I’m Cicci and I’m your reccer for the week! This is my third time reccing, and I’ve enjoyed it immensely the other two times. I alternate between being a Donna/Doctor and Ten/Rose-shipper, I love a well-written sex scenes and I’m passionately interested in feminism and gender issues. I also read way too much hurt/comfort for my own good.
Without further ado, let’s start the week off with some really good sex.
Word Count: 1108
Author’s Summary: Rose enjoys the view.
Character/Pairings: Tenth Doctor/Rose
Warnings: Explicit Sex
Sinecure does the seemingly impossible in this little gem of a fic: writing PWP that’s technically just sex but no plot, but really so much more. We don’t know anything about the Doctor’s and Rose’s relationship in this fic, we don’t know where in their time lines we are, and in fact, we don’t even know what led them to have sex here in the first place.
But we don’t need to.
Sinecure shows perfectly how to build an entire story that’s just implied, but without leaving the reader unsatisfied. We don’t need to know the details because we understand anyway.
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Story: Three To Tango
Word Count: 1436
Author’s Summary: The true story of what happened on the way back to Paris. (Probably.)
Character/Pairings: Fourth Doctor, Romana, Duggan
Warnings: Explicit Sex, Swearing
Okay, there are other reasons. For example, this fic is also hilarious, hot, and very well written. Biichan has nailed Four and Romana’s condescending City of Death patter. Poor Duggan is obviously in way over his head, but he’s not adverse to confusing circumstances. In fact, he seems rather to be enjoying them…
“So do you live here, in this box of yours?” Duggan asked, peering around the roundish room with its white walls. There were circle things on the walls. He couldn’t remember at first what they were called.
“Oh yes,” said Romana, smiling at him. The Doctor didn’t smile, but he’d stuck his head under the mushroom-shaped thing in the center and was doing something with tools.
He looked around the room. There wasn’t a bed. “But where do you sleep?”
“I don’t need to, much,” said Romana. “A few hours every few nights, that’s all. I do have a room with a bed in it, though. Would you like to see it?”
“Sure,” Duggan said casually. “Why not?”
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Story: Felis Catus Temporus
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 6032
Author’s Summary: The Doctor needs Peri’s help, but can she stop laughing long enough? (This fic has evolved into a series of unrelated cat stories.)
Character/Pairings: Sixth Doctor, Fifth Doctor, Third Doctor, Second Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Peri Brown, Tegan Jovanka, Nyssa, Ace McShane, Second doctor, Polly Wright, Ben Jackson, Jamie McCrimmon, Jo Grant, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, Delgado!Master, Amy Pond, Rory Williams, Sarah-Jane Smith, K-9
Awwww, who’s a kitty! Mostly the Doctor. Though several companions, enemies, and by-standers are also affected by acute Felis Catus Temporus in this adorable sequence of fic which answers several important, kitty-related questions such as: What happens when K-9 meets a kitty? Do kitties get along with nitro-9? Can you put a kitty in a fez?
If you want to know, read on and find out (just be aware that the resulting cute may leave you incapacitated with kitty!love for an unspecified duration…)
"While you were out gallivanting around, I was busy with some routine TARDIS maintenance. I don’t know how it happened but somehow the chameleon circuit got crossed with the…"
"Doctor," said Peri, a hint of a smile playing about her lips, "you’re a kitty."
"A kitty? A kitty?! I, Perpugilliam Brown, am NOT a ‘kitty’! I’m temporarily disguised as a member of the genus felis, or more appropriately felis sylvestris catus."
Peri wobbled a bit where she sat. “So…you’re a kitty.”
"If you want to get technical about it, I would appear to be a Maine Coon. Suits me well, I think. The breed is known for it’s above-average intelligence-"
"You’re a chubby kitty." She leaned forward awkwardly and poked him in the stomach.
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Thanks to the amazing members of this comm, we’ve gone from having no one in the reccing queue to booking dates in November. I am really grateful; the comm literally does not exist without you, and so many of you stepped up to help.
(Of course, if you haven’t volunteered to rec yet and want to, the sign-up post is always open! But the immediate crisis is over.)
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Author: Maria Law
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 3536
Author’s Summary: On a cold night in November, Grace Holloway meets the one person she never thought to meet again. The Doctor is lonely and looking to make a connection. Can the two of them sort things out?
Character/Pairings: Ninth Doctor, Grace Holloway
Much has been written under the “Nine visits an old friend after the Time War” theme. It’s one of those well-loved tropes that can fuel a thousand fics (and more) without getting old. Of those thousands of fics, however, this is the only one I know of that features Nine getting brained with a zucchini.
There’s also great characterization, zesty dialogue, and lush descriptions.Wary manages to strike a balance between well-handled Time War angst and moments of laugh-out-loud funny, without feeling disjointed. The result is a great fic that takes angst and makes it bright without making it trivial. I hope it brightens your day too.
He took a step forward and Grace knew she was going to have to defend herself. She took a swing aimed at his head with the only thing that she had in her hands; the long, thick, deep green zucchini that she had purchased earlier at the supermarket. The vegetable connected with her would-be attacker’s left ear with a loud thunk.
"Ouch!" He yelped as he cupped his ear. "What was that for?"
Grace danced from foot to foot, wielding the vegetable like a miniature baseball bat. “Oh, come off it, buddy! You were going to mug me - or worse, ravish me!”
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Story: Mother’s Maiden Name:__________
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 545
Author’s Summary: The Doctor makes battle with NHS paperwork.
Character/Pairings: Tenth Doctor
Sometimes you need a smile and this fic is good at supplying one. Its a silly bit of paperwork that’s thrust at Ten moments before the beginning of Smith & Jones, and the Doctor fills it out… creatively, though also with surprising honesty.
‘Past medical history?’ Died nine times… got beaten up several… hundred… decapitated hand… two hearts…
I’ll just put ‘some’ shall I?
Suh… uh… muh.
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Story: I see, I see (And It Sees Into Me)
Word Count: 4814
Author’s Summary: It was unusual to have a High Inquisitor from Senior Command come for an inspection in the middle of wartime to begin with. It was even more unusual for that same HI to arrive with not one, but two advisors; those advisors carrying their own ranks and insignia from the upper echelons of Command. Commendante Rychtell didn’t know whether to be flattered or frightened, but he figured a good dose of both wouldn’t hurt.
Character/Pairings: Eleventh Doctor, Clara Oswald, Amy Pond, Others
Warnings: Graphic Horror
Where to begin? There are several things going on in this fic which I love, but since this needs to be a concise rec and not an essay here are the main three:
1. The trippy, confusing, cold opening, which drop kicks you straight into this wonderfully complex tangle of a story. I say confusing, but it’s confusing in that good, brilliant way where it’s supposed to be a bit baffling until you hit about mid-way through and then, suddenly, everything snaps into place with a chilling logic that makes want to re-read everything that’s gone before.
2. Commendante Rychtell. As villains go, he’s despicable in the worst ways possible. Except… he’s also so completely human. I enjoyed the complex world-building standing behind this character, but even more so, I enjoyed how he was dealt with at the end and what this says about Eleven and his own demons, and the choices we all make and live with.
3. Eleven and all of his companions, past and present. They’re just gorgeous together. Always.
“Future echoes,” he mused, fussing over the consoles with a handkerchief, stopping only to blow a spot of imaginary dust away from the vectoring controls.
“Future what?” Clara asked, breezing into the doors as she always did, complete confidence in every step, smile crooked at one corner of her mouth. “Are you talking to yourself again?”
“Sometimes that’s the only intelligent conversation to be found,” the Time Lord grumbled, shooting a glare at Clara when the TARDIS protested with a wheezing groan. “Sorry, dear — I didn’t mean to exclude you.”
“Well, I only just got here,” Clara said brightly. “And that doesn’t answer the question.”
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I hate to capslock at you, but seriously: we’re out. clocketpatch will be reccing for the next couple of weeks, and ffutures has graciously volunteered for another stint in September, but other than that, my reccing calendar is empty.
Please, please, please: if you’ve ever thought about reccing but have never stepped forward, now’s the time. If you’ve recced before and want to try again, now’s the time. If you’re not sure if you want to rec, contact me, and I’ll
talk you into it answer any questions you have about it. And if you have friends who might want to rec, please share this post with them.
Reccing periods last two weeks; complete rules and sign-up instructions in this post. Thanks, everyone, for any help you can offer here.
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Story: A Portrait of Goodbye
Author: Styrofoam monster
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 376
Author’s Summary: Strange how one can say so much without uttering a word. The Doctor and Martha converse.
Characters/Pairings: Tenth Doctor, Martha Jones
Recced because: Ever since the Third Doctor greeted Liz Shaw in the eyebrow-waggling language of Delphon, we’ve known that the Doctor can converse in non-verbal tongues. So when Martha’s body language inadvertantly reveals her feelings, the Doctor is compelled to reply in the same manner, even if his companion can’t understand what he’s saying – which is really for the best from the Tenth Doctor’s perspective, as it always was easier anyway for him to hide his most personal thoughts rather than express them outright. This is a short story (too short for an excerpt), but it packs quite an emotional punch for something that doesn’t even hit 400 words.
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Story: Still Life
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 934
Author’s Summary: “The most tranquil place in the universe, and you’re lamenting a lack of ungulates.”
Characters/Pairings: Eleven, Amy/Rory, the TARDIS
Recced because: Okay, this story was written for a prompt I left in last year’s Eleventyfest fic exchange, but I’d rec it anyway, because it’s as soothing and tranquil as the Eye of Orion itself. Besides, sometimes (usually Mondays), you need something soothing and tranquil. It’s a deceptively simple slice-of-life piece that serves as a lovely coda for “The Doctor’s Wife,” in which everyone, Time Lord, companions, and TARDIS, gets a much-needed moment of peace after a difficult ordeal.
“Do not—" Amy pointed a finger at him and he stopped for a moment mid-pick, but still brought the small sprigs pinched between his fingers to the tip of his tongue. Amy grimaced, before continuing, resigned. "—put that moss in your mouth, Raggedy Man."
The Doctor chewed, spat, and flicked the rest of the moss from his fingers to the ground. “Permian age,” he said, looking pointedly at Amy. “Relatively speaking. This planet’s Permian age, must be.” He smoothed his jacket, ignoring Amy’s eyeroll.
"You can taste the time,” Rory said.
"Not exactly." The Doctor waved a hand, clearly glad Rory had brought it up and trying to be nonchalant about it. "But basically … yes."
Amy tossed her hair. “Show-off.”
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