H/D + Pretty Imagery = Love
It seems that I have a different cry button than most people.
Cry button #1: Tree-growing scenes (Totoro! Good Omens!)
Cry button #2: Draco & house elf moments (Not like _that_ OMGWhatAreYouThinking?!111)
There's that scene where Harry gave Kreacher to Draco in Maya's Quality of Mercy. And today I read that Draco and Dobby scene in lomonaaeren's latest installment of Inter Vivos (H/D, WIP, AU from CoS.)
Here are two H/D fics with lovely imagery. The first one is angsty, but the second one should restore the balance of your emotional make up or some such rot.
1) At first the fic reads like AU or de-aging, but it's not. It's Epilogue-compliant ;_;
And OMG I didn't notice the echoes to The Little Prince when I first read this fic <333 *gibbers*
:♥: Hibiscus by megyal (H/D, ~7.3 K, Angst, PG)
Summary: Too short a time in paradise.
The spy (a boy who might be younger than Draco, he's so very small) curls up against the tree tightly, his head pressed against his knees with his arms wrapped around his legs, just as Draco had been sitting on his favourite rock. The boy shivers as Draco steps close, dry leaves crackling under his pale feet.
"Who are you?" Draco asks in a low voice, and a small bird with iridescent black and emerald feathers flits right between them, as if in some form of response. The boy tucks into himself even more, his narrow shoulder-blades jutting up out of his back defensively. He has a lot of dark hair; it curls and twists riotous inky splendour, seeming to bristle at Draco as he kneels close.
"Who are you?" Draco repeats and kneels on the cool ground. "What do you want?"
2) If your vision of Draco is furiosity's Draco, you probably won't like this second fic. If jennavere's and enchanted_jae's Draco is your guilty pleasure, you definitely will like this fic. When it seems OoC or AU, just go with the flow and enjoy the ride! The appeal of the fic is the otherworldliness, mmmkay.
ETA 5:56 p.m.: Highlight for spoilery warning here: mpreg.
:♥: The Clay Jar by mahoganyhandle (H/D; Snaco; Draco/Others, R, ~31k)
Summary: Draco simply loves to be spoiled. So he's decided to try his hand at being a kept boy.
Request: magical books, fairy tales, genderfuckery, mischief, Sexy!Draco and TightLippedSexMachine!Snape.
Most of his customers were powerful, older, married men. They'd sit around and chat, sipping fine vintages of wine or hard liquor, and watch him for hours before picking up an expensive trinket for their wives and fondling the clay jar on the counter as they paid. They liked to dote on and pet him, and Draco didn't mind their propensity to touch; he was used to that sort of attention from his parents, anyway, who still hadn't given up their rights to coddle him. If it were up to them, Draco supposed, he'd still be in frilly white lace robes with bonnets and possibly nursing.
One day, then, as one of his regular customers prepared to go, the man pulled him close, kissed him chastely on the mouth and pinched his toosh. Stiffening, Draco exhaled through flared nostrils and glanced up at the cheeky fellow who'd taken unexpected liberties with his person. The man tipped his hat and said he'd be back on Thursday. Draco nodded numbly. When the man left, his cloak snapping in the high wind, Draco turned back to his other customers, whose eyes gleamed with eagerness and mirth as they beckoned him over.
(Also, there's going to be a sequel! \o/ Yayayay)
(X-posted @ IJ)
Cry button #1: Tree-growing scenes (Totoro! Good Omens!)
Cry button #2: Draco & house elf moments (Not like _that_ OMGWhatAreYouThinking?!111)
There's that scene where Harry gave Kreacher to Draco in Maya's Quality of Mercy. And today I read that Draco and Dobby scene in lomonaaeren's latest installment of Inter Vivos (H/D, WIP, AU from CoS.)
Here are two H/D fics with lovely imagery. The first one is angsty, but the second one should restore the balance of your emotional make up or some such rot.
1) At first the fic reads like AU or de-aging, but it's not. It's Epilogue-compliant ;_;
And OMG I didn't notice the echoes to The Little Prince when I first read this fic <333 *gibbers*
:♥: Hibiscus by megyal (H/D, ~7.3 K, Angst, PG)
Summary: Too short a time in paradise.
The spy (a boy who might be younger than Draco, he's so very small) curls up against the tree tightly, his head pressed against his knees with his arms wrapped around his legs, just as Draco had been sitting on his favourite rock. The boy shivers as Draco steps close, dry leaves crackling under his pale feet.
"Who are you?" Draco asks in a low voice, and a small bird with iridescent black and emerald feathers flits right between them, as if in some form of response. The boy tucks into himself even more, his narrow shoulder-blades jutting up out of his back defensively. He has a lot of dark hair; it curls and twists riotous inky splendour, seeming to bristle at Draco as he kneels close.
"Who are you?" Draco repeats and kneels on the cool ground. "What do you want?"
2) If your vision of Draco is furiosity's Draco, you probably won't like this second fic. If jennavere's and enchanted_jae's Draco is your guilty pleasure, you definitely will like this fic. When it seems OoC or AU, just go with the flow and enjoy the ride! The appeal of the fic is the otherworldliness, mmmkay.
ETA 5:56 p.m.: Highlight for spoilery warning here: mpreg.
:♥: The Clay Jar by mahoganyhandle (H/D; Snaco; Draco/Others, R, ~31k)
Summary: Draco simply loves to be spoiled. So he's decided to try his hand at being a kept boy.
Request: magical books, fairy tales, genderfuckery, mischief, Sexy!Draco and TightLippedSexMachine!Snape.
Most of his customers were powerful, older, married men. They'd sit around and chat, sipping fine vintages of wine or hard liquor, and watch him for hours before picking up an expensive trinket for their wives and fondling the clay jar on the counter as they paid. They liked to dote on and pet him, and Draco didn't mind their propensity to touch; he was used to that sort of attention from his parents, anyway, who still hadn't given up their rights to coddle him. If it were up to them, Draco supposed, he'd still be in frilly white lace robes with bonnets and possibly nursing.
One day, then, as one of his regular customers prepared to go, the man pulled him close, kissed him chastely on the mouth and pinched his toosh. Stiffening, Draco exhaled through flared nostrils and glanced up at the cheeky fellow who'd taken unexpected liberties with his person. The man tipped his hat and said he'd be back on Thursday. Draco nodded numbly. When the man left, his cloak snapping in the high wind, Draco turned back to his other customers, whose eyes gleamed with eagerness and mirth as they beckoned him over.
(Also, there's going to be a sequel! \o/ Yayayay)
(X-posted @ IJ)