While I tell of yuletide treasure...

Well, I'm off to bed here, because I'm exhausted.

But first, a quick uber-thanks to likeadeuce and zoe_chan for the fantastic, speedy and thoughtful emergency beta-reads of my yuletide fic. You girls saved the day! :)

Second, when my yuletide recipient discovers who I am, I want you to know this: I LOVED writing this fic. Seriously. I tried something new, and am pleased to say, I think it works. I doubt I would have tried it otherwise. Definitely pleased with my participation this year. Also, yay! Go me! Uploaded on time! =D

And third, my aunt came from California tonight. It's very nice to see her. :) It is now officially Christmas. This means that my life is not my own, of course. Just tonight, I discovered that my plans of cleaning the house and baking are not actually my plans for tomorrow: tomorrow I wrap and go to the post office and write Christmas cards and call my aunt for further directions.

::headdesk:: Hello, Christmas.

If I vanish, I blame family. I'm excited to start working on the First Kiss stories, btw. :)

Now, my wish list!!

If you'd like to make me happy, I'd like Helga/Salazar. Or something to do with Peter Pevensie. :) And Scott Summers is fun, too--especially when combined with any of the following: Xavier, Jean, Erik, Warren, Gambit or Logan. ;)

Just saying.

Fic: Queen Lucy's Cordial [Narnia]

Meant to do this much sooner, but RL has not given me much spare time. ;) Here is the fic I wrote for narniaficathon.

Queen Lucy's Cordial
Length: 1,200 words
Summary: Lucy was given an extraordinary gift by Father Christmas, but Peter has asked her not to use it.

Standard Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. This is for fun.

Author's Notes: Set roughly seven years into their rule of Narnia, in the Golden Age. You can also read this at my website, if you prefer.


"If I had my cordial with me," Queen Lucy was saying, "I could soon mend this. But the High King has so strictly charged me not to carry it commonly to the wars and to keep it only for great extremities!"

—C. S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy

( When Peter woke... )

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