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One thing that was brought up in comments to her post, and that is definitely true for me, is that recs often tend to be a random assortment of "what I remember reading and liking." There's no system here - if I've missed a story, I may not have gotten round to it yet or maybe just plain forgot where I stuffed the link. So, onward to the incomplete and latest:
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Interview with the Hero by
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Novel-length H/D that satisfies! There are so many things about this story that I adore, and I owe it to
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“Felix, what is it? Bad news? Would you please say something, Felix?”
Draco looked up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror above the bar. It was a gilt-trip in brass grapes and brazen nymphs. It did not look like the sort of glass that should be reflecting a face like Draco's at that moment.
“Felix? Say something!”
“I have to go,” croaked Draco, shoving back his chair. The legs protested, so he pushed harder and it overturned. The crash sent waiters scurrying over like rats from a sinking ship, but Draco paid them no mind. He closed his fist around the crumple of newsprint and turned on his heel, leaving behind a broken chair, a snapped knife, parchment confetti, a stunned lover and three hundred pounds’ worth of damages.
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The Problem With Elephants by
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Original Fic! Brilliant fic! Romantic and well-crafted with carefully drawn characters. I definitely enjoy this story and have already reread it the week after I first found it. See above for my opinions on Scoradh's writing ability.
He was distracted from his splintered thoughts by the sounds of another virtual car biting the dust and his mother's cloven hoof on the stair. Feeling cornered, Tim thumped the controls. If only physically torturing his Playstation would do more than make the screen flicker. Teleporting him to another planet would be favourite.
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Ten by
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Great use of deliberate symmetry. I love Harry and Draco just beginning - I think I'm also getting away from the higher-rated stories and learning to appreciate the romantic.
Heart hammering in his chest, wand held steady in front of him, he advances down the corridor. The building is eerily silent, although he knows it is teeming with living creatures, most of whom would gleefully kill him on sight.
The door grows closer and closer. Ten more steps and it will begin.
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Lush Life by
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Sometimes my obliviousness embarrasses even me. I read this when it was an anon-fic and didn't connect it to Lettered right away, a fic which I recced way back when. But then I read them back to back a second time and saw how beautifully they fit together. I especially like future-Draco - he's 40 here. The plot is terrifically clever and unique, and like scoradh's stories, has this clever, stylish wit driving everything. It's a great story, does justice to the original.
"DavyD, where's the copy for that article on the new orgasm? Stephan, I asked for that photo layout on lube three days ago. It has yet to appear on my desk. Courtney, did I or did I not demand that you call up that utter piece of shite Charles and ask him where his article was? And one person, one person, asks me how my lunch went and you're ALL FIRED!"
I managed to say all this between the entrance and the door to my office. Go. Fucking. Me.
My plants were still vibrating from the force of my door slamming shut when Sam eased her way in.
"How was your lunch?"
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Fixed in a Morning Sun by
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What I liked best, I think, is the way she spreads such detail throughout the whole story (the knitting needles that can cure arthritis, the never-ending cocoa, shopping for robes), which makes it seem so immediate and visual to me. And I love the characterization of Draco, and how slowly everything unfolds. Plus, there's gentle humor, like this:
“What can you do?” Lupin said, finally, honestly.
“Play Quidditch,” Draco replied, a bit abruptly. “Make tea.” Then, “That’s not what you meant.”
“I would keep you around solely for your tea making skills,” Lupin said, solemnly, and Draco found himself laughing. He stopped, a moment later, a little embarrassed.
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The Months of Poker in Manchester by
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It is then, as Snape's face finally loses its sneer, that Harry learns to study hands. The trace of every line, the clean crop of Draco's fingernails, even in desperate hiding, and the way he holds his narrow fingers outstretched, long as he can make them. The world goes black except for the slow trickle of water on pale, pale skin and Harry memorises each feature so as to forget everything else.
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Famous Last Words by
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Angst warning - not a happy fic. Oh, but a moving one. Voldie wins. I've never read a rentboy!Ron fic, and never one that had such a psychological twist as this one does. Jordan Grant is a true writer's writer, and this is one reason why. I didn't predict the ending, but when I went back and reread, I could see how carefully everything points to it - and that's masterful. I suspect her Draco is the most canon-like I've seen recently.
"Your brothers were so unwittingly helpful to me," the Dark Lord had hissed at Ron's trial, his red eyes piercing as he began to chuckle. "Peruvian Darkness Powder. Ah, yes. Wonderful… I would reward them were they still here, but as you are the sole remaining remnant of your family line, you will have to benefit in their stead. You are free to go, Ronald Bilius Weasley."
No, you're supposed to kill me the way you killed Harry! Ron had almost shouted.
He couldn't say that, though. Deep down, he didn't really want to die.
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Better Than Sex by
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Angst warning for this one, too. Both of these last two were written for the
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He walked into the lounge to survey the evening's offerings. The nature of the work here ensured a regular turnover within Grimthorpe's stable, and he spotted several new faces. In one corner, a blond held court over several boys already known to Snape. The blond drawled something indistinct, and the others snickered, and then turned to see who their new customer was. The new blond turned too, and Snape found himself looking at Draco Malfoy.
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Date: 2006-09-26 10:28 pm (UTC)*puppy eyes*
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Date: 2006-09-27 03:41 am (UTC)I have to rec when I read. If I pile them up, nothing happens.
And Interview with the Hero and Famous Last Words had me squeeing as well. Very well done.
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Date: 2006-09-27 10:40 am (UTC)Oooh, I love 'Fixed In A Morning Sun'. I've not come across that author before. You've found me a new one - again!
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Date: 2006-09-30 07:47 pm (UTC)