Recs: 3 fic, 1 art
Hello! I am your January reccer, and I am excited about sharing some fabulous fic and art with you this month. Those who know me, will be aware that I am a big fan of the fluff and the smut (aka smuff), so I hope to share plenty of smuffy, humorous fics with you, but I will also try my best to remember there are other excellent fics out there on the more serious and angsty side.
To amuse myself, I have decided to have a theme for this weeks recs. You'll be pleased to hear that the theme is ~~~~~ drumroll ~~~~~~ FEATHERS. Bear with me on this. I am very fond of birds in general, and feathers in particular, and so I am especially happy about the rich seam of feather-related fanworks within the Harry/Draco pairing. Trust me. My first rec is:
Title: Tooth Fairy and Wisdom Teeth Wars
Author: icmezzo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~13k
Warnings: Expired potions, excessive silliness, and mild Hufflepuff bashing.
Summary: Harry never had a visit from the Tooth Fairy when he was a boy, but now that he's had his wisdom teeth pulled, he's tempted to try again. He knows it's silly. Obviously it is. Ridiculous, really. But then, sometimes it feels nice to believe in a little magic.
Why I loved it: This story, from last year's hd_fan_fair H/D Career fair, is an absolute joy. Draco is a Veela, but you don't need to worry about that. It's just so he can have gorgeous wings as the Tooth Fairy. This story is hilarious, feathery, silly and hot. Four of my all-time favourite things. Together with Harry and Draco, that makes SIX of my all-time favourite things, just in this one fic. If you need any more persuading: Draco's wings go "Pffffffffwwwwssshht" when he gets excited. SEVEN! Seven of my favourite things. You will hoot, and you will get pleasantly hot under the collar. And then you will please leave a fab comment for the author adoring her loveliness.
p.s. Draco is sparkly. EIGHT THINGS! I rest my case.
Excerpt:
Draco stared at the list in horror. No. No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. It couldn't be. Not again. He told his boss he wouldn't. He wouldn't.
But there it was. Right there, sandwiched between that greedy little Harry Oppenheimer and Miss Greta Putnam with her messy plaits: one Harry Potter of 12 Grimmauld Place, London. Again.
Draco shrieked and tore his list to pieces, throwing them off the balcony and casting a quick Incendio on them for good measure as they drifted to the ground. He watched the ashes float away through the air.
There was no way. No way he was going back there. Gods! He'd said it right on his job application: Allergic to nuts, hippogriff dander, and speccy gits!
And yet, there Potter's name had been on his list. Draco scowled.
Potter was clearly trying to scam Tooth Fairy Industries. An adult wizard putting a tooth under his pillow... ludicrous. St. Mungo's always took care of adult teeth directly. Potter must've twisted the healers under his thumb to keep his, and all that to mock Draco and steal the children's Galleons while he was at it! That prat! Gods, would he never stop tormenting Draco at every turn? And then Draco had fallen into Potter's little joke, showing up right there in his bedroom, like he was some poor working class sod -- because Draco wasn't, even if he sort of was-- and Potter hadn't even had the decency to explain himself, ignoring Draco no matter how many times Draco'd poked at the smooth skin on his startlingly muscular shoulder.
No. Draco would not go back there.
Stomping over to his fireplace, he quickly Firecalled his boss. He'd bloody well had enough. He'd rather resign than stoop to being Potter's Fairy.
Merlin! What if Draco went and Potter's sheet was bunched down even further around his waist this time and Draco had to look at the upper bits of that shapely white arse! Draco'd never get that image out of his brain--
Pffffffffwwwwssshht.
Son of a Muggle, Draco thought as his wings popped out from his robes.
Gods. Potter ruined everything.
Next we have a wonderful story from this year's hd_holidays fest. Currently anonymous, I can't wait to find out who wrote this one.
Title: The Peacock Paladin and the King of the Emerald Court
Author: anon - edited after reveals - it was the wonderful megyal ♥
Rating :NC-17
Word Count: ~11,300
Warnings: Some violence (fighting/battle scenes).
Summary: Harry suffers from chronic headaches, and it affects his work and relationships. New pain-management techniques (and their provider) may just be the relief his life needs.
Why I loved it: Well! This story is a stunning mixture of fairy tales, dreams, poetry, romance, psychology and fantasy. It's also got a dream-Draco who wears sarongs, jewels, headdresses and feathers. He's got feathers in his eyelashes. In his eyelashes. *swoon*
Draco is a pain management specialist who uses some unusual techniques to help Harry with his pain. (Psst - he's a Veela, as well - another Veela! - but DON'T WORRY about that.) The developing relationship between Harry and Draco, both in the fantasy visualisations, and in real life, is compelling, dramatic, and *cough* really hot.
Excerpt:
As the sun rose, the darkness was pushed away and the courtyard swam into view. The grey stones were worn and cold, and the man standing there stared at the empty area. It was so quiet and still.
He was alone. Dressed in tattered robes clutched tightly to his nude form, and he was alone.
"No. You are not alone," someone said behind him, and he turned around in surprise. A tall, blond man stood there, dressed in rich finery. His high-collared robes were an iridescent green this moment, and blue the next. His lips were painted dark green, and peacock feathers seemed to be growing along with fine strands of hair.
"I know you," the first man said, smiling a little. "I know who you are. In a different place."
The finely dressed man gave him a slow, solemn nod. "In another place, we are indeed different. Here, we are not the same. You have immense power in this space. Name us."
"You are the Peacock Paladin, my guardian," the man, the king said with calm confidence. "I am the King of the Emerald Court."
The Peacock Paladin seemed distantly amused beneath his veneer of gravity. "The names you have bestowed are...pleasing to me. Now name your great enemy, that dragon which has tormented you for so long."
The Emerald King felt something move in the back of his mind, something monstrous and made of slippery smoke.
"The Beast of Shadows," he said, and his voice trembled.
My third rec is from a fest over on IJ called the hp_wankfest. This took place before I was active in the fandom, and I am pretty envious about the fact that there was a wankfest, I can tell you. I think we need a campaign to bring back the wankfest. It could be called Sexually Perverted Erotic Wankfest Earnestly Required, or S.P.E.W.E.R. Just tell me if you'd like a badge or t-shirt.
Title: Hard at Work
Author: who_la_hoop
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2000
Warnings: Sauciness
Summary: The explanation for why Harry Potter is currently curled up in a corner of Draco Malfoy's bedroom, safely concealed by his invisibility cloak, is straightforward. The explanation for the unorthodox use to which he is currently putting his quill, less so.
Why I loved it: Look, I'll be frank: this is 2000 words of Harry masturbating with a feather, under his invisibility cloak, in Draco's bedroom. If it needs any further explanation as to why I loved it, then we are probably not going to see eye to eye on the matter anyway.
n.b. I must declare a partiality here: I have a big old crush on who_la_hoop (but as far as I can see, so has most of AO3, so pffffft).
Excerpt: Too saucy to quote from. *blushing all over* Just go and read it already.
Finally, to finish off (fnarr):
Title:Peacock Dreams
Artist: stellamoon
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:NSFW.
Why I loved it: You could repeat the notes for the previous rec, really, but OK, if I must. Here we have a very beautiful and naked Harry, having a whale of a time with some feathers which evidently remind him rather interestingly of Draco Malfoy. Harry's pose is delicious - he looks utterly lost in pleasure. I love the layered effect of the different parts of the art, and also the detailed and finely rendered cock, I mean, feathers! It's all about the feathers. I also like the outdoors setting with the additional beauty and kinkiness it brings.
And again I say - wankfest! If my final two recs for this week are indicative of what to expect from a wankfest, I think it's essential that another one be held immediately. Join me, S.P.E.W.E.R.s; let's hold an occupation right here in front of our computer screens, until our demands are met.
I'll be back next week with more recs for you (not at all feather-related) and I might even try to find some that are not NC-17. Anyway, thank you for reading (if you did), and please do leave lots of love for the authors and artists, if you enjoyed their work.
mods, please could I have an icmezzo tag? Thank you.
To amuse myself, I have decided to have a theme for this weeks recs. You'll be pleased to hear that the theme is ~~~~~ drumroll ~~~~~~ FEATHERS. Bear with me on this. I am very fond of birds in general, and feathers in particular, and so I am especially happy about the rich seam of feather-related fanworks within the Harry/Draco pairing. Trust me. My first rec is:
Title: Tooth Fairy and Wisdom Teeth Wars
Author: icmezzo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~13k
Warnings: Expired potions, excessive silliness, and mild Hufflepuff bashing.
Summary: Harry never had a visit from the Tooth Fairy when he was a boy, but now that he's had his wisdom teeth pulled, he's tempted to try again. He knows it's silly. Obviously it is. Ridiculous, really. But then, sometimes it feels nice to believe in a little magic.
Why I loved it: This story, from last year's hd_fan_fair H/D Career fair, is an absolute joy. Draco is a Veela, but you don't need to worry about that. It's just so he can have gorgeous wings as the Tooth Fairy. This story is hilarious, feathery, silly and hot. Four of my all-time favourite things. Together with Harry and Draco, that makes SIX of my all-time favourite things, just in this one fic. If you need any more persuading: Draco's wings go "Pffffffffwwwwssshht" when he gets excited. SEVEN! Seven of my favourite things. You will hoot, and you will get pleasantly hot under the collar. And then you will please leave a fab comment for the author adoring her loveliness.
p.s. Draco is sparkly. EIGHT THINGS! I rest my case.
Excerpt:
Draco stared at the list in horror. No. No, no, no, no, no. Absolutely not. It couldn't be. Not again. He told his boss he wouldn't. He wouldn't.
But there it was. Right there, sandwiched between that greedy little Harry Oppenheimer and Miss Greta Putnam with her messy plaits: one Harry Potter of 12 Grimmauld Place, London. Again.
Draco shrieked and tore his list to pieces, throwing them off the balcony and casting a quick Incendio on them for good measure as they drifted to the ground. He watched the ashes float away through the air.
There was no way. No way he was going back there. Gods! He'd said it right on his job application: Allergic to nuts, hippogriff dander, and speccy gits!
And yet, there Potter's name had been on his list. Draco scowled.
Potter was clearly trying to scam Tooth Fairy Industries. An adult wizard putting a tooth under his pillow... ludicrous. St. Mungo's always took care of adult teeth directly. Potter must've twisted the healers under his thumb to keep his, and all that to mock Draco and steal the children's Galleons while he was at it! That prat! Gods, would he never stop tormenting Draco at every turn? And then Draco had fallen into Potter's little joke, showing up right there in his bedroom, like he was some poor working class sod -- because Draco wasn't, even if he sort of was-- and Potter hadn't even had the decency to explain himself, ignoring Draco no matter how many times Draco'd poked at the smooth skin on his startlingly muscular shoulder.
No. Draco would not go back there.
Stomping over to his fireplace, he quickly Firecalled his boss. He'd bloody well had enough. He'd rather resign than stoop to being Potter's Fairy.
Merlin! What if Draco went and Potter's sheet was bunched down even further around his waist this time and Draco had to look at the upper bits of that shapely white arse! Draco'd never get that image out of his brain--
Pffffffffwwwwssshht.
Son of a Muggle, Draco thought as his wings popped out from his robes.
Gods. Potter ruined everything.
Next we have a wonderful story from this year's hd_holidays fest. Currently anonymous, I can't wait to find out who wrote this one.
Title: The Peacock Paladin and the King of the Emerald Court
Author: anon - edited after reveals - it was the wonderful megyal ♥
Rating :NC-17
Word Count: ~11,300
Warnings: Some violence (fighting/battle scenes).
Summary: Harry suffers from chronic headaches, and it affects his work and relationships. New pain-management techniques (and their provider) may just be the relief his life needs.
Why I loved it: Well! This story is a stunning mixture of fairy tales, dreams, poetry, romance, psychology and fantasy. It's also got a dream-Draco who wears sarongs, jewels, headdresses and feathers. He's got feathers in his eyelashes. In his eyelashes. *swoon*
Draco is a pain management specialist who uses some unusual techniques to help Harry with his pain. (Psst - he's a Veela, as well - another Veela! - but DON'T WORRY about that.) The developing relationship between Harry and Draco, both in the fantasy visualisations, and in real life, is compelling, dramatic, and *cough* really hot.
Excerpt:
As the sun rose, the darkness was pushed away and the courtyard swam into view. The grey stones were worn and cold, and the man standing there stared at the empty area. It was so quiet and still.
He was alone. Dressed in tattered robes clutched tightly to his nude form, and he was alone.
"No. You are not alone," someone said behind him, and he turned around in surprise. A tall, blond man stood there, dressed in rich finery. His high-collared robes were an iridescent green this moment, and blue the next. His lips were painted dark green, and peacock feathers seemed to be growing along with fine strands of hair.
"I know you," the first man said, smiling a little. "I know who you are. In a different place."
The finely dressed man gave him a slow, solemn nod. "In another place, we are indeed different. Here, we are not the same. You have immense power in this space. Name us."
"You are the Peacock Paladin, my guardian," the man, the king said with calm confidence. "I am the King of the Emerald Court."
The Peacock Paladin seemed distantly amused beneath his veneer of gravity. "The names you have bestowed are...pleasing to me. Now name your great enemy, that dragon which has tormented you for so long."
The Emerald King felt something move in the back of his mind, something monstrous and made of slippery smoke.
"The Beast of Shadows," he said, and his voice trembled.
My third rec is from a fest over on IJ called the hp_wankfest. This took place before I was active in the fandom, and I am pretty envious about the fact that there was a wankfest, I can tell you. I think we need a campaign to bring back the wankfest. It could be called Sexually Perverted Erotic Wankfest Earnestly Required, or S.P.E.W.E.R. Just tell me if you'd like a badge or t-shirt.
Title: Hard at Work
Author: who_la_hoop
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~2000
Warnings: Sauciness
Summary: The explanation for why Harry Potter is currently curled up in a corner of Draco Malfoy's bedroom, safely concealed by his invisibility cloak, is straightforward. The explanation for the unorthodox use to which he is currently putting his quill, less so.
Why I loved it: Look, I'll be frank: this is 2000 words of Harry masturbating with a feather, under his invisibility cloak, in Draco's bedroom. If it needs any further explanation as to why I loved it, then we are probably not going to see eye to eye on the matter anyway.
n.b. I must declare a partiality here: I have a big old crush on who_la_hoop (but as far as I can see, so has most of AO3, so pffffft).
Excerpt: Too saucy to quote from. *blushing all over* Just go and read it already.
Finally, to finish off (fnarr):
Title:Peacock Dreams
Artist: stellamoon
Rating:NC-17
Warnings:NSFW.
Why I loved it: You could repeat the notes for the previous rec, really, but OK, if I must. Here we have a very beautiful and naked Harry, having a whale of a time with some feathers which evidently remind him rather interestingly of Draco Malfoy. Harry's pose is delicious - he looks utterly lost in pleasure. I love the layered effect of the different parts of the art, and also the detailed and finely rendered cock, I mean, feathers! It's all about the feathers. I also like the outdoors setting with the additional beauty and kinkiness it brings.
And again I say - wankfest! If my final two recs for this week are indicative of what to expect from a wankfest, I think it's essential that another one be held immediately. Join me, S.P.E.W.E.R.s; let's hold an occupation right here in front of our computer screens, until our demands are met.
I'll be back next week with more recs for you (not at all feather-related) and I might even try to find some that are not NC-17. Anyway, thank you for reading (if you did), and please do leave lots of love for the authors and artists, if you enjoyed their work.
mods, please could I have an icmezzo tag? Thank you.