10 Favorite Characters Game

10 favorite characters game

Name 10 favourite characters from 10 different things then tag 10 people

1. Severus Snape / Harry Potter series 2. Chihiro / Spirited Away 3. Harry Crewe / The Blue Sword 4. Edward Elric / Fullmetal Alchemist 5.  Phèdre nó Delaunay / Kushiel’s Legacy series 6. Elizabeth Bennett / Pride and Prejudice 7. Roland Deschain / The Dark Tower series 8. Kohaku / Wish 9. Rosalind Hawkins / The Fire Rose 10. Kestrel / Queen of Wands

I was tagged by @ghosttrope to participate in this fun tag game! I had to think about it for awhile before I came up with my answers. I guess I’ll try this tagging thing. @crazyconglasses, @avaeryn, @quacklinq, and @blue-rose-smalls if you wanna do the thing, cool! If you don’t, no big deal!

Can I suggest some Draco hair braiding for a prompt? 👀

Apologies for this taking so long, but I hope it was worth the wait! You guys are spoiling me with these prompts. You know I love our boys with long hair.

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A stream of muttered cursing caught Harry’s ear as he was passing the door to their bedroom, so he paused and poked his head in to see what had Draco in such a snit. His boyfriend was sitting in front of the vanity, glancing from the mirror, down to a book he had open in front of him, and back again. Those long, elegant fingers Harry loved so much were buried in Draco’s hair, which normally fell to the middle of his back but was currently half done up in what looked to be a complicated sort of braid gone wrong. A hand mirror spelled to float behind the blond shifted this way and that as Draco turned his head in an attempt to see where he’d missed a plait.

Harry tried to keep the smile out of his voice, but from the way Draco’s head jerked up and mercurial grey eyes narrowed dangerously at him he figured he probably hadn’t quite succeeded. 

“Having some trouble there, love?” 

He winced at the low growl he got by way of a reply and briefly debated fleeing for his life before his Gryffindor courage rose to the fore and propelled him further into the room. 

“Okay, okay. Stupid question—” he held out his hands, palms forward in a placating gesture as he came to a stop just behind the stool Draco was perched on, “I’m sorry. Can I help?”

Draco considered him silently, eyeing his reflection in the vanity mirror just long enough to have Harry squirming in place before the other man huffed and removed his hands from his hair. His tone conveyed the same doubt Harry recognized when Draco questioned Harry’s sanity, which was at least twice a day, he was sure.

“I don’t see how you could. What on earth would you know about styling hair with that blasted bird’s nest of yours always looking as if you don’t even own a brush?”

Draco’s eyes flitted up to Harry’s hair to emphasize his point, which was in its usual messy bun while he was at home. Nevermind the fact that the blond had complained bitterly the last time Harry’d gotten fed up and had it cut high and tight on the sides and in back and barely left enough of a fringe to obscure the famous scar marring his forehead. It had amused Harry enough that he hadn’t cut it again after that, instead managing the wild, untamable mass by tying it back as often as possible. He did like pleasing Draco, after all, and if his lover liked combing his fingers through Harry’s hair while they lounged about at home or even better tightening a fist in it while they.. Well, he’d put up with both the cracks about it being unmanageable and the extra time it took in the shower to wash it if it made Draco happy.

“Ha bloody ha. Now quit scowling at me and hold still. Does it have to be like in that manual you have there, or is any braid alright?”

A patently annoyed eyebrow arch accompanied Draco’s response.

“If any braid would do, why do you think I would be attempting to do this one, Harry?”

Harry gave him a flat look in the mirror before sinking his hands into Draco’s hair and slowly, gently teasing the silky strands apart until it was all loose and flowing freely down his back again. Shaking it out and giving Draco’s head a bit of a massage while he was at it, he smirked at the low, pleased hum Draco made at the feel of his nails scratching lightly along his scalp. While he did this, he studied the moving pictures in the book on the vanity, and when he felt Draco relax against him he gathered a few small sections of hair and slowly started plaiting them, carefully adding hair to each section as he went.

For his part, Draco watched Harry carefully in the mirror as he worked, and it slowly became apparent that Draco was going to have to eat his words. Not that he was likely to actually admit he’d been wrong out loud, of course. He liked it better when he had Harry off balance. The Gryffindor was infinitely more fun to tease that way. After a while Draco closed his eyes and just basked in the attention Harry afforded him. There were very few things in life he enjoyed more than quiet moments like this, just the two of them together at home. At the sound of Harry clearing his throat, Draco blinked his eyes open and looked up at him through the mirror.

“Does this meet with His Majesty’s approval, then?”

Harry’s tone was sardonic, but his smile gave the lie to it as he tied the end of the braid off with a bit of light blue ribbon that had been laying on top of the vanity next to the book. He watched Draco to gauge his reaction as the other man leaned forward and examined his hair thoroughly in the mirror, the little hand mirror also zooming up from where it had settled on the vanity to show him the finished product from every angle. After a long, drawn out silence, Draco turned toward him with a haughty sniff and a superior tilt to his chin.

“I suppose it will do. Where did you learn to braid hair?”

Draco eyed him suspiciously, and Harry laughed and shook his head at his lover’s antics as he replied, tone rife with amusement.

“Did you forget who my roommates were before we moved in together? Luna taught me, of course. You two have really similar hair, you know—” Harry broke off hastily as Draco’s brows began to knit together in a scowl and changed course. “Yours is better, of course. Very silky and..and shiny!”

He fidgeted under the blond’s regard until Draco relented and grabbed a fistful of Harry’s shirt, tugging him down til his face was level with Draco’s and murmured, “You’re damn right it is.” And promptly kissed him senseless.

When they came up for air a few breathless moments later, Draco was smirking up at Harry and looking very pleased with himself, and Harry was blinking slowly and trying to rearrange his thoughts into something reasonably coherent.

“Er..weren’t we going somewhere tonight if you were so determined to fix your hair up this fancy?”

Grey eyes darkened suggestively as Draco stood and slowly started backing Harry towards their bed. The Gryffindor stumbled a few times on the way, stopping when he felt his calves brush the mattress. Draco splayed one hand against Harry’s chest and grinned at him impishly before giving him a little push that sent Harry sprawling onto his back, his own eyes wide swathes of green that fixed on Draco intently as the man crawled up after him and straddled his waist. 

“I changed my mind. We’re staying in now. Do I hear any objections?”

Harry’s throat worked as he swallowed, and his hands slowly came up to settle on Draco’s hips, tugging him down as he met his stare with a single-minded intensity, voice husky as he replied, “Nope. Not a one.”

They didn’t make it to dinner at the Manor like they were supposed to that night, but they weren’t very sorry about it, as it happened.

This is GORGEOUS! OMG! I need more. I need a whole fic. I need a series. I.. *brain implodes* 

The wizard and the merman prince

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This little idea was inspired during a conversation with @xx-thedarklord-xx she said she loves mermaids!! I agree with her!

I know how this is going to sound. But Harry/Dumbledore. I went there once, and likely won't be going back, but sometimes the thought strikes me and I want to know what you think. (and should I write my own, or just let it quietly sit in the back of my head until I die?? someone has to stop me from doing these things.)

Thoughts: Dumbledore/any student is a definite NOPE for me. I do have a couple of age gap ships but nothing quite that major. Pretty much Dumbledore/any student pairing is a “run screaming for the hills” kind of ship for me. As to you writing your own, I am all for people writing what they want to write as long as they tag appropriately. You’re not hurting anyone, and if you need to get that plot bunny out of your brain, well, you gotta do what you gotta do!

Miri! For the drarry prompts I would love to see your take on soulmate aus. Personally I like when it's a mark on their skin and/or it is only visible for a certain amount of time, but if something else strikes your fancy I would love to read that too!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

You know soulmate AUs are one of my favorite tropes! I was so excited to get this prompt, and it just flowed out of me once I got started. I sure hope you like what I came up with. ;D

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“It’s you,” Draco breathed, his eyes wide in a face drained of color. “Of course it’s you. It always has been. Merlin, I’m a fool.”

His hands came up to cradle his own face, hiding from the reality that the sharp, insistent tugging at his core was making apparent. If he’d dared to look up he might’ve seen a mirrored expression of shock on the face of the man across from him. His once upon a time childhood nemesis, Savior of them all, now revealed to be his soulmate. It just figured that this would happen. His luck never did hold for very long.

But why hadn’t it happened before? Why now? The soulmate bond was often said to be triggered by significant moments in the pair’s lives. Of course, that was only one theory. There were many theories on the whys and hows of the awakening of the link, but none had been proven fact. It was said that they researched soulmate bonds in the Department of Mysteries, but none of the fruits of that labor had ever been made public knowledge. 

He heard a soft intake of breath not his own, almost a gasp, perhaps, of pain quickly stifled, and then he was moving before he was even fully aware of what he was doing, driven by an instinct so strong it might as well have been automatic. Draco couldn’t have stopped himself had he wanted to. His hands dropped away from his face, as he moved forward to grasp Potter’s.. No, Harry’s bicep with one hand, the other cupping his cheek, thumb sliding along the curve of his cheekbone in a mindless caress. He’d never be just Potter to Draco ever again. His voice softened, concern taking over from incredulity in an instant at any sign of distress from his bonded.

“What is it; what’s wrong? Are you hurting anywhere? Talk to me, Harry.”

A strained laugh quickly followed by a slight shake of the head, and then Harry was closing his eyes and leaning into Draco’s touch like he actually welcomed it, which made Draco feel like all the air in the room had suddenly vanished, leaving him lightheaded and reeling. He almost missed Harry’s reply but just managed to yank his mind back into focus in time to catch the quietly murmured response.

“No, s’fine now. It just felt.. tight, almost like it might tear a bit. But it’s gone now, feels good. Warm…”

The mumbling faded away as Harry moved closer, arms going around Draco and holding him firmly as he turned his head and pressed his lips to Draco’s palm. This of course caused Draco’s face to heat, cheeks going pink even as horror at what Harry’s words implied struck him full force. Had he meant that his core felt like that before Draco had closed the distance between them?! He’d felt the pull, of course, urging him to touch Harry, to acknowledge their connection and close the loop, but it hadn’t been anything as frightening as what Harry described he’d felt in the instant that their bond had flared to life between them.

Shuddering at the very thought, the hand that was gripping Harry’s arm shifted to encircle his waist instead, needing the reassurance of both holding and being held in turn. Draco sighed as Harry pulled back a little to meet his gaze evenly, those familiar green eyes, so vivid in spite of the horrid oval frames that had become almost as recognizable as Harry’s scar watching him almost carefully as Harry voiced a question of his own.

“Are you alright? I know you said that it’s, um.. al-always been me, but you didn’t seem exactly thrilled when—”

Draco shook his head in sharp negation before cutting Harry off by covering Harry’s mouth with his own. It wasn’t quite how he imagined their first kiss would be (and Salazar had he imagined it plenty, despite never in a million years thinking any such thing would actually happen), but it was perfect all the same. Harry’s lips were soft and slightly chapped, parted a bit from being caught mid speech, and Draco took advantage of this when Harry made a low, needy sound and clutched at the back of Draco’s shirt in his hands. He slipped his tongue in, where it slid hotly against Harry’s as the other man surged against him.

There was suddenly zero distance between their bodies, and Draco moaned softly into the kiss as every part of him pressed against Harry from shoulder to hip. The hand that had been cupping Harry’s face sank into his hair instead, twining in the wild black curls as if to anchor him there more firmly. They explored every inch of each other’s mouths before pulling back just enough to catch their breaths, foreheads pressed together as they watched each other with new eyes. When Draco finally found his voice it was an octave lower than usual, thick with want and things he wasn’t quite ready to voice.

“I’m fine, you wanker. I was just surprised. You have no idea how long I’ve.. Well, nevermind that. I meant it. What I said. And I’m not unhappy that it’s you, Harry. Not at all.”

One corner of Harry’s mouth curved up in a lopsided smile, and it almost cut Draco off at the knees, to have it be directed at him, for him. He thought it might be his new mission in life to make Harry smile like that always. It was Harry who leaned forward this time to press another soft, yet brief kiss to Draco’s mouth before pulling back to speak, that smile in his voice making Draco light up inside in a way he thought he might quickly become addicted to.

“Good, you prat. Because I’m not either. Sad that it’s you, I mean. Not a bit.”

Draco’s breathing hitched at the admission, at what it implied, and Harry just kept smiling at him, calloused fingers rubbing gentle, lazy circles along Draco’s back as he watched him. And another thought struck him just then; perhaps luck was with him after all because Draco couldn’t imagine anything better than being here with Harry in this moment. Harry Potter, his former arch-rival, The Boy Who Lived Twice, his soulmate. Draco smiled.

I don’t even know why I find this so funny, but I can’t stop laughing! 🤣

Unmute !