Author has written 44 stories for Harry Potter.
The name's Stan Brianson, I'm 25, and grew up in Northern Ireland and Wales. I'm currently living in Birmingham, England, United Kingdom.
I'm a paediatric nurse with a special interest in orthopaedics. I'm single and, once again not looking because when all is said and done, men are beasts... Oh, I'm actually gay as well, so when it comes to writing slash, I actually do know what I'm talking about, thank you very much.
I specialise in writing Remus/Sirius fics, and all fics contain SLASH (or at least implications of, or references to, slash) - I write what I know, and I just can't seem to write viable hetero pairings that seem to "work", so... yep. Slash. In abundance. Don't like, don't read... All fics posted here are complete, and are published as soon as they've been beta'ed and I'm happy with them. Reviews are very much welcomed - any sort of constructive criticism at all is extremely helpful. Flames, on the other hand, are not helpful at all.
Early work is rather shitty by comparison, but a lot of it was written some time ago, when I was a) just starting out; and b) a wee bit fked up in the head over life's amusing circumstances.
I have issues. I have baggage. I have a motorcycle. I have the standard-issue beer-gut, nicotine-stained fingers and cynical view about life, death and disease given to all NHS workers during corporate induction week. I have dreams sometimes but nightmares mostly. I have a beard because I'm old enough to shave but can never be arsed to do so. I also have a stethoscope, and I actually know how to use it as well, although it's only really fun to use when it is being abused.
So anyway, thanks for taking the time to read my profile, and I really hope that you enjoy my work. Feel free to IM me through ff.n, or use the e-mail address through the link at the top of this page. I'd love to hear from you, whether you want to ask me anything about the fics or if you just want to tell me that you thought my latest one sucked!
Finally posting again. Or, rather, finding old stuff down the back of the sofa and claiming it as a newly-written fic anyway...