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I haven't posted here in a while but that by no means signals that I haven't been writing. In fact...

My novella A Honeyed Light was released on Wednesday!! I was really excited and overwhelmed all day long. Like how do people do this all the time? Anyway I wrote all the deets in a blog post already so just go here.

Yay a book!!!

No but for real if you want a multicultural, gay/bisexual, male/male romance set in a haunted town during the Hindu festival of Diwali in a short sweet novella, pick up A Honeyed Light now!

Like you can say no to this stunning cover:
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And by that I mean "Five Paragraphs" to make up for all the Friday Fives I've been missing. This narrative was written for a application for an rpg two years ago. Sicne I just joined a new game with said character, I figured I should post this here...since I never did? Oops?

Anyway, this is Aksel. He can control you. When he says dance, you dance. He's the Puppetmaster, bitches.

And he's not a nice guy. )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 13: More surprise fanfic! This is also the bonus day, and the last day ;_; SADS. Anywhere here. Have some Covenant fic.

If there was one thing everyone knew about Reid Garwin it was that he was a reckless skirt-chaser. He took chances none of the other sons of Ipswich would -- not even Pogue -- and flirted with every attractive girl who passed by. He went through relationships like he went through tissues and considering he was a young man with a healthy sex drive, he went through a lot of both.

Your Breath Fills My Lungs )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 12: More surprise fanfic! Blaise/Draco is probably my #2 Harry Potter OTP and so they're the other one I've written more than a few fics on. So here's another, set in one of our RP-verses.

Blaise was a very private person and always had been. If fact, one of the things that drove Draco mad about him was how much he didn't know about him; the tall, dark, often cruel Zabini kept very much tightly under wraps. Over the years Draco had learned a few things about Blaise: his taste for wine, his disdain for anything he deemed beneath him, his quick mind, and his incredible patience.

I believe in a cruel God )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 11: Here there be bondage. Fades before it gets to an R rating so I'm not locking it.

The gift itself was a large, flat, very misleading box, wrapped carefully in shiny silver paper with a velvety red bow. It was so very misleading because of the contents within. Ezra watched as Avery pulled the four black cuffs attached to short sturdy metal rods out of the packaging and looked quizzically up at him. His rosebud mouth pursed as he turned them over in his hands, clearly only halfway to figuring out what they were. Ezra had cuffed him to his bed on more than one occasion already, so that these things were made to fit around Avery's wrists and ankles was pretty obvious.

Bound and determined )
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If you're just tuning in, as part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 10: Finally caught up. Sorry for the f-list spam. I just have not been posting these daily as I should have. I only have two left after this and they'll be posted tomorrow and Monday.

JD had stopped celebrating Christmas years ago. When the holiday season meant either wheeling and dealing with administration at Salem Academy to stay there during the holidays rather than go back to the boys' home in Jersey, after a while, the holiday started losing meaning. When you had no family, no loved ones, what was the point of it? Certainly not the religious aspect -- he'd given up on that even longer ago. So now though he'd been an adult out of the system and out of Salem for a few years, Christmas was just another highly irritating day to him.

All I want )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 9: Yay, more kpop inspired band-slash!

Sometimes it was a little too easy to get caught up in the stage lights, the persona and the performance. Sometimes it was a little hard to figure out where the performer ended and the maybe not so ordinary young man began. Sometimes, it was hard to turn off the daring, inappropriate fanservice that sent girls in the crowd into screaming fits.

It's not an act offstage )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 8: This is pretty schmoopy. Again, these folks have superpowers, but don't use them within this drabble.

New Year's Eve in New York City wasn't about fancy restaurants, champagne on rooftops, or cramming into Times Square to freeze among a million other people to watch the glitzy ball drop. At least, it wasn't like that for Chien. To him it was rum and cokes until midnight, affordable champagne at midnight, and dancing with Mo until they collapsed, but only after that sweet kiss that made him tingle even more than the bubbles did.

New Year's in New York City )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 7: So hey sometimes I write fandom! HP fandom, Dean/Seamus aka my OTP to end OTPs

The press of the crowd was something Dean was not nearly as fond of as his many former Gryffindor friends. Out of them all, he was probably the most introverted; he valued his quiet time, his alone time. He didn't mind sharing it with Seamus, because despite how much energy Seamus exuded, he also knew when Dean needed to be alone to create or just to recharge.

And days of Auld Lang Syne )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 6: So this is kpop (faux) bandslash. We created a band (and a label for the band, as well as a few other talents under said label) annnnd stuff happened.

It wasn't often that Lunatox members got any time off. They were still a rookie group after all and that meant every minute of their day was scheduled for something, whether it be practice, performance, variety show or sleep. So when their manager told them, only two days after Christmas, that the were given the day off to spend at a shopping mall, and were give an allowance, KC could only stare in pleased surprise.

O Christmas Tree )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 5: More May-December!

It wasn't often Dixon had the time to swing by Li's job. He was usually working himself, but sometimes things slowed down a bit around the holidays. People were more concerned about buying gifts and seeing loved ones than getting new ink. And he knew damn well most of his staff wanted to spend time with their own families too so he closed up shop early this time of year. It meant he could pull up outside the boutique Li worked at, the engine on his bike rumbling before he turned it off.

All Tied Up )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 4: Corvus bound by a sorcerer who can command him into raven form. Because of this bond, Corvus doesn't remember much of his past, Then he meet Mars. Now he's strugglng to break free and at the same time, protect Mars from this same sorcerer.

Christmas was one of the things Corvus struggled to remember. It came to him in scents: pine, peppermint, apple-cinnamon, burning logs, sugar cookies, and roasted chestnuts. It was flashes of memory: torn paper, laughter, screams of delight, falling snow -- though sometimes he remembered rain and warmer skies instead -- and faces he could never quite focus on. Christmas was feelings he clung to: warmth, love, cheer -- things he hadn't had in too many years to count.

Christmas memories )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day 3: Some May/December going on here. I've previously written them as fauxcest but this is a rebooted version where they do not become a step-family.

The weather turned bad in a matter of hours. One minute it was heavy but pleasant rain beating on the windows of the cabin and the next it had turn to icy snow. It weighed on the roof and the power lines; it was too much for the latter. The power went out and while Max froze -- figuratively -- Jack swore impressively, grabbed a powerful lantern and switched it on.

Tips for surviving an unexpected ice storm )
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As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. Day Two: The cutest gang-bangers in the world. (It's tagged superpowers because these characters have them, despite not using during this drabble)


Years of not having someone he cared for, of never being in an actual relationship, of never even considering love a possibility meant Aksel still wasn't used to giving gifts. He still had difficulty expressing the intense positive emotions he felt about Han and he found it even harder to put those feelings into words.
Not unlike a fairy tale )
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I'm going to be flooding your f-lists. Sorry not sorry.

As part of a yearly tradition with [personal profile] yabamena, we write each other drabbles for the 12(+1) days of Christmas. This is the one I wrote for Christmas Day. These two are step-siblings who met (and were interested in each other) before their parents did and then later found out there were going to become a family. Awkward.

Manny had to admit that Christmas in Connecticut was actually pretty nice. The forecasted snow showers had begun a few hours earlier than expected, dusting the lawn and streets in soft white powder. Even if it turned out to be nothing more than flurries, it still meant he was getting a white Christmas, and he'd take it.

Mistletoe )
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I spent my writing time editing/plotting/brainstorming today so I don't really have anything new to post here. I sadly hit a roadblock yet again with the story I had been working on, but I'm hoping maybe it's just a hiccup and I can get back into it before the deadline next week. For the time being, here's this thing from a billion years ago. There are some sensitive issues being hinted at here but nothing overt.

The first time they tried to separate them was the day after the trial ended. News of the guilty verdict was fresh on the front page of everyone's morning paper and the government didn't need Eric any more. He'd done well on the stand, but now their star witness was nothing more than another ward of the state, one with a rapidly developing attitude problem.

They had no idea just how much a problem it was until they told him that he and Bobby were going to be placed in different homes. They said they were good homes, but Eric called them liars, stupid liars because didn't they know that there wasn't a home for him without Bobby? His begging, pleading, shouting words that no nine-year-old should know, fell on deaf ears. So Eric used his fists instead, his legs and arms and teeth.

He was a wild thing, like a cornered animal protecting its young and it stunned the cops that had to restrain him that one slip of a boy could cause so much damage. It took three of them, Bobby would remember. Three large full grown men to restrain one nine-year-old boy that wouldn't stop kicking, punching, biting, and screaming for his brother. Bobby was quiet, still quiet. He hadn't said anything in a long time, not since...

Eric's anger flared again. They couldn't be separated. He was Bobby's voice; someone had to look out for him, protect him. Their parents were gone, brutally slain. Why, why, would this so-called justice system take away the only things that had left: each other?


For the curious, they wound up not being separated and that led to a whole host of other things happening.
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I have been looking for this since last week to post here. I worte it a while ago but for some reason it never made it into my writing journal. Covenant fic, Caleb/Pogue, rated soft R I guess?

The streets of Ipswich were imprinted in Caleb’s mind, with a definitiveness shared by all four sons of Ipswich. It was their home, the place made theirs - not just their whole lives, but their ancestors’ as well, for generations. They played out like a rural map in Caleb’s mind, and if it wouldn’t lead to Pogue insisting he watch the road, Caleb could drive them with his eyes closed. Barring the occasional semi.

The streets of Cambridge were new, needed to be learned. It wasn’t far from Ipswich, but it was far enough that it wasn’t quite home. Maybe not yet, maybe not ever. But they were new, and it would take time to learn them even half as well as they knew Ipswich.

But it was neither the streets of Ipswich nor of Cambridge that held Caleb’s focus. It was the map of Pogue’s body, lines and roads he both knew so well and not at all that he strove to drive now. He mapped them with his eyes, his hands, his fingers, his tongue. He tasted the remains of chlorine on mostly dry skin. He felt tight muscles under that smooth and taut skin. He saw every turn, curve, angle, and line that made Pogue’s body a city to discover all on its own.

His mouth covered Pogue’s when he finally drove home, the sounds he made swallowed whole, and more satisfying than a thousand nights’ driving in Ipswich or Cambridge combined. The power in him rose to meet Pogue’s when legs wrapped around his waist and he knew it didn’t matter where he was, where he drove.

Pogue’s body held the streets that would always lead him home.


I'm sick so I'm impressed i managed to find something to post here at all today. Also I just realized I completely forgot last Monday's post so I posted this and backdated.
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I started this a very long time ago, and then fell out of the fandom so I abandoned it. I just dug it back up while looking for something to post here and realized I'd very much like to get back to it. This is a Harry Potter/Beauty and the Beast crossover I started writing for [personal profile] yabamena Back in the Before Time. Maybe I'll be able to finish it sometime now that I've since poked my head back into HP.

Once upon a time there was a handsome prince. )


Um yeah so if Draco's Beauty in this scenario, Blaise is the Beast. I remember some vague intentions about this and I really need to get back to it. Especiallys ince Blaise/Draco is one of my fave pairings and Beauty and the Beast is one of my fave fairy tales.
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And the last of the [community profile] fandom_stocking which catches me all up on posting daily! This one was for [personal profile] jengeorge.

Seamus is still in the laughing stage of his drinking when Dean joins him. Small as he is, Seamus's tolerance is incredible and Dean doesn't really drink much so it doesn't take him long at all to catch up, especially not when Seamus is plying him with wine.

Seamus gets giggly when he's drunk but Dean gets handsy when he's had wine, so it's a good thing they decided to leave when Dean can't keep his hands off Seamus's rear. It makes a difference how bold Dean gets, based on what he drinks. Seamus prefers whiskey, obviously, but wine goes right to Dean's head. Heads, maybe, and that thought makes Seamus giggle again.

It was an accident, the first time. Seamus had heard somewhere that a drink of alcohol was supposed to help boost creativity and Dean was in a bit of an artistic slump. Seamus didn't know much about wines and he picked at random. Dean received a rich, full-bodied cabernet and the only canvas he wound up painting on that night was Seamus's skin.

Tonight's even better though because Dean's had more than a few drinks and Seamus is right there with him. Neither of them attempts the smallest bit of magic to help them get home and once they're there, it's giggles, fumbling fingers, and sloppy kisses. After tonight, Seamus decides he's keeping wine in the house, just in case Dean needs some more inspiration.

Hands

Jan. 10th, 2013 12:49 pm
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Another [community profile] fandom_stocking fic, this one for [personal profile] carolinecrane. Short one.

Dean's hands are large. His fingers are long, his palms wide rectangles. His grip around a paint brush is gentle but firm. When Seamus watches him paint, he's not watching Dean's art come to life on the canvas. He's watching Dean's elegant fingers wrapped around that brush, watching how he holds it, watches how he's so careful and so precise, like he knows his hands could snap the brush easily. The way he works, so intent and focused, leaves Seamus slightly breathless because it's not long before he's picturing those hands on his skin. He pictures Dean's fingers wrapped around his cock, not a paintbrush, his grip strong and sure.

Seamus is quick to admit he loves Dean's hands and the way he focuses on them during sex is admission enough. He sucks Dean's fingers before he sucks him off, licks them clean after he's spilled himself in Dean's hand. In fact, Seamus takes any excuse to get Dean's fingers in his mouth.

Seamus snaps out of his reverie to find Dean setting down his paintbrush. In fact, he's coming over to him and using those amazing hands to tug Seamus out of the room and down the short hall to their bedroom. Seamus wonders if Dean can read his mind and he actually whimpers when Dean slides his long fingers into Seamus's mouth. There's traces of non-toxic paint still on them but Seamus doesn't care; it just makes him suck harder, like he can't possibly get enough.

In the blissful moments after, Seamus draws little designs on Dean's hands where they lay on his stomach and smiles before he falls asleep.

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