Birthdays!!!

Happy, happy birthday wishes to wolfiekins, llembas and risiepookie!! What an incredible day, that all three of you were born on this day (in different decades, granted), and that you all are in my life. I'm so very grateful for you; I'll hope to get drabbles posted for each of you, but even if not, please know just how glad I am that you are my friends. My life would be so much poorer without you in it.

What an amazing day!! ♥

Birthday drabble for Wolfie

This is set within the In Omnibus, Fratris 'verse: AU, Ron is rescued from Azkaban by Charlie, who has been turned to a vampire. Sibcest.

For you, who had me laughing on a very troubled day, and gave me inspiration to write during a very difficult time.

Untitled.
Pairing: Ron/vampire!Charlie

As night fell, Ron's heart grew lighter. When at last the sun had dropped below the horizon, he went to Charlie, opening the box and kissing his forehead. Charlie's eyes fluttered open; Ron saw the hunger and relished the opportunity to provide for him.

"Happy birthday," Ron murmured, leaning down a hand to help Charlie out of his confines.

"Nice of you to remember," Charlie replied, his focus on Ron's neck.

"Drink up," Ron said gamely, tilting his head so Charlie had easy access to his veins. Passion thundered in his head; gift to his brother, lover, vampire and saviour.

Birthday drabble for Risiepookie

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Pairing: Ron/Hermione

Yes! Het! I first got to know Risie when I was beta'ing at the Quidditch Pitch, and I know that Ron/Hermione is her favorite pairing, and one that she writes so well. For you, my dear beloved whom I finally got to give real hugs to this summer, a birthday drabble.

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Ale in hand, Ron marveled at how the firelight caught the auburn highlights in Hermione's hair. She'd plaited it in a french braid, though he had grand plans for undoing it once they got home.

Home.

He glanced at his left hand, at the silver band encircling his fourth finger, at the fact that they'd survived the War and he'd found the balls to ask her to marry him.

"To you and Dean," he toasted Seamus, equally glad of their partnership.

"Sláinte!" Seamus cheered, raising his glass.

Hermione's warm hand held Ron's; he squeezed in return, comfortable and at peace.

Birthday drabble for Llembas

Untitled, Ardaverse, Halbarad-centric

I suspect you're not even all that into Halbarad anymore, but when I think of writing for you, he's the one who comes to mind. Inspired by The Passing of the Grey Company:

The pursuers brought their steeds to a sudden stand. A silence followed; and then in the moonlight, a horseman could be seen dismounting and walking slowly forward. His hand showed white as he held it up, palm outward, in token of peace; but the kind's men gripped their weapons. At ten paces the man stopped. He was tall, a dark standing shadow. Then his clear voice rang out.
'Rohan? Rohan did you say? That is a glad word. We seek that land in haste from long afar.'

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The moon was tricksy behind the clouds, but Halbarad knew they were gaining on their kinsman. Rohan was the land on which their horses galloped, confirmed by the Rohirrim who answered his call.

Aragorn was there; Halbarad recognised him, though he wore an Elvish cloak. Ever the master of disguise, this beloved stranger from the Angle, but kin nonetheless.

"All is well," Aragorn said and Halbarad eased into his saddle.

This was his liege, his King. The Angle and Halbarad's past melted away; Aragorn was his focus, the strong bulwark. There would be no return; silently Halbarad mourned his son.