Remus J. Lupin
Sirius O. Black
James C. Potter
The One We Shall Never Trust
Remus J. Lupin
Sirius O. Black
James C. Potter
The One We Shall Never Trust
I resolutely resolve to have no resolutions.
I do endeavour. I like that word – Endeavour – as in I will try hard to do or achieve something or I will make an attempt to achieve a my goal.
This years targets and goals:
Start and finish three fics.
Complete 3 updates on all my WIP
Write 500 words each week.
That means I have my work set out. I have to pull up and get on with it. I’m gonna need a lot of self motivation! So I have bought myself multiple journals, calendars and I am ever hopeful (good lord I use that phrase too often) that my endeavours will bare all the fruit. The fruits of fruits.
See ya! And watch this space. 😘
#SorryNotSorry for all the updates.
With me being back in fandom life and all healty again, I can finally update my website and get a backlog of art, thoughts and fic posted.
I had so many ideas just before my hiatus and now I can get back to letting you see my genius! 😉😜 LOL.
But in all seriousness, I have many more posts coming in the next couple of weeks and I’ll endeavour as always to finish my current WIP before starting anymore.
I am still taking requests for Fanart, so feel free to send them through – you can speak to me on FB or here via the contact page.
Anywho, Happy Holidays to you all and I hope you have a fantastic new year. 😘
You may have seen my Facebook post in the last year or so regarding my run in with Black History Supporters and the blatant disregard I received for being light skinned. If not? Here’s the below post verbatim.
I’ve gone past the same black guy handing out Black History pamphlets every morning in the freezing cold.
Today, being polite I thought I’d stop and get one. He said I could have one for a donation of my choice. I offered $1, he then said it was a minimum donation of $3??? This was just off putting.
At this point mum came over to get me moving (we’re off for coffee), a second older black guy tried to collar her by saying;
“It’s okay for white people to support black people!”
For some reason my response was…
“She is! She gave birth to me!!”
This second guy looked so offended. Like I’m not black enough for his cause. Like my light skin just wasn’t the shade he could preach about.
The reason I’m bringing it up again, is because it’s happened again(!)
This time it wasn’t as insulting and I could laugh it off as they appeared to mean nothing by it? But it still gets to me on a certain level. It makes me question why it’s so different here on the other side of the Atlantic.
Where are we going ‘right’ that others are going so ‘wrong’. [I’m being overly broad with right and wrong, but I’m venting, so whatever].
Again, I’m walking with my Mums – this time through Time Square (before it was Union St. in Toronto) – anyway, as I pull ahead, I hear
“Don’t be afraid to shake the hand of a negro!”
I turn back and this dude has collared my mum to get her to buy his ‘music’. Hopeing my mums don’t say anything that can be taken the wrong way, I track back and hear
“I’m not afraid to shake the hand of a Negro!!?! I’m from London!”
OMG! I near panicked my little heart out. My mum just said negro… back away mum, back away!!!
Thankfully, the guy thought my mum was super entertaining. He’s all “Hey! That your mums, that’s cool, white mums, little half’n’half, you rock that!”
At this point I’m speeding up and doing the WTF is this dude on? Smile. Smile and walk way 😬
Seriously though, do I attract people with racial chips on their shoulders? Is there some sign I’m unaware of that just shouts out ‘SAY SOMETHING RACIALLY INSENSITIVE, I WON’T MIND 😒’.
Short story short? I just don’t get the racial prominence on this side of the pond. I know I’ve been racially and sexually marginalised as I’ve grown up, but it’s not something that I deal with on a day to day basis. It’s not thrown in my face, and whilst I’m aware and very much care about the current political climate, I don’t feel like I’m part of it, if that makes sense. I watch it, I absorb it and then I move on.
A subjugated group cannot be racist – they can only be prejudiced .
Fandoms: James Bond (Craig movies)
Assumed Character Death | Canon-Typical Violence | alternative universe
Fifteen years after the end of their relationship, Quentin Wilson receives the news of James Bond’s death and gets ‘recruited’ when he hacks MI6 to find out more.
Fandom: James Bond (Craig movies)
No Archive Warnings Apply
“Until such time as you have a permanent residence 007, you are not cleared for field work.”
Graphic Depictions Of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con | F/F | M/M | Multi |Torture | Blood Drinking | Slash | Femslash | Mpreg | Vampires
Pairings: Jethro Gibbs/Anthony DiNozzo | Ziva David/Jenny Shepard | Timothy McGee/Abby Sciuto (implied)
‘It is written that the rivers will run red with the blood of the innocent, making man run with fear. From the North two lines will appear; the first – seventh time worthy and hailed by the King. The other pure; untainted and unfamiliar to what danger lurks, but still worthy to rule and the two will meet when the moon is at its bloodiest and they will fight for light….’
Detective Tony Dinozzo had no idea of what went bump in the night. To him, monsters were those humans who killed without reason, who deserved to be put behind bars. He had no idea that his junior partner, Timothy McGee, or his best friend, Abigail Sciuto, was part of the so called ‘walking dead’. Vampires were alive and kicking and he was about to find himself, not only to be the future mate of the next vampire king – Leroy Jethro Gibbs, but also in a race to save himself, the human race and his bondmate’s race from extinction. Between the European Vampires who wanted to annihilate the US Vampires and the Slayers who thought that humans should be on the top of the food chain, life for all, hung in the balance. They had one of two options – survive or be killed.
Art request filled for Saydria way back when!
Stiles Stilinski – Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry | Derek Hale – Durmstrang Institute for Magical Learning | Alison Argent – Académie de magie Beauxbâtons
When the light abandons you, then run. Run hard and fast to the other side.
“Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run”
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
And I find friends in all corners of this shadowed world.
When your given an idea and just run with it. Be it Merwin [below] or Hartwin [It may happen] or even Heskwin [Who knew that little weasel could be redeemed?]
To read Saydrias K:TSS fanfiction click here.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Relationship: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Content Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Tags: Slash, Foul Language, SMUT!
Summary: Sex? Public sex and shenanigans. Oh and sex.
Notes: Written as a one off for Smutmass 2016. No connection to any other fic’s and as complete as it will ever be. Un-Beta’d.
The club that we entered was packed to the rafters, pulsing bodies and equally pulsing music filled the dance floor, the bass wrapping around the edges of the room like an enchantment. I bounced with giddiness before diving into the fray dragging Draco behind me.
The crush of bodies parted slightly to allow us minimal space within the centre before closing in on us. Loosing ourselves in the music we both failed to notice the attention that we garnered from the majority of the patrons dancing around us. Sensually moving together we were adding to the already present feverish motion. The erotic thump and grind that we – well I – had so enthusiastically thrown us into, was just another piece of an erotic puzzle.
The twists and turns of all the bodies got faster until the crowd was like one dancing – writhing body, the flow of the music almost seemed to change to the beat of dance instead of the opposite. We failed to notice the energy that we were emitting, it coiled around us tighter and tighter before spontaneously spiking out at random into the crowd, drawing various men and women into our hub.
The more we moved, the more we added to the amount of people surrounding us; The dance seem more tribal, each person mirrored the other until one dance stomped through our bodies winding and pulsing rhythmically until finally the music exploded through them.
“I need to BREATH! Oh my god! It’s fantastic here!” I yelled over the thumpa-thumpa of bass.
“Please can we bring Sirius and Remy here? Can you just imagine it? All these people grinding and writhing in LEATHER! Siri’ would have a heart attack right before Remy drags him into a dark corner!”
I started to drool before Draco averted my short attention back to him, by harshly pulling on my hair.
Groaning I wrapped myself around Draco “Draaaco! No fair!”
The blond proceeded to attack my neck, nibbling down the bare column of throat before biting down on my exposed collar bone.
“Mmm…don’t stop, pleease don’t stop…aaahh, D-D-Draco!”
I sinuously moved down his body, grinding my hard cock against his thigh. I needed friction and I needed it now.
“What do you want Harry?”
I panted and groaned, totally incoherent to anything other than the feel of his hands gripping my rear, getting closer to where I wanted him.
“Harry? Haaarrry?” Draco cooed in my ear “Answer me or I’ll stop”
Draco pulled back when I failed to responded for a second time, I saw him smirk – the bugger – and trying to supress a whimper, I clutched at his front before hoisting myself up and whispering harshly into his ear,
“I want you to fuck me. Now!”
I kissed along his jaw line, nipping at his lips demanding entrance.
“Now? As in right now, as in on the dance floor now, as in all these people watching as I bend you over backwards until you scream so loud the music will cease to exist? As in NOW!” Draco growled against my lips whilst gripping me tightly, pulling gasp after gasp from my throat.
Shivers ran down my back from the raw sensuality in his lust roughened voice.
“Back… room” I managed to gasp out
“Fuck the back room.” He growled
I couldn’t help it. I kissed him harder than I ever had before as he slammed us into one of the many darkened alcoves, I hissed slightly at the harsh treatment compared to his surprisingly soft touches.
Wanting to be closer I pulled my top up and was rewarded with more of his aggressive side. I contemplated casting preparation charms and then moaned at the idea of him stretching me in front of all these people.
He growled then plunged his hands down my pants – thank Merlin I was commando. He traced his fingers along my crease before starting to massage my opening.
He didn’t waste any time thrusting one of his long thick fingers into me.
“Draco… more.” I breathed breaking away from the kiss.
My breath shot out as he didn’t wait and wiggled one, then two, then three more fingers inside me, I had never felt so deliciously full.
“Aaaargh Draco, harder. Yes! yes, ooh Merlin please?! Harder!”
Lost in the pleasure of his touch, I grasped first at his wide shoulders before threading my fingers through his hair, grasping for anything to hold on to.
I barely managed to keep my eyes open as his lips and tongue came into contact with my neck. I moaned loudly unable to hold it in.
“Hurry.” I gasped softly knowing he could hear how anxious I was.
Pulling back from my neck, he looked in my eyes. Whatever he saw there made him remove his fingers. I couldn’t help the soft whine of disappointment that escaped my lips. But my disappointment didn’t last long, spinning me around and thrusting against my backside, he yanked down my trousers before spreading my legs apart. I felt his tip tease my entrance then –
“Harry!” he cried out passionately, head thrown forward into my neck, hands gripping my hips in a hold that I couldn’t break out of as he thrust mercilessly into my tight channel.
I felt my insides burn with his thick heat. I griped my muscles around him. I started to feel us both lose control and knew if anyone was to see us they would be hard pressed not to be shocked by our behaviour.
Grinning to myself I gripped my inner muscles around him tightly, hopefully coaxing him to move faster. Seconds later he pulled nearly all the way out, leaving just his head inside me, before thrusting back hard. I let out a loud keen.
Merlin this is what I missed. He found a rhythm of deep then shallow thrusts; hitting my sweet spot nearly every time.
The music was drowning out the sound of skin slapping on skin, my continuous moaning and his grunting and growling. I could feel his body start to set in a hard clench. I could feel it tick with every thrust, before he bit down, breaking the skin on my shoulder.
This was turning out be one of the most erotic nights of my life, and I wanted it imprinted into my brain forever. I felt his grip in my hips weaken before holding me even tighter, so tight I could barely move as he grasped my weeping cock that had been deliciously rubbing against the wall.
He pumped it in time with his thrusts, my impending orgasm was starting to overwhelm my body. Finally! I was sending stream after stream of my seed into his hand and onto the wall, screaming my pleasure into clenched fists.
He followed me seconds later, his hand squeezing my cock so hard that I came again, the surprising pleasure/pain forcing me to orgasm violently.
“You are fucking Amazing!”
Dazed and glossy eyed, I felt Draco peppering kisses over my shoulders, soothing the bite mark.
He yanked up my pants and spun me around to hold me tightly against him, whilst trying to slow down our breathing. I laid my ear over his heart and listened to it beat wildly slowing only just a little before he kissed the top of my head. I felt his breathing return to normal at the same time that I finally felt more aware.
“I think… I think that was better than our first time.”
Draco ran his hands down my back in calming circular motions before coming to rest over the swell of my pleasantly sore arse.
“Mmm.” I agreed in stupefied post-coital bliss.
“Let’s get back to the hotel, ok? I think we’ve given a good enough show for the night?”
Peering around his shoulder, I spied the group in the opposite corner who had obviously witnessed our passion, if the glazed and hungry looks were anything to go by.
As I sensed the tale-tale squeeze of apparition, I grinned, feeling completely self-satisfied, before finally waving at them half-heartedly.
It was a very good time to be going ‘home’.
Authors Note: That’s it for this years Minion-mass/Smut-mass. I do hope you enjoyed it, I certainly enjoyed to writing it!
Wishing you all a Very Merry [insert preferred holiday/celebration] and a Happy New Year! May 2017 be ever brighter…
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