Blessed be the cool change: 20 degrees C cooler today. Madness. Apparently, it might snow down Hobart way. Dear Planet, I know we are a dreadful species, but stop fucking with us!
Anyway, more recs from hd_holidays!
…And With Persons Even Worse, for
novembersnow, 14,560 words. Someone is killing rentboys in Lower Knockturn Alley, you've already guessed the Auror sent in undercover to sort it. I'm not a fan of the rentboy trope, in much the same way I'm not that tall or blonde. In 5.5 years in fandom, this is exactly the second rentboy fic I have read that did not make me want to go 'ARGH!' and 'HOW? WHY?' at the author. Instead, I found myself reading avidly and enjoying it.
Cynics among you will say that could be because it is PG. I have to admit, that did help, because it kept the story focussed on the people and not the sex, and story is ALWAYS better focussed on people (if you don't believe me, I invite you to Google Bad Sex Awards and read up!) But this would under-value the tightness of the mystery and the compelling 'family' working the streets together, some of them unexpected and intriguing! And the ending was hopeful and as right as Baby Bear's porridge.
He closed his eyes. "Fun was it? Seeing how low the mighty Malfoy has fallen? Watching me flaunt my arse every night?"hdwriter, 14,500 words. Draco makes shoes, usually. Until one morning, it turns out shoes also make themselves. This is a lighter story than the others I've recced, so if you're in the need of just a quick read or a pick-me-up, this is the one. Sweet and charming, though with some darker touches as befit its Grimm fairy tale origins, it's a very neatly wrought twist on the original. Draco feeling obliged to be honest about all the details was a particularly fun piece of characterisation, which fit in very well with the author's sense of where they would all be several years after the war.
Oh FFS, LJ just ate two more recs, which is clearly a sign that I have to go to bed!
Anyway, more recs from hd_holidays!
…And With Persons Even Worse, for
novembersnow, 14,560 words. Someone is killing rentboys in Lower Knockturn Alley, you've already guessed the Auror sent in undercover to sort it. I'm not a fan of the rentboy trope, in much the same way I'm not that tall or blonde. In 5.5 years in fandom, this is exactly the second rentboy fic I have read that did not make me want to go 'ARGH!' and 'HOW? WHY?' at the author. Instead, I found myself reading avidly and enjoying it.Cynics among you will say that could be because it is PG. I have to admit, that did help, because it kept the story focussed on the people and not the sex, and story is ALWAYS better focussed on people (if you don't believe me, I invite you to Google Bad Sex Awards and read up!) But this would under-value the tightness of the mystery and the compelling 'family' working the streets together, some of them unexpected and intriguing! And the ending was hopeful and as right as Baby Bear's porridge.
He closed his eyes. "Fun was it? Seeing how low the mighty Malfoy has fallen? Watching me flaunt my arse every night?"
"Not really."
Draco turned his head. Potter had that horribly earnest expression his face. The one that had always made Draco want to hex it off when they were in school. Not now though. Now he just wanted to believe it was real. That Potter's utter inability to give up, to do what any wizard with half a brain would do and walk away when faced with the impossible, would get Draco what he wanted this time. Would catch this murderer
The Shoemaker and the Elves, forhdwriter, 14,500 words. Draco makes shoes, usually. Until one morning, it turns out shoes also make themselves. This is a lighter story than the others I've recced, so if you're in the need of just a quick read or a pick-me-up, this is the one. Sweet and charming, though with some darker touches as befit its Grimm fairy tale origins, it's a very neatly wrought twist on the original. Draco feeling obliged to be honest about all the details was a particularly fun piece of characterisation, which fit in very well with the author's sense of where they would all be several years after the war.Oh FFS, LJ just ate two more recs, which is clearly a sign that I have to go to bed!
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