Nikki

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Lover of books, writer of fan fiction, admirer of fan art. 30+ | she/her | NO MINORS PLEASE https://archiveofourown.org/users/Wanderingfair

Mood board with various photos from Portugal, cliffs, people in water, house in the country Text: Frisson, d/hr advent by wanderingfair
Dramione Text fic - part 14 by wanderingfair Text over Selfie photo of curly haired woman
Woman comforting man in bed.
Collage of photos for dramione one shot by wanderingfair called remote work.
Collage of photos from the chapter. Aesthetics for a girl in front of a mirror, a party, a ballroom, touching hands, and girl in a blue gown, a goddess statue, and a man in a tuxedo.
Putting the pieces together Dramione textfic Part 10
This Dreadful Need Ch 17 @wanderingfair Images of Dean Thomas, two wine glasses, an interracial couple, a woman at a coffee shop, Chatsworth House, a woman walking up a long staircase, a black snake, a luxury bedroom
Fucked up individuals By wanderingfair Photo of a man and woman in a sensual embrace and kiss.
Beyond his worry about what’s next, beyond his insecurities, there is a slow, steady buzz. It’s ever-present, grounding. If he lost all of his intuitions about casting, every spell ripped from his mind, he’d still know beyond a shadow of a doubt that his magic was calling for hers.
He watches her head tip back onto the shelf, lips open, neck exposed. He lifts her shirt, covering her breast with his mouth and sucking with a calm persistence. She moans loudly, and he shushes her. “This is a library, Hermione.”
Everyone knows, but that doesn't mean Theo wants to share these intimate moments with anyone but the wizard currently walking his fingers down Theo’s chest. Harry pulls at the buttons of Theo’s vest until they’re forced open. “Always look so proper, but you’re mine to undo.”
In Wiltshire, There Are No Saints Serpent_Sortia Summary: After the war, they built a life out of dust, blood, and the kind of love that doesn’t save you—only keeps you breathing. Notes: I worked on this over the course of a couple weeks while deep in an Ethel Caine spiral. Her music is so haunting and beautiful it makes my chest hurt. I really love how she explores these themes of generational trauma and religion and it inspired me to explore the idea that love isn't the same thing as redemption, and that some parts of you don't get washed clean just because someone decides to stay. This is Draco and Hermione in the aftermath of the war, carrying legacy like a sickness, just trying to build something from the rot left behind.
When she returns to the common area of their dorm he’s curled up in a large leather chair, The Mountains & The Moon: A History of Uagadou open on his lap. He’s changed into loose fitting grey trousers and a tight black shirt. She wants to straddle him there, but she pauses to take in the full picture. He looks up, a silly sort of grin hitting his face. “You okay?” “Good,” she says absentmindedly, her focus still not fully pulled from her intended mission. “Why the face?” He closes his book and tucks it next to him. She wants to share about Theo, about her frustrations, but mainly she wants to feel him in her hands, on her lips. She wants to break his facade once and for all.
The last thing you wanted Dramione textfic Part 9 Background photo a bookstore filled top to bottom with books.
Man wiping blood off lip The thing you wanted Dramione textfic By wanderingfair Part 3
Virgin snow “Show me,” she pleads, and the thought of Hermione Granger begging him for anything is enough to put him on his knees. Chapter 9 Dramione NottPott by wanderingfair Image- two hands touching
It isn’t enough to be near her anymore, he wants her hanging on his every word. He wants her out of her mind curious about what he has to say. He wants her needy like he is. Her presence, her body, her brain. He’s needy for all of her. Virgin snow - WIP Wednesday/ chapter 9 by wanderingfair
Photo is of character Stefon from SNL - Text - Dramione’s hottest WIP is Virgin Snow This fic has everything; sexually flustered Hermione, a broody simpy Draco, a chaotic and loving Theo, gay Harry Potter, snow globes, the Blood Baron, a gratuitous level of competency kink, and just when you think the fun is over… knock knock…who’s there… it’s wandless magic that leads to sex.
Theo jumps and the subsequent splash into the water rouses Harry’s attention. He can see the steam rising as parts of Theo’s exposed skin hit the surface. “Potter,” Theo yells to him. “Get in the water.” He splashes the water up for emphasis. Harry hesitates only momentarily, his brief trepidation driven by a memory of another February spent inside the deep waters of the lake. Photo - Man’s head exposed in chest deep water