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, Draco’s 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. It’s guaranteed to make a decisive end to the prank war they’ve been waging—and surely Draco will be able to determine how Harry really feels. What’s 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 he’s 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 ‘Operation Ronsy.’ 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)
“So. How can I help you? Oh, don’t look so stricken; I’m 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.” “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me, I think,” Harry said. Malfoy crossed his arms. “It’s been six years; I’m out of practice. Now tell me what you need.” Harry stood there for a moment. He hadn’t 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. “Harry wants a prostate orgasm and his boyfriends are all terrible,” Ginny said.
Good Work, Partner (25k, E)
“Spare me,” Robards snapped. “It’s a fortnight. Ten silly little bonding assignments to make you better work partners. I don’t care if it’s asking you to braid each others’ hair. Is it going to prevent you from doing your job?” “No, sir,” Draco muttered, when Harry didn’t reply. “Is it asking you to do something illegal?” “No, sir,” Harry said, rather wishing it was. “Then I don’t want to hear about it. If you avoid it a second time, you’ll incur disciplinary action.”
One Tall Ginger Nightmare (35k, E)
“Draco lost a little game we sometimes like to play,” said Pansy, making a face at Draco’s patented “if you breathe a word of this you’ll be dead to me and I shall make you pay” look and continuing without a single sign that she was worried about being dead to Draco or being made to pay, the tart. “We were playing a game, and he lost. And he now has to be punished, according to the rules that he himself devised,” 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 that’s 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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