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operatingroomHarry 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.
7. Promote this if you please. You can use this code:
For text link:
In the image code box, you can use any of the banners below or the lead banner at the top of the post.
They're all uploaded to tinypic, so you can just copy/paste the source code:
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Have fun!
ETA:
effingeden has graciously offered to archive our prompts and fic here. Thanks so much!
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an addiction to hands and feet (2/2) - ginny/neville - r
Date: 2010-11-27 11:46 pm (UTC)The portrait swings shut behind him and now he asks: "What's wrong?"
"All of it," she says, and steps in to kiss him.
It's been weeks now since their scattered patterns of touching fell to a standstill, and she kisses him with the week's fury, the week's stillness breaking between their mouths. She bites his lower lip and his hands clasp her waist, his mouth open against hers. "What is this, Gin?" he whispers harsh into spaces that don't exist between them.
"A promise."
"What of?" His hands coil tight, push her back, his forehead aligning with hers and his eyes staring dead-on into her own.
"Here on out we're going to work." She presses a palm into his cheek, skin warming skin. She's not going to mention names, but he's nodding. "We're going to do things. Big things, all right?"
"Yeah," he says, and he clasps her face in her hands, lips to eyelids that aren't wet any longer (she swears—), limning along her cheek, her nose, until they match back up to her mouth. Voices to voices. Breath to breath.
Crooking one elbow around the back of his neck, she presses against him harder and harder. So much space to fill in, so much time, the ghosts of motion lost still lingering on her skin. His hips jut against hers, his stomach under her hand, the quick gasp he makes against her mouth. One thigh trapped between his. She knots with him—him and the claustrophobic walls around them, hands and joints and breath warming the air.
He pants, "I'm not—"
She stops. "Not what?"
"Not going to go," he says, and then she can't pretend to not be crying, but she thinks if they can just move fast enough, full enough, make each other sweat, that they'll be able to look past the breaking. This is a consummation—she abandons her robe crumpled on the floor, her sweater inching up above her trousers—first.
Sometimes she's afraid she'll go up in flames this year, but (as Neville kneels, pressing his lips to the slice of skin next to her navel, fingers moving in broad strokes) she knows at least there's someone solid (he touches her without any thought that she'll break or burn) who'll live it out no matter what. No matter what, as his arms lace around her waist and her fingers knot hard in his hair.
You're my bloody hero, she thinks with her thigh against his cheek.
Re: an addiction to hands and feet (2/2) - ginny/neville - r
Date: 2010-11-28 05:17 pm (UTC)Neville, gallingly, is even more silent than usual; when they're in proximity he keeps a foot of space between them, like if he won't touch her Luna will pop up into the unused space.
Oh... oh, Neville.
it's on the eighth day that Ginny finds herself staring shamefacedly at a plate of radishes for fifteen minutes—radishes, honestly, she thinks, and then oh bugger no, there are tears in her eyes.
Oh my god, I love Ginny. This is such a great moment, the radish trigger and Ginny's annoyance with crying. And then the way that Neville notices right away! Like they're completely in tune with each other.
He pants, "I'm not—"
She stops. "Not what?"
"Not going to go," he says, and then she can't pretend to not be crying, but she thinks if they can just move fast enough, full enough, make each other sweat, that they'll be able to look past the breaking.
Fucking perfect! You are a star!
Re: an addiction to hands and feet (2/2) - ginny/neville - r
Date: 2010-12-08 06:34 am (UTC)