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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[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

harry/ron/hermione,

We got nowhere to go and no home that’s left
The water is rising on a river turning red
It all might be OK or we might be dead
If everything we’ve got is slipping away
I meant what I said when I said until my dying day
I’m holding on to you, holding on to me

Re: I once was blind, but now I see (Harry/Hermione)

[phiso-kun.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh this is lovely (and deals with Ron in a way that I've always felt had been dealt with in canon, to an extent) and yes. Just yes, yes, yes. Loved it.

fill: the domestication out of my pirouettes (narcissa, rosier, pg-13) - 1/2

[crosshair.livejournal.com]

the domestication out of my pirouettes. narcissa/rosier. pg-13.
you or not you broken down like this: into what she would, or would not have.

Here is a boy, there, and another, have yourself another one: they are all here before you.

Your sisters beside you are bolder, always, garrisons of your unmanning, and they whisper to you now, whisper: pretend.

Pretend, Cissy.

Pretend they’re all here for you. They are, you know, not just, never just, but they are.

You try to make a boy out, a glimmer among the collars.

There is someone with hair like yours, tall, and a posture of rank—

From where you are now, it is hardly enough.

You remain in your seat, for now.







See, girls know better sooner than boys.

You could make believe, but it is a silly thing to do.

To dream without caution is the fancy of lions, and you could never allow yourself to be so heedless.

Your pride is prescient.

You will wait, hand on lap, until the boys come to you.







Eventually, there is Rosier.

You notice his name for the first time when he is one boy, in one chair. Like the other boys, you recognise him only when he’s singled out.

He accepts the Hat upon him, palms up. His knees open for the answer.

Below the hem of his robes, you are close enough to see the fresh creases in-seam. The starch of his breeches, already tested.

Prepared.

It takes one moment; he is welcomed, with uncrossed arms, into your house of snakes.







He is young, yes. Years below you, but years mean as little as relation, and the blood that tends him ages as well as your own.

Like so many of them, he soldiers in the shadow of his father’s name, the same. He is a pureblood to his letter.

You think, maybe, he understands names like you. That you don’t have to make names for yourself.

That the names are made for them.

And you only have to do what is expected of you.







Evan Rosier is a tempest, reined in by wiser disciplines. It is his restraint that keeps you, keeps you noticing.

Bella bandies with the boys, older boys who carry longer wands than her own, and younger boys, too, like him.

You watch the boy in the common rooms.

The gild of Rosier’s hair a mute shade between Avery and Snape, and his spine is always straight. He does not rare for a fight, but he is quick to wage.

Complicit already, as he is, in the augur of war.

He achieves; in spar and in grade, he ascends. But the accolades are never beyond the reach of his arm.

He is not nearly as remarkable as he would care it necessary to be.

You are familiar with holding back, you like that he does too.

You like less that he would, with someone like you: if.







He looks at you, once. He looks up before you look away, and there, you can be caught in ways other than mirrors.

Others have loved you before, impetuous. The boys are blind.

His eyes, Evan Rosier’s, they are open. Cloudless, unfettered. They say what your cousins cannot: I am an only son.

It's a thrill.

[zauberer-sirin.livejournal.com]

oh my. i've been scribbling fic in the breaks between films (i'm in the middle of a film festival) but mercifully none of my friend journalists have asked what the hell i was writing. with hope i will have time to type it tonight (it got looooooong.)

Re: harry/hermione; he knocked on my door and entered the room, pg-13

[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

This is absolutely breathtaking. It hurts and fixes and the flow of it is flawless. Your prose is just fantastic.

I’ll build a house for you among the trees.

♥ I am incoherent.

fill: the domestication out of my pirouettes (narcissa, rosier, pg-13) - 2/2

[crosshair.livejournal.com]

When he comes to you (for you still never ask, you are still asked of), your heart is softer, flaxen for someone else.

You are sixteen now. He is only as young as he is entitled to be.

He carries himself to you without the fetor of Black disgrace, without excess, without. Into your confidence he is a royal assumption, and then, and then—

A kiss. Kisses, and more. A kiss, and his adage, seared into the back of your hand, small in his. He is careful with you, like he should. Like a first time.

You bring it to your cheek, wrist pressed to lip, quiet, and you can feel it again.

Listen, skin, ears to your skin, and in: Because there is no best time.

What he proposed to you was, I would like to offer mine.

He would settle for himself easily. But he is a gentleman enough to try, so—

You allow yourself to be taken.

You kiss him in kind.







After he comes inside you, you ask him of want. What of it.

He smiles, traces the dignity in your crossed legs, secure around him. Well. I’m learning too.







In bed, he calls you Narcissa. Your name is a girl starved for his courtship, a thread in his mouth raveling. The spinner’s wheel in his tongue is a pedal drawing you, you, and you listen. You wait.

You desiccate.

He makes the first move, he does, eventually.

So polite, before he fills you again.

He takes for himself, with you; and with that, he has taught you how to want. To want, when you already have.

To eat, when you are already full.

Of course he used you, in some way. He uses his grace; his grace is still true. He is a Slytherin, like you, and he is thorough in all his names.

To the letter.

He opens your drawers like they call.







On the day of your graduation, you leave Evan Rosier with one swan dance.

There are bigger responsibilities they shoulder than desire, now.

His hands around her waist are in place, proper. Step, turn, step, back, stand; and you realize he has known as well as you have.

They were never a turn to love.

You tell him, in love with another man: I believe we’ve had enough.

He concurs, one boy: We lasted as long as we wanted.

He dips you in your yes, brings you to stand, and the fabric of your skirt falls in folds. Yes.

We have had.

It ends.







The ink will have long dried on his forearm before you think to ask him why.

Why you.

But you are in war, and war is no time for questions.

You keep these questions to yourself, with your secrets, and you keep it all.

When you marry Lucius, you allow yourself to make one more, to mark this, and this secret you align with the boy: you wanted to be defiled.

It was about a boy, for you. Never Rosier. No. Just a boy.

The boy, he wanted to spoil a girlhood; he chose yours.

He didn’t choose you.

And you, you got what you wanted too.







Your son will be born too soon.

Evan Rosier, however, dies punctual: for a greater cause.

You hear that he dies fighting. Fighting in his conviction, rather than stealing away with it, like Karkaroff, or Lestrange, like so many of the others.

He may still have been a boy, then.

You saved yourself for a boy like him, once. You gave him up for a man with self-preservation.

See, the deaths, their reflections, the brink—they are what matter to you now. You have a husband; you have enough.

And you would rather grow old than die right.

After all, you no longer live for yourself.

You’re not a girl anymore.

The prompt escaped from me at some point. I am very sorry for this. D:

Re: Bellatrix/Snape; you have to mean it

[miss-mishi.livejournal.com]

god this is fantastic

you can just feel bellatrix in all of it, hovering over you, your sense of expressing physicality is perfection

Re: I once was blind, but now I see (Harry/Hermione)

[magic-knickers.livejournal.com]

This is the heartbreaking kind of stuff that makes me sort of ship Harry/Hermione. Gorgeous, really.

Re: you’re not where you belong (inside my arms), harry/hermione

[theagonyofblank.livejournal.com]

My heart broke for Harry, a little.

Thank you! :)

Re: Bellatrix/Snape; you have to mean it

[eleusis-walks.livejournal.com]

aw thank you bb ♥

i wanted her to be kind of smothering to the reader, so i am glad that came across.

[lint138.livejournal.com]

In the spring he picks flowers for her hair, lush and full and deep. Walking along a true green path, watching the birds as they sing. The smile she wears, only for him, laughter slips past pearl white teeth.

In summer he dips hands into the river, cooling her skin wrought with heat. Walking along the still green path, feeding the chipmunks as they come to greet. The look in her eyes, only for him, the question popped so serene.

In the fall he shares a canister of tea, the cup huddled between. Walking along the browning path, all the leaves fading from green. The kiss she shares, only for him, eyes falling closed with need.

In the winter he holds her steady, avoiding a fallen tree. Walking along the snow white path, huddled together for heat. The ring on her hand, only for him, their journey through the woods complete.

Re: fill: the domestication out of my pirouettes (narcissa, rosier, pg-13) - 2/2

[falseeeyelashes.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, please do not apologize! This is just so bonkers good, I cannot even. I honestly really didn't expect anyone to fill the prompt, to have something as awesome as this to read is such a treat. I love the way you have written Narcissa and Rosier here, this fantastic dark poetic beat to the entire thing. There were so many brilliant choice lines throughout this - He looks up before you look away, and there, you can be caught in ways other than mirrors, or, Your name is a girl starved for his courtship, a thread in his mouth raveling. The spinner’s wheel in his tongue is a pedal drawing you, you, and you listen. You wait, and then that delicious punch at the end: The boy, he wanted to spoil a girlhood; he chose yours.

I cannot thank you enough for writing this. I truly enjoyed reading this and I adore what you have managed to do with such a totally random pairing of characters. Thank you again!

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

EXCELLENT.

Re: harry/hermione - my heart is holding onto you

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

:D I LOVE MY POST-WAR HARRY HEADSPACE TOO OKAY IT'S A PLACE I INTEND TO MOVE INTO AND SET UP SHOP IT. ALL WAS NOT FUCKING WELL.

but yes. of course it changes them. it has to change them—at the very least ginevra must because it turns three into four but the angles aren't equal, it's a parallelogram but not a rectangle, there are no even angles anymore.

oh i like that. i'm going to use that.

♥ ty bb.

Re: harry/hermione - my heart is holding onto you

[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

YES YES. I WOULD LIKE TO LIVE THERE AS WELL. Okay, I know JKR had to end it someplace and Deathly Hallows makes sense. But I am so interested in these people directly post-war and how they cope with all that and how THEY WILL NEVER BE WONDERFULLY HAPPY SENDING THEIR RIDICULOUSLY NAMED KIDS OFF TO HOGWARTS /have spent too much time thinking about the epilogue lately.

at the very least ginevra must because it turns three into four but the angles aren't equal, it's a parallelogram but not a rectangle, there are no even angles anymore.

This is the best visual representation of what dividing the trio into these two relationships does and how it doesn't work. How they are a triangle and now they aren't even a shape, but they are trying to be. How all the sides and lines are not equal and do not make a corner. And poor Ginevra, who I want to like, but cannot because she is not real, but who has so much potential (especially in fic) and how does she deal with this? With the fact that her husband will always love her brother/sister-in-law more than her? That she will never have their connection because they cut her off from it and she was never part of it and cannot be. It is too late and they've experience too much without her. She is not integral to him like they are.

Just, I would like to live in your brain.

Re: Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You

[sarcasticsra]

Thank you!

Re: Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You

[sarcasticsra]

Oh, man, that's really great to hear. Thank you.

Re: Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You

[sarcasticsra]

I'm glad it achieved what it was supposed to! Thank you.

Re: Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You

[sarcasticsra]

Thank you.

Re: Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You

[sarcasticsra]

Oh, wow, I think that's one of the highest compliments you can get. Thanks so much!

Re: harry/hermione - my heart is holding onto you

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

honestly, the pre-epilogue DH was perfect. r/hr had their ending, it was contained, it was clear what her projections of the ships were, and there was no reason for that epilogue to exist. idgaf. i will hate that shit until the day i die. for numerous reasons, one of which clearly includes the treatment of my kids. done. without that epilogue this fandom would have been fine. with it, the fandom collapsed on itself. and i hate that. i don't care what canon says; i've been a doomed shipper in one way or another since age six. i don't care for that. i care about what fandom can give me. and there's barely a fandom left. hence: this ficathon exists.

RIGHT? I'M PRETTY PROUD OF THAT, NGL. sometimes my brain comes up with some fun stuff. but, ginevra. i am fascinated by ginevra. there is no happy story there. she clearly had no say in the naming of their children, harry will always pick ron and hermione over her, and sometimes i think that she and ron must have quiet weasley-born conversations about how harry and hermione's relationship functions. see this article (http://blog.moviefone.com/2010/11/23/harry-potter-hermione-ron-weasley-love/), i am so obsessed. articulates my feelings so well. have left a comment to that effect. but they are built of each other whether you want to call in platonic or not see this post from my tumblr yesterday (http://hopesichord.tumblr.com/post/1693990841/hermione-youll-be-okay-harry-youre-a-great). don't care. you can call them best friends and nothing more if you want, that's fine with me, but these two exist on a different plane than they do with everyone else that surrounds them. not necessarily a better or worse one, i suppose, but undeniably different. it's why i already read the kids in HP as older than they textually were. because they're different, and their relationship has always been different. none of the others had noticed a thing. i need say nothing else.

... this is my default fb picture rn (http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1143.snc4/148525_1521905011197_1341720297_31353406_3387673_n.jpg)

it's fine.

Re: harry/hermione - my heart is holding onto you

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

i'm actually kind of surprised i've never written about it before. it seems so obvious. but i have another fic planned for this afternoon that will do some more examining of that. :D

i'm glad you liked the fic!

Re: harry/hermione - my heart is holding onto you

[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

I agree. Before the epilogue Deathly Hallows was doing just fine and being absolutely wonderful and I was in love. Still am in love. But that epilogue is out of place. It shits on Harry and Hermione and the connection and relationship they have. It shits on all the characters. They are more complex than they are shown to be there. They are better than that. Why does it exist? Why? Even as a snapshot of one particular moment in their lives it does not work because it presents itself as a summary of these people's lives post-war. Which, no. No no no. I hate it so much. Kills the fandom and disrespects the readers and the characters. No no no. DO not want.

IT IS PERFECT. YOU SHOULD BE PROUD. Ginevra does not have a happy existence, there is no way. And I can see she and Ron having those conversations so clearly because while the trio is my ship numero uno, Harry/Hermione is where I (heavily heavily) lean. That article explains why so well. It is perfect. Their love, whether you want to call it platonic or romantic or whatever, really is different (which is how I see the trio functioning as a unit, too). It is greater and more real and pure and important than anything else. They are wonderful. And my mother and I had a conversation and she just kept asking what Hermione sees in Ron. And I could respond with his humor and his heart, but it doesn't really compare to what she sees in Harry. It is not the same, thus the leaning, Because she and Harry just work on this different level, as you said. And it is so obvious and what are they but their own. They put hearts in my eyes. Need to reread the books, need to reread ootp.

haha omg. That is the greatest fb default I think I have ever seen. I am glad you regret nothing.

[oursadhearts.livejournal.com]

I am LOVING all the Mumford and Sons! Great song and great prompt!

Re: harry/hermione - the thing to do (2/2)

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

They would have married in the Forest, maybe. They might have never married. They might have carved themselves out a world they could stand.

this is.

one of the most outstanding lines i've ever read.

But this is important. If he ever has to condense himself into a vial of ephemeral memories, better this, better the world in full color than the world confined to negative space, to lack.

aehfouaehfouaehfouaeh

oh.

oh.