Whew! This was brilliant. I usually don't like slave fics and tend to avoid them diligently. (Let me tell you it was only my familiarity and love of your work that caused me to give this one a chance. And I'm so glad that I did.) I don't like the humiliation aspect of slave fics. But yours didn't have that.
This has got to be the best and most tastefully done slave fic I've ever read. It's totally believable that after all he's been through in his life, that Harry would choose to have someone else in control.
This passage is my absolute favorite in this fic. To me it sums Harry's life and his relationship with Draco beautifully.
"“When I’m with you, I’m calm,” he said. “I’m relaxed. Even though the war’s over, my mind and body are still fighting it. I’m aware and alert of the smallest thing at all times. I get insanely suspicious of the tiniest deviation from any routine. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve drawn my wand on Ron or Hermione, even.” He swallowed. One of those times he had drawn his wand on Ginny, and that had been the end of their relationship. She could tolerate many things, but not the distrust implied by that gesture.
“I like it when you touch me forcefully, when you tell me to do something—“
“Why?” Draco interrupted. He shifted his left leg, crossing it over the right, and for the first time Harry understood that he might not be the only nervous one. “If you just want calm and relaxation, there are plenty of other solutions for you. Certain potions, a structured routine set by a Mind-Healer—“
“No,” Harry whispered. “I don’t trust any of them enough, Mind-Healers or apothecaries or anyone else. I trust you. I want to choose to stop making choices. To put the power in your hands. To do what you tell me.” He was shivering now the way he shivered when Draco pressed the potion down his throat. “I think I’ve been looking for someone to surrender to all my life. I had plenty of people to fight with and against and for, and most of them looked up to me and accepted me as their champion, or looked down on me and accepted me as their enemy. So that lack of someone who would accept my surrender and not make me suffer for it stood out.” He shivered again, and drew a deep breath. “And now, I want to be the one doing the accepting.”
I really enjoyed this. Thank you for taking something that I never thought I'd like (slave fics) and making it touching and engaging.
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Date: 2008-08-12 07:46 pm (UTC)This has got to be the best and most tastefully done slave fic I've ever read. It's totally believable that after all he's been through in his life, that Harry would choose to have someone else in control.
This passage is my absolute favorite in this fic. To me it sums Harry's life and his relationship with Draco beautifully.
"“When I’m with you, I’m calm,” he said. “I’m relaxed. Even though the war’s over, my mind and body are still fighting it. I’m aware and alert of the smallest thing at all times. I get insanely suspicious of the tiniest deviation from any routine. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve drawn my wand on Ron or Hermione, even.” He swallowed. One of those times he had drawn his wand on Ginny, and that had been the end of their relationship. She could tolerate many things, but not the distrust implied by that gesture.
“I like it when you touch me forcefully, when you tell me to do something—“
“Why?” Draco interrupted. He shifted his left leg, crossing it over the right, and for the first time Harry understood that he might not be the only nervous one. “If you just want calm and relaxation, there are plenty of other solutions for you. Certain potions, a structured routine set by a Mind-Healer—“
“No,” Harry whispered. “I don’t trust any of them enough, Mind-Healers or apothecaries or anyone else. I trust you. I want to choose to stop making choices. To put the power in your hands. To do what you tell me.” He was shivering now the way he shivered when Draco pressed the potion down his throat. “I think I’ve been looking for someone to surrender to all my life. I had plenty of people to fight with and against and for, and most of them looked up to me and accepted me as their champion, or looked down on me and accepted me as their enemy. So that lack of someone who would accept my surrender and not make me suffer for it stood out.” He shivered again, and drew a deep breath. “And now, I want to be the one doing the accepting.”
I really enjoyed this. Thank you for taking something that I never thought I'd like (slave fics) and making it touching and engaging.