5 Works by PoemInTheDark
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Microfic May 2026 — Briefly, Everything by PoemInTheDark
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
09 May 2026
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31 days 31 Microfics! 50 words at a time, I shall attempt to smuggle entire lives through the cracks.
My favourite ships will drift in and out, but they know who owns the ocean: Dramione🙂↕️🫶🏽
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Academic Misconduct of the Heart by PoemInTheDark
Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas
03 Apr 2026
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Is three weeks enough time to fall in love and completely reorganize your life?
He’s 22. She’s 26.
He’s top of his cohort. She teaches art.
He doesn’t do relationships. She’s leaving.What happens when you put two dangerously attractive, catastrophically self-assured people in the same room—and give them a history written in the stars?
Three weeks. No strings. Just chemistry, Cambridge in autumn and two idiots who are absolutely certain they know what they’re getting into.
They’re both wrong.🙂↕️
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Nightfall in New York by PoemInTheDark
Fandoms: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas
16 Mar 2026
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“Oh, Feyre.” His voice was a low, dangerous purr. “I’m anything but safe. For you.”
How dare he!
“You don’t know what I want.” Her chin lifted. “Or what’s good for me.”
“Don’t I?” He said quietly. “I see you. I see all the pieces you think you’re hiding.”
She stepped back, blanching. “What—what do you mean?”
“You think I haven’t noticed?” Rhys sounded pained. “How you catalog every exit? The way you hold your breath when people get too close?” Another step. “I see the weight, the secrets carving you hollow." His face darkened. "I don’t need to know what they are, but don’t stand there claiming you want complications when you’re drowning in battles you won’t let anyone help fight.”
She felt stripped bare, exposed, yet blind with defiance.“You think Tarquin would be simpler?” Bitter laughter spilled out. “You think anyone would be simple right now?” He was close now and his heat and cologne was making her dizzy. Feyre couldn't believe how deeply he’d seen her. “I don’t need saving, Rhys,” she said meeting his gaze, “and I don’t want safe.”
His eyes flared. “Then tell me, Feyre. What do you want?” He paused, looking vulnerable. “And why won’t you reach for it?” -
I Was Made for Lovin' You by PoemInTheDark for Calliope_dreaming
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
14 Mar 2026
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Draco Malfoy has survived a war, the French Ministry's singing pixies, and a concerning fixation on people's jugulars. What he cannot, apparently, survive is Hermione Granger in a pencil skirt telling him he's "over-compensating for the drift."
Hermione Granger has approximately seven contingency plans for every situation.
Except the one where Draco Malfoy has been showing up to work in Tom Ford suits for two years straight.It's Valentine's Day at the British Ministry, where HR (?) is demonstrably understaffed and the decorations are causing psychosexual visions in public spaces. (OSHA could never.)
Between the obscure vampire laws that keep accidentally triggering, Hermione's increasingly unhinged flirting strategy, and his own overfraught senses firing all over the place, Draco is starting to think two years of pining was the easy part.
Hermione, meanwhile, has just realized the man she's been obsessing over has fangs.
This is going to end in either a bloodbath or a bed.
Spoiler: It's both. -
For Every Dawn, I Choose Draco Malfoy by PoemInTheDark
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
17 Jan 2026
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The air in the kitchen was rich with the scent of baking.
He reached around her, chest warm against her back, and set the serving spoon on the counter. For a moment they lingered there—her whisking, him solid and present. The cream was smooth and pale, catching the afternoon light.
“Perfect timing on the cake,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Is it? I feel like I just… began,” she admitted with a laugh. “But it smells right.”
“When you’re busy up here”—he tapped lightly at her temple—“time doesn’t stand a chance.”
She arched an eyebrow, fighting back a smile. “If focus could bend temporal mechanics, arithmancers would be immortal.”
“Only the clever ones who survive the paradox cascade. You’d navigate it flawlessly, of course.”
The cream had formed perfect peaks, but Hermione barely noticed. Her whisk hovered mid-air, eyes wide. Something hot and electric shot through her chest as his words sank in.
“Who are you?” she whispered in awe. The timer chimed then, mellow and silver, harmonizing with the wind chimes.