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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:
by eleusis_walks
by superkappaby
lenina20:
If you want to make your own banner, please post it here.
Have fun!
ETA:
effingeden has graciously offered to archive our prompts and fic here. Thanks so much!
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Re: Harry/Luna, Luna Lovegood's evidence of the impossibility of true love.
Date: 2010-11-30 09:09 pm (UTC)Re: harry/hermione; and in the morning comes, you don't need to breathe so easy. (pg)
Date: 2010-11-30 09:11 pm (UTC)Re: Neville/Ginny - False Bravado, PG
Date: 2010-11-30 09:14 pm (UTC)Re: our lives run parallel (impossible without each other but useless if we merge) | hermione/luna |
Date: 2010-11-30 09:15 pm (UTC)you really should write more.
Re: harry/hermione - the thing to do (2/2)
Date: 2010-11-30 09:23 pm (UTC)Re: Neville/Ginny - False Bravado, PG
Date: 2010-11-30 09:31 pm (UTC)Re: worn out places, worn out faces | pansy/theodore
Date: 2010-11-30 09:32 pm (UTC)Re: On the Outside, Looking in -- Pansy/Theo PG-13
Date: 2010-11-30 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-30 09:41 pm (UTC)Harry/Hermione - Monsters
Date: 2010-11-30 09:42 pm (UTC)You gently run your fingers down his spine but he doesn't wake, and you feel the familiar spasm of guilt and regret stir from deep within your chest. You push it aside like you always do, because you reason with yourself that this is nothing more than two friends helping each other to fight away the monsters in the darkness.
Re: harry/hermione -- this bird has flown
Date: 2010-11-30 09:48 pm (UTC)Re: Sirius/Lily; breath of your last cigarette
Date: 2010-11-30 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-30 10:09 pm (UTC)Re: Harry/Hermione - the geography of anniversaries
Date: 2010-11-30 10:09 pm (UTC)Re: Charity Burbage/Severus Snape -- Thinking Of You
Date: 2010-11-30 10:10 pm (UTC)Re: harry/hermione -- this is my winter song to you (cont.)
Date: 2010-11-30 10:13 pm (UTC)scabior/hermione - your voice, it chased away all the sanity in me.
Date: 2010-11-30 10:18 pm (UTC)“Hello, beautiful.”
Those words always begin the ever familiar nightmare, the one that’s stuck with her through the past couple of years like a cough a smoker just can’t seem to shake, like a bad habit that’s unwilling to break. They’ve become less frequent in the past few weeks, or perhaps they’re occurring at the same pace, but now with Ron at her side in the night, he usually shakes her awake before her mind can reach the main event. And by the morning? Well, usually, by then she’s convinced herself she hasn’t seen his face again, that the brush of fingers she felt against her cheek (which doesn’t give her the same stark sensation of terror in her dream as they did on the night of the incident) was merely Ron trying to comfort her, and not some sick, desperate longing for the touch of a stranger.
Perhaps it’s something psychological, she muses over her tea as her fingers flip through the pages of an old book without giving herself the chance to really read its contents. Perhaps the reason that she has become so accustomed to his presence in the beginning of the nightmare, so accepting of their recalled closeness, is because his touch was tender in comparison to Bellatrix’s. Her mind could twist and construe his voice and his actions, and those fingers on her cheek, in her hair—they’re security, keeping her calm and safe and accepting of what will then proceed when things get blurry and she finds herself in Malfoy Manor.
She takes a sip from her lukewarm cup, finding that even above the buzz of the others within the coffee shop, she can still hear that echo—“Hello, beautiful.”—in her head with more clarity than in her sleep. With too much clarity.
When that all-too-familiar stranger sinks down in the chair opposing hers, Hermione can’t breathe. She realizes, from his body language, that the power given to him by Snatching was not what gave him confidence; no, it’s obviously something innate, because his head is held high and he leans forward as though he has no concern that she will make a grab for her wand and hex him to hell and back. He peers down at her book and then glances up to her, leaning so far across the table that their faces are too close for comfort.
She cannot determine if she is terrified or thrilled, but if she put a hand over her heart, she is certain she’d feel it pound against her fingertips.
His haughty gaze flickers with momentary amusement before he leans back, raising his hands, palms towards her, as if to say look, I’m harmless.
“Don’t look so frightened, lovey. You won, remember?”
Hermione clears her throat as though to speak, and he waits expectantly, but she can’t pry her lips apart and fight the right words to end her self-imposed silence. He shrugs, unconcerned, and reaches into the bag that he’d dropped down on the floor.
“No matter, I just supposed I would return this—” he lays down the scarf in the center of the table, and its dingy and stained (probably with blood) from his days as a Snatcher “—to its rightful owner.” And as quick as he arrived, he’s standing again, though she feels his predatory, possessive gaze on her as he retreats. She doesn’t dare look up, her eyes trained on that long lost article of clothing. “I do hope to see you again, beautiful.”
He’s gone, and suddenly Ron is shaking her awake, and she sits up with the blanket s clenched so tightly in her fingers that it hurts to pry them off. Their bedroom is dark but her eyes stay open long after Ron is snoring again, wandering from the ceiling to the closet door, tracing over the barely seeable lines in the wood.
Just a dream. It was just a dream. With a mixture of disappointment and scorn, she rolls back over and curls into Ron’s side, not allowing her mind to register the sight of the scarf hanging from the doorknob.
Re: One Summer- Draco/Luna (rated M)
Date: 2010-11-30 10:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-30 10:30 pm (UTC)"Not mine."
He knows he can never be the hero. He's not the savior. He doesn't win the prize or get the girl, but it doesn't mean he doesn't want.
He tells himself he's fine with his choices. Making Ginny happy. Supporting Harry. These are the choices that seemed so clear at the time; now lined with age and stained with blood. Battles he fought. Friends he lost. Tears he cried. They all mix together with the whiskey on his breath until the choices almost disappear. Until everything disappears but her.
She doesn't see him. This is just as true as the fact that she isn't his. She calls him her best friend. She claims that she needs him to pull her through. In reality, he's a crutch. A link to their childhood. She uses him to paint over her own pain.
He lets her. He could never deny her.
"Dance with me?"
He blinks up at her in surprise. His plan was to drown his sorrow and slip out, unnoticed as always. Now she's here and her white satin gown is swishing around her feet and her gloved hand is reaching out to him expectantly.
He could never deny her.
Now he's drunk and swaying with her in his arms, and it's just as he dreamed for a moment until he remembers that the ring on her finger belongs to another man. The nausea and the tears fight their way through until they are one feeling and he's terrified that he will explode.
He tries to pull away, but she still him with a hand on his cheek.
"Nev," she whispers softly, and for one moment he sees what he always hoped for in her eyes. But the music ends. Her hero appears, and her smiles changes and he's alone again in the middle of the floor.
He tells himself it's better. The he could never be what she deserves. He almost means it.
no subject
Date: 2010-11-30 10:35 pm (UTC)Re: sand | harry/hermione
Date: 2010-11-30 10:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-30 10:37 pm (UTC)*makes grabby hands*
Re: you’re not where you belong (inside my arms), harry/hermione
Date: 2010-11-30 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-30 10:50 pm (UTC)Re: Fred Weasley/George Weasley-Burden
Date: 2010-11-30 10:52 pm (UTC)