Son Of A Preacher Man (14/?)
Mar. 30th, 2011 07:05 amTitle: Son Of A Preacher Man (14/?)
Author:
millionstar
Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, R
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Author's note: As always, eternal thanks to
dolce_piccante &
myz_bee for their help and for listening to me whine and fret over, well, everything lately. J'adore, ladies.<3 Special kudos to
lalalive23 for being an uber smexy cheerleader. *hugs*
And as always, HUGE thanks to my sis,
captivemuse for her help in all thangs Southern. She's got-damned essential to this fic. Make no mistake. <3
Also, the song lyrics used herein do not belong to me, but to the incomparable Van Morrison.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen
( I resent that, dangit. )
Author:
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Pairing: Belldom, AU
Rating: This part, R
Warnings: Language, Sudden Southern Drawls, Tight Blue Jeans.
Summary: AU Belldom, set in the Deep American South. Enough said, y'all.
Feedback: Is welcome & appreciated, if you're so inclined.
Archive: Links only.
Disclaimer: I don't own Muse, no $$ being made, and this is fiction. Title taken lovingly from the song of the same name.
Author's note: As always, eternal thanks to
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And as always, HUGE thanks to my sis,
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Also, the song lyrics used herein do not belong to me, but to the incomparable Van Morrison.
One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen
( I resent that, dangit. )