You've got to get obsessed and stay obsessed

I posted a fic at hp_kinkfest.

Title: Hand in Glove
Author: birdsofshore
Artist: shiftylinguini
Kink Showcased: Glove kink
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~9k
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: His fingers are cool and steady against my skin and I imagine I can smell the scent of leather on them already, expensive, addictive... but it's not enough. He traces the line of my jaw, tilts my chin up so that I'm looking into his eyes. “Should I put the gloves on?” He sounds playful, as if this is just a game between us. A bit of fun.

“Yes.” My voice is always hoarser than I expect. I never remember quite how deep the knife-twist of desire bites into me.
Warnings: Glove kink. Hand kink. Sex in risky places. Antagonism. Some hints of D/s dynamics.
A/N: Massive thanks to the patient and brilliant dicta_contrion for beta services.

I really enjoyed getting stuck into this kink. I could sort of see the appeal of gloves, although it wasn't something that I'd ever thought about an awful lot... however NOW... O__O I'm all about gloves. I really enjoy when I can think myself into the headspace of someone with a fetish and try to get what it is all about.

When I was several thousand words into writing this fic I posted on LJ saying I was having some problems with Harry 1st person. I hoped people would have some tips for me. Ha! Ha! Instead, the consensus was, DON'T DO IT.

The problem was that I was already mightily invested in the story, and when I tried to rephrase into 3rd person I realised that it would need a total rewrite if I was going to change POV. So despite feeling really pigheaded for ignoring the advice, I persevered with 1st person. I know that it wasn't a total success, but I do feel parts of it worked well. I'm not sure if I'd attempt it again or not. I can totally see why people's advice was to steer clear, but I enjoyed trying, anyway. I'm still intrigued by what makes Harry sound like Harry, so I may well have another go one day.

The best thing for me about writing this was that there was one scene that I couldn't get out of my head. It's so simple, and funny really, considering all of the filthy goings on - but it's the part where Malfoy tells Harry to kiss the glove. It had such resonance for me and I could see it really clearly in my mind. So, I plucked up the cheek to ask shiftylinguini if she fancied having a go at drawing something for the fic. And SHE SAID YES. ♥ My heart! That was amazing enough, but then after she'd read it, she produced something completely asdfghjksdfghjklfghjklasdfghjkl. I'm so so thrilled with it. Even if you don't fancy the story, you could go and leave some love for the art.

However, before linguini's incredible art existed, I did a little bit of internet research *cough* and found what I like to call Mr Glove!Dom. He was kind of inspiring to me while I was writing the fic and I thought it would be nice to share him with you:



*STARES*  ♥

Now my only problem is that I keep dreaming about buying pair of really fucking nice leather gloves. I've made a shortlist of the ones I want, and I can't afford any of them. *sigh* The pitfalls of fanfiction.

This was my gift for anemonen:

Title: I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor
Author: birdsofshore
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco, brief Draco/OMCs
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~28,000
Warnings: Homophobia (internalised, plus verbal and physical abuse). Draco has off-screen sex with other men before he and Harry get together. Harry attempts sex with another man but changes his mind. Plenty of antagonism. Fashions and music are not necessarily contemporary to the time period of the story. I sincerely apologise to anyone who lives in Walthamstow; I hear it's quite a nice place these days.
Content/Enticements: Clubbing, the Muggle world, coming out, first times, virgin!Harry, experienced!Draco, voyeurism, semi-public sex, jealousy, antagonism, pining, UST, flangst
Summary: Harry felt lit up from inside as soon as he entered the bar. There were blokes dancing together, their bodies close to one another, not keeping a wary distance as Harry was always careful to do when he was near another man. God, he wanted this – wanted it so much he could taste it, a metallic tang of heat and desire. He suspected nothing would ever be the same again – especially when he saw who else was in the room.

I'm so so excited I can finally talk about this, and most importantly, shout my head off about the amazing ART which anemonen drew for it. LOOK AT THIS: Live here in the moment. I can't tell you how chuffed I was that Ane was inspired to create this stunning Draco. The whole picture fits my imaginings of the Tube scene from the story perfectly. And then I had to keep quiet and not say anything about it for WEEEEEKS! I nearly DIED. It's a gorgeous standalone picture of Draco so it won't spoil anything if you haven't read the fic, by the way. Please do leave anemonen all the love if you go and take a look.

( Wafflings about writing, with pictures and videos and stuff )

Title: Draco at Nineteen
Author: birdsofshore
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~5000
Warnings / Content (slightly spoilery, highlight to view): Mild angst. Time travel. Smut. Slight age disparity: 24/18
Summary: It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this takes the biscuit.

A/N: For snowgall. Wishing you a very happy birthday, dear! Thank you so much for all that you bring to fandom: your impressive data-wrangling, your lovely thoughtful comments, your continuity skills, and your general enthusiastic presence. I wasn't sure what you'd like best, but a little bird told me 8th year was your favourite, and, well, this is what happened. It turned out more flangsty than I intended, but at least there's smut.

Thank you so much to lumosed_quill for the speedy beta. I fiddled with it a LOT since she tidied everything, so any mistakes are entirely my own doing.

( Draco at Nineteen )