in which i do a horrible thing and michi-thekiller makes it all better...with PORN
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA TWO TIMES NOW! TWO times my mad, cackling GSD post gets derailed because there is awesome ficcage in the universe and I need to flail about it!
Seriously, I am the luckiest thing these days, I can't even contain my glee.
*deep breath*
Okay, so a while ago I was in chatzy, hanging out with the chatzy lovelies and talking/pimping michi_thekiller 's fic, because Michi does things with a style I could just read forever and we're like brain twins about the characters, seriously, idek how I lived so long without Michi's fic in my life. Anyway, I was mad-pimping Michi's drunkfic, The Justin Bieber Experience, which is a classic of the genre, and then I started mad-pimping Michi's werewolf AU wip because, I mean, the more people we have on the great poky stick of "Michi, get that done" the better, and it came out in conversation that Michi writes crack horror. Which is evidently sometimes a difficult concept to wrap your head around if you've never encountered it before.
So there was a drabble challenge, and Michi asked for a prompt, and I gave her my standard this is the crackiest thing in ever prompt, veela!wingfic. Because it gets no crackier than wings, right? And Michi probably made faces at me because omg, veela!wingfic, what, but she went off to write. And write and write and write. And when she was done, she sent it to me for what she calls a "beta". But, I mean, basically I flailed and flailed and, you know, pointed out the typos. All three of them. :P
None of which is an actual rec, right? Promise, I'm getting there.
Why Michi's crack horror Veela fic became my new fanon (and why hell yes, you need to read it now):
You know that fic where Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate and there are pretty, pretty wings, and you just know they'll be together forever by the end, you just know it? Not that fic. This is the fic that fic is afraid of, like the fic that fic's mom warned it about as a child. I've long held a vague theory that being Veela would suck so much because, I mean, hello dub-con fluff, right, only I've always thought the consent weirdness would come from the Veela, who doesn't really get much choice about this whole mate deal and who fucking dies if the mate doesn't want them back. Plus, beakish with talons when enraged, which I imagine would be hard to wrap your head around, too.
Thank goodness Michi showed me the error of my ways. Because while the whole Veela thing sounds like a life of pining forever over your one twu wuv, what if it's not? What if Veela Allure serves slightly bloodier ends? What if they're maneaters for real? I know. Perfect set-up for a dark fic, but that's not what Michi writes. Instead, it's smart and funny and the boys are more canon than they have any right to be in a fic like this, and it's loaded with all the things that makes Michi fic irresistible. Expect to squirm from the hot and hilarity and horror, often all at once. Expect to find snarky, prickish Draco you could just shake and brave, stubborn Harry, who tries so very hard to be good even when that's just impossible.
Expect to find a clever problem and a brilliant solution, and expect to walk away from it dying for the sequel Michi's teasing me with, because it's dirty-hot-wrong in all the best ways and the ending is every bit as messy and glorious as it should be.
So go. Read you look so fine (H/D, NC-17, awesome, there are warnings), and join me in my poky-sticking for MORE.
A small taste, so you know what you're getting into:
When Mother appeared, he didn't know which she would be appalled at first - the fact that he was naked, that he had clearly had sex, that he had had sex with a man, or that he had just murdered the man with whom he had had the naked gay sex.
Probably the murder thing was the most upsetting.
But the first thing that Mother did was gather him up in her arms, bloodiness and gayness and murderness and all, and she sniffled, "Oh, precious. Oh my little baby boy - you're all grown up."
Which was when Draco rather suspected that Mother knew something that he didn't.
See? I told you. <3
Seriously, I am the luckiest thing these days, I can't even contain my glee.
*deep breath*
Okay, so a while ago I was in chatzy, hanging out with the chatzy lovelies and talking/pimping michi_thekiller 's fic, because Michi does things with a style I could just read forever and we're like brain twins about the characters, seriously, idek how I lived so long without Michi's fic in my life. Anyway, I was mad-pimping Michi's drunkfic, The Justin Bieber Experience, which is a classic of the genre, and then I started mad-pimping Michi's werewolf AU wip because, I mean, the more people we have on the great poky stick of "Michi, get that done" the better, and it came out in conversation that Michi writes crack horror. Which is evidently sometimes a difficult concept to wrap your head around if you've never encountered it before.
So there was a drabble challenge, and Michi asked for a prompt, and I gave her my standard this is the crackiest thing in ever prompt, veela!wingfic. Because it gets no crackier than wings, right? And Michi probably made faces at me because omg, veela!wingfic, what, but she went off to write. And write and write and write. And when she was done, she sent it to me for what she calls a "beta". But, I mean, basically I flailed and flailed and, you know, pointed out the typos. All three of them. :P
None of which is an actual rec, right? Promise, I'm getting there.
Why Michi's crack horror Veela fic became my new fanon (and why hell yes, you need to read it now):
You know that fic where Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate and there are pretty, pretty wings, and you just know they'll be together forever by the end, you just know it? Not that fic. This is the fic that fic is afraid of, like the fic that fic's mom warned it about as a child. I've long held a vague theory that being Veela would suck so much because, I mean, hello dub-con fluff, right, only I've always thought the consent weirdness would come from the Veela, who doesn't really get much choice about this whole mate deal and who fucking dies if the mate doesn't want them back. Plus, beakish with talons when enraged, which I imagine would be hard to wrap your head around, too.
Thank goodness Michi showed me the error of my ways. Because while the whole Veela thing sounds like a life of pining forever over your one twu wuv, what if it's not? What if Veela Allure serves slightly bloodier ends? What if they're maneaters for real? I know. Perfect set-up for a dark fic, but that's not what Michi writes. Instead, it's smart and funny and the boys are more canon than they have any right to be in a fic like this, and it's loaded with all the things that makes Michi fic irresistible. Expect to squirm from the hot and hilarity and horror, often all at once. Expect to find snarky, prickish Draco you could just shake and brave, stubborn Harry, who tries so very hard to be good even when that's just impossible.
Expect to find a clever problem and a brilliant solution, and expect to walk away from it dying for the sequel Michi's teasing me with, because it's dirty-hot-wrong in all the best ways and the ending is every bit as messy and glorious as it should be.
So go. Read you look so fine (H/D, NC-17, awesome, there are warnings), and join me in my poky-sticking for MORE.
A small taste, so you know what you're getting into:
When Mother appeared, he didn't know which she would be appalled at first - the fact that he was naked, that he had clearly had sex, that he had had sex with a man, or that he had just murdered the man with whom he had had the naked gay sex.
Probably the murder thing was the most upsetting.
But the first thing that Mother did was gather him up in her arms, bloodiness and gayness and murderness and all, and she sniffled, "Oh, precious. Oh my little baby boy - you're all grown up."
Which was when Draco rather suspected that Mother knew something that he didn't.
See? I told you. <3