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anythingbutgrey ([personal profile] anythingbutgrey) wrote2010-11-23 02:27 pm

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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[identity profile] one-song-for-me.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Tom Riddle/Ginny- Watching you suffer, girl it would please me

Re: 2/2 There's Something In The Water Sirius/Petunia (pg)

[identity profile] theepiccek.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
I find Petunia to be a fascinating character, I would totally read a spin off about her.

thanks :)
ext_3674: pete wisdom says, "Gotta love those happy endings." (smirk forever)

the ghost in you (she don't fade) 1/2

[identity profile] iambickilometer.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
so I really failed at making it outright Charlie/Tonks, so I hope A) you are good with the subtext, or B) you like postwar genfic.

----

It's a point of pride for him; Uncle Charlie is my favourite. Teddy always grins wide like a shark when Charlie walks into the room, and changes his hair blazing red, sprouts freckles. Did I hatch out of an egg like a dragon? he asked once, on Charlie's shoulders as they cavorted around the yard, chasing after a wheezing Percy. Can I go with you to the dragon park?

One game of Quidditch later, in which Harry's team trounced Charlie's but Teddy scored every shot he took, they're all sitting on the steps while George teaches Teddy the finer points of de-gnoming the garden. Hermione leans her head on Ron's shoulder; Harry's on the grass, leaning against their combined legs. The sun has begun to go down, and the air smells of summer and the beginnings of dinner. Somewhere inside the house, a radio turns on, and the static quickly smooths to the rise-and-fall cadence of a news announcer.

"You know, you're the only unattached soul in the house," Percy comments from his perch by the door. "Unless you're having clandestine affairs as well."

Teddy lets loose a gnome with a wild shout, and the small, bulbous figure goes flying off into the tall grass. "Not really time to date when I'm split between here and Romania."

Percy snorts. "People have made such a situation work in the past. Bill, for instance. And now look at him."

"He's spawning," says Ron with a tone of joking disgust.

"All the more reason for me not to."

He'd have taken Teddy in at the drop of a hat, and almost offered to that awful night after the battle, when Harry stared down at the baby with bewilderment in his eyes and stammered he couldn't do this, not at his age, what were Remus and Tonks thinking. Charlie saw the bent of that brow and the blue of that hair and wanted him immediately. But babies and dragons don't mix. Much in the same way that families and wars clash, in fact. Neither can live while the other survives.

Teddy looks more like Remus, though with aquamarine hair and a reckless smile no Lupin could possibly have worn, and a casual grace that not even Tonks wore well. The House of Black lives on in that one, Mum once said. She wasn't wrong.

Re: Harry/Hermione - the geography of anniversaries

[identity profile] hm276.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
This is heeartbreakingly beautiful, thank you!
ext_3674: pete wisdom says, "Gotta love those happy endings." (smirk forever)

the ghost in you (she don't fade) 2/2

[identity profile] iambickilometer.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"But Charlie, you love Teddy," Percy says. No surprise that he's echoing Charlie's thoughts. Everyone knows by this point how Charlie loves the kid.

For all their gossip, it's funny how they never guessed why. Lucky, maybe, though there's always the chance that they'd ease up on the needling for him to go out and date if they knew. But he doesn't need that space to mourn. Isolation never did much for him. And it has been time enough since the war ended.

He'd still take Teddy with him to Romania if there were a chance it'd work. Or that Andromeda, having latched onto him, would ever let go. She looks at Charlie funny sometimes, like she's waiting for the question. Or the confession. Teddy has her sharp browline, though his softens in laughter much more often than hers does. He's got the Tonks nose, the Lupin jawline, the Black mouth. He talks with his eyebrows like Harry. He runs full speed like Charlie, like the best thing in the world is ahead and there's a Hungarian Horntail nipping at his heels.

"He's right, you know," Hermione says. "You'd be a good dad."

Charlie shrugs, tugging that smile back to his lips and tearing his eyes away from Teddy and his amazing flying gnomes. "I'm raising dragon hatchlings. That's fatherhood enough for me. And once you start studying the mating habits of your typical Ridgeback, you never want to date again."

"You're talking, but all I hear is 'Let me babysit your spawn'," Bill says from the door.

"Charlie took nesting very seriously," Ron replies. Harry snickers.

Charlie shakes his head and stands up slowly, strolls over to where George and Teddy are still looking for remaining gnomes to toss. "How's the exterminating going?" he asks.

George rubs his remaining ear. "I reckon we got most of 'em," he says. "Didn't we, sprog?"

"There's one down here!" Teddy proclaims, pointing down a molehill. "Charlie, you get this one!"

Charlie reaches down and grabs the gnome firmly by two appendages -- not certain which two -- and spins it forcefully in a large loop. Teddy whoops as it goes flying over the tall grass and drops out of sight, and Charlie slings an arm around his shoulders. This is how life goes on, in the end: a boy and his uncle and all the memories of the woman who brought them to each other turned gold with the summer sunset.

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

(Anonymous) 2010-11-25 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
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.

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

(Anonymous) 2010-11-25 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Daphne’s not sure how she feels about that. She never wanted anybody to judge her, much less all of history. Her sister Astoria, though, she’s proud. Sometimes Astoria reminds her of Draco, reveling in the brief spotlight even when it only serves to expose their flaws. It’s not like they have anything left to brag about.

Draco’s putting on a show now. He sucks hard enough to make Theo clench his teeth, but Daphne can see him positioning his body just right so that Daphne can see him, so that she can watch.

Theo pushes Draco off, a little rough but a little fond. “I won’t last if you keep doing that,” Theo says, his voice deep with arousal. Draco gives his cock one last, smug lick before standing up and going over to stand between Daphne’s legs.

Draco starts gathering the wetness on her inner thigh, getting his fingers slick before slipping them inside. “Fuck,” she says, drawing it out so it sounds like seven syllables. She always forgets how good he is at this.

Out of the corner of her eye, she can see Theo heading to his bag. He pulls out his wand and comes back over to drape himself over Draco from behind.

“I don’t need a pregnancy charm, I’m on the potion already,” Daphne tells him but Theo shakes his head.

“That’s not what this is for.” Theo mutters a charm too low for Daphne to hear before nipping sharply at Draco’s neck.

“Hold on, I want to get inside her first,” Draco says, irritable with arousal. His cock is hard and heavy in front of her but she can barely focus on that, Draco’s hands still doing wicked things inside of her. He pulls out for a moment and she keens at the loss. He helps her shift her legs up to his shoulders and pushes inside again, this time with his cock, and she can’t form sound but to moan.

Draco thrusts slowly, purposefully. Daphne can’t see what’s happening behind him at all, but she can hear the slick sound of Theo pushing his fingers in and out of Draco and oh, that must have been a lubrication charm he muttered earlier.

Draco slides even deeper into her as Theo’s weight pushes into them both.

“Oh,” Draco says, weakly, as Theo fills him. He’s beautiful, his hair sweaty and plastered against his forehead as he rocks back and forth between Daphne and Theo. She wishes she could see the picture they all made. Three of the most despised people in the Wizarding World who aren’t in Azkaban all twined together in sex, young and beautiful only on the outside.

Theo starts fucking him hard and every slam pushes Draco harder into Daphne. She tries to hold on as long as she can, knowing that her climax will trigger theirs as well. She holds on to the sheets with shaking hands. This is the closest she’s felt to feeling alive in days.

It’s bliss, those few moments. Being so close to other human beings, each touch without pretense or facade. Daphne had never been a Death-Eater but her friends were and apparently that’s enough of an indictment for the rest of the population, never mind Azkaban. She still gets looks on the street from people she’s never met, and even some she has.

It’s worse for Draco and Theo, she knows, but she can’t help them. None of them can help each other in the outside world, they can only help each other escape in here.

Thoughts are slipping away from Daphne and she can’t hold on any longer, falling over the edge with Draco and Theo following shortly after. They collapse in a puddle of sweaty limbs on the bed, exhausted.

Draco and Theo lie on either side of her and wrap their arms around her, Daphne’s face pressed into Theo’s wiry chest. She breaths in the smell of him, of Draco, of sex and sweat and everything that reminds her of them. It fills her lungs with warmth, familiarity, and a little bit of hope.

Such a beautiful prompt. I don't know why I felt the need to write so much porn in response, but hopefully I did it some kind of justice anyway.

Re: harry/hermione -- this bird has flown

[identity profile] sing-song-sung.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! This was actually my first time writing HP fic so your comment means a lot.

[identity profile] onetraveller.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
this prompt! ♥

Re: harry/hermione -- this bird has flown

[identity profile] sing-song-sung.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

Re: harry/hermione -- this bird has flown

[identity profile] sing-song-sung.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
Thanks. :)

Re: harry/hermione -- this bird has flown

[identity profile] sing-song-sung.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much. I've never written for this fandom before so that's wonderful to hear.
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Re: daphne/draco/theodore - how we survived the war, nc-17 (2/2)

[personal profile] musyc 2010-11-25 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
Holy damn, Anon. This was hot and amazing and ;lkajsdf;lkjadsf. LOVED it.

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

[identity profile] ohdelighted.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
asdk;lfjasd, oh my god, i'm literally in tears. i don't even have coherent thought for this. This is the closest she’s felt to feeling alive in days. is probably my favorite line - so perfect.

i want you to not be anonymous so i can thank you properly because this is so, so unbelievably perfect and i can't thank you enough. i didn't think anyone would write anything for my prompts and you did and i love you for it. ♥ ♥ ♥

harry/hermione/ron. children of a lesser god.

[identity profile] martyr4mylove4u.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
children of a lesser god.


Harry was Ron’s friend first.

In the greater scheme of thing this shouldn’t matter. But perhaps it’s why when Hermione kisses Harry, after everything is over, Ron doesn’t mind.

Ron doesn’t mind at all.

-

What happens to the hero once he has given his life to save the world but failed to die in doing so? What happens to those who know him best, to the only ones who know him?

Nothing. And that is small sad truth that won’t ever be written down. It’s just one of those things that people have to live with.

-

There is a house in the woods. Somewhere dark and far from the eyes of the world.

There are three rooms and there are three beds but only one is ever slept in.

Hermione makes in tea in the mornings, in the muggle fashion, doesn’t wave her wand once. Her fingers curl around the teacup as she stirs in sugar. Harry reads the Prophet, creases the edges when the news displeases him. Ron butters toast, eyes still half full of sleep.

It is quiet.

Life is quiet now. And that shouldn’t ring with nearly as much disappointment as it does.

-

There are no weddings, not for any of them.

No one talks about it. Mrs. Weasley still gathers grey hairs for them, sends new sweaters on every occasion, worries and frets but even she doesn’t mention it.

There’s nothing to be said.

-

There are a thousand ways to kiss someone. There are a thousand things a kiss can mean.

Hermione’s every kiss means I love you. I love you. I love you. Even the thoughtless ones she leaves them with in the mornings when she’s rushing to the Ministry.

But sometimes when she kisses Harry, she saying I’m sorry.

It’s the only time she says it, because for all her brilliance with words, magical and otherwise, her tongue catches on these. Ron only ever says it when they’ve had too much firewhiskey; room bathed in darkness late at night the words slipping past his lips.

But that’s still better than the rest of the world. The rest of the world doesn’t even realize they need to apologize.

-

You’ll get lost out here, says Luna when she visits.

She looks out into the woods with her bright eyes and the way she says it, lost doesn’t sound like a bad thing at all.

-

Harry leaves occasionally. Goes away in the dead of night, an invisibility cloak and a wand at his side, and isn’t heard from in weeks, sometimes months.

They don’t worry. He always returns.

(A horcrux is a piece of your soul, torn and saved for when you need it most.

What do you call a piece of your heart trapped in another person? Three pieces, three bodies, one heart. What do you call that?

Home is where the heart is. Harry always comes back.)

Re: it's called the life effect (2/2) - ginny/neville - pg-13

[identity profile] hyacinthian.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
this is perfect.

Re: Luna/Neville; Symbiosis

[identity profile] lady-blackwell.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
I absolutely loved this! You're a genius! I never pictured the Wrackspurts and Devil's Snare as metaphors for Luna's PTSD after the war, but you made it happen! And the end, with Neville reminding her of sunshine was just adorable. Thank you!

Re: harry/hermione/ron. children of a lesser god.

[identity profile] aragons.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
OH MY GOd IVA, that is just perfect. It's everything about the Trio dynamic that I love, the way they have to retreat, that the world is too quiet now, that Harry has to leave.

Hermione makes in tea in the mornings, in the muggle fashion, doesn’t wave her wand once. Her fingers curl around the teacup as she stirs in sugar. Harry reads the Prophet, creases the edges when the news displeases him. Ron butters toast, eyes still half full of sleep.
This entire section was just stunning, because it's this lovely domestic snapshot and yet it says so much about them as people and god, this entire thing is just amazing. IT IS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WANTED.

Re: tom riddle/ginny weasley - two names

[identity profile] lady-blackwell.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
*sound of jaw hitting floor*

This was just...I am at such a loss for words. It was magnificent. Everything Tom taught her, how she still felt chained to him even after she finds out he's Voldemort, how old Ginny and new Ginny are the same. I loved these bits:
(her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever and it has always sounded like a promise to her, even though she wrote it herself)

and (it means you will betray–

Ginny has already made her choice. There was no choice.)


Thank you!

Re: harry/hermione; mending broken pieces - pg-13

[identity profile] spiderlin.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
THANK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
I LOVE IT SO MUCH <3

Harry/Hermione - Periphery

[identity profile] onetraveller.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
The first time she remembers taking his hand was in his sleep. She was eleven, bushy-haired and trembling and she held it so tight, for so long she made her hand go numb. It feels like that now. Waiting for him to wake up.

She sees his life pass by in snapshots. Tangible yet so far away. She sees him, of course. Pictures hang on the wall, meticulously arranged by a red-headed girl whose eyes are far too empty, far too much like her own. She sees him smile. She sees him hold his son. She sees him laugh. She sees him with his wife. But there is no picture of her.

She is part of a different lifetime, of a different photo album. The types of photo albums you don’t bring out to show your guests. She is interwoven in between threads of blood and silver stags. She is pressed in-between words of a story that was never told. She is trapped in a lifetime that is not his anymore. She is sowed in a quilt of time that no longer exists in his eyes. Their red and gold thread is not acceptable for display. They cannot show the curses and the dripping blood and the salty tears and the lipsagainstskin and flesh against flesh to the world. She is kept in a photo album in a dusty old box in the attic.

So they smile and ask, please pass the potatoes and exist in between the thank you’s and how are you’s. They are no longer making patterns all across the map, they are static and still and their photo collection grows in a pretty little album with flowers that are not covered in crimson and poison.

She fears, at times, that she is stuck in a world that has ceased to exist. But then again, she’s almostsure that he is too. She walks up the stairs laughing at a joke that Ron has just told, but all she can see is his life passing by in pictures that she does not quite recognize. Whereas she was once embedded in the middle of a circle, she is now perpetually on the periphery.

She cannot touch the pictures like she could touch his hands as he slept and she prayed to a god she didn’t even believe in, and this pains her the most. She’s tried in moments of weakness to run her hand against them but she is blocked by a piece of glass.

There it is, she thinks, the great Harry Potter’s life immortalized in pretty scrapbooks and framed pictures along the stairway and she doesn’t even recognize half of them.

But there is one. There is one that she recognizes too much. It is dimly lit and faded and it welcomes her each time she walks into Grimmauld Place. He is in the centre, with the sort of smiles that heroes have, and she is beside him and it was taken in a moment of weakness as she yawned and rested her chin against his shoulder, exhausted from trying to research a locating spell, her hand lightly brushing his. She remembers everything then.

(Not that she could forget).

Cold nights, and laughter that lit the air, and hand on hand, and lips on lips and tears streaming down, and songs they only know how to sing. She remembers everything from the warm sweaters on Christmas morning, to pumpkin pie, and laughing for joy. She remembers sitting by the fire, and she remembers the plain buttered toast, and she remembers the lake, she remembers screaming herself hoarse for a game she never cared about, she remembers holding him tightly as his tears turned to ice, she remembers hands intertwining with her own. And it’s more beautiful than anything she’s ever seen. So she lives with all the photo albums and frames that seem like blank pages to her – and she hates blank pages – because of that one. She’ll always have one.

[identity profile] perfectlystill.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
Bellatrix/Sirius - the darkness is a harsh term don’t you think? and yet it dominates the things i seek

Re: harry/hermione/ron. children of a lesser god.

[identity profile] martyr4mylove4u.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
THANK YOU. I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT.

Now I'm trying to write Narcissa/Bellatrix but all I want to do is have these three sit around darning socks or whatever and being so misunderstood by the world. I don't know what's happening to my brain.

Re: Easier Than Crying Part 2

[identity profile] onetraveller.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
guh! this was absolutely lovely! ♥ you captured the confusion and frustration and the light that luna just brought!

Re: harry/hermione -- this is my winter song to you (cont.)

[identity profile] onetraveller.livejournal.com 2010-11-25 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
... i ... can't good god, my fandom is so incredibly talented! I want to quote the whole thing.

“I know we can’t,” she cuts him off sharply. They never could. Not then and certainly not now.

BREAK MY HEART ALL OVER AGAIN, WON'T YOU?

Her tears glow like embers as they silently streak down her cheeks.

... I can't. This is just so tragic, and at the same time so incredibly stunning your words paint this vivid, harsh, beautiful picture and I'm sucked into this world that you have brought to life. gorgeous.