Is eleven-years-old Draco ready to learn his heart’s true desire?
I enjoyed this thought experiment a lot and I’m happy to share the story that came out of it.
Author: Smehur
Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica featuring a story of my own successfully funded
I am delighted to report that the Kickstarter campaign to fund Many Hands: An Anthology of Polyamorous Erotica that features my first ever original story to be published, was successfully funded. This means it will go into print, and reach hundreds of readers, and I will be paid, and finally be able to call myself an author without half a dozen parentheticals. Needless to say, I’m over the moon.
As of this post, you can still order a copy of the anthology from the Kickstarter page.
Bruised — a Harry Potter fic
My first Harry Potter fic is, of course, all about Draco Malfoy. I’ve fallen in love with these two by reading other people’s fic, and with this, I hope to give a little something back. đź’ť
Hidden behind the heavy oak door, Draco felt his upper arms gingerly. Mother had had a house elf heal the bruises with magic, but his flesh still held the memory of pain.
Apparently, I’m into Harry Potter (and Draco Malfoy) now
I’m months late, announcing this shocking new development. It started quite a while ago, perhaps as early as in March, though I only realized the extent of the obsession in May. A bit of a strange story, the whole thing, and I’m about to tell it in all the juicy detail.
With all my previous fandoms, the route was: 1) watch or play or read; 2) daydream; 3) write; 4) reluctantly engage with the community, mostly with the goal to advertise my creations. With Harry Potter, it was all backwards. First, I started reading fanfiction, then daydreaming, and watching, reading and playing came almost as an afterthought.
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Phalar Aluve
A new story in my Baldur’s Gate 3 series!
“Let me see,” Astarion says.
Still hazy, Tav reluctantly offers the grip of the magical sword.
“No, not that. Your hand, my dear. And the absolute butchery you made of it with that butter-knife of yours.”
Or, Tav makes a blood sacrifice to the goddess of the dancing lights, and Astarion refuses to let it go to waste.
On Books and Reading
The fourth in my series of Baldur’s Gate 3 stories about Astarion and my golden boy, Talven Vrinn, On Books and Reading uses the discovery of the Necromancy of Thay to touch on questions of authority, manipulation and disability.
“I’m sorry,” Astarion says, wiping his eyes. “It must be terrible—” he bursts in laughter again, but it’s tinged with hysteria and sounds on the edge of turning to sobs. He covers his face, drawing a deep breath. “Ugh. I need a moment.”
Having given him the most truthful account of himself so far, Tav feels both giddy and exposed. Astarion’s laughter doesn’t bother him. It seems born of surprise and the absurdity of the situation, not mockery. But Tav is altogether too deeply invested in the hope that Astarion will agree to his ridiculous, haphazard proposal, to join in the cheer. Because, of course it was an excuse, even if he’d had no inkling that he’d use it, or that he needed one. The truth is, if he could, he’d spend every moment of his time trailing Astarion like a shadow.