birdsofshore | THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTER LOVE FEST

I hereby pronounce the Love Fest OPEN! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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ALPHABETICAL MASTERLIST OF CHARACTERS

I've started you off with 40 or so of the requested characters, and I might add more as the urge takes me. If your character is not here, start your own comment thread and I'll link to it here!

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE'S thread
ALBUS SEVERUS' thread
ARTHUR'S thread
BELLATRIX'S thread
BILL'S thread
BLAISE'S thread
CEDRIC'S thread and more CEDRIC here
CHARLIE'S thread
CORMAC'S thread
CROOKSHANKS' thread
DOBBY'S thread
DRACO'S thread
DUDLEY'S thread
FRED'S thread
GEORGE'S thread
HARRY'S thread
HEDWIG'S thread
HERMIONE'S thread
GINNY'S thread
HORACE SLUGHORN'S thread
JAMES SIRIUS' thread
KINGSLEY'S thread
KREACHER'S thread
LUCIUS' thread
LUNA'S thread
MADAM POMFREY'S thread
MINERVA MCGONAGALL'S thread
MOLLY'S thread
NARCISSA'S thread
NEVILLE'S thread
PANSY'S thread
PROFESSOR SPROUT'S thread
PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY'S thread
REGULUS BLACK'S thread
REMUS LUPIN'S thread
RODOLPHUS AND / OR RABASTAN LESTRANGE'S thread
ROMILDA'S thread
RON'S thread
RUBEUS HAGRID'S thread
TEDDY LUPIN'S thread
SCORPIUS' thread
SEVERUS SNAPE'S thread
SIRIUS BLACK'S thread
TONKS' (NYMPHADORA TONKS) thread
VOLDEMORT'S thread

MASTERLIST OF FANWORKS Updated as regularly as I can!

FEST INFO:

When is the fest running?
We're here all week, from Feb 7th to Feb 14th. Please drop in regularly to leave love and see what else has been left.

How do I leave love for a character?
It's entirely up to you, but here are some examples, for your inspiration. So, for instance, if you're feeling a lot of love for Ron this week, go to his thread HERE and leave your contribution as a comment.

You could post explaining that you've always liked a man with a freckly arse. You could draw a sketch of Ron doing his bad-ass Auror thing. You could write a drabble featuring Ron just being Ron, a kinky PWP, or a 100k Gen rated kid!fic. You could cosplay as Ron and post a photo. Sculpt your interpretation of Ron's face in mashed potato. Or eat a bacon sandwich in his honour and then compose a haiku about how delicious it was. What about some Ron-centric recs? Ron icons, favourite quotes connected to Ron, a Ron fanmix, Ron's name written in fairy lights – if you can think of it, then DO IT.

Leave a description of your contribution in the subject line. Eg, RON: FANMIX, RON: HAIKU, or RON: DRABBLE or just RON: LOVE if it's just general love.

Commenting on other people's contributions, and general chit-chat, is firmly encouraged. Will this mean the threads get a little crazy? WHO KNOWS. :D

What is and isn't allowed?
You can write any pairing, or gen, any length, any genre, any rating. Please use warnings appropriately. Content does not have to be fluffy by any means, but character bashing would not be appropriate at this fest. If you have any doubts, just ask me or

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I've written a 20k fic for the fest, is that OK?
:DDD OF COURSE. If there's anything that you want to host on your own journal, just leave the link in the comment thread.

I can't find a thread for Aunt Marge / Griphook / Trevor! Are only certain characters eligible for love?
Please check the masterlist first, HERE. I'll try to keep the masterlist updated as much as possible, but I do have to sleep and stuff, so please skim through the latest comment threads as well, to see if someone else has begun one for your character. If Aunt Marge or whoever has been cruelly neglected so far, please start your own thread, putting their name in the subject line.

As to who's eligible: EVERYONE. If they feature in the Harry Potter series, they qualify for the fest.

My fanwork deals with more than one character, where shall I put it?
GOOD QUESTION. Did you feel inspired with love for one of the characters more than the others, perhaps? If not... if it's a pairing fic, say Neville / Luna, you could post it on Neville's thread, and leave a link to it on Luna's thread. If it's, say a drawing of the Lestranges, start a thread titled “The Lestrange family” and put it on there. If you still don't know where to put it, just ask me or

capitu, or just do something different entirely, if you like; we won't shout at you.

Am I only meant to leave love for my favourite character?
No! Leave love for as many people as you like! You have the whole week to shower as many HP characters as you wish with love. You could even challenge yourself and try to appreciate a character you haven't really given much thought to before.

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So excited about this! Here's my flash ficlet!

Title: Those are Pearls that were His Eyes
Summary: Draco contemplates his son.
Rating: PG-13, for serious themes
Word count: 1500
Warnings: Non-fluffy, mentions residual suicidal thoughts, um, features a small child, if you hate those? Pretentious Shakespearean allusions, if you hate those?
Notes: Thank you, Birds, for the beta ♥

Over here on my LJ

Edited Date: 2014-02-07 09:57 pm (UTC)

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TEN REASONS WHY I LOVE YOU HARRY:
(From Draco's POV)

1. The entire time they'd spoken, Draco had watched Potter, and finally those nomadic eyes wandered up to meet his own. A second passed, and then two and something, electricity or magic or perhaps it was as simple as recognition, hovered between them in the air. And then Potter's eyes closed and slowly reopened, and with his shy smile—Merlin, it might just kill Draco—he leaned forward and said, "The bangers and mash and Shepherd's pie here are the best I've ever had. I usually get them." Charmed Wool by

winnett

2. If he’d known he was going to see Potter, he would have stayed sober and hard because if there was one thing that Draco had learned in the months that he and Potter had been doing whatever it was they were doing, it was that Potter was dangerous. He’d always known that to some degree, of course, known that Potter had some kind of weird hold over him that made him do stupid things to get his attention or prove him wrong. But that was before he’d known this Potter, the one that came to him in the middle of the night and wrung pleasure from him until Draco was mindless and shaking and begging for release. The Potter who knew all of Draco’s secrets, who drew Draco’s emotions out of him as easily as drawing water from a well. The Potter who lingered in the back of Draco’s mind, who left traces on his body, sense memories that would appear at random, the feeling of lips on the nape of his neck, of fingertips along the inside of his arm, of breath ghosting over the curve of his arse. The Potter who refused to pretend, refused to deny what he wanted. The Potter who wouldn’t let Draco pretend either. Baby, It's Cold Outisde by

bryoneybrynn

3. Alarmed, Draco watches him wander out of sight, hands shoved in the pockets of yet another worn-thin pair of jeans. Beneath the trailing frayed hems, he notes that today, one sock is blue and the other has black and white stripes. Draco doubts that people who can’t even match their socks can read minds, but one never knows. A clairvoyant Potter is a very frightening prospect. On A Clear Day by

saras_girl

4. Three nights later Draco has just finished brushing his teeth when the hinges of the front door creak. The toothbrush clatters onto the sink, then he's rushing through the hall, a small voice in his mind telling him he ought to be more careful, stay behind with his wand and wait so the advantage is on his side. But the wards are keyed to let only one person through without sounding an alarm. Draco stops in the door frame, reaching out to steady himself because Harry's standing on the other side of the room, seemingly unharmed. He's wearing the jeans Draco hates because they have holes in them and an old Weasley jumper and his hair is sticking up in all directions and Draco needs to take three rapid breaths because Harry's never looked as gorgeous before. The Longest Night by

coffeejunkii

5. He loved the play of muscle beneath his skin, stroking his fingers along any he could reach. He well knew he was married to the most gorgeous man in existence, the most maddeningly layered, complicated, amazing man alive. To Create A Life by

ravenpan

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TEN REASONS WHY I LOVE YOU HARRY:
(From Draco's POV ~ cont...)

6. Draco had always pictured his own magic as a well, deep and cool. He’d always known that Harry was more powerful, and so had imagined Harry’s magic as a sprawling lake or a rushing stream. He was wrong. Utterly, entirely, completely wrong. Harry’s magic was like an ocean, a sea in storm, a tempest, wild and capricious and boundless, and Draco could have gladly drowned himself in it, sunk down to the bottom and drunk it all in and let it consume him from the inside out.

He shuddered as he remembered the sensation of being immersed in Harry’s magic, how it felt to pull it in until it saturated every inch of him. He still couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe that Harry walked around with that inside him and acted like it was somehow normal. That he laughed at Weasley’s stupid jokes and drank overly-sweet tea and made futile attempts at taming his horrible hair, and all the while he had that tempest raging inside him. All Our Secrets Laid Bare by

firethesound

7. "Roll over." And Harry was using that voice. It was the voice that said "I killed the Most Evil Dark Wizard of all time, so if I say jump you say how high?" It was also the voice that when it said "suck my cock," caused Draco's knees to buckle without any conscious effort on his part. It tended to get a lot of use for that. The Blame Game by

eidheann_writes

8. Draco’s pulse drummed across his entire body at the sight before his eyes. Harry was huge. At least nine and a half, if not ten inches, and fat and wide and just…fucking…perfect. Big dick, come quick by

calanthe_fics

9. "Because it's Harry Potter in an Auror uniform, about to suck me off," Malfoy replied, looking annoyed at being forced to explain himself. "What part of that triumvirate of wank fantasy-worthy material do you not get?" Father of the Bride by

novembersnow

10. "I love…it - every single wonderful, funny, selfless, endearingly clueless, speccy Gryffindorish inch of it." Some Kind of Wonderful by

taradiane

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TEN REASONS WHY I LOVE YOU, DRACO:
(from Harry's POV)

1. As he continued to stare at Draco's mouth, watching him tap away, Harry's idle curiosity became a more intent examination. Draco really did have a pointy face, but his eyes weren't too bad. His skin was so pale that if Harry hadn't known better, he would've thought he was sickly. His lips...His lips were okay. Pink, not too plump or thin, not too wide either, but a good size. Those lips were probably his best feature. They looked soft, but not wet. Not wet at all. They wouldn't feel a bit like Cho's if they kissed. Master Work by

mahaliem

2. He can’t quite keep still. And he can’t quite keep from staring at Draco. The nose Harry used to kiss and the hair that he recalls is so soft, and the stretch of skin right there where Draco’s pulse flutters in his throat and the way his eyes get so damn bright under the right lighting— Delaney by

rurounihime

3. "Malfoy," Harry said helplessly. He'd been fighting this for almost a month, but he had the feeling that fighting Draco was going to be like fighting the tide. He had swept in over Harry leaving nothing unchanged, nothing unmoved, even though on the surface it would appear nothing was any different. State of Mind by

sara_holmes

4. “What? How in Merlin's name? No! Malfoy, no. Bloody hell, you're gorgeous. How in Godric's name can you not see it? You were always handsome—okay, well, not always. When we were little you were a pointy git—but then you were handsome and now you're gorgeous—Merlin help me for telling you—but anyway, I know you hate it, hate the feathers, hate the Veela bit, and I get it, I do, but I personally have never seen anything more beautiful in my life. So there. Now just...please stop. Stop tormenting yourself. Ugh!” Harry groaned and sat back hard against the back of the sofa. “I'm so going to regret saying that, aren't I? I really should think before I speak.” The Ugly Duckling by

icmezzo

5. Harry swallowed hard, staring at the person he had loved for so long. There were marks he had left on the long neck. He backed away and lifted the duvet up, threw it back, and then surveyed the long lean body. The purple camisole was riding high and the completely hairless balls and groin area were in view.

For over two years, this body had been his to explore, and to lavish his attention upon, and knowing it was Draco Malfoy who let him do this was mind blowing. A smile broke over his face slowly, knowing what this had cost Draco Malfoy to reveal to him. He was betting it all tonight. Jolene by

romaine24

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TEN REASONS WHY I LOVE YOU, DRACO:
(from Harry's POV ~ cont...)

6. Though, as Draco's scent trailed down the hallway like a sly visitor, wrapped itself about the corner of the hall and then stole into Harry's room, as that smell curled in his nose, teasing, and overrode the thinking part of his brain with gentle ease, Harry didn't worry about Hermione's or Ron's reactions; he worried about Draco's. Would Draco find him odd, would he be freaked out, angry, worried, disgusted? Would Draco turn and run away seeing Harry here in bed, practically pitching a tent—a pillow, he'd use a pillow—drooling, whining like Draco smelled like a bitch in heat and he, Harry, was a randy hound ready for a romp. The Uninvited Guest by

winnett

7. Harry stared. He couldn't help it. Malfoy wore a black shirt of some stretchy material that hugged his every curve. The letters ADIDAS were emblazoned in white across one pectoral muscle. Harry willed his gaze not to travel lower, but it disobeyed, sliding down nearly-visible abdominals to Malfoy's hips and thighs, displayed prominently -- along with a not-insubstantial package -- beneath the clinging shorts that seemed painted to his flesh. His knees and calves were bare and he wore white trainers with purple lettering. Malfoy looked surprisingly sexy in Muggle gear. Not sexy, Harry revised quickly. Passable. Just passable. Fuck. The Incredible Race by

dysonrules

8. Harry gulped. He surely wasn't going to... Malfoy began to tug the fabric down over his backside. Why, anyone could walk past and see! Harry was scandalised. His eyes were almost popping out of his head with– with– outrage, that's what it was. He was certain it was outrage. Malfoy's arse was as brown as a berry, and as mouthwatering as one too, the taut, smooth skin contrasting gorgeously with the white pants as Malfoy pulled them off. His entire body looked lickable, made for touching and squeezing and kissing... The Joys of Nature by

birdsofshore

9. The man belonging to the head sneezed and tossed out a chimney brush. He heaved himself up, hopped onto the roof, peeled off a heavy coat, and that was that: Harry resigned himself to looking a right fool. Because now the man was wearing nothing but a sooty pair of overalls and huge black boots; the straps of the overalls crossed over a shirtless, white, bulging pair of shoulders, which widened into biceps with a blunt color barrier –- stark white above the sleeve-line and golden brown below -– all the way down to his very toned, very veiny forearms, and then flaring out again to, what Harry could tell from this distance, were hands large enough to pick up a standard-sized cauldron by the rounded underside alone.
Harry was instantly smitten. One Floo Over the Lovegood’s Nest by

nattish

10. Harry catches my wrist and pulls me to him, nearly spilling my tea. "You were humming." He grins at me. "I thought it was cute."

I sniff. "Malfoys are never cute."

"The one I know is." Harry leans in and kisses me softly. When he pulls back, there's a curious look on his face. He brushes snow from my hair.

"What?" I frown at him, wrinkling my nose as he studies me. "Is there a mark--"

"I love you," Harry says in a rush, and I still. Neither of us move. Neither of us breathe.

My heart thuds. I lick my bottom lip.

Harry's gloves are soft against my cheek. "I know it's mad," he says. "But I love you. And I have for a while." Unkissed Kisses and Songs Never Sung by

femmequixotic