And the continuation...

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I don't know who what came over me recently when I saw, quite by chance, the submissions for the R/D Challenge - they had closed. But I noticed a post from the mods saying some people had dropped out and something inside must have been yearning so hard that after over a year of slashy silence from my keyboard I just couldn't resist. I emailed the ( Read more... )

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Red and Gold Tangling…
By Callum James.
Ron/Draco NC-17.
Warnings for angst.
c.3000 words.
Author’s notes: I love writing short fiction. The shorter the better sometimes as the challenge is to hone and chisel away the chaff until every word has it’s right place and every image and symbol is carefully related to each other. I don’t claim to meet my ( Read more... )

I can feel myself slowly being swallowed whole by fandom... do I mind being swallowed? Who does?

So it should come as no surprise to me that I couldn't resist doing this...


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And now for something completely different...

I know I said I wasn't going to be prolific but this is just a little something I knocked up while I was waiting for long-suffering Thevina to slog her way through beta-ing NlmD. On reflection I think it probably suffers a bit from being written too soon after I'd finished NlmD. There's NO connection ( Read more... )

Just wanted to say a more general thank you to all you kind, gracious and generous people who have read and commented on Nor Let Me Die Before I Have Begun to Live.  As I'm sure many of you who are also writers will know, feedback does make an enormous difference.

I don't want to labour the point but I am new to LJ - had I mentioned that! - and to ( Read more... )

Title: Nor Let Me Die Before I Have Begun To Live
Author: Callum James
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: H/R
Word Count: c. 30,000
Summary: After the Final Battle, Harry Potter is missing presumed 'killed in action'. Only Ron refuses to give up hope that Harry might still be alive and when, six months later, he finally finds The Boy Who Lived, what he finds ( Read more... )

They lay there for hours, drifting in and out of sleep. Ron, fully-clothed, lying on top of Harry’s naked, fragile body, wrapping him and keep him safe against the drafts and who knew what else. Sirens, night-clubbers, lorries, car stereos, breaking glass, all the noises of the city night came and went outside. Rain fell against the dark glass of ( Read more... )

Ron would remember the next two days till he died. The sun shone weak but warm and London seemed a lighter, easier, more open place full of energy and fresh breezes. There was a lot of sex. Harry was Ron’s slave, there was no other word for it. If Ron wanted to dump his come into Harry’s mouth in the middle of the day then he simply cast a ( Read more... )