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I've been seriously ill since I got home. I've had some gastro thing that was really, really bad then a bit better for 2 days and then really, really bad again. I've eaten less in the last week than I normally do in a day and it's still not great. I've not been upright much and I've not been on the computer. Because of all the shit that went on with the car while we were away and then getting sick when I got home I hadn't read my Kinky Kristmas fic.
I have now and I adore it so much. Seriously this is so perfect for me.
It's long and plotty and beautiful and full of UST and old magic. I'm still really vague and struggling to find words but if you love Harry and Ron then you should read it.
Title: A Certain Magic
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley
Rating: Explicit / NC17
Kinks/Themes Included: Kissing, hand-holding, non-verbal magic, soul bonding
Other Warnings/Content: anal, first time, UST, angst
Word Count: approx 19,400
Summary/Description: There’s a certain magic to New Orleans.
Yes it's set in the US but it really works and yes it's in 2nd person but that also really works and it's a fantastic Ron. It really is. It's beautiful and I adore it and it has so few comments. Give it a go.
And because I'm not able to make proper words right now here's a review that the wonderful tjs_whatnot wrote for Crack Broom
Title: A Certain Magic
Author: Anon at Daily Deviant's Kinky Kristmas on IJ.
Word Count: 19k
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Author's Summary: There’s a certain magic to New Orleans.
Why everyone should read this: It's been a long time since I've read much Harry Potter fic, and it's been a very, very long time since I've stayed up at night and DEVOURED a long-fic. And, it's been an even longer time since I've felt the need to stop everything and come and rave about it here with you all. This fic needs me though. It has so many things going for it and a few things that work against it.
I want to persuade you to look past those things because they are actually the reasons this was so great. First thing: It's long and plot driven in the midst of a fest that's all about short and dirty. Secondly, it's in 2nd person POV--wait! Come back! I know this freaks a lot of people out, but for someone to take that risk? To tell a long, beautiful story this way? Come on! That's brave. And the pay off is so gorgeous. You are Ron and you are pining after your BFF and you are experiencing a new town in a new country and you are wonderful. Lastly, like I said, like the summary says, this fic takes them out of Britain. Out of Europe. And to America--and all of those things can be deterrents, but they shouldn't be. Because, seriously, have you ever been to New Orleans? Obviously this author has. If there was a perfect US city to take our boys, it's New Orleans. This author tells us all the reasons why in a great case-fic all about old magic, learning, letting go and trusting yourself. COME ON! Harry/Ron doesn't get any better than that! Am I right?
“You’re my best mate, Ron.”
“Yeah, ’course, and you’re mine, Harry, you know that.” The fact that he’s so much more than that to you isn’t something that you want to speak aloud, but you’re feeling him through the Bond, and you hope to hell he’s not feeling you back-
“I- I feel safe when you’re with me… touching me.”
“What?”
“When your arms are around me, I feel settled. I can’t describe it, Ron, but ever since that night at Grimmauld-”
You know exactly what he’s talking about. That night, when you confessed that you were afraid of the unknown, of what the hunt would entail, worried whether you’d fail and what that would mean to the war effort on the whole and to you personally, to all of you, and you’d vowed to do whatever you had to in order to succeed. He’d hugged you then, and you him - you’d held each other for the longest time, acknowledging your fears, spoken and unspoken, and when he’d shared his magic with you, perhaps he’d begun the bonding process then and you hadn’t even realized it.
Of course you’d bonded, bonded over the quest, the hunt, the singularity of purpose, the need to get things done, but you’d honestly thought that that was all there was to it, and you weren’t assured of even surviving the entire ordeal anyway. So you’d allowed your love for him to bleed into the embrace, to just wish for a moment that you could just be with each other, as friends but yes, more than just friends, to have a time when circumstances weren’t pulling you apart. You knew that it wasn’t to be, certainly not then, but, oh, how you’d wanted…
I have now and I adore it so much. Seriously this is so perfect for me.
It's long and plotty and beautiful and full of UST and old magic. I'm still really vague and struggling to find words but if you love Harry and Ron then you should read it.
Title: A Certain Magic
Characters/Pairings: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley
Rating: Explicit / NC17
Kinks/Themes Included: Kissing, hand-holding, non-verbal magic, soul bonding
Other Warnings/Content: anal, first time, UST, angst
Word Count: approx 19,400
Summary/Description: There’s a certain magic to New Orleans.
Yes it's set in the US but it really works and yes it's in 2nd person but that also really works and it's a fantastic Ron. It really is. It's beautiful and I adore it and it has so few comments. Give it a go.
And because I'm not able to make proper words right now here's a review that the wonderful tjs_whatnot wrote for Crack Broom
Title: A Certain Magic
Author: Anon at Daily Deviant's Kinky Kristmas on IJ.
Word Count: 19k
Pairing: Harry/Ron
Rating: NC-17
Author's Summary: There’s a certain magic to New Orleans.
Why everyone should read this: It's been a long time since I've read much Harry Potter fic, and it's been a very, very long time since I've stayed up at night and DEVOURED a long-fic. And, it's been an even longer time since I've felt the need to stop everything and come and rave about it here with you all. This fic needs me though. It has so many things going for it and a few things that work against it.
I want to persuade you to look past those things because they are actually the reasons this was so great. First thing: It's long and plot driven in the midst of a fest that's all about short and dirty. Secondly, it's in 2nd person POV--wait! Come back! I know this freaks a lot of people out, but for someone to take that risk? To tell a long, beautiful story this way? Come on! That's brave. And the pay off is so gorgeous. You are Ron and you are pining after your BFF and you are experiencing a new town in a new country and you are wonderful. Lastly, like I said, like the summary says, this fic takes them out of Britain. Out of Europe. And to America--and all of those things can be deterrents, but they shouldn't be. Because, seriously, have you ever been to New Orleans? Obviously this author has. If there was a perfect US city to take our boys, it's New Orleans. This author tells us all the reasons why in a great case-fic all about old magic, learning, letting go and trusting yourself. COME ON! Harry/Ron doesn't get any better than that! Am I right?
“You’re my best mate, Ron.”
“Yeah, ’course, and you’re mine, Harry, you know that.” The fact that he’s so much more than that to you isn’t something that you want to speak aloud, but you’re feeling him through the Bond, and you hope to hell he’s not feeling you back-
“I- I feel safe when you’re with me… touching me.”
“What?”
“When your arms are around me, I feel settled. I can’t describe it, Ron, but ever since that night at Grimmauld-”
You know exactly what he’s talking about. That night, when you confessed that you were afraid of the unknown, of what the hunt would entail, worried whether you’d fail and what that would mean to the war effort on the whole and to you personally, to all of you, and you’d vowed to do whatever you had to in order to succeed. He’d hugged you then, and you him - you’d held each other for the longest time, acknowledging your fears, spoken and unspoken, and when he’d shared his magic with you, perhaps he’d begun the bonding process then and you hadn’t even realized it.
Of course you’d bonded, bonded over the quest, the hunt, the singularity of purpose, the need to get things done, but you’d honestly thought that that was all there was to it, and you weren’t assured of even surviving the entire ordeal anyway. So you’d allowed your love for him to bleed into the embrace, to just wish for a moment that you could just be with each other, as friends but yes, more than just friends, to have a time when circumstances weren’t pulling you apart. You knew that it wasn’t to be, certainly not then, but, oh, how you’d wanted…