Reveals have gone up for the ownficfest, so I can now take responsibility for inflicting a non-magical Parliament/cricket/coffeshop fic on fandom. \0/

A huge, huge, huge thank you to those of you on my flist who pointed me in the right direction for cricket info. I ran up against the deadline in writing this fic, so I actually snipped the plot I'd developed in half at an appropriate point, which means for the couple of you who've poked me, yes, there will be a sequel at some not-so-distant point down the road and (in response to cursive's insistence that she wanted more cricket, dammit) I can say definitively that cricket will become even more of a plot point. *g*

Title: Black Coffee on a Lonely Night
Pairing: Harry/Draco, past Draco/Astoria
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: non-magical AU, bisexuality
Word Count: ~21,600
Summary: Draco owns a café in the city. Harry's a MP who comes in every morning, newspapers in one hand, BlackBerry in the other, and orders a triple espresso macchiato.
Author's Notes: Written for the 2009 ownficfest. Much love to cursive and noeon for their support and their suggestions. Many thanks also to my flist for advice regarding cricket and to the highly informative UK Parliament website, and a huge thank you to tray_la_la for the opportunity to write this.

( The day my wife dies, I'm half a world away, having my cock sucked in the filthy loo of a Brisbane pub. )

This fic is also archived on my Dreamwidth fic journal, An Archive of Our Own, and Skyehawke.



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Addendum: When I started writing this fic, I commissioned glockgal for art to accompany it. She came up with the following gorgeous picture that proved to be the inspirational push I needed to finish the story. \0/

( Glockgal's illustration )

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So my snarry_games fic was posted last night. I'm going to admit that I'm really a lot more nervous than I usually am upon fic-posting and have been since I turned this fic in. It took me until this afternoon to figure out why: I approached writing this story as if it were a novel, and the result is the closest I've come to writing such a creature. Eep. /0\

Anyway, should you like to read 56,000 words (give or take a few) of somewhat dystopic Snape/Harry, here you go. :)

Title: Sing A Mad Rebellion
Genre: Alive and Kicking
Prompts: Secrets and Lies, Assassination
Rating/Warnings/Kinks: NC-17, Highlight if you wish to know: *Non-Snarry pairing (non-explicit), het mentions, bisexuality, minor character death, politics, semi-epilogue compliance, violence*
Word Count: 55,991
Author Notes/Disclaimers/Betas: A huge thank you to my betas noeon and goseaward, and much gratitude to Noe for coaxing this story into being. Massive thanks also to the mods for their patience.

This fic owes a great debt to such works as Orwell's 1984, Alan Moore's V for Vendetta, the film The Manchurian Candidate and the works of John LeCarre, all of which in some manner provided inspiration for the conception and writing of the story. Danny Foster (and his wife Kirsty) are taken from the BBC series Party Animals which revolves around the lives of young Labour and Conservative political researchers and lobbyists. Nemworth Interrogation Unit and various other MI5-related elements are taken from or influenced by the BBC series Spooks. In addition, I must give major props to the highly informative and incredibly helpful factsheets hosted on the website of the United Kingdom Parliament, which, when printed, fill two reams of paper and a four-inch binder. The title is a nod toward a fragment of verse by John Taylor.

Summary: The State Security Forces come not in the middle of a dark night as one might expect, but on a bright, sunshiny Sunday morning just after the sausages are set on the kitchen table.

Sing A Mad Rebellion (link goes to the fic post on snarry_games)

I wrote this for bethbethbeth's birthday a few weeks ago and just realized I hadn't posted it anywhere outside of her birthday comm since.

So since there are a few people on my flist who might like a wee bit of Snaco porn, here you go. :) Do note the warnings and the title--there is definitely pot smoking involved. *g*

Off to watch an episode of Leverage and then maybe go to bed early....

Title: Reefer Madness
Author: Femme
Pairing: Snape/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~ 3,500
Warnings: Um...Draco (that warning would be for Cordelia *g*), semi-epilogue compliance (in other words, Snape aten't dead \0/), established relationship, slightly pervy portraits, the humiliation of teenagers, and unabashed pot smoking.
Author's notes: A huge thank you to supergrover24 for beta services, and a happy, happy birthday to Beth. *hugs*

( I found this in Scorpius's room. )

Title: L'ouragan
Author: Femme
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 9,056
Warning(s): Semi-epilogue compliant.
Prompt: #28 One of the things Harry does in MLE is track down unexpected uses of British-style magic in third-world environments, because it would be so easy for an unscrupulous wizard to take advantage. He's more than a little surprised to find Snape doing school-building work.
Summary: We had tried, but not even magic could stop the rising flood. Instead, we'd turned to rescuing those we could, joining the wizards and Muggles traversing the streets of the ward in boats, pontoons, any damn thing that could float. We pulled people from rooftops, from attics, from damned trees, until the soldiers arrived finally and sent us away.

A/N: Written for the 2009 Snarry-a-thon on snape_potter.

I tweaked the prompt just a bit, then said to hell with it and drove it down an entirely different road. :) Many thanks to my three gracious (and fast) betas, bethbethbeth, supergrover24, and ze_dragon, to florahart for the initial prompt, and to the mods for their great patience with me. Please note that the French you may find within is Creole and Cajun patois rather than the French you might hear in the streets of Paris. With love to the people of New Orleans.



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Music is an integral part of New Orleans culture. Those interested in the songs referenced may find them here.

This weekend luciamad is moving out of town, and this just breaks me a bit. I can't even begin to tell you guys how much I adore Luc and how incredible of a friend she's been to me over the past two years. I'm going to miss sprawling across my couch with her and watching Supernatural and Project Runway and all our other shows so fucking much. Hell, I'm going to miss her so fucking much.

I first started this fic almost a year ago because Luc asked me to write some Frank/Mikey for her, and she's been an endless cheerleader for me finishing it, even though she's only seen bits and pieces of it here and there. So this? This is entirely for you, Luc. With all my love and affection.

Title: Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Bob, Frank/Gerard, Pete/Mikey
Fandom: MCR
Rating: NC-17
Word count: approx. 14,700
Summary: Frank wants to touch Mikey, to slide his fingers across the sharp angle of his cheek just below his glasses, to drag his thumb along the curve of his bottom lip, to smooth his palm down Mikey's long throat.
Disclaimer: All the boys belong to themselves and this never happened.
Warnings: Semi-canon AU. (based on canon events, but some elements--such as the lack of girlfriends--may have been tweaked for story purposes)
Author Notes: Many thanks to supergrover24 and ze_dragon for their betas. And much, much love to luciamad. Thank you so much for everything. *hugs* Title stolen shamelessly from Dwight Yoakam.

( Do you ever wish you knew the future? Mikey asks Frank one night. )

Part Two

Title: Buenas Noches From A Lonely Room 2/2
Pairing: Frank/Mikey, Frank/Bob, Frank/Gerard, Pete/Mikey
Fandom: MCR
Rating: NC-17
Word count: approx. 14,700
Summary: Frank wants to touch Mikey, to slide his fingers across the sharp angle of his cheek just below his glasses, to drag his thumb along the curve of his bottom lip, to smooth his palm down Mikey's long throat.
Disclaimer: All the boys belong to themselves and this never happened.
Warnings: Semi-canon AU (based on canon events, but some elements--such as the lack of girlfriends--may have been tweaked for story purposes)
Author Notes: Many thanks to supergrover24 and ze_dragon for their betas. And much, much love to luciamad. Thank you so much for everything. *hugs* Title stolen shamelessly from Dwight Yoakam.

Part One can be found here.

( Part Two )

So merry_smutmas reveals are up and I can squeal and fangirl sherant for my SPECTACULAR art, A Snaco VIgnette, which is the most awesome thing EVER.

And I can now admit, yes, Virginia, I didn't write Snape/Draco this year. *g*

I intended to. I really did. And then I happened to stumble across a little blog called Belle de Jour, which happened to be the basis of some little show on ITV this year called The Secret Diary of A Call Girl, and suddenly I happened to get hit by the biggest plotbunny ever...which happened to be Harry/Draco. Yes, I was as surprised as anyone. :)

I devoured Belle's blog, digging back through several years of entries and the more I read, the more I liked her and the more I realized that I could totally adapt her story for an unabashedly unashamed rentboy Draco. I should note that Belle's blog itself was my primary source, rather than the TV show or the book based on the blog, and if you have an afternoon or two or three to while away in her archive, I highly recommend it. She's charming and witty and smart and entirely unashamed of her choice of profession. It's a delight to read.

This was one of my favourite fics this year to write--possibly one of my favourite fics ever. And definitely one of my favourite Dracos. So thank you so very much to charlotteschaos for the opportunity to write this story. It was a world I thouroughly enjoyed immersing myself in.

And to everyone who rec'd this little fic o' mine? Thank you. :)

Title: Kiss A Boy In London Town (And Other Intimate Misadventures of A Society Whore)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Things would be so very different if I owned them.
Summary: There's only one cardinal sin for a whore.
Warnings: Prostitution, semi-epilogue compliant
Notes: Many thanks to goseaward, supergrover24 and ze_dragon for their betas and to gmth for all her years of hard work with Smutmas, et merci beaucoup, Belle de Jour. Written for charlotteschaos in Smutmas 2007.

(Call me a whore. )

Story is also available at The Archive At The End of The Universe if you'd rather read it off Skyehawke.