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    Ever since she’d been small, Hermione’s reward for good marks had been a rampage through a bookshop, so the day she tore open her O.W.L.s results and triumphantly brandished the eleven Outstandings, her beaming mother said, “We’ll go to Foyles tomorrow,” without any discussion required.

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    Looking back afterwards, she felt quite stupid: she ought to have realized then at least some of what it was going to be like. But in the moment, all she cared about was getting upstairs with her sample. She spent the whole evening in the Common Room in front of the fire, counting repeats. She tried not to get excited as the number climbed over her mother’s 19, then their equally Muggle next-door neighbor Maria’s 12, but by the time it reached her father’s 25 she was holding her breath, and she made a tiny jump in her seat as it climbed past her own tally of 27. She made a cup of tea after that and settled in for what she hoped would be the long wait, and it was: the count climbing and climbing, her animated quill steadily making the tally marks on her notepad, and she leaned forward as the count finally crept past a hundred. One hundred and one, one hundred and two, little by little, and then at last—116, 117, 118—and the repeats stopped.

    Hermione shrieked and jumped up, grabbing the paper, and as Ron and Harry and half the rest of the Gryffindors all came running down back to the Common Room—when had everyone gone to bed?—she grabbed Harry by the arm, laughing exultantly. “I was right! Squibs have too many! I was right!”
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    Wonderful to see how Hermione uses science & magic!! A lovely story, in particular re: world building.

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    Clark rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighed, and considered whether this counted as a medical emergency, a spiritual awakening, or—most likely—a side effect of fighting off an alien beetle uprising in Thailand approximately sixteen hours ago.

    He decided a trip to the Fortress of Solitude was in order.

    Jor-El’s scans were, in typical Kryptonian fashion, helpful in that profoundly unhelpful way. Yes, there was a new mental link in Clark’s neural architecture. No, it wasn’t alien interference or telepathic mind-control or residual psychic bug-sting.

    It was familial.

    “Your offspring ,” the AI intoned with such mechanical certainty that Clark had to sit down immediately. Not out of physical fatigue, but because his body had made the executive decision that the only safe direction was down.

    The following existential crisis to such a revelation arrived precisely as scheduled.

    (Or, I wrote the Dad!Superman story i've always wanted to read)

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    Beyond the far reaching fingers of the Federation Julian Bashir survives on the kindness of strangers and reciprocal gifts. A place to sleep in exchange for the care of a sick child. A meal for a healed bone. Passage to the next station for sex. Introductions get easier as he travels further, and despite the ever lingering sadness of dreams dashed, Julian finds that he doesn’t mind his life. He rather likes being an intergalactic man of mystery, leaving questions, broken hearts, and healed strangers in his path.

    Part of a fic/art collab/exchange with TenLubak

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    Pull A Fast One - Interlude VII: Blurr and Swindle romance, only background plot.

    (The following fics are still WIPs.)

    Move It Like You Stole It - They Stumble that Run Fast/Wisely and Slow/These Violent Desires (Have Violent Ends): Canon divergence, an in-depth examination of the world and characters of Hustle

    (Stumble, Slomo, and TVD take place concurrently but follow different characters/plotlines. It’s not actually necessary to read all three unless you want to. At least, that’s my goal.)

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    05 Sep 2025

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    "He trains wayward bots to steal for him in exchange for shelter and protection...his pleasure in corrupting the innocent is matched only by his greed."

    Long before Team Bee ever settles on Earth or even crosses paths, a young booster-addicted Deadlock in the service of Shadow Raker meets two minicons.

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