Whoa. Where do I start? Epic 16K fic deserves epic comment, so I shall flail and thereby embarrass myself on the internets for posterity and not give a damn.
Only you. Only you could get me to read Harry/Ginny. And predictably, I loved it, because you are a comic-romantic porn-writing genius.
Typical of Daye fic, you had me cackling from the very beginning. Lines like:
Approximately two thousand years later Harry’s lack of multitasking skills began to show an incongruously cheerful outlook on life for a law enforcement official
Priceless. I envy your wry humor and clever use of hyperbole. More: Harry Potter has a morbid sense of humor that somehow manages to be both arrogant and self-deprecating at the same time. You absolutely nail that.
Then there are the other many non-porn things that you rock. In this fic, the description of Grimmauld Place really stands out to me because it feels so canon, but at the same time, you use it to full advantage to show the ominous state of Harry's thoughts. The stakeout scene is likewise phenomenal, especially afterwards when they get their arses handed to them. And blue drinks! And the fact that Harry dusts when he's bored. And a charm that makes clothes take themselves off is absolute brilliance because I get so tired of people just banishing their clothes away.
OK, now all that's out of the way, I can talk about the sex. :D
The H/G smut scene that was driven by Harry's increasing sexual tension with Parvati and so frantic and unexpected that it almost borders on adulterous? HOT HOT HOT. Semi-clothed sex wins everything. And phrases like this - each thrust needing more effort than the last - are keyboard-mashing goodness.
Unresolved sexual tension, how do I love thee? Cupboard kissing is made of win. When Harry grabbed Parvati's arm, I almost lost it. Snogging scene in Hogwarts corridor is even better. The rucked-up skirt, and the grinding, and the bell going off right on time to leave the reader panting. Perfection.
First time sex. You had to go there. Because, you know, this fic just wasn't explosive enough already. Something hit me as I read that scene. I realized that your smut never feels cheesy to me. How do you do that? God, I even find my own smut cheesy half the time. But yours just feels like... good sex. Dirty sex. Good, dirty sex that's also funny and romantic and awkward when it needs to be. But mostly good. (And dirty.) Smut is in the details (life is in the details), and damn if you don't milk description for all it's worth.
The threesome was... I have no words because I stopped taking notes at that point and pretty much just sat here trying not to cry because no one else writes stuff like this.
Oh wait, I did have one note. Parvati's braid hanging down Ginny's back was a stroke of genius.
And ah, Harry. Your Harry. He is so emotionally inept, and he has all of the intimacy issues here that one would expect from an orphan who also happened to be the Chosen One. And he always acts before he thinks, period, and yes, Parvati, All men are built that way. But somehow, I still love him, and I still end up rooting for him to have the time of his life with two women at the same time.
Besides, I’ll bet Lavender hasn’t had a threesome yet. <--- best line in the fic
This settles it. I will now be forced to harass you mercilessly until you single-handedly fill the depressing m/f/f void in this fandom. Or, you know, just bug you to write more porn. Bravo, maestro.
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Only you. Only you could get me to read Harry/Ginny. And predictably, I loved it, because you are a comic-romantic porn-writing genius.
Typical of Daye fic, you had me cackling from the very beginning. Lines like:
Priceless. I envy your wry humor and clever use of hyperbole. More: Harry Potter has a morbid sense of humor that somehow manages to be both arrogant and self-deprecating at the same time. You absolutely nail that.
Then there are the other many non-porn things that you rock. In this fic, the description of Grimmauld Place really stands out to me because it feels so canon, but at the same time, you use it to full advantage to show the ominous state of Harry's thoughts. The stakeout scene is likewise phenomenal, especially afterwards when they get their arses handed to them. And blue drinks! And the fact that Harry dusts when he's bored. And a charm that makes clothes take themselves off is absolute brilliance because I get so tired of people just banishing their clothes away.
OK, now all that's out of the way, I can talk about the sex. :D
The H/G smut scene that was driven by Harry's increasing sexual tension with Parvati and so frantic and unexpected that it almost borders on adulterous? HOT HOT HOT. Semi-clothed sex wins everything. And phrases like this - each thrust needing more effort than the last - are keyboard-mashing goodness.
Unresolved sexual tension, how do I love thee? Cupboard kissing is made of win. When Harry grabbed Parvati's arm, I almost lost it. Snogging scene in Hogwarts corridor is even better. The rucked-up skirt, and the grinding, and the bell going off right on time to leave the reader panting. Perfection.
First time sex. You had to go there. Because, you know, this fic just wasn't explosive enough already. Something hit me as I read that scene. I realized that your smut never feels cheesy to me. How do you do that? God, I even find my own smut cheesy half the time. But yours just feels like... good sex. Dirty sex. Good, dirty sex that's also funny and romantic and awkward when it needs to be. But mostly good. (And dirty.) Smut is in the details (life is in the details), and damn if you don't milk description for all it's worth.
The threesome was... I have no words because I stopped taking notes at that point and pretty much just sat here trying not to cry because no one else writes stuff like this.
Oh wait, I did have one note. Parvati's braid hanging down Ginny's back was a stroke of genius.
And ah, Harry. Your Harry. He is so emotionally inept, and he has all of the intimacy issues here that one would expect from an orphan who also happened to be the Chosen One. And he always acts before he thinks, period, and yes, Parvati, All men are built that way. But somehow, I still love him, and I still end up rooting for him to have the time of his life with two women at the same time.
Besides, I’ll bet Lavender hasn’t had a threesome yet. <--- best line in the fic
This settles it. I will now be forced to harass you mercilessly until you single-handedly fill the depressing m/f/f void in this fandom. Or, you know, just bug you to write more porn. Bravo, maestro.