Transfigurations and Invisible to See are exquisite. Thanks for the post of links, I'm still rebuilding my book marks after my hard drive crash.
Oliver ,'Conviction (1)'
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
I'll second the recs for A.J. Hall, Fay, and Resonant, and add that if you're even the slightest bit tempted by Sirius/Remus, you must go to victoria's journal NOW and read many, many good stories.
If you like well-written and funny, try Hal (Draco's Big Date is my personal favourite); or if you fancy something a bit darker (not that every thing she likes is dark, that's just my impression of the way the recs tend), try switchknife's recs.
When you've done all that, you may need to play the drinking game.
Me? No, I'm not really in Harry Potter fandom. Look! Pyramids!
A new Domestic Piranhas story! I didn't even know it was in the works, so I've only just started reading, but it promises to be good (it may help you to read the other stories first, because without them it's not the most sense-making AU in the world).
Squeee!
AHHH!! Off to read.
This is the most recent section of a WiP, so maybe I shouldn't be reccing it, but I was so delighted I just had to share:
Martha wrote Jack O'Neill/Wesley Wyndam-Price.
Oh, man. Nikita writer is back with a bang. Or a thud.
The Prince walked proudly, his graceful steps echoing in the mostly empty space, while the silent gait of the pretty blonde besides him was faultlessly feminine and innately staid.
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Michael finally disabled whatever listening device could be found in the area and turned to Nikita, tenderly holding both her hands in his, it had been months since he had tried to make psychical contact with her.
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“I must pledge my outmost ability to the rebuilding of the planet, put aside all my needs and wants…”
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Sir Birkoff bowed almost in-perceivably
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He was a stranger and in self consolation thought of a Billy Joel song lyric, ‘… we all have a face that we hide away forever and we take them out and show ourselves when everyone has gone…they're the faces of the stranger but we love to try them on…’
Nikita smiled internally this time, the old song her great grandmother sang to help the child sleep was so appropriate for this man and wondered if it had been just as appropriate for Michael’s great grandfather too?
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In an unusual silent show of support and caring and absolutely not minding the watchers who were surely there by now, Prince Michael searched for Nikita’s hand and gave it a tiny squeeze, as the New York piano man played quietly in the recesses of their mind...
Dana, put down the bad fic and walk away.
Or is this going to take an intervention?
Are you kidding? This is the most I've laughed in a while.
I think it's the image of a tiny Billy Joel that really pushes it over the edge.