5046: Parsel My Tongue - Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
Don’t forget about the first bi-annual Pottersues Contest which is replacing the old annual Pottersues Contest. The theme for said contest is Gamer Fic. Since Gamer Fic is a rather new concept in fanfic, I’ve added links to three entries which feature a Gamer Fic. I’m also working on a list of common traits we find in Sue stories which make them Sue stories called More Than Thirteen Reasons Why.
Title: Parsel My Tongue
Perpetrator: Padfootette
Sue-O-Meter: Toxic
Cover/Banner Art: Said cover utilizes pictures of Draco and Harry in grey scale on top of a background I can’t make out.
Summary: “Draco Malfoy has been looking for his soul mate ever since his sixteenth birthday. As a dominant vampire his emotions are heightened and the longer it takes to find his submissive the higher the chance of his bloodlust consuming him. With the school year just beginning Draco now finds it harder to keep control but maybe he won't have to worry much longer. I made the cover”
Full Name: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
Species: We’ve got a vampire and their submissive.
Hair: n/a
Eyes: n/a
Markings: n/a
Possessions: Snape is his Godfather, to him he goes to advice.
Connection to Canon: Harry does his chores. In the second chapter is about Draco having blood lust for his mate and feeling his mates pain from a distance. Eventually they find themselves on the run, hiding at the Marauder’s Cottage. Oh, and Draco’s urge is majorly played out. Harry becomes ill because of blood loss. Draco didn’t do it though, someone did something to him, but he’s left in a comma unable to - well, do anything. He’s able to come out of it once they get to the Marauder’s Cottage.
Origin: We’ve got yet another creature inheritance story even though it really doesn’t call it that.
Special Abilities: Vampires are sexy. Being submissive against your will is sexy. In fact, Harry needs his dominate to protect him.
Notes: The writer says they made the cover in the summary, but inside the story it says someone else - DollopheadedMerlin.
Sample:
Harry sighed as he listened to the sounds of his aunt Petunia walk around on the floor above. A groan fell from his chapped lips as he struggled to sit upright in the enclosed space. He needed to get ready for another laborious day when all he wished to do was fall back to sleep. He knew he needed to be in the kitchen and have breakfast ready before his relatives came downstairs. Quietly he left his cupboard barely lowering his head in time before he bumped it against the doorframe, he didn't need any more bruises than the ones he all ready had. His uncle had returned home drunk once again after a business deal gone wrong and of course he blamed it on the so called abomination living under his roof. Harry quickly got into his morning routine, he could probably make the breakfast with his eyes closed considering how many times he had done it before. He got lost in his thoughts as he remembered the weird dream that had woken him in the early hours of the morning. He could barely remember most of the details but a pair of silvery blue eyes was burned into his mind. He had a feeling he should know who they belonged to. He shook his head and returned back to the present, his hand shot out just in time to catch the glass that was about to fall and shatter on the floor. That wouldn't have been a good start of the day especially when his body all ready ached and he was sure his aunt would have a large list of chores he needed to complete before his uncle returned home from work.
Title: Parsel My Tongue
Perpetrator: Padfootette
Sue-O-Meter: Toxic
Cover/Banner Art: Said cover utilizes pictures of Draco and Harry in grey scale on top of a background I can’t make out.
Summary: “Draco Malfoy has been looking for his soul mate ever since his sixteenth birthday. As a dominant vampire his emotions are heightened and the longer it takes to find his submissive the higher the chance of his bloodlust consuming him. With the school year just beginning Draco now finds it harder to keep control but maybe he won't have to worry much longer. I made the cover”
Full Name: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter
Species: We’ve got a vampire and their submissive.
Hair: n/a
Eyes: n/a
Markings: n/a
Possessions: Snape is his Godfather, to him he goes to advice.
Connection to Canon: Harry does his chores. In the second chapter is about Draco having blood lust for his mate and feeling his mates pain from a distance. Eventually they find themselves on the run, hiding at the Marauder’s Cottage. Oh, and Draco’s urge is majorly played out. Harry becomes ill because of blood loss. Draco didn’t do it though, someone did something to him, but he’s left in a comma unable to - well, do anything. He’s able to come out of it once they get to the Marauder’s Cottage.
Origin: We’ve got yet another creature inheritance story even though it really doesn’t call it that.
Special Abilities: Vampires are sexy. Being submissive against your will is sexy. In fact, Harry needs his dominate to protect him.
Notes: The writer says they made the cover in the summary, but inside the story it says someone else - DollopheadedMerlin.
Sample:
Harry sighed as he listened to the sounds of his aunt Petunia walk around on the floor above. A groan fell from his chapped lips as he struggled to sit upright in the enclosed space. He needed to get ready for another laborious day when all he wished to do was fall back to sleep. He knew he needed to be in the kitchen and have breakfast ready before his relatives came downstairs. Quietly he left his cupboard barely lowering his head in time before he bumped it against the doorframe, he didn't need any more bruises than the ones he all ready had. His uncle had returned home drunk once again after a business deal gone wrong and of course he blamed it on the so called abomination living under his roof. Harry quickly got into his morning routine, he could probably make the breakfast with his eyes closed considering how many times he had done it before. He got lost in his thoughts as he remembered the weird dream that had woken him in the early hours of the morning. He could barely remember most of the details but a pair of silvery blue eyes was burned into his mind. He had a feeling he should know who they belonged to. He shook his head and returned back to the present, his hand shot out just in time to catch the glass that was about to fall and shatter on the floor. That wouldn't have been a good start of the day especially when his body all ready ached and he was sure his aunt would have a large list of chores he needed to complete before his uncle returned home from work.