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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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Date: 2010-11-25 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-25 02:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-25 02:52 am (UTC)And you lean in for your last kiss,
Who in this world can ask me to resist?
Your hands cold as they find my neck,
Oh this love I have found, I detest
Re: sirius/regulus - the cadence of a certainty, PG
Date: 2010-11-25 02:54 am (UTC)thank you so much for taking my prompt! this was such a pleasure to read.
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Date: 2010-11-25 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-25 02:54 am (UTC)Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You
Date: 2010-11-25 02:55 am (UTC)He doesn't think of her preference for coffee over tea, the way she insisted on reading multiple Muggle newspapers every single day, the way she always passed him the first scone out of the bunch during breakfast every morning. He doesn't think of the way she smiled when he asked why she bothered and she told him that he should start the day off on the right foot.
He doesn't think of how she was always the first one waiting in the staff room for meetings, even when he left early to get there first, solely so he could claim his preferred chair by the fireplace. He doesn't think of how she always saved that chair for him anyway.
He doesn't think of the way her eyes would light up when she got a new Muggle book or electronic or other inanely Muggle item, the way she'd go on about the science and the mechanics or the history and the importance to Muggle culture. He doesn't think about how pleased she'd be when she actually managed to interest him.
He doesn't think of her intelligence, her kindness, her warmth, but most of all, he doesn't think of her, not even when she's suspended in front of him, begging him to help her, reminding him of their friendship.
He stares, and he watches as the Dark Lord kills her, and he thinks of nothing.
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Date: 2010-11-25 02:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-25 02:56 am (UTC)happy birthday.
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Date: 2010-11-25 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-25 02:58 am (UTC)Cho/Lee - tunnel vision
Date: 2010-11-25 03:00 am (UTC)He whispers her name, a low rasp. And all she can think is that without war, they probably never would have been --
But what does it matter anyway; the war is here, has been here, and there's no ignoring that fact.
They've been trying to hold Hogwarts together, and she knows that she's not wanted; neither of them really know what they're doing. The whispers about her float around through the large hallways - she pays them no mind. And now, here, when he holds her, his hands on her wrists, blood across his cheek, she wonders when she became a warrior when she used to consider herself another scholar.
He sags against her then, and she leads him to sit by the fire. "We'll get the fuckers."
She tries a small smile. "Or we'll die trying."
He's always been honest, and she's never appreciated that more than right now. There's no point in lying - they are going to die, she expects them to, but dying for the right thing -- she thinks about Cedric too much. He floods her thoughts as much as she tries to push him down; first love is meant to be full of happy memories and instead, all she remembers is his death, his funeral. His body.
Lee just leans against her.
They're always silent in these moments, and she's never sure if it's because neither of them have anything to say. There's nothing for either of them except this fight, this movement -- the silence is always there, always comfortable. She's not sure what that means, if that means anything. Maybe it means she's forgotten how to talk to people. But somehow, he understands her -
This war has always been about them at the same time that it hasn't been.
They weren't the warriors called on to fight, but they stand alone all the same. His thumb brushes against her pulse point, and she finds herself mumbling something about finding Padma.
He pulls her to him then, lips moving against hers, and she loses herself in the warmth of his hands, his lips. She gasps into the kiss as he pulls her closer and she thinks, she thinks, this is the kind of girl she could have been. Her hands find the back of his neck and it isn't about thinking, it isn't about the fight, just the two of them.
She pulls away with a soft laugh, her forehead against his; she wonders what they're doing sometimes, though she always gets the feeling it doesn't matter.
"I have to check on Padma," she says.
And Lee just says, "You ever wonder what we're doing here?"
She doesn't hesitate. "No."
Maybe it isn't their fight, and maybe it never was - it doesn't matter.
He doesn't tell her to be careful, there are no grand declarations -
She brushes her hair behind her shoulders and heads out into the fray.
Re: Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You
Date: 2010-11-25 03:01 am (UTC)Tears. So many tears. This is heart-wrenching, but deliciously so, and I love it. But teeeeeaaaaars.
wait for the dust to still, neville/ginny, pg-13 (1/2)
Date: 2010-11-25 03:08 am (UTC)"You should stop waiting," Neville says in the Room of Requirement. "We've bigger things to worry about."
Ginny stares daggers into him. As if Neville knows anything about Harry and what he's doing. Neville, who sits safely in an undetectable room while the other students are tortured and ridiculed. Neville is safe within the walls of Hogwarts, sleeping in the same bed every night and not running around the country like an idiot, not fighting Voldemort face-to-face, not lost like Harry. Not anything like Harry. Neville doesn't know what the fuck he's talking about.
He shrugs. "Just focus on this for now," he suggests but Ginny quickly stands up, storms out. All Neville sees is a streak of red hair as the door shuts loudly behind her. He's alone.
---
"Have you heard from Ron?" he tries a few days later. Neville wants to make conversation. He's lonely, more than anything. He almost misses classes and torture and in his dreams he can hear cruciocruciocrucio and echoing screams that he's sure aren't is. He's lonely but Ginny visits - even if she's sullen.
She folds her arms across her chest. "Of course not."
"Oh."
"You're bad at this."
"I know." He smiles. She sees every scar in the low light.
"I miss him."
Neville doesn't know which him she's talking about. He pretends she means her brother so he can reach out and touch her hand without guilt. It only half works.
---
"How long do you think it'll be like this?" she asks. Neville doesn't have an answer. Things are falling apart around them. More people are living in the Room of Requirement. Luna didn't come back after Christmas. Ginny says there are whispers in the hall. He wants to tell her it will be okay, that it will all be over soon, that they will win. Secretly, Neville doesn't want it to be over - he knows that means Harry comes back and he knows that means he won't be able to hold Ginny's hand any more.
But here, in the Room of Requirement, in the low candlelight as the other students laugh or sleep or stare absently into the distance, Ginny reaches for Neville's hand. She squeezes his fingers. "I know," she says, even though Neville hadn't said a word.
wait for the dust to still, neville/ginny, pg-13 (2/2)
Date: 2010-11-25 03:09 am (UTC)He doesn't remember what they were talking about. Something stupid, probably, because even though they somehow became the leaders of this misfit troop of fighters, they try not to be serious all the time. We need to remember how to be kids, too, he tells her once. But this time, he doesn't remember what they were talking about but they're sitting on the carpeted floor. Ginny's fingers are tangled in his and her head is on his shoulder. And Neville is saying God knows what when suddenly her lips are on his. Her warm lips are slightly parted when they meet his and Neville's so surprised that he doesn't do anything. He just stops.
But Ginny doesn't back down. She squeezes his hand and twists her body to press against his shoulder. And here Neville brings his free hand to her waist. He kisses back, it's awkward and messy. Neville hasn't had a lot of practice but the way she sucks at his lower lip reminds him that Ginny has had many boyfriends.
He pulls away. "Ginny," he half-whispers. "Don't."
And that's all it takes. She drops his hand and pushes away from him. "Fuck you, Neville," she spits, dangerous, soft but loud enough for the others to hear. She struggles to stand up, legs sore from sitting for too long. But once up, her eyes narrow and Neville is almost scared of her. She waits for him to stand up, too, before she shoves at his chest. He's taller than she remembered. "Fuck you, alright?" She's louder now and a few of the others turn to look. "All year you tell me to forget about Harry. All year you tell me to move on. You make me laugh, you talk about plants like things are normal, you- you- you hold my hand, brush my hair back." She's breathing hard, hands still on his chest. Her face has gone red. "What do you want? I've forgotten about Harry, okay? I'm done waiting for him. He'll come back and save the day but he can't have me! Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't it?!"
Everyone is looking now. Neville grabs Ginny's hand and pulls her into him. She buries her face in his chest and he feels the wetness through his robes. She's crying. He made her cry. "No, Ginny," he whispers into her ear as he smooths her hair back. "I just want you to be happy."
"I can be happy with you."
"I don't think either of us believe that."
---
No one is happier than Neville when Harry returns -- the Boy Who Lived, the Chosen One, the one who will save them all. Neville knows that without Harry, none of them would last much longer.
He catches only a moment alone with Ginny. She smiles at him weakly. "Thank you."
"I'm always here."
"I know."
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Date: 2010-11-25 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-25 03:12 am (UTC)Re: harry/hermione, there are no good choices
Date: 2010-11-25 03:15 am (UTC)AND THAT WHOLE LAST PARAGRAPH. I MEAN, GOOD LORD.
bellatrix/sirius - fourteen is a bizarre number, pg-13
Date: 2010-11-25 03:19 am (UTC)when you're fourteen, you learn that she doesn't have a filter (though you're mostly sure you already knew that) and that she sits in the doorway of the library to hiss horrible, terrible, unbelievably true things about the people that walk by.
when you're fourteen, she catches you kissing a girl whose name you neither want nor need to remember. the kiss isn't the best; the blonde is as inexperienced and hesitant as you are bored and confident in your own techniques, but it's a kiss you haven't had to ask for and you rarely turn them down. the look in her eyes isn't jealousy, but disappointment. (you feel more comfortable with the former.)
when you're fourteen, you fail astronomy. your parents are, naturally, horrified, and james and remus tease you for days because you failed the subject of your namesake, but you don't care about either of those because you hated the subject anyway. but then she calls you a disgrace and, for a brief moment, you wish you had revised; but then she says she wasn't talking about the subject and you hex her (because the slap she deserves feels too much like something you want) just to hear the sound of her scream.
when you're fourteen, she teaches you the meaning of black. it's a word that has a lot of meanings, a lot of variation, and one that you had only ever associated with the color and the deep, inescapable feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach every time april rolled around. but when you slide calloused hands along smooth, pale skin, black starts to mean wrong and she starts to scream your name, which starts to mean suffocate as you hold her shirt over her face until her limbs stop twitching and her body falls, numb against the floor as you slide your trousers on. (you would hold that shirt down forever if it would deafen her screaming in your head.)
when you're fourteen, things stop making sense, so you stop going back home, where people expect things of you that you no longer want to give.
and when you turn fifteen, she speaks of you in the past tense and tells her friends you've died.
Re: Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You
Date: 2010-11-25 03:26 am (UTC)Re: QUESTIONS/COMMENTS/GENERAL THOUGHTS
Date: 2010-11-25 03:28 am (UTC)You're welcome. ;-)
Re: QUESTIONS/COMMENTS/GENERAL THOUGHTS
Date: 2010-11-25 03:31 am (UTC)Ginny/Neville - folie a deux
Date: 2010-11-25 03:35 am (UTC)The moments are quiet, too personal, too close to whatever it is she thought she had left behind in the war. Everyone has battle scars, and he has always been the one to give her the space to feel hers. Funny, she thinks, how the space feels so stifling, suffocating, even when there's so much distance between them, opposite ends of the room and she thinks, she thinks, it never used to be like this.
He lets her be quiet, and somewhere along the line, even that became too much.
-
They don't talk much.
Too many of the words fell away in the midst of the war, in the midst of planning and tactics, in the midst of trying to hide out.
She remembers the warmth of his hand, his slight snore.
She can't think about the war, she can't, but sometimes it is all she can think about, all she can remember, and at night, Harry's body next to hers is too wiry, too lean, and she can't figure out what it all means because he is Harry Potter, he has always been what she's wanted.
And she comes here, and he looks at her, her name on his lips, and she can't even make sense of her own thoughts, her life.
He's halfway through telling her about the jobs he's applied for when -
"Do you ever think about it," she whispers, "the war?"
He closes his eyes and his fingers curl around the paneling of his desk and yes, she thinks, yes, he has always known how she's felt even if neither of them have been able to say it.
"Hard not to."
She looks away.
-
She has never fit, never - too many boys in her family (and not enough, a space to be filled) and her mum and she has spent too much time shouting and shouting for someone to tell her who she is. She paces while she talks and he just watches her, silent.
She once thought Harry Potter could save her, not just from the monsters, but save her and now - there are lapses in her self-awareness but now, right now, she wonders if she ever could be saved.
And he says, "The war's over, Ginny." And it is, it is, but his tiredness seeps into his voice and she can hear it, the dullness, she can hear everything, but none of it makes sense and all she wants is to ask him to be here again, to save the world again, to take her hand and fight alongside her. The war had its logic and ever since the end, The End, she has found herself trying to fill the space that can't be filled; the structures have disappeared and instead, she is left with the gaps between her fingers trying to catch the tumbling bits, the shards of the world as it was, and the largest one that falls into her palm is Harry Potter.
"It'll never be over."
He reaches for her hand, the hesitation plain on his face, and she's always been impulsive - act now, think later - but it seems so simple. She slips her hand into his, and the familiarity burns itself into her, like the nights they used to lie together by the fire, trying to empty their heads of the memories of too much blood and too much battle.
She settles into him then, and he lets her, and so much has happened that they've never spoken of -- Hannah, Harry -- but they've never quite needed words.
Her lips brush against his cheek and then, and then, she is kissing him and his lips are softer than she remembers; he deepens the kiss and she laughs against his lips.
There are no sides anymore, no broad thick lines of good and evil, and she doesn't care, she doesn't care - they have all been fighting battles they've never been able to win. He's fought alongside her so much and she's not sure if she's fighting on the right side in this one, but it doesn't matter. The war has ended, the world is saved - they're just trying to put themselves back together.
He pulls away and she rests her head against his shoulder, her breath hot on his neck.
-
The years go by and everything gets simpler and more complicated.
Well, she marries Harry, for one thing.
-
Maybe the war will end for her one day if she pretends hard enough that it already has.
When she visits him, he never lets her pretend.
He holds the pieces he has of her together, and it always dawns on her then just how badly she's fallen apart.
-
She never stops seeing him.
Re: Sirius Black/Lily Evans(/James Potter) - always cry at weddings
Date: 2010-11-25 03:35 am (UTC)I love this so much. Really, truly do.
Re: IS THIS SHIP CANON OR NOT?
Date: 2010-11-25 03:44 am (UTC)