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Rec: Sweet Are The Uses
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dragonofmemoryWell, here we are at my final rec. Yup, that's right. You no longer have to suffer through me spamming the com with recs every day. Congratulations for surviving my babbling! It's been good times, and I was pleasantly surprised by the response to my challenges. Thank you all for putting up with me. However, all good things must come to an end, and so I leave you with one final fic.
Title: Sweet Are The Uses
Pairing: Three/Degado Master
Length: 4,000~ish
Summary: The Doctor is restless and goes for a stroll, meeting the Master and regaining something he lost along the way.
Warnings: Some porn, but not very graphic.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bagheera_san
Why this must be read:
For my final rec, I give you my personal favorite pairing. As I've previously said, Three really is my Doctor, but there's more to it than that. There's just a certain je ne sais quoi about Three and Delgado Master that is irresistible and flat out adorable at times. Despite him being an evil mastermind that I really should hate and despise, I can never escape a serial with Delgado Master without really wanting to cuddle him. He brings a gentlemanly charm about the character that no other actor has really done and you can't help but fall head over heels for him. Plus, that scene with Benton in Time Monster where he says "No, that's the oldest trick in the book" with a straight face has endlessly endeared me to him. I know. It's odd. But you try watching Time Monster without giggling hysterically at how cheesy it is, and not love it regardless.
Therefore, it's only fitting that I rec more Three/Delgado Master, especially the good kind. <3
The author lists this as PWP. This is an absurdly ridiculous statement; pay it no heed. I get bored with fics fairly quickly when it's nothing but sex and I was never bored with this fic. Therein lies a beautifully tragic plot that outlines the faults of the Third Doctor and Delgado Master with grace that is so hard to find in fic. And the sex is by far over-shone by the Doctor trying to find his way in the world he's trapped on. Which isn't to say the sex isn't good, since I'm sure it is, but, well, I've never been very good at discerning that sort of thing. I can discern plot goodness, and this fic has lots of it. <3
The extended metaphor of broken things (as seen at the start of it in the excerpt) is really one of my favorite things about this fic. The Third Doctor we see in this fic is 'broken' by the Time Lords and what they've done to his memory and it's the Master who sweeps in to take advantage of this. The fact that he inadvertently partially fixes the Doctor in the process works to his own disadvantage, and is all sorts of lovely angst and so very in character.
Speaking of character, I adore bagheera_san's Delgado Master voice. Overall, the characterization is superb, but with Delgado Master I really could hear him talking in my head as I read it and that made me want to cuddle him more. If we take the need to cuddle as my way to rate fics, the ending to this fic was a terrific success. Though I sincerely doubt the Master would let me cuddle him in any regeneration... Well, maybe Cheetah Master. Cats are always good for cuddling when they aren't tearing you to shreds. <3
Anyway, this is the last you have to listen to me ramble. I'm sure you all are very pleased to finally be done with me. So go read the fic and breathe a sigh of relief. XD
Excerpt:
He's found his way into a street market, busy on a Saturday afternoon, the spaces between the stalls crammed with people. There are antique sellers, and some who sell things that are barely above rubbish – the Doctor approves. Few things are so badly ruined that you should throw them away, and sometimes the broken things can be exceptionally beautiful.
His attention is heightened by the odd feeling that he isn't alone, and his senses sharpen as he takes in the multitude of sights and sounds, the crates full of books and furniture and vegetables, the stalls with colourful flowers, the chairs and tables in front of some of the cafés. Music drifts out, rock and roll mingling harmoniously with a duet of violin and piano from next door. Someone jostles him and apologizes, but he barely notices, his senses are drifting again, drawn, almost dreamlike, swaying in the noise and then, suddenly, he finds focus, and the presence that has lured him here withdraws.
He sits alone at a small table, legs crossed and leaning back in his chair, wearing a neat grey suit and a pale tie. In front of him on the white table sits a coffee cup, he's smoking a cigar and watching the Doctor. Their eyes meet and the Master smiles, slowly, and winks at him.
Link to the story: Sweet Are The Uses
Title: Sweet Are The Uses
Pairing: Three/Degado Master
Length: 4,000~ish
Summary: The Doctor is restless and goes for a stroll, meeting the Master and regaining something he lost along the way.
Warnings: Some porn, but not very graphic.
Author on LJ (or Teaspoon, or Prydonian):
bagheera_sanWhy this must be read:
For my final rec, I give you my personal favorite pairing. As I've previously said, Three really is my Doctor, but there's more to it than that. There's just a certain je ne sais quoi about Three and Delgado Master that is irresistible and flat out adorable at times. Despite him being an evil mastermind that I really should hate and despise, I can never escape a serial with Delgado Master without really wanting to cuddle him. He brings a gentlemanly charm about the character that no other actor has really done and you can't help but fall head over heels for him. Plus, that scene with Benton in Time Monster where he says "No, that's the oldest trick in the book" with a straight face has endlessly endeared me to him. I know. It's odd. But you try watching Time Monster without giggling hysterically at how cheesy it is, and not love it regardless.
Therefore, it's only fitting that I rec more Three/Delgado Master, especially the good kind. <3
The author lists this as PWP. This is an absurdly ridiculous statement; pay it no heed. I get bored with fics fairly quickly when it's nothing but sex and I was never bored with this fic. Therein lies a beautifully tragic plot that outlines the faults of the Third Doctor and Delgado Master with grace that is so hard to find in fic. And the sex is by far over-shone by the Doctor trying to find his way in the world he's trapped on. Which isn't to say the sex isn't good, since I'm sure it is, but, well, I've never been very good at discerning that sort of thing. I can discern plot goodness, and this fic has lots of it. <3
The extended metaphor of broken things (as seen at the start of it in the excerpt) is really one of my favorite things about this fic. The Third Doctor we see in this fic is 'broken' by the Time Lords and what they've done to his memory and it's the Master who sweeps in to take advantage of this. The fact that he inadvertently partially fixes the Doctor in the process works to his own disadvantage, and is all sorts of lovely angst and so very in character.
Speaking of character, I adore bagheera_san's Delgado Master voice. Overall, the characterization is superb, but with Delgado Master I really could hear him talking in my head as I read it and that made me want to cuddle him more. If we take the need to cuddle as my way to rate fics, the ending to this fic was a terrific success. Though I sincerely doubt the Master would let me cuddle him in any regeneration... Well, maybe Cheetah Master. Cats are always good for cuddling when they aren't tearing you to shreds. <3
Anyway, this is the last you have to listen to me ramble. I'm sure you all are very pleased to finally be done with me. So go read the fic and breathe a sigh of relief. XD
Excerpt:
He's found his way into a street market, busy on a Saturday afternoon, the spaces between the stalls crammed with people. There are antique sellers, and some who sell things that are barely above rubbish – the Doctor approves. Few things are so badly ruined that you should throw them away, and sometimes the broken things can be exceptionally beautiful.
His attention is heightened by the odd feeling that he isn't alone, and his senses sharpen as he takes in the multitude of sights and sounds, the crates full of books and furniture and vegetables, the stalls with colourful flowers, the chairs and tables in front of some of the cafés. Music drifts out, rock and roll mingling harmoniously with a duet of violin and piano from next door. Someone jostles him and apologizes, but he barely notices, his senses are drifting again, drawn, almost dreamlike, swaying in the noise and then, suddenly, he finds focus, and the presence that has lured him here withdraws.
He sits alone at a small table, legs crossed and leaning back in his chair, wearing a neat grey suit and a pale tie. In front of him on the white table sits a coffee cup, he's smoking a cigar and watching the Doctor. Their eyes meet and the Master smiles, slowly, and winks at him.
Link to the story: Sweet Are The Uses
