley?"
Ginny grabbed her collar. "Only the dangerous ones."
Their kiss crackled louder than thunder.
#microficmay
May 2, 2025 at 4:50 AM
Ginny cursed the downpour, then cursed louder when Pansy appeared—soaked, smug, infuriating.
"Still chasing storms, Weasley?"
Ginny grabbed her collar. "Only the dangerous ones."
Their kiss crackled louder than thunder.
#microficmay
"Still chasing storms, Weasley?"
Ginny grabbed her collar. "Only the dangerous ones."
Their kiss crackled louder than thunder.
#microficmay
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“Which side are you on?” Tom murmured.
The heirloom locket burned against her skin as his fingers ghosted over it. Ginny’s lips curled. “Whichever one lets me keep you.”
His smile was wicked.
She didn’t flinch.
Power hummed between them—dark, heady, irresistible.
The heirloom locket burned against her skin as his fingers ghosted over it. Ginny’s lips curled. “Whichever one lets me keep you.”
His smile was wicked.
She didn’t flinch.
Power hummed between them—dark, heady, irresistible.
May 2, 2025 at 2:39 AM
“Which side are you on?” Tom murmured.
The heirloom locket burned against her skin as his fingers ghosted over it. Ginny’s lips curled. “Whichever one lets me keep you.”
His smile was wicked.
She didn’t flinch.
Power hummed between them—dark, heady, irresistible.
The heirloom locket burned against her skin as his fingers ghosted over it. Ginny’s lips curled. “Whichever one lets me keep you.”
His smile was wicked.
She didn’t flinch.
Power hummed between them—dark, heady, irresistible.
She curled under the bed, heart racing, tears hot. Crookshanks slunk beside her, purring loud & steady. “You always find me,” she whispered. He butted her cheek, tail flicking. No questions. No judgment.
Just warmth. Sometimes, she thought, pressing her face into his fur, only familiars understood.
Just warmth. Sometimes, she thought, pressing her face into his fur, only familiars understood.
May 2, 2025 at 2:20 AM
She curled under the bed, heart racing, tears hot. Crookshanks slunk beside her, purring loud & steady. “You always find me,” she whispered. He butted her cheek, tail flicking. No questions. No judgment.
Just warmth. Sometimes, she thought, pressing her face into his fur, only familiars understood.
Just warmth. Sometimes, she thought, pressing her face into his fur, only familiars understood.
Pansy stood alone, used to being overlooked. Then Ron crossed the room—no hesitation, no glance at anyone else.
“It’s your turn,” he said, offering his hand.
“To be what?” she asked.
“First. Always.”
Smiling, she took his hand. For once, she didn’t feel like a consolation—she felt chosen.
“It’s your turn,” he said, offering his hand.
“To be what?” she asked.
“First. Always.”
Smiling, she took his hand. For once, she didn’t feel like a consolation—she felt chosen.
May 2, 2025 at 2:16 AM
Pansy stood alone, used to being overlooked. Then Ron crossed the room—no hesitation, no glance at anyone else.
“It’s your turn,” he said, offering his hand.
“To be what?” she asked.
“First. Always.”
Smiling, she took his hand. For once, she didn’t feel like a consolation—she felt chosen.
“It’s your turn,” he said, offering his hand.
“To be what?” she asked.
“First. Always.”
Smiling, she took his hand. For once, she didn’t feel like a consolation—she felt chosen.
They ducked into the alley, soaked & breathless. “You’re warm,” Pansy said, pressing closer.
Marcus growled low in his throat. “Want warmer?” His mouth was on hers—hungry, rain-slick, claiming.
She tugged him closer, lips bruising. When they finally pulled apart, she smirked, “About bloody time.”
Marcus growled low in his throat. “Want warmer?” His mouth was on hers—hungry, rain-slick, claiming.
She tugged him closer, lips bruising. When they finally pulled apart, she smirked, “About bloody time.”
May 2, 2025 at 1:50 AM
They ducked into the alley, soaked & breathless. “You’re warm,” Pansy said, pressing closer.
Marcus growled low in his throat. “Want warmer?” His mouth was on hers—hungry, rain-slick, claiming.
She tugged him closer, lips bruising. When they finally pulled apart, she smirked, “About bloody time.”
Marcus growled low in his throat. “Want warmer?” His mouth was on hers—hungry, rain-slick, claiming.
She tugged him closer, lips bruising. When they finally pulled apart, she smirked, “About bloody time.”
Pansy sulked on the couch, arms crossed as rain tapped the windows. Neville handed her tea with a smile. “Rain’s perfect for doing nothing.” She rolled her eyes but took the cup. “Fine, we can watch that ridiculous film.” Neville grinned. "See? Best rainy day ever."
April 27, 2025 at 6:17 AM
Pansy sulked on the couch, arms crossed as rain tapped the windows. Neville handed her tea with a smile. “Rain’s perfect for doing nothing.” She rolled her eyes but took the cup. “Fine, we can watch that ridiculous film.” Neville grinned. "See? Best rainy day ever."
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watched Star Wars Episode III for the first time today
April 27, 2025 at 3:19 AM
watched Star Wars Episode III for the first time today
Pain burned Hermione’s arm, the rune searing her skin—Loki’s name, ancient and thrumming with magic.
Across the room, he clutched his own wrist.
“This changes everything,” she whispered.
Loki crossed the room, fingertips tracing the bond. “It changes nothing," he murmured. "You were always mine.”
Across the room, he clutched his own wrist.
“This changes everything,” she whispered.
Loki crossed the room, fingertips tracing the bond. “It changes nothing," he murmured. "You were always mine.”
April 27, 2025 at 5:42 AM
Pain burned Hermione’s arm, the rune searing her skin—Loki’s name, ancient and thrumming with magic.
Across the room, he clutched his own wrist.
“This changes everything,” she whispered.
Loki crossed the room, fingertips tracing the bond. “It changes nothing," he murmured. "You were always mine.”
Across the room, he clutched his own wrist.
“This changes everything,” she whispered.
Loki crossed the room, fingertips tracing the bond. “It changes nothing," he murmured. "You were always mine.”
At the door, Hermione turned back. “Wait for me,” she said, voice thick.
Draco reached for her hand, squeezing once. “Always,” he promised. He watched her Disapparate, heart torn between pride and fear.
He had his mother to care for.
She had her parents to save.
They would find their way back.
Draco reached for her hand, squeezing once. “Always,” he promised. He watched her Disapparate, heart torn between pride and fear.
He had his mother to care for.
She had her parents to save.
They would find their way back.
April 27, 2025 at 5:09 AM
At the door, Hermione turned back. “Wait for me,” she said, voice thick.
Draco reached for her hand, squeezing once. “Always,” he promised. He watched her Disapparate, heart torn between pride and fear.
He had his mother to care for.
She had her parents to save.
They would find their way back.
Draco reached for her hand, squeezing once. “Always,” he promised. He watched her Disapparate, heart torn between pride and fear.
He had his mother to care for.
She had her parents to save.
They would find their way back.
The baby stirred, tiny fists waving. Draco froze, fear and awe warring in his chest.
Hermione touched his arm, her smile shaky but sure. “We’ll learn,” she murmured.
He cradled their daughter closer, feeling her heartbeat against his. “For her,” he whispered.
For all of them.
Hermione touched his arm, her smile shaky but sure. “We’ll learn,” she murmured.
He cradled their daughter closer, feeling her heartbeat against his. “For her,” he whispered.
For all of them.
April 27, 2025 at 4:53 AM
The baby stirred, tiny fists waving. Draco froze, fear and awe warring in his chest.
Hermione touched his arm, her smile shaky but sure. “We’ll learn,” she murmured.
He cradled their daughter closer, feeling her heartbeat against his. “For her,” he whispered.
For all of them.
Hermione touched his arm, her smile shaky but sure. “We’ll learn,” she murmured.
He cradled their daughter closer, feeling her heartbeat against his. “For her,” he whispered.
For all of them.
Draco slammed the door behind him, fury burning under his skin.
Hermione padded toward him, barefoot, wearing nothing but his shirt.
"You’re late," she murmured.
He cursed under his breath as she tugged him closer, thighs parting.
"Forget it," she whispered against his mouth. "Tonight, you’re mine."
Hermione padded toward him, barefoot, wearing nothing but his shirt.
"You’re late," she murmured.
He cursed under his breath as she tugged him closer, thighs parting.
"Forget it," she whispered against his mouth. "Tonight, you’re mine."
April 27, 2025 at 4:29 AM
Draco slammed the door behind him, fury burning under his skin.
Hermione padded toward him, barefoot, wearing nothing but his shirt.
"You’re late," she murmured.
He cursed under his breath as she tugged him closer, thighs parting.
"Forget it," she whispered against his mouth. "Tonight, you’re mine."
Hermione padded toward him, barefoot, wearing nothing but his shirt.
"You’re late," she murmured.
He cursed under his breath as she tugged him closer, thighs parting.
"Forget it," she whispered against his mouth. "Tonight, you’re mine."
Hermione let the snake coil up her arm, shivering at the feel of scales on skin. "Watching, are you?" she whispered, smirking. The serpent tightened around her wrist. "You could've asked to touch," she teased, dragging him toward her thigh. "Next time," she promised, "I'll make you beg to bite."
April 27, 2025 at 4:15 AM
Hermione let the snake coil up her arm, shivering at the feel of scales on skin. "Watching, are you?" she whispered, smirking. The serpent tightened around her wrist. "You could've asked to touch," she teased, dragging him toward her thigh. "Next time," she promised, "I'll make you beg to bite."
He knelt before her, marble and moonlight, a fallen god worshipping at her feet.
Hermione, wild and radiant as any goddess, smiled — dangerous, divine. "Swear yourself to me," she whispered.
Draco pressed a kiss to her hand, already hers. "I am yours," he vowed.
Hermione, wild and radiant as any goddess, smiled — dangerous, divine. "Swear yourself to me," she whispered.
Draco pressed a kiss to her hand, already hers. "I am yours," he vowed.
April 27, 2025 at 3:50 AM
He knelt before her, marble and moonlight, a fallen god worshipping at her feet.
Hermione, wild and radiant as any goddess, smiled — dangerous, divine. "Swear yourself to me," she whispered.
Draco pressed a kiss to her hand, already hers. "I am yours," he vowed.
Hermione, wild and radiant as any goddess, smiled — dangerous, divine. "Swear yourself to me," she whispered.
Draco pressed a kiss to her hand, already hers. "I am yours," he vowed.
Ginny whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.
Draco’s mouth was relentless at her throat, claiming, branding. “You’re mine,” he growled, voice rough with need.
She arched against him, gasping. “Then mark me, Malfoy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Draco’s mouth was relentless at her throat, claiming, branding. “You’re mine,” he growled, voice rough with need.
She arched against him, gasping. “Then mark me, Malfoy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
April 27, 2025 at 3:38 AM
Ginny whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders.
Draco’s mouth was relentless at her throat, claiming, branding. “You’re mine,” he growled, voice rough with need.
She arched against him, gasping. “Then mark me, Malfoy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.
Draco’s mouth was relentless at her throat, claiming, branding. “You’re mine,” he growled, voice rough with need.
She arched against him, gasping. “Then mark me, Malfoy.”
He didn’t need to be told twice.