HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON

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Harry Potter Non-Canon Ships Comment Ficathon

THE RULES ARE THUS:

1. WHAT MAKES A NON-CANON SHIP? Anything that is not at least one-sided in the books. This means that Snape/Lily is canon, even if she may (or may not) have ever reciprocated. Bellatrix/Voldemort is canon. Lavendar/Ron is canon. Obviously everyone who's married and/or dates is canon. OBHWF is canon, Harry/Cho is canon. Ships that are not stated as fact in the books are not canon. That means UC ships are good, slash is good, femslash is good. For our purposes, we are not counting JKR's interviews as canon. That means that if you wanted to prompt, say, who knows, Hannah/Neville, you could, because it's not in the text itself.

2. You leave a comment with a pairing and a prompt. You respond to prompts that you like. Your prompt must pertain to a non-canon ship. You may specify a character within that ship if you want the fic written from that characters perspective. You may also specify a timeline if you'd like, or if you want it to take place in the movie!verse.

3. When writing fic, put in your title SHIP - TITLE OF FIC (rating optional). This will help us archive if we later archive things. I don't have time to archive anything right now, but if someone wants to volunteer, we can make that happen.

4. LEAVE FEEDBACK. Comments are the lifeblood of the internet.

5. NO WANK. I'll delete your ass. And we're dealing with ships and I am deletion happy, so watch yourself.

6. There will be spoilers for the movie all over this post, I am sure. You have been warned.

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[caitieness.livejournal.com]

Neville/Luna, And no need to worry, that's wasting time. And no need to wonder what's been on my mind - it's you. It's you. It's you.

neville longbottom/luna lovegood ; memory ; pg

[moirae.livejournal.com]

When they board the train that will take them back to their families for the holidays, they both know that it is not the same as it always has been. Before, to go home was to go to a safe haven. Now, nothing is that simple, or that secure. And of course they both know it.

“So I’ll send an owl your way every few days,” he promises her as they are docking in the station. His eyes flick around her face, taking it all in—her pale features, her eyes the color of fish scales, the way her hair falls in front of her cheeks. Eventually his gaze settles on her lips. “Y’know, just to make sure you’re…ok.”

“That’s very kind of you, Neville,” she says, and he can see the exact moment when her lips curve into a smile. He can feel the blush spreading across his cheeks, violent and red. After a pause, she continues, “It’ll be alright, though. We’re all going to be alright.”

He looks up and meets her gaze, astounded. She seems so certain, a light in her pale eyes that speaks of a conviction he wishes he had. Belief is something she has in spades—belief in the unknown, the incredible, the absurd. Belief in Harry and the others. Belief in herself. Belief in him.

“Yeah,” he agrees, though he doesn’t feel so sure. “Yeah, of course.” She smiles again, and squeezes his hand. And then she sees her father out on the platform, and skips out to meet him. And Neville sucks in his breath and gathers his things, and wanders towards where his grandmother is waiting, at the other end of the platform.

He consoles himself with the memory of that moment—the feel of her hand is his, the shape of her lips as they curl into a smile—long after she has stopped returning his owls, so that he knows something’s gone wrong. But he believes in her more than he believes in himself, so he chooses to believe what she’d said—We’re all going to be alright.

[operatingroom.livejournal.com]

Someone please do this! <3

[lesbido.livejournal.com]

Barty Crouch Jr./Bellatrix LeStrange - It was a monday, when my lover told me, "never pay the reaper with love only." What could i say to you, except, "i love you." and "i'd give my life for yours." I know we are we are the lucky ones...

[freshvolk.livejournal.com]

Harry/Luna The only riddle I can't solve is how you make me feel

[lint138.livejournal.com]

Sometimes he wonders, just how he gets talked into these things. Standing knee deep in snow on the bank of the Ume River while Luna furiously scribbles notes onto parchment.

Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, he muses. The search never ends.

As if suddenly aware of his thoughts, she pauses in her writings, looking over to him with an endearing smile as the wind whips her hair peaking from under the knit cap. Stepping toward him, snow crunching under her boots, her arms wrap around his waist without a word. Just silent assurance, she's glad he's here.

They haven't found any sort of evidence on the creatures the three short days they've been looking, her due diligence unable to pay dividends. But they look away, her belief in its existence enough to keep him trudging through the Swedish countryside, simply because she asks him to.

He wonders about that too. How she crawls into his heart and thoughts without ever trying. One look from her blue moon eyes and he's likely to believe everything she does. The riddle of her loving him, just as likely unsolvable as discovering the mythical creature she so desperately seeks.

Hands on her cheeks, reddened from the cold, he kisses one then the other, the blue black of her scarf brushing across his nose.

"You were deep in thought," she says dreamily. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"It was about you," he replies, arms winding around her. "Fitting you'd be the one to interrupt it."

"Oh? That's nice."

The river flows behind them, snow beginning to fall, he squeezes a bit tighter.

"Am I mad?" He wonders aloud. "For being here?"

"As always," she replies. "You're just as sane as I am."

[lesbido.livejournal.com]

Teddy Lupin/Scorpius Malfoy born to be wild

[biggestnerd.livejournal.com]

Seamus/Lavender - Yule Ball

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go
I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home
I'll spend forever wondering if you knew
I was enchanted to meet you

wonderstruck, seamus/lavender, pg

[caitieness.livejournal.com]

Just as friends, he says, as he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck and stares at the ground. Lavender giggles and agrees. Just as friends, she repeats and Seamus ventures a look up and he sees the smile playing around her pink lips. More than anything, he's scared.

---

They meet in the common room and she's gorgeous. She glides down the stairways and Seamus can't take his eyes off the way the candlelight flickers across her features. Her curls bounce with turn of her head as she greets almost every person they pass. They all gush over her outfit and her hair and Parvati even waved politely to Seamus as she flew passed him. Seamus hardly takes note of anything going around him, yet he manages to catch Dean's eye once they enter the Great Hall and he swears he sees Dean wink. Bastard.

---

The Champions dance. The professors follow suit soon after. Then the students. Seamus sees Neville and Ginny swirl by, like they had paid attention when McGonagall was teaching the Gryffindors to dance. Shyly, Seamus glanced as Lavender, her eyes are gleaming. He gently takes her hand and, with all the courage he'll ever muster, he pulls at her. "Dance with me, Lavender." She follows.

---

They stop only when she's exhausted and Lavender takes her leave of her date - probably to find Parvarti. Seamus finds the nearest seat and leans back. He waits. He drinks a cup of water. When Lavender finds him, he doesn't feel like much time has gone by. She quickly grabs both of his hands and smiles brightly. "Come dance with me, Seamus!"

---

At the end of the night, they walk up the stairs towards the Gryffindor Tower together. But they only make it halfway there when Seamus sees Parvarti waiting on the nearest landing. She covers her mouth in an obvious giggle and Lavender whips her head around to face Seamus, curls streaming in the candlelight.

"I had fun, Seamus," she says and with a quick peck on the cheek, she rushes off to join her best friend. Seamus follows some moment after. He takes his time getting to the Common Room. He feels like he's floating. Somehow he makes it up to his room, where he promptly throws himself on to his bed.

A moment (or it could have been a year) later, he hears footsteps. Then the mattress next to him sinks as Dean sits next to him. "What's up with you?" he asks.

"I think I'm in love," Seamus responds, lifting his fingers to his cheek. "She's amazing."

Dean snorts, stands up and makes his way to his own bed. "You're mental."

[lesbido.livejournal.com]

Bertha Jorkins/Narcissa Black-Malfoy

Difficult not to feel a little bit
Disappointed and passed over
When I look right through,
See you naked but oblivious

[lesbido.livejournal.com]

Nymphadora Tonks/Fleur Delacour (w) Bill/Remus joining in maybe?

But still you'll never get it right,
cos when you're laid in bed at night,
watching roaches climb the wall,
if you call your Dad he could stop it all.

[caitieness.livejournal.com]

Neville/Ginny, post-war, there's nothing right about this but who knows what's right anymore.

Neville/Ginny -- Tear Down My Reason (1/2)

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

The first time only happens because she had a fight with Harry.

Neville's lips are rougher than she remembers, more desperate, more insistent. She balls her fingers into fists so tight that she can feel her nails digging into her palms and lets her mouth open under his.

~

She goes to him the second time just to tell him off.

Who the hell is he to tell her what she wants, what she doesn't want? Who is he to send her home to her husband? Who is he to say that she's only doing this because she's miserable? Oh, he'll shag her, but then he wants to tell her that she shouldn't worry, that things will get better. She didn't come to him for fucking advice.

She was going to tell him off, but she just ends up crying into his chest, feeling his arms wrap around her and his fingers stroke her hair. She cries until she can't breathe, holds onto him as if he can keep her steady. She cries because she's thinking of the war, can't help but think about it when she's with him, and somehow, beyond comprehension, remembers it as the last time when things were right. She cries because she married Harry and that was supposed to make the nightmares go away, but her head is still full blood and death and Tom. She cries because she used to be brave and loud and dangerously reckless. She used to be a lot of things and now she's just someone's wife.

~

The third time is just because she's miserable.

~

The fourth time is because Harry won't fight and she's tired of the silence.

She wants to hate him, but she can't because he's Harry Potter and he saved the world and he's going to save her too. She wants to scream at him, to throw things, to slap him across the face. She wants him to be angry because she's so furious with him and her family and the whole damn world and she needs him. Needs him to fight back, needs him to scream, needs him to care. She needs so much from Harry and he can give so little, has already given most of himself away and needs the rest for himself.

Neville's about to tell her to leave again, but she speaks first. She tells him she loves Harry, that she'll always love Harry, that she's happy, that she's never coming back here because she doesn't want anything else from him. She knows him too well, know just which buttons to push to make him snap. He shoves her back against the wall, pushes his leg between hers, kisses her mouth, her cheek, her neck. "You want this," he whispers harshly and it's not a question, but she moans in response anyway.

~

The fifth time, Neville asks if she's going to tell Harry.

She shakes her head immediately, unable to stand the fact that even this betrayal wouldn't make Harry angry with her.

Neville nods and looks back up at the ceiling. She watches him for a moment, trying to tell what he's thinking, before she remembers that she never was very good at that with him.

~

The sixth time, she realizes that he's never going to send her away.

There's a kind of dizzying power that comes with that knowledge.

~

[freshvolk.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermoine

Home
Let me come Home
Home is wherever I’m with you

Ahh, Home
Yes, I am Home
Home is when I’m alone with you.

[sammiec22.livejournal.com]

Awesome song! I've never written any fanfiction before but I think I may try this out.

[zauberer-sirin.livejournal.com]

Snape/Harry, your protector

[caesaria.livejournal.com]

Harry/Sirius you look so much like your father

[zauberer-sirin.livejournal.com]

♥

[caesaria.livejournal.com]

Hermione/Ginny I want to be the one to walk in the sun, oh girls just wannna have fun

[caesaria.livejournal.com]

Ginny/Tonks what other bodyparts can you morph?

[caesaria.livejournal.com]

Harry/Neville I wanna shine on, in the hearts of men

[zauberer-sirin.livejournal.com]

Sirius/Harry, we both understand what it means to lose everything

[rudhampaiel.livejournal.com]

James Sirius/Teddy Lupin

I'm a war of head versus heart
And it's always this way
My head is weak, my heart always speaks
Before I know what it will say

[rudhampaiel.livejournal.com]

James/Sirius

and I knew that you were a truth, I would rather lose
than to have never lain beside at all.

[alexandria-skye.livejournal.com]

neville/luna, you think your pains and heartbreaks are unprecedented in the history of the world...

[sans-grace.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione
the only thing that i ask
love me mercilessly

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Remus/Sirius, you never give me your money | you only give me your funny paper

[ohdelighted.livejournal.com]

Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott - i'm tired of being dead when i want to be alive, tired of playing games and trading names and smiling when i want to be crucified

[ohdelighted.livejournal.com]

Hermione Granger/Charlie Weasley - does your mother know you're out? does she know you're here with me, under my skin and between my sheets?

[ohdelighted.livejournal.com]

Daphne Greengrass/Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott - we are the fucking kings and queens of a country that has ceased to exist.

daphne/draco/theodore - how we survived the war, nc-17 (1/2)

[(Anonymous)]

Daphne is quiet as Theodore maps out her skin with his lips. He is tender and lewd in alternation, his breath soft and hot on her breast before he bites down hard on her nipple. She jerks in surprise but doesn’t make a sound. She can feel Theo’s grin against her chest as he traces his tongue down her side. Her nerves feel electric at his touch and it’s almost too much.

She turns to Draco for relief. He’s lying next to her on the bed, head cocked as he watches with interest. He’s naked too, hard and waiting, but Draco has always been more patient than Theo.

“Come here,” Daphne says. Patience deserves a reward.

Draco leans in to kiss her comfortably. He doesn’t push, just licks softly at her mouth. Daphne is squirming a little as Theo finally reaches the juncture between her legs where her nerves are practically singing at each scrape of his stubbled cheek.

Draco cups his hand around her jaw and kisses her more firmly this time, pressing his thumb down to keep her in place. It’s a familiar Draco move. He hasn’t used it on her before--they’ve only done this a few times, really--but she’d seen him kiss Pansy this way in the common room, pushing until she melted into him. It’s always about power with Draco. He’s happy to be gentle, but Daphne gets the impression he likes to be in control.

Daphne gasps against Draco’s lips as Theo pushes his tongue inside of her. Draco keeps her there, lacing his fingers through hers even as he presses her into the mattress. Daphne pants softly as Draco licks down the line of her throat, sucking hickeys into her collarbone.

“Stop,” she says, suddenly. “Theo, stop, I’m going to--”

And then his lips wrap around her clit and she’s coming, hard. It’s a little embarrassing, especially when Theo lifts his head up and his smile is shiny with her juice. Draco lifts off her as well and kisses Theo languidly, his tongue searching out her taste.

When they part, they are both smiling at her. Daphne thinks that’s a good sign.

“Who’s next?” She says, and their expressions turn a little predatory.

Draco manages to look both predatory and thoughtful. “Well, you’ve gotten a lot of attention so far,” he points out. He slips his hand through hers, warm and sure. Theo is less restrained, curling his hand around the curve of her thigh. “Still, that’s no reason to abandon the effort. You seem ready for more,” he says, as Theo gently guides her legs apart, thumbing at the wetness dripping down her skin.

“M-maybe we can all take a turn,” she says as Theo’s thumb flicks over her overstimulated clit. She tries not to push into the touch.

“I wouldn’t mind a turn,” Draco says. He gives Theo a meaningful glance. Daphne’s a little worried that somehow they’ve already developed a wordless language of their own, but maybe it’s too be expected. Sometimes it feels like they only have each other, these days, even when they don’t.

Theo considers his offer--Daphne’s not sure what it is, but she’s not too worried about not liking it. “All right,” he says. “But if you get her, then I get you.”

“Deal,” Draco says. He lets go of Daphne’s hand, drops to his knees and noses at Theo’s cock. He sucks one of his balls into his mouth, then the next. Theo groans loudly, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

They make a pretty picture, Draco and Theo. They’ve done this before, but Daphne can never make herself look away even though it always makes her blush.

Although to be fair, they don’t do this that often, the three of them. They’d never even been close at Hogwarts. Theo had been more of a loner in Slytherin, reluctant to join Draco’s gang but equally reluctant to make friends with those outside of his house. Daphne had been friends with Draco’s sometimes-girlfriend Pansy, but she’d done her best to keep all other girls away from Draco.

Daphne’s not even sure how all of this happened. It’s only been a few months since the end of the war, but the wizarding world has been changing fast around them. They’ve even managed to rewrite the history books in such a short span of time. The events of Daphne’s youth, the last few years, have all become fodder for textbooks, nothing more than stories to scare young wizards into behaving.

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Narcissa/Luna, strange little girl, where are you going? do you know where you could be going?