if the moon is your lantern

RS Small Gifts

mindabbles — Sat, 26 Oct 2019 19:10:28 GMT

RS_Small_Gifts is back for year 14! Sign ups end and claiming begins tomorrow, here: https://small-gifts.dreamwidth.org/262049.html.

Small Gifts

mindabbles — Sat, 27 Oct 2018 15:08:04 GMT

Remus/Sirius Small Gifts sign ups are almost over. Head on to https://small-gifts.dreamwidth.org/248395.html#comments for this year’s low stress holiday r/s fest!

Happy birthday, J!!!!

mindabbles — Thu, 19 May 2016 11:09:07 GMT

Happy, happy birthday to gryffindorj! Hope your birthday was as fabulous and filthy in all the right ways as you are.

Pressies for me!

mindabbles — Wed, 13 Jan 2016 03:14:00 GMT

I must have been very good this year because I left three prompts at Daily Deviant's kristmas comment fest, and I got three fabulous fills, all from writers I love, and all perfect, and all porn, in case you couldn't tell from the community. Take a gander, check them out, and leave these lovely people some comments:

Charlie/Teddy, a first time by torino10154

Most people around here probably know that Torino is a master at writing a complete story, with implied background, emotion, humor, hotness, all of it in not so many words. This impresses me every time, partially because her stuff is always just so fun to read, and partially because I fail so terribly at being concise. This is some delicious Charlie and Teddy trying rimming for the first time, well, Teddy's first time. Charlie is intense and hot and masterful. Teddy is eager and sexy and asks for what he wants. If you want a short, hot, delightful little bit of porn, and really who doesn't, this is for you.

The Night Before Christmas (Minerva/Poppy; NC-17) by kellychambliss

Minerva/Poppy is my f/f OTP. Knowing that R/S is my m/m OTP, it might not surprise you that what I love about Minerva and Poppy is how long and how much they've been through together. I believe, yes I do, that there is enough in canon to tell me that they were always loyal to each other and love conquered challenges in their relationship. Kelly wrote a story that is funny, dramatic, romantic, and hot. It's set in the year of Umbridge and Minerva and Poppy manage to have a wonderful Christmas Eve despite it all.

Make the Fireflies Dance for Me (Sirius Black/Remus Lupin) by writcraft

It's no secret to anyone who can see this that Remus/Sirius is my first love. What I love about them is their complicated friendship, and how it was immediately resumed in POA. I love that their story can so easily have happiness and sadness, love and loss, trust and distrust, all right next to each other. This story has all of that, told through kisses. It's gorgeous and romantic and sexy and bittersweet, all without being sappy or overwrought. Really, read it.

beta?

mindabbles — Wed, 25 Feb 2015 05:26:00 GMT

Hello there! Anyone out there still seeing this? :) If so, and you're a fan of femslash, do you have time to give a look at a 3,500 word, R-rated fic for me? I'd be most appreciative!!

xoxo

Happy Birthday(s)!

mindabbles — Sun, 18 Jan 2015 01:41:14 GMT

A most happy birthday to secretsolitaire! I hope that your day is wonderful and is the beginning of a beautiful trip around the sun.

A very happy birthday to ceredwensirius! I hope you are healthy and happy and that your coming year is full of joy.

FESTS!!!!

mindabbles — Wed, 03 Dec 2014 22:14:01 GMT

Hello!

So, rs_small_gifts started posting, for our 9th year! After nine years, we have old friends and new to us R/S shippers, a gift coming every day of the month, and interest in a bonus round already. Not too shabby! Head on over and check it out.

The reveals at hp_crossgenfest are up. I wrote a Neville/Teddy fic for a lovely prompt from torino10154. I'll repost it here soon. Now, I would like to call your attention to another fic at that fest. In the Bones by gryffindorj, Remus/Draco, NC-17. Most of you know I am a total sucker for romance. This is not a romance. This is about need and has wonderfully crafted main characters. It's intense and interesting and, if you want a werewolf fic, or just a good fic, go read it.

AND last but certainly not least—Kinky Kristamas is posting over at Daily Deviant. AND I GOT ART ON THE FIRST DAY! And it's Remus/Sirius, NC-17 and gorgeous, romantic, sexy, and just wanted I wanted for Kristmas! Go look!!! This Is All I'm Asking For

R/S SMALL GIFTS

mindabbles — Mon, 06 Oct 2014 03:32:17 GMT

Hey Flist,

R/S Small Gifts is back for it's 9th season! A lovely person has already made some 2014 icons and banners. Check them out HERE and then come back and sign up on October 11!

Fic: Salt and Heat, Remus/Sirius, NC-17, Daily Deviant Repost

mindabbles — Tue, 16 Sep 2014 00:49:04 GMT

Here's a repost of my July DD fic!

Title: Salt and Heat
Author: mindabbles
Characters/Pairings: Remus/Sirius, Remus/OC
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: salophilia
Other Warnings: Threw in a little of last month's theme, bradycubia. There's a touch of rimming
Word Count: 3,600
Summary/Description: Remus tries not to compare.
Author's Notes: Thank you to the mods for putting up with me. It was fun to visit with my original OTP this month!

"Where are you going?"

Remus asks the question even as he knows it will not receive an answer.

"Come with me and you’ll find out," Sirius says. He smiles and Remus could almost let himself fall back in. "I can’t just leave," Remus says. He can't.

"Your job keeping you here?" Sirius snaps.

Remus grits his teeth. The tendency to lash out when he’s hurt or disappointed isn’t one of Sirius' traits that he’s missed. "Sirius," he says slowly. "I have to stay."

"Moony," Sirius says, just as slowly. He leans closer. He’s aged 20 years in 13. "You do what you have to do then. I’ll send an owl."

"Sirius, please don’t—"

"It’s fine. Of course you have a life now. I never expected you to sit waiting for me. It’s fine."

The tense cut of Sirius’ shoulders and the ache in Remus’ stomach tells him that it’s anything but fine.

*

David’s body is tight and hot around Remus. He grips David’s hips, watching the way his fingers dig into the flesh. David moans and Remus thrusts harder and faster. David clenches the sheets so that hard Remus is sure he’ll hear them rip, but then David would never do something so out of control.

Remus leans and presses his lips to the back of David's neck. He smells and tastes of soap. Clean. Antiseptic. Impersonal. The man doesn't sweat. He tries not to compare. He really does.

"Remus," David gasps and Remus spreads him open.

His cock disappears into David’s body, dark and slick, and David tenses around him. If he fucks David hard enough, fast enough, he won’t be able to think. David moans and clenches around him and Remus sees white. He wants to call out David’s name, but he can’t speak. He’s said enough this evening. He arrived at David's the moment Sirius left to go wherever it was that Dumbledore arranged for him to hide from the Ministry and the Death Eaters. Remus grabbed David and pushed him up against the wall the moment he was in the house. David still insisted they make it to the bed to fuck—after David washed up a bit.

David doesn't make a sound as he comes, his body tensing for a moment. Remus tries not to picture Sirius' eyes when he'd said he was fine and thrusts hard into David until he comes.

Remus collapses on the bed and David roles over onto his back, both of them panting to catch their breath. They don’t roll together, David’s head settling onto Remus’ shoulder as it usually does. Remus doesn’t gather him up, pulling him to him.

"I—are you all right?" Remus asks after what feels like minutes of silence. David is affectionate and kind. He’s been nothing but wonderful for the past two years. He deserves better than this.

"I could live with your memories." David turns his head, tearing his eyes from the ceiling as if it takes great effort. There’s a resigned looked in his usually bright, warm blue eyes. "I could live with the fact that you still loved him because there was no way he could come back, and because you knew you shouldn’t because of what he did."

"David—"

"No, Remus. It’s my turn."

"Sorry. I'm sorry."

"That’s all changed now. You don’t want to be here and I don’t want you to stay out of loyalty. I actually do think too much of myself to allow that."

Remus starts to tell him he does love him—in a way. He starts to say that the last two years have been the best since 1981. David shakes his head.

"You’re a good friend," Remus says, because it’s true and because it is the one thing he can say without insulting David. "And you’re a catch."

"Go," says David.

Remus leans and kisses him on the cheek. "Thank you."

*

"You might have found a nicer place," Remus says.

Sirius laughs. His laugh is rusty with lack of use. Remus smiles and drops his suitcase. It’s light. He didn’t bring much. He didn’t really know what to bring.

He’s landed on what looks to be a deserted stretch of beach. At first glance, it’s deserted for good reason.

"Next time, you’ll make my travel arrangements, then," Sirius says. His hands hang awkwardly at his sides. The hot, humid breeze ruffles his hair. Remus wishes that he had pulled him into his arms the moment he arrived. There was a time Sirius never looked awkward.

"I will. I’ll find a nicer place and one that’s easier to get to."

"I like the sound of that, Moony," says Sirius and Remus knows he means something more than the actual ins and outs of travel.

The sand on the beach is dark and it looks a bit muddy. There is moss the colour of overcooked peas on the plentiful rocks that pock-mark the beach and the waves lapping at the shore are thick with seaweed. The row of cottages, better described as shacks, at the top of the beach is well past its glory days. Remus is about to ask if Sirius is staying in one of them, and if he’s squatting, when a flock of parrots swoop into the nearby trees and begin an awful racket.

"Does what’s his name know you’re here?" Sirius asks, looking out to sea as if Remus’ answer is of no consequence to him. Remus breathes a sigh of relief. He can still see straight through Sirius.

"He does."

Sirius nods and starts off up the beach.

He does indeed push open the door of one of the ramshackle shacks. Torn curtains flap in the windows and the gaps between the boards that make up the walls are large enough for one of those parrots to fly through. It’s sparsely furnished, but Remus can see where Sirius has made some effort. Two comfortable looking chairs face a big window that opens to the sea. The bed is pushed next to another window that faces the hills behind the beach and is covered with a thick blanket the same colour as the sky.

"Apart from the chairs and the bed, it looks like the Shrieking Shack," Remus says.

"As I recall, we had some pleasant times there," says Sirius.

"We did at that," Remus agrees. "And some unpleasant ones."

"You must be hungry," Sirius says. His eyes shutter and Remus feels him step back away from him, even though Sirius doesn’t move.

Remus wants again to pull him into his arms and tell him how he’s missed him. "Yes, I could eat."

*

The café is right on the beach. It’s around the bend from Sirius’ shack and they had to walk through the surf to get there. Remus’ sodden trousers cling to his legs. He digs his toes into the sand and can’t help but smile at the way Sirius relishes every bite of his dinner. It is exquisite. The grilled grouper is nothing like the fish at home. It must have been moving minutes before it was on the plate. A strong, sweet drink of local rum and fruit goes perfectly with the spicy fish and goes right to his head.

The waves lap at the shore 20 feet away and the sun sets over the hills, casting a golden light over everything.

"It’s beautiful here," he says.

"It just takes some time to see it," Sirius says, tipping back his rum.

*

The warm breeze has cooled enough to be, if not pleasant, not sweltering. Remus sways a little when he walks on the soft sand, whether because of the amount of rum he consumed or because it's an excuse to bump into Sirius, he wouldn't say. Sirius swings his arms and their knuckles brush. Remus clears his throat, about to say something to get the warm conversation of dinner going again. Remus glances at him and Sirius looks doggedly ahead. Beads of sweat have appeared on Sirius' forehead. Remus isn't quite sure what to do with this tentative, uncertain version of Sirius who seems to appear at random.

They make their way back to the stretch of beach where Remus Apparated. He can almost imagine Sirius washing up here, hair a tangle of seaweed, skin coated with salt. A castaway.

Trust Sirius to wash up on a beach with a café that boasts the strongest local rum in the tropics.

"What's funny?" Sirius asks. Remus hadn't realised he'd laughed.

"This beach looks almost presentable in the dark," Remus says.

"This beach has hidden charms. We're kindred souls."

There was a time Sirius' charms were never hidden. Remus let's that one go.

"The company's improving it," says Remus.

"Remus," Sirius says, stopping. They're close enough to the sea that the next wave laps at Remus' feet. "Why are you here?"

For the white sand and aqua waters, because I couldn't miss this rum, because I always wanted to actually live in a shack—all run through his head.

"Because you're here," he says. Because that's the truth. He turns to face Sirius and he cups Sirius' jaw with his hand. He sighs aloud when Sirius doesn't pull away.

"What about David?" Sirius asks, and Remus has to give him credit for not infusing 'David' with the sarcasm he has every other time he's spoken of Remus' lover. Ex-lover.

"David knew what it meant when I left to come to you. He's always known it was you. He's a good man and he deserves better than that."

Sirius takes Remus' free hand. "So do you," he says. "You never could see that. Why can't you ever see what you deserve?"

"I need you to show me. I always have."

Even with that, Remus is still the one who moves to kiss Sirius. His lips are salty from the sea air and his skin is damp under Remus' fingers. For one dizzying moment, he's taken back to their first kiss and their first time, on a beach far away on a hot, sweaty summer day.

Sirius' fingers dig into Remus' shoulders, like he's a drowning man, and he probably is. Sirius presses against him. Melts is a better word. The heat of his body makes Remus' cock harden. Remus presses his lips to Sirius' throat. He smells and tastes of salt and sweat. Filthy. Sweet. Real.

But then, Remus tries not to compare.

Sirius' hands shake. They flutter down Remus' back and land, one on his waist, one at the top of his arse. Sirius arches his neck and Remus sucks on his tender flesh, tasting him and drawing every bit of salt and heat into his mouth, onto his tongue.

Remus rolls his hips, slowly, deliberately. His cock presses against Sirius'. They're both hard as stone.

"Fuck," Sirius moans. He rocks against Remus, hot and hard and needy. "I missed you."

"Me too," Remus says. He presses his hand against Sirius' chest and drags it down, over his stomach, heaving with hard, fast breaths. Remus has to go slow to keep Sirius' feet on the ground, to stop him from flying off in all directions. He always has. Remus' lets his hand ghost over Sirius' cock and Sirius' gasps his name.

"Never thought I'd—are you really here?" Sirius whispers.

Remus kisses Sirius' warm, open lips and wonders if there will ever be a time that Sirius doesn't break his heart.

*

Remus was all for taking Sirius right there on the muddy sand, taste of salt in the air. He would have taken his time, working Sirius into a frenzy so he could bring him back down, bring Sirius back to him. Sirius insisted, he had a bed and he didn't want to be interrupted. He'd waited too long, he said, not to do this right.

He pulls Remus up the beach by the hand and to his little shack. The nervous energy ripples from him. Remus can feel it in his fingers and it occurs to him for the first time that Sirius is afraid.

As soon at the rickety door swings shut behind him, Remus pulls Sirius into his arms. He kisses Sirius, slow and deep. He winds his fingers into the soft hair at the nape of Sirius' neck. It's damp with sweat and Remus' pulse races.

Sirius pushes back, breaks away. "Moony," he says. "Don't go away."

As if he would think of it. Sirius turns and starts to the loo.

"Where are you going?"

"I need a shower—I didn't expect…" Sirius says again.

It's one of the thousand little things that twists in Remus' belly since he's been back. Sirius never used to need to expect anything. They used to tumble into bed—or the floor or the table—after flying for hours or tromping through the woods, and later after battles, covered with dirt and sweat, because they couldn't wait.

Remus grabs his hand. "I want you as you are."

Sirius starts to argue and Remus knows what he's going to say. He's changed. He's not beautiful as he was. Remus knows how to do this. He was never beautiful to anyone but Sirius. Now they're even.

"I want you as you are," he says again.

Sirius closes his eyes and Remus kisses him again. He kisses along his jaw and down his neck. He licks the salt and sweat from his skin.

"You smell the same," he says.

"You're filthy," Sirius says. He laughs like a rusty gate.

Remus laughs, too. "You remembered," he says.

He walks Sirius back until they bump into the narrow cot. His lips never leave Sirius' skin.

The room is hot and close. A bead of sweat rolls down Remus' back. He slips his robe off and the warm breeze from the ocean-facing window does little to cool his skin. Sirius sits on the cot and looks up at Remus.

"You're going to have to help me, Moony," he says.

"I know." He brushes his hand across Sirius' forehead and over his hair. His hand comes away damp. "Take your clothes off."

Sirius laughs, nervously. He hesitates. Beads of sweat gather at his temples and one runs down his cheek.

"Now," Remus orders.

Sirius closes his eyes and his shoulders relax. "Pushy bastard," he murmurs.

Remus watches as Sirius drops his clothes. He's traded his battered old robe for a gauzy shirt and trousers that make him look like he's lived on this beach for years, rather than been in prison.

"Go on," Remus says, when Sirius hesitates again.

Remus drags his fingers through Sirius' hair. He leans to kiss him and pushes him back on the bed. Sirius' neck is warm and salty under his tongue. Remus tries not to compare. David always, always, tasted of soap.

Sirius squirms on the bed and Remus pins him at the shoulders. The more he moves, the hotter and sweatier he gets. Remus swipes his tongue over his collar bone and Sirius gasps, so he does it again. Sirius laughs when Remus follows his fingers with his tongue along his ribs. Sirius is thin and he wears the hard years on his skin. He doesn't shy away and Remus presses a grateful kiss above Sirius' heart. Remus can't say the years have been much easier on him, and there's no need to talk about it.

"Turn over," Remus says. The roughness of his own voice surprises him. Sirius smiles, his cheeks flushed and his eyes dark with need.

"Some things never change," says Sirius. He turns to lie on his stomach.

Remus doesn't trust his voice anymore. He uses his hands again, smoothing down Sirius’ back and over his arse. He kisses the end of Sirius' spine.

"Moony," Sirius sighs, spreading his legs wider, inhibitions and worries gone. The heat and the abandon, the taste of sweat and the smell of desire, make Remus thrum with need. What he never got David to understand, Sirius already knows.

He parts Sirius' arse cheeks and kisses down the middle. Sirius groans and tilts his hips. He used to be able to make Sirius come just from this. He licks over Sirius' hole and Sirius' thighs tremble. Remus wonders if he could still make him come from this. He licks again. Sirius tastes of sea and sweat everywhere and Remus' cock throbs.

"Fuck, Sirius," Remus moans, pushing himself up. "Turn over again."

"You want me flopping about like a fish?" Sirius’ hands clench in the sheets, telling Remus he’s not ready for Remus to stop.

"I want you," Remus says. "We have time for more of that later."

"Not arguing, then." Sirius turns. His cock is hard and the tip is wet. Remus bends to lick it. "Really not arguing," Sirius moans.

Remus straddles Sirius' hips and plants one hand on his stomach. His hand slips in a combination of sweat and precome. "Fuck, Padfoot," he says. He sucks his salty, bitter-tasting fingers in to his mouth.

Sirius grips his thighs and bites his lip. "Go on then," he says—asking aloud for what he wants for the first time—and Remus nearly crows. Until now, until today, Sirius never indicated in any way that he wanted Remus back.

"Yeah," Remus gasps as he moves his hand, fingers slippery, behind him. "Mm," he hums and he pushes one finger inside. He rocks his hips a little, getting used to the feeling. Sirius rubs his hands along Remus' thighs, urging him to move more, rock harder. He slides another finger alongside the first. He bites the inside of his cheek to slow the rush of blood through his veins.

"Want to be inside you," Sirius says. He thrusts up and his cock rubs along Remus’. "Fuck, it's been so long."

Remus lifts up and moves up Sirius’ body. He grasps Sirius' cock and takes a moment to enjoy how it feels in his hand. It's been so long, but it feels so familiar. Remus is dizzy with the rightness of Sirius, flushed and sweaty, beneath him. He presses the head of Sirius' cock to his entrance and sinks down just enough to anchor Sirius there. He splays both hands on Sirius' chest.

"Yes," he hisses when Sirius thrusts up and pushes inside. The head of Sirius' cock is inside him and he sinks down as slowly as he can. He tries to steady himself on Sirius' slick skin and his hand slip again. He could fall forward, onto Sirius’ sweaty chest, lie down and feel every bit of Sirius' overheated skin.

"Fuck me," Sirius growls. His fingers dig into Remus' hips, pulling him down.

Remus resists, taking it slow. The heat of the room is intense now and a drop of sweat runs down his face and splashes onto Sirius' chest. Remus can't help it. His body jerks and he slides all the way down onto Sirius. Sirius bucks up, hitting Remus just right and they both groan. Remus can feel Sirius trying to push it faster, afraid he's going to come too soon. Remus pulls up slowly, pinning Sirius with hands and his weight. He's waited too long to have this be over in three thrusts.

"Moony," Sirius begs, writhing on the bed. "Moony, I'm going to come."

Sirius is drenched in sweat now and he's never looked so beautiful. Remus is about to tell him so when Sirius jerks inside him and Remus tightens around him. Sirius tenses every muscle, closes his eyes, and his face melts into an expression of bliss. Remus doesn’t like to compare, but in that moment, he’s never wanted anyone more. Remus sits back, pushing Sirius deeper and rocking as Sirius comes inside him. A pink flush spreads up Sirius' pale chest and he gasps for breath as if he’s been struck by an unexpected wave.

"Open your eyes," Remus says. He rolls his hips, keeping Sirius inside him. Sirius makes a strangled noise and Remus clenches around his sensitive cock. "Watch me." Sirius lifts his head and watches Remus stroke his cock. He moves his hand slowly and deliberately over his aching prick and rocks on Sirius' softening cock, keeping the same slow, excruciating rhythm. Sirius' chest heaves and the smells of sex and sweat and the sea wash over Remus. Sirius trails his hands up Remus' stomach and chest, pinching his nipples. He murmurs soft encouragement that Remus can barely hear over the warm sea breezes and the crash of the waves. The slow slide of his hand, the soft pressure of Sirius' cock, the caresses of Sirius’ voice, and the sharp twinge in his nipples build and send him over. He forces his own eyes to stay open so he can watch his come cover Sirius' stomach in pale strands and see Sirius watching him as his orgasm crashes through him in waves.

He finally lets himself collapse on top of Sirius. They’re both drenched and sticky and it’s almost too much. Sirius angles his head to kiss Remus, slowly and thoroughly, and Remus feels more taken, more possessed, by that kiss than he has by anything any lover has done in the previous decade. Remus laughs quietly, relieved and grateful, when they end the kiss.

"It’s too hot, Moony," Sirius whinges. "Off." He pushes half-heartedly at Remus’ shoulder.

Remus makes himself heavier and tightens his hold on Sirius. "All right, but I’m not going far," he says. Remus slides off of Sirius and lies sideways on the narrow cot.

"Go as far as the shower with me," Sirius says, wrapping an arm around Remus. "We can do an experiment. We’ll see how we like it wet and covered in soap. We’ll get some rest, and then I promise, we can work up a sweat again and compare."

"I do like your plans," Remus says. He kisses Sirius' hair and thinks that comparing may not be all bad, after all.

Hello and Big Bang Blackout fic

mindabbles — Sun, 14 Sep 2014 04:08:30 GMT

Happy Weekend Flist. So, I seem to post about every six months. Or less? I am going to try to change that. There. I said it. Now I will have to do it.

Some of you know that the Big Bang Blackout archive has been down. I opened up a collection at AO3 and have managed to repost my own BBB story there. I am going to put a call out to all of the authors and artists and see if we can get as many as possible up there, preserved for all to enjoy.

Anyway, here is mine: Grow In the Openings.

It was fun to reread it and correct the couple of typos that had driven me nuts before. I was tempted to edit it some more, smooth out some edges, maybe spice up a couple of sex scenes again. I decided in the end to leave it alone as it was. It seemed inauthentic, or something, to change it.

Do any of you edit or rewrite when you repost things?

Happy Birthday!

mindabbles — Mon, 11 Aug 2014 04:09:34 GMT

Happy Birthday to alisanne!!! Hope your day was as lovely as you are!

more hp_beholder recs

mindabbles — Mon, 19 May 2014 04:45:54 GMT

Why do anything unless it's last minute, right?

Again do get over to beholder. I plan to keep reading there until I have read them all, because I have not come across one story or piece of art that's not worth a go yet.

Here are a couple more that I really enjoyed:

The Ten Month Career of Professor R. J. Lupin", Lupin/McGonagall, Snape/McGonagall
What stands out here most is the characterizations. Just the right balance of sad and sweet, as well.

Roses In December, Neville/Minerva
Okay, I am not usually a giant fan of crossing so many gens, but this was just lovely and the author managed to make it make sense and make it work.

Oh, and if anyone is still awake, and would like to try and guess what I wrote, I'll write you a ficlet if you get it. :)

Hp_Beholder

mindabbles — Sun, 18 May 2014 21:38:21 GMT

Everyone here probably knows that hp_beholder is wrapping up with reveals tomorrow. As usual, it has been fantastic with interesting, high quality stories that pull you into pairings you wouldn't normally love. Head on over and check out the master list (http://asylums.insanejournal.com/hp_beholder/) if you haven't, or revisit and get some reading in before tomorrow! While you're there, take a look at my fantastic gift! It's Peter/Severus and it's amazing. The author makes the friendship and then more completely believable and it so makes sense. It is beautifully written. I promise you won't regret giving it a chance:

we lay together on a cold hard floor

mindabbles — Sun, 18 May 2014 14:57:21 GMT

Happy happy happy happy birthday to gryffindorj! Hope it's as fabulous as you!

Fic: Three Times Remus Kicked Sirius Out of Bed, for woldy at small gifts

mindabbles — Sun, 19 Jan 2014 20:16:32 GMT

rs_small_gifts was pretty great this year. We had lots of returning authors and artists and lots of new ones. Many wonderful gems over there, and mostly small commitments because they are short. I ended up writing three--here's one of them.

Title: Three Times Remus Kicked Sirius Out of Bed
Author/Artist: mindabbles
Recipient: woldy
Rating: PG-13
Contents or warnings (highlight to view): *none, unless fluff is a warning*
Word count: 2,000
Summary: The first time, he couldn't believe his luck. The second time, everything was very sticky. The third time, well, would you share the bed with something that eats socks?
Notes: woldy, thank you so very much for doing a pinch hit. I did a mismash of your prompts and I hope you enjoy this bit of silliness. Someone else really should expand on the Custard Explosion of 1979 and encounters with the Eater of Socks--those prompts have greater potential than I was able to do justice! :) I apologize for any mistakes and stupidity. That's all me.

The first time, but not the last.

“If you don’t shut up, I won’t do it,” Sirius says. His hand is on Remus’ stomach and Remus knows Sirius can feel his heart pounding.

Remus laughs and falls back on the bed. Sirius leans over him and grins.

“They can’t hear us,” Remus whispers, trying to be quiet for the sake of keeping Sirius here and continuing what he’s started. “They were too pissed. They won't wake before noon.”

His hands wander, smoothing down Sirius' strong back. He wants to touch him everywhere and wonders sometimes how he got so lucky. He’s thought that many times since he was eleven, but never more than since Sirius grabbed him and kissed him on the landing outside their dormitory as they were leaving for winter holidays. He'd thought he’d have to leave school to find someone, and he never thought the person he’d wanted since he knew to fancy anyone would fancy him back. He’ll not voice this feeling of undeserved luck to Sirius, who will only scold him and tell him he doesn’t know what he’s worth.

“Thanks to Lily and her distilling skills,” Sirius says. “That gives us two hours and I haven’t been able to think about anything else for two weeks.” Sirius moves to lie on top of him and kisses him on the lips. “So, be quiet.”

Remus bites his lips and lets himself sink into this new feeling, the delicious pressure of Sirius’ warm body on his, the way his bones melt as his tongue touches Sirius’.

They’ve not done more than kiss yet and he’s both anxious to get on with it and terrified about how it might change things between the four of them. On second thought, it’s probably too late for that worry, Remus thinks as Sirius slips his hand under the waistband of Remus’ pyjamas.

Sirius freezes. Curtains rustle and feet land on the floor. There’s a cough that’s distinctly Peter. Footsteps sound in the room as Peter walks to the loo. The door closes and Remus realises he’s been holding his breath.

“Bugger,” he says. “You’d better go.”

Sirius leans into him again and presses his lips to Remus’ jaw. “No. Don’t want to. Just got here.”

“The moment’s passed, Padfoot,” Remus whispers. His lips are pressed against Sirius’ ear and he feels Sirius shiver.

“No, no it hasn’t. It’s delayed.” Sirius frowns and Remus can almost see a plan hatching. “I’ll think of something.”

Remus kisses him and stops himself yet again from saying he can’t believe this is happening to him. “Go before he comes back.”

If anyone had told him a year ago—hell, a day ago—that he’d be kicking Sirius out of his bed, he might have hexed them. It’s a good start to the New Year, Remus thinks, watching Sirius slither out from between his bed hangings.

It might be known as The Custard Explosion of 1979, but it had as much to do with brandy.

“Moony,” Sirius says. “Happy Christmas.”

“I’m asleep,” Remus says. “And it’s not Christmas. It’s Boxing Day.”

He pulls the duvet up to his ear and turns over. Sirius has a goal and that goal is to cheer Remus up and be in bed doing more interesting things than listening to him snore within the next ten minutes.

He holds out the Christmas pudding and touches it with his wand. It warms and the scents of fruit and spices fill the room. Remus stirs. Sirius wafts the scent toward Remus with one hand, carefully balancing the dish with the other. Remus stirs again.

“Wassat?” Remus mumbles.

“Look,” Sirius says, sitting on the bed next to Remus. He’s one step closer to his goal.

Remus turns over and props himself up on his elbows. “Is that proper Christmas pudding?”

“I owled your mother.”

“It has to rot for at least three months to be proper,” Remus says, scowling.

Nothing went quite right yesterday with anything they had planned, thanks in part to an emergency call from Moody. To top it off, they’d tramped through the snow for nothing—turning out, as it had, to be a bad tip from Mundungus. They'd missed dinner at Lily's and James’ all together.

“You’re mum gave me her charm,” Sirius says. “She doesn’t make it three months ahead. That's what she tells your dad and you.”

Remus’ mother had been more than happy to help. She already felt rotten about being away for Christmas and could sympathize with Sirius more than most about how Remus could be, leading up to the full moon, particularly if he didn’t get the pudding he wanted. She’d left Sirius with one cautionary tale about the Christmas when Remus was twelve. She’d overdone the brandy and, well, she said she’d been scraping custard and pudding out of corners for months.

Remus sits and he pulls back a corner of the covers. Sirius slips onto the bed beside him.

“And first,” Sirius says. He pours custard into the bottom of the pudding bowl, making a lovely golden moat around the pudding. He won’t tell Remus he made it with a packet.

“You’ve to light it,” Remus says. His expression has softened and it looks as if the morning, and Christmas itself, might be salvageable.

“You like fire a bit too much for good,” Sirius says, but he pours a healthy measure of brandy into the top of the pudding.

Remus smiles and Sirius holds back a crow of victory as he flourishes his wand to light the brandy. He couldn't say later what exactly happened next. There was a flash and a shout, he remembers that, and then he sat stunned as dollops of custard and bits of massacred pudding rained down on his head.

“A bit overzealous there, Padfoot,” says Remus, wiping custard out of his left eye. "Thanks for that."

"Moony—" Sirius begins, racking his brain for the words that will save the day.

"I'm going to go and sleep on the sofa," Remus says. "On second thought, you can go and sleep on the sofa. I think there might be custard out there as well. Wake me when there's non-exploding pudding."

The Eater of Socks, or Sirius' New Friend

Remus takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the next task. Each nook and every cranny of this house is worse than the next. The kitchen is the most welcoming room, and where they started when they first began to rehabilitate the place for Order headquarters.

There's a door behind the pantry, one that Remus has avoided every time he's down here. It's slightly ajar. He draws his wand and eases the door open with his foot.

Behind the door is a small room. There's a huge washing basin on legs, a wringer, and a cupboard with racks hung with clothes hangers. It looks like a perfectly normal laundry. Remus smiles at the memory of his mother setting the charms to make the basin churn, muttering about muddy little boys.

"Sirius," he shouts. "You've a regular washing room back here. Did you know?"

He hears Sirius coming down the stairs from where he was working on a cupboard that had an infestation of doxies. Remus touches the drying cupboard tentatively. It seems quiet, but you never know. Here he'd always thought House Elves had magic to do things like laundry.

Remus nearly jumps out of his skin, shouting, as he feels something tug at his sock. He leaps back and looks down in time to see a small creature scuttle behind the washing basin.

"What's up?" Sirius asks, stepping into the tiny room.

"Easy," Remus says. "There's something behind there." Remus gestures with his wand.

"What? It's only—Moony, you've frightened him," Sirius says. He leans over, reaching down behind the basin.

Remus comes close behind him and peers round the back of the tub. He can see something down there. It's smallish and greyish and is making a little snuffling sound. He steps closer to see and what looks like a trunk reaches toward his ankle.

"What is it?" asks Remus, a bit nonplussed as he rather considers this to be in his area of expertise.

"It's not a dark creature, so stop wrinkling your nose like that," Sirius says. He pats the thing and steps back. "Mind your socks are on. I met him last week, while you were off gallivanting."

"I don't even know where to start."

"What do you mean?"

"You met him?" Remus says. "And I wasn't gallivanting."

"Pft, stop splitting hairs," Sirius says. He kicks off his slipper and pulls off one of his socks, tossing it into the drying cupboard. Remus notices for the first time that Sirius was wearing one plain black sock and one argyle. Now he's wearing one argyle, full stop. "Point is, I thought Kreacher had made him up when he lost my favourite socks."

"I hear words I recognize, but I have no idea what you're saying."

"I don't know his name, if that's what you're after," says Sirius.

"How would that be what I'm after?"

"At any rate, he lives in here and once you get past the odd sock thing, he's rather pleasant. Give him a scratch under the trunk and he'll snuffle."

Remus sighs. "I think I have something I need to do in the library." He won't admit it to Sirius, but he's a little disturbed by rodents and ones with trunks that take your socks are something he'll see in his sleep.

*

Sirius is buried under a thick blanket, his long hear spread on the pillow. He looks sleepy and warm and comfortable.

"You're a sight for sore eyes," Remus says. He'd tackled more than he intended in the library and he's cold, tired, and ready to feel Sirius' warm hands on his skin. "Something's off with the warming charms downstairs. It's freezing. You look nice and toasty."

Sirius smiles and there's something a little shifty in it, but Remus puts it off to desire. Remus sheds everything except his socks—his feet are blocks of ice—and slides under the blanket, wrapping his arm around Sirius' waist.

"Thought you'd got lost down there," murmurs Sirius.

"Mmm," sighs Remus, leaning to kiss Sirius' neck. Sirius' sighs back as Remus finds that sweet, sensitive spot on his throat. Sirius turns to him and presses their bodies together. Remus begins to tumble Sirius onto his back when something tugs at his sock.

"What the bloody hell?" Remus shouts, pulling his knees up to his chest.

"He's cold," Sirius says.

"What?"

"It's cold downstairs. You just said," Sirius whinges. He reaches under the blankets to the foot of the bed and pulls out the little grey creature. It looks like a cross between a bedroom slipper and a pygmy Erumpent. "Have a heart, Moony."

"How do you know it's a he?" Remus asks, realising that that's probably not the first question he should ask.

"I can just tell by the way he looks at me," Sirius says, stroking the thing's trunk.

"I'm back to not knowing where to start," Remus says. Sirius snuggles the beast. It's too much like a rodent. Remus cannot sleep with it in the room and he may never get a hard on again with the image of Sirius looking fondly at it in his head.

"He only eats socks. Not people," Sirius says.

"If you want to sleep with that, you're sleeping somewhere else," Remus says. That's not really what he wants to say. He's been looking forward to getting in bed with Sirius all day.

"If you say so," Sirius says. "But you're being ridiculous." Sirius is standing by the bed now, half naked and cradling the little creature in his arms. It winds it's trunk around his elbow.

"I'm being ridiculous?"

"As you're obviously overwrought, I am going to forgive you pre-emptively," Sirius says. He slips his feet into Remus' slippers. He's no longer wearing either sock. "I'll find the little fellow a warm place to sleep—elsewhere."

Remus immediately regrets his words. He doesn't want Sirius to go—just the thing. "You'll come back?"

Sirius smiles at Remus just as fondly as he smiled at the little sock-eater a moment ago. “Don’t be silly, Moony. Haven't you learned yet? I’ll always come back to you.”

The End

festsfestsfestsfestsfestsfestsfests

mindabbles — Thu, 19 Dec 2013 05:01:54 GMT

Hi there flist!!

You all know that rs_small_gifts is posting, right? Head on over there and check out that goodies. There are some lovely things there.

AND....I'm participating in Daily Deviant's Kinky Kristmas and I got TWO GIFTS!!! TWO! Check them out as well, and leave my lovely gifters some love.

Title: Lonely Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Charlie/Teddy
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Dirty Talk (in letter format), cross-gen
Other Warnings/Content: Teacher!kink, a bit of bondage
Word Count: ~5700
Summary/Description: Teddy's got a crush he'll never act on, so his best friend suggests he place a personal ad in the Prophet.
This story is the lead-up to their first date. They each have a crush they'd never act on, and they each decide to find someone by placing a personal add. Guess what happens? :D I love the UST and I love Harry in this.

Title: Double Date
Characters/Pairings: James/Lily, Sirius/Remus, James/Lily/Sirius/Remus
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: moresome, voyeurism
Other Warnings/Content: established relationships
Word Count: 5,000
Summary/Description: What Lily wants; Lily gets...
I started by adoring the summary. Yes. I love the two established couples dynamic and the way the author talks about it. I love that Lily wants this and James can't help himself. I also love how Remus and Sirius go for it.

There are lots of other fabulous, kinky things over there as well. Check them out. Don't forget to leave the creators a comment!

Happy Birthday, Maggie

mindabbles — Fri, 22 Nov 2013 17:11:27 GMT

Happy, happy birthday to the brilliant, fabulous, and kind magnetic_pole! Maggie, hope your day was lovely.

oh hi there

mindabbles — Sat, 12 Oct 2013 16:01:51 GMT

Happy Saturday, friends.

How did it get to be nearly the middle of October? We posted the sign-ups for rs_small_gifts just now. That means it's officially fall. Speaking of which, flist, go on over and sign up for year 8 (year 8!!!!).

I'm only doing small gifts and Kinky Kristmas this year. Even I should be able to keep up with that, right?

OMG, when will things slow down? Do you know? Kid started middle school and life had changed. He went to a wacky hippy school before and the transition to middle school is...challenging. He's doing well, but not without a little carnage. Meanwhile, work has been stressful and busy and driving me a bit nuts. I love my actual work and I am lucky to have a good job, doing something I love (and have a paycheck for now--we do have federal contracts, but enough reserve to keep going for a while), so I'll shut up about that now.

How are you??

oh hi there

mindabbles — Thu, 11 Jul 2013 20:35:14 GMT

You know that thing where you don't post for, like maybe years, and then nothing seems quite important enough -- I mean, that's what we get???? Well, how about this, overheard in the women's room at the airport just now:

PA system: this is a gate change for flight 2257 to LaGuardia...

Next stall over: where's LaGuardia?
Two stalls over: an island in the Carribean
Next stall over: dude, we should totally go there

Posted via m.livejournal.com.

waves from the cave

mindabbles — Fri, 10 Aug 2012 05:52:16 GMT

Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes, PMs, v-gifts, emails, etc!! You made my day. You're the best!! ♥

THANK YOU to the lovely and fabulous magnetic_pole who remixed a fluffy little ficlet of mine for the femslash_remix and turned it into this beautifully written, delightful story: Sentimental Journey. Please go read it and let Maggie know what you thought. While you're there, check out some of the other wonderful entries.

A couple of weeks ago, I got to spend some time with midnitemaraud_r and bethbethbeth!! Yay! It was fabulous and fun. Thanks you two for a wonderful evening and L for all the rides and being generally wonderful. It was so great to see you. Also, I will soon get to meet red_squared in person!! Yay again.

My computer freaked out the other night. It kept turning itself off and then it seemed fine, except the "c" didn't work for three hours. It is hard to write m/m smut without the letter "c."

Have you ever completely forgotten that you signed up for a fest only to be reminded when the first plea for pinch hitters is posted? Yeah, me neither. Lalala.

Both teddy_fest and reversathon are posting. I'm behind in reading already because I had no internet (not even on my phone, as it had been squished by a car) last week, but I'll catch up. Come on over and check out some entries as well. I have fics in both.

gryffindorj thank you and hugs. 'Cause.

How are you all?

FIC: Close as He Can Get, H/D, NC-17

mindabbles — Mon, 30 Apr 2012 00:20:21 GMT

Here I am getting started on reposting things here (and adding them to the masterlist). I am going to get organized and catch up. Just you watch.

This was originally posted here at Daily Deviant as my February entry.

Title: Close As He Can Get
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: ceraunophilia
Other Warnings: Sex in a precarious position.
Word Count: 2,250
Summary/Description: Harry's been gone for far too long.
Author's Notes: This is a PWP. Nothing else to see here.

Draco taps his bedroom window with his wand. It slides open and wind ruffles his hair. The smell of the coming storm fills the room and the air that hits his face is heavy with impending rain.

He closes his eyes and lets the ozone wash over him. The ledge is slippery under his feet. He should get his broom or at the very least, use a charm to dry the wall and stabilize his climb, but that would be a bit beside the point.

He works his fingers in between the rough stones on the wall. They are wet and cold and he feels a bite of pain as he curls his fingertips into the crevices. His toes find footholds in the trellis.

Draco pulls himself up and onto the steep slope of the roof. He stands, arms outstretched for balance, and laughs. He hasn't been up here since he was a teenager and he climbed blindly, spurned on by his desire to escape powerful men. This is the closest he can get to the storm without flying.

The sky lights up and Draco counts, holding his breath. The electricity in the air makes the hair on his arms stand on end. Thunder rumbles and he feels it deep it his chest. Five seconds between. The storm is still a little way away.

He inhales the smell of the rain as it hangs in the air, and he waits for the first drops to pattern the tile beneath his feet with dark spots.

Harry has been gone far too long. Every time Harry leaves, Draco tells himself that he'll never forget the way Harry's cheek feels against his back as he presses into him, that the smell of Harry on his skin will not fade, nor will the lingering simmer of Harry's magic that makes the hair on Draco's arms stand on end. But three months out, and all he knows is that the power of the storm is the closest he can get to how it is to be with Harry.

Lightning hits a tree to the north. The resulting crack makes him wonder if it split down the middle. His body thrums with the energy that surges through the air as he waits for the rumble of the thunder. Four seconds. He bites down on his bottom lip to calm himself and the pain cools the heat of the surging storm.

Lightening snakes through the sky. He smoothes his hands down the front of his robes and moans along with the next thunder roll as he brushes over his half-hard cock. Three seconds.

He hears the soft thud of a near-perfect landing behind him. Only a very few people can land like that wind this strong. So, Harry did find him up here and Harry's home. Harry's broom clatters to the tiles just as there's another spectacular show in the sky.

The wind picks up and thunder rumbles and his cock aches. Two seconds. He feels every molecule of air between him and Harry crackle as Harry strides across the roof. He doesn't turn to watch Harry's stride. He doesn't have to. He can feel it. A smile spreads across his face.

Harry's robes brush against Draco's. The wind lashes against Draco's face.

"Not even a 'hello'?"

Harry's voice goes through him at the same frequency as the energy in the air.

"You said you'd be back yesterday," Draco says. "The weather was clear."

Harry presses against Draco's back. Harry's body is against him from chest to knees. At this precarious angle, one tiny push or overbalance and they could both topple down the slanted roof. Draco flexes his toes, digging them into his boots and pressing against the tile beneath his feet.

"Still no 'hello'."

Another flash of lightning brightens the night sky. For just a moment, Draco can see the black clouds roiling about them. The storm is on top of them. Not even one second. Draco tips his head to the sky and a few scattered drops hit his cheeks and eyelashes.

Harry presses his hand against Draco's stomach. His breath is on Draco‘s neck. Draco leans back to him and he can feel the power of the storm on his front and Harry's power simmering at his back. Harry's lips brush his ear.

"You're late."

"You're mad," Harry whispers, but he doesn't make a move to pull Draco inside and out of the storm.

Harry's hand moves in a circle on Draco's stomach. So gentle. He can be so gentle with Draco when he first touches him—strong, rough hands with tender fingers and the voice that can command a room coming in quiet whispers.

"I was tired of waiting for you," Draco says.

Harry kisses the tender skin where Draco's jaw meets his ear.

"Come inside," Harry says. Draco can hear longing and relief in Harry's voice. It almost makes him leave the storm. "I've missed you."

Draco looks hopefully at the horizon. The last bolt of lightning streaked through the night like a razor. He doesn't want to miss the next. His breath is ragged and he can feel his face flaming. "I'm staying out here."

"You look beautiful in this light," Harry says. "Please come to bed with me. I'm tired and I missed you."

"You have been gone a long time," Draco insists. He scowls at Harry over his shoulder and presses back against him. He raises his voice over a deafening thunder clap. "You owe me."

"This is insane," Harry says. Harry must be exhausted and the rain is starting to soak through their cloaks, but he seems utterly helpless against Draco's need to stay out in the storm. "We're the highest thing around. We'll get struck by lightening," Harry says and Draco lets slip a low moan and reaches back to grab Harry's hip, hauling him closer. Harry's hands slide up his torso and Draco feels his erection against the back of his thigh. "You like this...you like the idea...struck...why didn't I know this before?" Harry murmurs.

He moves his body against Draco's. The wind whips and thunder rolls, closer still. Draco turns in Harry's arms and holds on, before he falls off the roof, suddenly dizzy. He yanks at the belt of Harry's robe.

"Fuck, Draco," Harry gasps. His open robe flaps around his body in the wind. Draco's skin tingles. "I mean, as tempting as seeing you liked this...fuck, if we slip, we'll break our necks."

"So hold on." Draco kisses Harry's neck. He finds Harry's pulse with his tongue and bites gently.

Harry's hand curls around Draco's head, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. "The storm's right over us."

"Harry," Draco moans, grinding his hard cock against Harry's body.

Harry's laughter rumbles against his chest, the same timbre as the thunder. He bites Draco's earlobe. "If we don't die, this is going to be fun."

Draco pulls off his robe and his shirt and trousers follow, perfectly pressed wool and linen sliding onto the wet roof. Harry smiles and sheds his clothing as well. Draco shivers at the contrast of the cold rain and Harry's hot skin.

"How are you so warm," he murmurs, wrapping himself around Harry.

"As you've pointed out, I've been gone a long time," Harry says. He takes Draco's face in his hands and looks at him for a moment. Lightning flashes. With the sound of the thunder as the background, Harry kisses him deeply, suddenly tender. Two seconds. The storm is moving off.

Draco rolls his hips and his cock slides along Harry's.

"Draco," Harry says. He tips his head to look at the sky and Draco sinks his teeth into Harry's neck. He tastes like the rain.

Draco rocks again, curving his hands around Harry's arse to get just the right angle. Harry wraps his hands around both of their cocks and squeezes.

"Keep moving," Draco groans, and he feels the roof sway beneath him and a thrill of fear that they really will fall from the slick tile.

A deafening crack rents the air and Harry starts. His hand stutters over Draco's cock and the uneven friction nearly undoes Draco.

"Fuck, fuck," Harry says, his mouth open with his ragged breaths. "We're going to fall."

"No we won't," Draco says. He drops to the roof and winces as his knees connect with the cold, hard tile. He splays his hands out to balance and rivulets of rain run between his fingers. "Fuck me," he moans.

"I—fuck, Draco," Harry groans. His hands skate over Draco's arse, warm in contrast to the cold rain. Draco shivers.

"Come on," Draco urges.

The storm is still close, but it's not right over them anymore. He can still feel it, but more, he can feel Harry as he leans in and touches him. He can feel Harry's desire thrumming through him. He can feel Harry's eyes roaming over him, and without turning around he can see the burning, heavy-lidded look in his eyes.

Draco moans long and low, the sound lost in the wind, as Harry presses one finger into Draco. He feels cool and slick, even over the rain. He gets the little jolt of pleasure he always does that Harry can do this without a wand and without a word.

"Don't wait," Draco says. He falls to his elbows and does his best to grip crevices in the tile with the tips of his fingers. Draco closes his eyes and feels the storm moving off. Harry's cock pushes inside, just a little. Draco exhales as his body stretches to accommodate him. He bites his lips, waiting for the delicious, full feeling, and then Harry pulls all the way out.

Draco gasps. Harry's cock is at his entrance again and the head pushes past the tight ring of muscle. Draco pushes back and moans. Harry pulls out again.

"You should see yourself," Harry says. His voice rumbles, rough as the thunder. He enters Draco again.

"Harry," Draco groans. He's trembling as Harry slides out once again. "Harry, Harry."

"So," Harry moans, pushing in a little deeper this time. "Fucking," Harry says, holding still. Draco is panting, hair on the back of his neck standing on end just like when the lightning was so close. "Gorgeous," Harry gasps and the friction is nearly unbearable as Harry pulls all the way out again.

Draco feels open and filthy and exposed. Harry's watching him take him in again and again. Draco can feel Harry's eyes on him.

"Fuck me," Draco commands, "now, now."

Harry pushes in. He's still too gentle, it's still too slow, but Draco can breathe again because Harry is inside him. He can feel him deep in his body; his warmth across his back; his hands holding his hips.

Lightning backlights the trees in the distance. It's eerie and beautiful.

"You're beautiful," Harry murmurs. He's fucking Draco harder now, faster. He pushes in four times, the count of four, before the thunder reverberates through Draco's body.

"Harder," Draco says. He braces himself, pushing against the roof and meets Harry, thrust for thrust. "Harry," he moans. The blood leaves his head and the roof sways again. Harry reaches around to stroke him and the change in angle means Harry's cock rubs over Draco's prostrate with every thrust.

"Come, come on," Harry says. He's gritting his teeth and Draco can hear that it's all he can do to keep going, to stop himself from pushing in hard one last time and coming deep inside Draco.

Lightning flashes, but Draco can't tell if it's in the sky or in his head as Harry squeezes over the head of his cock and pushes inside him hard. There's only Harry, Harry's hand, Harry's cock, Harry's magic thrumming through him as he comes so hard his heart skips. He's vaguely aware that Harry's hips are stuttering and losing rhythm and Harry moans his name. Harry's arms tighten around his stomach and they both stop for just a moment.

Harry collapses on top of him and Draco gasps for breath. There's a flash of lightning in the distance. Draco's heart rate slows. Thunder rumbles as Harry kisses the back of his neck. Six seconds.

"I'm bloody freezing," Harry says. His breath is hot in Draco's ear. "Can we go inside now, or would you like to court death and illness a bit longer?"

"You don't actually contract any illnesses from being cold, you know. That's a myth."

"But you can die from being struck by lightning and falling off a roof."

Draco arches his back, pressing his arse against Harry's softening cock. "I wouldn't want you to lack for adrenalin rushes now that you don't face death everyday. Can't have you bored and needing to go looking for excitement."

"As I see it," Harry says. He shifts and nudges Draco until Draco turns onto his back underneath him. "Now you owe me. Here's what's going to happen. I'm going to Apparate us inside. We're going to run a bath and make a pot of tea. We're going to soak until we go all pruney and then we're going to bed, where you're going to tell me what else I should know about what turns you on while I kiss every inch of your body."

"All right," Draco says. He wraps one leg around Harry's thigh. "It lacks a certain amount of flair, but it sounds like a passable way to spend an evening."

"Arse," Harry says, laughing. He wraps his arms around Draco, holding him tightly. Thunder rumbles softly in the distance. Draco feels the pull and squeeze of Apparition and lets himself be taken.

Life, some recs, and a duck

mindabbles — Fri, 27 Apr 2012 04:53:33 GMT

Hi!

Not dead or even close, really. But it has been a helluva year and a half or maybe three. I know I haven't been gone that long, but it feels like it. I'm kind of emerging from a fog, at least I hope I'm emerging. Some things I have learned recently:

1) You all are awesome and gryffindorj has an extra side of wonderful. Thank you to her and all of you who participated in for_min. ♥ x 1,000.
2) I've missed being around here more regularly or at all. I've missed writing more and commenting and rec'ing and I hope to be back and stop having to apologize to mods as of…right now.
3) Cancer sucks and so does losing a parent and my family is actually crazier than I thought.
4) I could grow old and wither away waiting for the kid to get out of the car. Seriously. I have tried to wait him out, just see how long it would take if I don't prompt him, hurry him along, pull him out of the car. I have never, not once, been able to wait him out. I always lose it and say, "would you please get out of the car?!" I asked him the other day to guess how many days of my life I had spent waiting for him to get out of the car thus far and he said, "About four weeks. Hey, have you ever noticed how people who have cats tend to get more cats?"
5) I have not updated my masterlist or reposted fest fics here for about a year and a half. I shall get right on that…now.
6) Here's a song about a duck that really wants some grapes: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MtN1YnoL46Q

And some recs:

Title: Denude
Author: faithwood
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~4,200
Status: COMPLETE
Summary: This is a HBP AU. It's set a few days after the Sectumsempra scene and takes the story in another direction, asking the question: "What if the Sectumsempra scene had a greater impact on Harry and Draco?"
Warnings: angst, but hey, this is still me. So. Sex, where Harry and Draco are sixteen. In medias res beginning. Non-linear storytelling. Present and past tense. Not quite my usual style.

I stole this rec from snegurochka_lee. I pretty much always love her recs, so. The writing in this is beautiful. It is angsty and so very hot. It is a completely different take on school age H/D and I loved it.

From the Remix HP index:

Firewhiskey and Baked Bean Soup (The Reunion Mix)
Summary: Remus came over one wintery day, found Sirius hiding from the world and failing to make soup from curry and jam and some milk that hadn't quite gone off yet.
For Penknife.
Inspired by How to Survive in the Wilderness (Without Soup) by Penknife.

This is another one where the writing was absolutely beautiful. There were passages I read a few times to get the way the author put the words together. Sirius and Remus characterizations are wonderful. It is achy and melancholy and romantic and sweet. While you're at it, go and read the fabulous original.

Post Cards from the Edge (The Return to Sender Remix)
Summary: Remus was only looking to save a little time with his homework. But what he wound up with was being the unwilling recipient of some very earnest love letters. His situation would be so much better if he could ignore Sirius and the letters, but he can't seem to manage that.
For via_ostiense.
Inspired by Oi, M by via_ostiense.

What I love most about remix is seeing totally creative ways of remixing the original. This one took a simple note and built a whole different story around it, while staying true to the intent of the original note. Fun, sexy, sweet, and a very satisfying conclusion! Go and read it.

Some others:

Title: Feet on the Ground
Author: kellychambliss
Characters: Filius Flitwick and the feet of several Hogwarts staff members
Rating: R
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Podophilia (foot fetish)
Other Content: Masturbation
Word Count: 2800
Summary: For Filius Flitwick, sexual arousal is all a matter of point of view.

One thing Kelly does consistently is write fics that I read and think, "I would never have thought of that." The summary combined with the theme is awesome, yes? She manages to infuse humor while being totally respectful of both Filius and the kink. There are some fantastic lines in this one as well.

Oh, oh, so some of you fabulous people participated in the community I mentioned above for a whole month and it blew me away every single day!! There were sweet, silly, hot, and funny videos and photos, recipes, ridiculous names, and fics, to name some of the wonderful things. Serious that a bunch of you would do that just to cheer me up really knocked me flat. And here are a couple of the fabulous fics!!!

Title: Light of Day
Author: midnitemaraud_r
Pairing: Sirius/James, Sirius/Remus, and implied but not explicit Remus/Sirius/James
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Sequel to With a Little Help From My Friends. In which Peter is not amused, James has a thing, and Remus and Sirius make a little wager.
Word Count: ~4,000

Omg, yay! Midnitemaraud_r's MWPP era R/S! FOR ME!!! Remus is clever and sneaky and sexy; Sirius is gorgeous and clever and sexy, James is loveable and slightly bumbling and sexy. It is hot and fun, and there is a kiss so romantic is melted my heart. ♥

And last but so very much not least:

Title: Maybe One More & One Decision
Author: torino10154
Rating: Hard R
Word Count: ~525 + ~400
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Charlie
Content: Dirty talk, hand job, wanking, threesome implied

Harry and Draco in an established relationship. And then there's Charlie, and, well, all I have to say is this:

Harry ran his fingers through Draco's hair as they lay together in the dark. They were sweaty, and sated, and yet he couldn't quite fall asleep.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" Draco said, voice reverberating against Harry's ribs.

Harry stilled his hand. "Who?"

Draco propped himself up on an elbow, and pressed his lips to Harry's closest nipple. "Charlie." Yes please! ♥ ♥♥♥ ♥♥

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mindabbles — Wed, 11 Jan 2012 05:43:35 GMT

As seen at woldy and r_grayjoy and others I'm sure:

Pick up the book nearest to you. Turn to page 45. The first sentence there describes your sex life in 2012.

"Anglers are not patient."

I have nothing to add.

holiday fest recs

mindabbles — Wed, 21 Dec 2011 06:13:16 GMT

GIFTIES FOR ME!!

Welcoming at hd_holidays
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Professor Malfoy returns to his office to find a surprise waiting on his desk.
Rating: PG

This is my TOTALLY adorable H/D gift. Check out Harry's expression and the way they are looking at each other. I love the playful feel of this and may well have to write some fic for it. The set up is wonderful. I love Harry's hand in Draco's hair. Sweet, intimate, and a little mischievous. Check it out!

I got TWO fics at Kinky Kristmas, and they're both threesomes, so that's like three times more porn than I expected! And they are BOTH Harry and Draco with a Weasley!!! Let me show them to you:

Title: Photographic Inspiration
Pairings: Harry/Draco/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: anal, rimming, dirty talk
Other Warnings/Content: bondage, blowjobs
Word Count: 2245
Summary/Description: Draco takes a risk and is amply rewarded.
I loved the set up of this one. Sexy note writing and flirting and banter. Draco walks into something he didn't quite expect, but he takes it all in stride. Er, more than in stride, really. This is what KK is about. It's porn, without excuses porn, just as it should be. :)

Title: Just One Night
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Included: Threesome, rimming, anal
Other Warnings/Content: A hint of oral and dirty talk, public snog and a grope
Word Count: ~2500
Summary/Description: Charlie isn't about to turn down an offer to join Harry and Draco for the night.

Not the main point of the fic at all, but Bill makes a great appearance and I loved that. I loved the interaction between Bill and Charlie and the hints at the back story for them. The combination of the threesome is fabulous. Charlie is both confident and thoughtful, he's hot as hell and also kind. Just like Charlie should be. And at one point he's sandwiched between Harry and Draco! Do you need more??

A numbered list, why not?

mindabbles — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 06:16:14 GMT

1) Oh, HI! I've been around here and there, but not really here, if you know what I mean. I've missed you all!!

2) So, my fall writing/fest schedule went like this: computer crashed in the middle of writing long, plotty rs_games fic, no way I could recreate the plot lines without my notes, so I had to trash that fic and I wrote something with absolutely no plot (that was probably better than the long, plotty thing); that put me about two weeks behind in everything else, but I got my laptop back and was going strong for my shaggydog_swap fic to be basically on time, when a family emergency forced me to travel unexpectedly and interfered with important fic writing tasks like hd_holidays and Kinky Kristmas. I also had to travel for work a bit more than usual. My fics this year were all written in hospitals, doctors' offices, airports, airplanes, very late at night or some combination of the above. They may not all be my best, but I finished them all! And, in fact, none of them would have been finished at all without the help of gryffindorj. ♥

3) The mods of the above fests are all WONDERFUL and were supportive and patient. THANK YOU! My co-mods at rs_small_gifts are FABULOUS and I love you. Those are the fests I'm following this year. I'll hopefully have some recs soon. In fact, I'll post recs of my wonderful gifts at Kinky Kristmas and hd_holidays tomorrow. :)

4) Yesterday at the drug store, I was picking up prints of photos and the odd man behind the counter was awkwardly flirting with me. He asked me for my phone number to look up my order, and when I gave it, he said, "That sounds just like my next girlfriend's phone number." I'm not kidding. He actually said that. I think I blinked at him and tilted my head quizzically.

5) Happy Holidays everyone!

if the moon is your lantern

RS Small Gifts

Small Gifts

Happy birthday, J!!!!

Pressies for me!

beta?

Happy Birthday(s)!

FESTS!!!!

R/S SMALL GIFTS

Fic: Salt and Heat, Remus/Sirius, NC-17, Daily Deviant Repost

Hello and Big Bang Blackout fic

Happy Birthday!

more hp_beholder recs

Hp_Beholder

Fic: Three Times Remus Kicked Sirius Out of Bed, for woldy at small gifts

festsfestsfestsfestsfestsfestsfests

Happy Birthday, Maggie

oh hi there

oh hi there

*waves from the cave*

FIC: Close as He Can Get, H/D, NC-17

Life, some recs, and a duck

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holiday fest recs

A numbered list, why not?

waves from the cave