Oh. My. God. I finished reading this, and let out the world hugest exhale, and then sort of slumped in my chair, and I feel like I've been put in a blender, and held at knife point, and given a bunch of roses and a bar of chocolate and some champagne all at the same time. And then someone took my photo and the flash got in my eyes, and then they pushed me over, but I landed on pillows. OH MY GOD BIRDS. I HAVE SO MANY CONFLICTING EMOTIONS! AND THERE WAS SO MUCH COCK-SUCKING! AND *whimpers* some of Scorp's come got on Draco's dick as well as Albus's face and, like, sjkdhsdjkhds?? jsdd? AJGS??
I believe I said to you that I was concerned this fic would break both my heart, and my loins, and holy hell, I was not wrong. I do not remember the last time I read a fic and had so many conflicting emotions. Yes, actually I do, it was Euphoria LOL. I DON’T KNOW WHICH BIT TO TALK ABOUT FIRST!
Ok, first up, I adore the way you write Scorpius and Al, and you have created the most astoundingly sympathetic creature in Scorpius. I get real pangs of emotion when you do things to him, it's intense, to the point where I wanted to punch Draco for pushing Scorpius out of the way (Draco, you COCK), kiss Draco for holding Scorpius' arm when he lost his footing as he came (NRGHHHHAHJGAHJGShjGSGHAGSGSGHS!), strangle Al for being complicit in Draco's arseholeness (stop looking adoringly at Draco, Al, it's hurting Scorp!), un-strangle Al because he is a darling and Scorpius is so besotted with him (I know you don't mean to hurt anyone, Albus, you just want them both so much and want everything to be fine and everyone is happy, and Draco, you COCK! You gorgeous, wonderful, bastard COCK!).
God, when Draco nudged Scorpius aside, ARGH I wanted to kick Draco out of the room and scream NO YOU CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS IF YOU CAN’T BLOODY SHARE lmao. It was tremendously visceral, lol, how desperately I wanted him to stop being such an arse, but at the same bloody time I was like *whispers* keep being such an arse, Draco! *covers face*
Like, you really nailed that, tipping the scales so I was right there with Scorpius, hurt and angry with Draco, and at the same time refusing to sit in the chair and not be involved, enjoying the highs that came with this dangerous dynamic and not wanting to stop even when it was starting to feel bad. I had a moment, a real moment, of panic when I thought, this can't end well. This is going to end with Draco unceremoniously letting Scorpius get his heart broken, and then telling Scorpius it was his fault in the first place. And let me tell you, when I read this line:
I wish I could tell him everything I feel. My dad’s arm is around me, holding me steady. Al shudders and moans at our feet, the last of my orgasm shivers through me, hot and joyful and thrilling, and I’m thinking, I’m so lucky. I’m so bloody lucky.
My heart soared, literally soared, out of my chest, and into the computer screen with a loud and happy splat, because SOMEHOW, everything is ok. How did you do that?!?! How? THANK YOU for making Scorpius feel ok, and THANK YOU for that arm Draco put around him. And oh my god, THANK YOU for putting them all in the bath, warm and safe and happy, and argh. Such a roller-coaster of emotions. I loved that imagery, of Draco and Scorpius chatting and niggling at each other goodnaturedly over Albus's sleepy head, and even the little moments there of narkiness and jealously couldn't dampen the overall impression that this situation, and this three-way relationship, is somehow tenable, and I am just floored that you manage this. That you take it right to that brink where Draco is just pushing too far, where it seems Scorpius is going to crack, and then bring it right back, and you realise he pushed just far enough, and that's half of the (all of the?) appeal, and that Scorpius is fine, he can hold his own, and he's there for the thrill of dancing on the knife blade as much as the other two are (more than, maybe?). It's masterful, is what it is.
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Date: 2016-06-06 11:38 am (UTC)Oh. My. God. I finished reading this, and let out the world hugest exhale, and then sort of slumped in my chair, and I feel like I've been put in a blender, and held at knife point, and given a bunch of roses and a bar of chocolate and some champagne all at the same time. And then someone took my photo and the flash got in my eyes, and then they pushed me over, but I landed on pillows. OH MY GOD BIRDS. I HAVE SO MANY CONFLICTING EMOTIONS! AND THERE WAS SO MUCH COCK-SUCKING! AND *whimpers* some of Scorp's come got on Draco's dick as well as Albus's face and, like, sjkdhsdjkhds?? jsdd? AJGS??
I believe I said to you that I was concerned this fic would break both my heart, and my loins, and holy hell, I was not wrong. I do not remember the last time I read a fic and had so many conflicting emotions. Yes, actually I do, it was Euphoria LOL. I DON’T KNOW WHICH BIT TO TALK ABOUT FIRST!
Ok, first up, I adore the way you write Scorpius and Al, and you have created the most astoundingly sympathetic creature in Scorpius. I get real pangs of emotion when you do things to him, it's intense, to the point where I wanted to punch Draco for pushing Scorpius out of the way (Draco, you COCK), kiss Draco for holding Scorpius' arm when he lost his footing as he came (NRGHHHHAHJGAHJGShjGSGHAGSGSGHS!), strangle Al for being complicit in Draco's arseholeness (stop looking adoringly at Draco, Al, it's hurting Scorp!), un-strangle Al because he is a darling and Scorpius is so besotted with him (I know you don't mean to hurt anyone, Albus, you just want them both so much and want everything to be fine and everyone is happy, and Draco, you COCK! You gorgeous, wonderful, bastard COCK!).
God, when Draco nudged Scorpius aside, ARGH I wanted to kick Draco out of the room and scream NO YOU CAN’T HAVE NICE THINGS IF YOU CAN’T BLOODY SHARE lmao. It was tremendously visceral, lol, how desperately I wanted him to stop being such an arse, but at the same bloody time I was like *whispers* keep being such an arse, Draco! *covers face*
Like, you really nailed that, tipping the scales so I was right there with Scorpius, hurt and angry with Draco, and at the same time refusing to sit in the chair and not be involved, enjoying the highs that came with this dangerous dynamic and not wanting to stop even when it was starting to feel bad. I had a moment, a real moment, of panic when I thought, this can't end well. This is going to end with Draco unceremoniously letting Scorpius get his heart broken, and then telling Scorpius it was his fault in the first place. And let me tell you, when I read this line:
I wish I could tell him everything I feel. My dad’s arm is around me, holding me steady. Al shudders and moans at our feet, the last of my orgasm shivers through me, hot and joyful and thrilling, and I’m thinking, I’m so lucky. I’m so bloody lucky.
My heart soared, literally soared, out of my chest, and into the computer screen with a loud and happy splat, because SOMEHOW, everything is ok. How did you do that?!?! How? THANK YOU for making Scorpius feel ok, and THANK YOU for that arm Draco put around him. And oh my god, THANK YOU for putting them all in the bath, warm and safe and happy, and argh. Such a roller-coaster of emotions. I loved that imagery, of Draco and Scorpius chatting and niggling at each other goodnaturedly over Albus's sleepy head, and even the little moments there of narkiness and jealously couldn't dampen the overall impression that this situation, and this three-way relationship, is somehow tenable, and I am just floored that you manage this. That you take it right to that brink where Draco is just pushing too far, where it seems Scorpius is going to crack, and then bring it right back, and you realise he pushed just far enough, and that's half of the (all of the?) appeal, and that Scorpius is fine, he can hold his own, and he's there for the thrill of dancing on the knife blade as much as the other two are (more than, maybe?). It's masterful, is what it is.