The reveal over at
bestmates_xmas has gone up, so I'm free to post my H/R here. Enjoy!
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 11,550
Genre: romance, erotica, humour, established relationship
Betas:
rickey_a,
auntee_mame and
cim_halfling. Thank you!!!
Summary: A few days before Christmas, Ron is struck with a harmless, but thoroughly annoying curse. Figuring out who cast it takes Ron and Harry to Scotland, and Harry wonders: Why can't I just have a normal Christmas, just once? H/R, EWE, kilt!sex.
Author's Notes: Title, as it absolutely must have, comes from Robert Burns, from his poem "Poem on Pastoral Poetry" written in 1791. It's from the final stanza, and the sentiment reflects pretty accurately the atmosphere of this story:
[…] but that sweet spell
O' witchin love,
That charm that can the strongest quell,
The sternest move.
I have no idea where this rather cracktastic idea came from, but once I was given Abigail89 as my gift recipient and saw a shared interest in Scotland and kilts (and perhaps single malts as well), this story was breathed into life. DH-compliant, ignoring the epilogue.
( That Charm That Can the Strongest Quell, part one )
On to part two
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Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 11,550
Genre: romance, erotica, humour, established relationship
Betas:
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Summary: A few days before Christmas, Ron is struck with a harmless, but thoroughly annoying curse. Figuring out who cast it takes Ron and Harry to Scotland, and Harry wonders: Why can't I just have a normal Christmas, just once? H/R, EWE, kilt!sex.
Author's Notes: Title, as it absolutely must have, comes from Robert Burns, from his poem "Poem on Pastoral Poetry" written in 1791. It's from the final stanza, and the sentiment reflects pretty accurately the atmosphere of this story:
[…] but that sweet spell
O' witchin love,
That charm that can the strongest quell,
The sternest move.
I have no idea where this rather cracktastic idea came from, but once I was given Abigail89 as my gift recipient and saw a shared interest in Scotland and kilts (and perhaps single malts as well), this story was breathed into life. DH-compliant, ignoring the epilogue.
On to part two
another wedding, work, and fics
Oct. 7th, 2007 09:57 pm‡ I went to a wedding in Blacksburg on Saturday, accompanying a friend to his niece's nuptials in a chapel on the Virginia Tech campus. It was, by far, the fastest wedding ceremony I've ever attended. Twelve minutes, tops, from seating of the mothers to the b&g leaving the chapel. I was rather stunned. My friend helped me subversively to collect two male rubber duck groom toys that were included in a few goodie bags for the children there. They were, of course, originally a duck groom and duck bride, but I had Grand Plans for these, and as I think you all know, I'm just not the most heteronormative person out there. The night at the hotel was fine, though I'd had high hopes for a really sound sleep. Why I thought I'd sleep better solo in a hotel bed versus solo in mine I'm not sure. I enjoyed my friend's company, and it wasn't a bad thing to get out of town, even for 24 hours.
‡ When the call went out for people to help out for 4-hour shifts at work over the weekend, I volunteered. If I'm going to spend time online anyway, why not get paid time and a half to do so? I did from 1-5 today. I did have a few calls to answer, but mostly I got caught up on LJ, and typed up fic.
‡ My
ginger_lust fic is turning out so completely differently from how I envisioned it. I'd originally envisioned this bleak landscape for Ron and a heartless, manipulative other character (keeping it secret for now). While there is some chemically-induced mindfuck, as I'd planned as part of the plot device, there's humor sprouting up. The way these two have been communicating is, well, just not what I'd expected. Does this happen to other writers, that your characters take over? I think these two may have rather a torrid, albeit dysfunctional time, and I'm no longer certain about the ending. Weird. Also, I'm simply so pleased with the community as a whole. The mods and I will be recc'ing fics between now and January when the fics will be posted, hopefully including older fics that may be new to some, and some writers who don't perhaps get the acknowledgment that they should. I'll never, ever tire of explorations of Ron as a character.
‡ My
bestmates_xmas fic has also been started, and I'm shocked to discover that it's going to be both cracktastic, and verging on fluffy. I just don't do that, but, well, I don't know. Perhaps it's more bizarrely romantic than some I've written, or there's simply minimal angst. Go figure.
‡ I'm still in love with Crown of Rope. I may well write a missing scene or two in that universe between now and January.
♥ to you all! Another Sunday night, another looming workweek...
‡ When the call went out for people to help out for 4-hour shifts at work over the weekend, I volunteered. If I'm going to spend time online anyway, why not get paid time and a half to do so? I did from 1-5 today. I did have a few calls to answer, but mostly I got caught up on LJ, and typed up fic.
‡ My
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‡ I'm still in love with Crown of Rope. I may well write a missing scene or two in that universe between now and January.
♥ to you all! Another Sunday night, another looming workweek...