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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:
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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: 2010-12-01 02:32 am (UTC)one of my favorite songs
so i might do this.
The Best Story
Date: 2010-12-01 02:36 am (UTC)It started with a kiss on the cheek and then moved on to touching here, then there and then....
Then it was like they were fire. Clothes off, skin to skin, and mouth to mouth.
She whimpers as he brushes that spot and her back arches and they are pressed together. His fingers are in her hair and her nails are scratching down his back. It hurts but it's that good kind of hurt where you don't want it to stop.
They are both in pain, so much pain, but together in this moment it doesn't seem to matter. Here with her clutching him to and his head pressed into her shoulder there is no room for anything but them.
For her it has always been about him. All of her worrying, her anxiety, her fear; he's the root. For him it's always been about the war and his place in it and she's always been able to quell it just enough for him to breath.
Like two cogs in a machine they move together and it feels like it's never ending.
She can feel herself getting close but she doesn't want it to end just yet. At the end she'll have to return to thinking, at the end she'll have to worry again and think and think and think and she doesn't want to do that anymore, at least not for a while.
It last for a few more moments and then they are there. She's arching and saying his name over and over and over like he's the only thing holding her together.
Hermione and like that they are both coming back to ground. Tears prickle her eyes but she holds them in. He can't hold his.
He pulls her to him until her back is flush against his chest. He's shaking and sobbing, his face buried in her hair.
And all she can do is make shushing sounds as tears finally fall from her eyes. She turns so that she can hold him to her.
They don't say it because they can't. Once they step outside of this tent they have to go back to the way it is, to the way that it is expected to be.
The hero and his best friend is a story that never gets told. He is destined for the girl and she is destined for his second. But here in this tent at the edge of the woods, they are together and that is all that matters.
And I love you gets said in dreams and in the way they hold each other. It is said over and over again years after this moment is just a memory. It is said in longing looks and slight brushes.
They are both alive, they both survived.
The hero and his best friend win the war and marry the ones they love.
It's a beautiful story that is told over and over again; the best stories always do because the best stories never tell the whole truth.
Re: ron weasley/mary cattermole ; photographs ; pg
Date: 2010-12-01 02:37 am (UTC)Severus Snape/Charity Burbage-- Unworthy (PG)
Date: 2010-12-01 02:53 am (UTC)Sweat drenched his brow as fingers clutched at his sheets. He could hear her voice again, haunting his dreams. Her face swam in his consciousness; Charity's plump cheeks, her bright blue eyes, and her rosy smile. He had always snarled at her unending patience, her naivety. She should have known better, especially with the dark steadily encroaching on their world.
"Severus, please..."
Charity hadn't deserved to die. He should have been stronger, quicker with his words. He could have-- should have-- saved her.
Like he should have saved Lily.
"But...but Severus, we're friends..."
His teeth clenched as he growled in his sleep, his head thrashing on the pillow. He didn't have friends. He didn't deserve them, not since he'd lost his only friend to his need for acceptance. So why did Charity's face haunt his dreams?
""Not content with corrupting and polluting the minds of wizarding children, last week Professor Burbage wrote an impassioned defence of Mudbloods in the Daily Prophet. Wizards, she says, must accept these thieves of their knowledge and magic. The dwindling of the pure-bloods is, says Professor Burbage, a most desirable circumstance... She would have us all mate with Muggles..."
The words of the Dark Lord echoed in the dark void, taunting him. She'd been a meaningless kill for him, really. Charity posed no threat to his cause, not like Minerva or Filius did or even Aurora or Sibyl did. Her death had been for sport, merely a bit of after-dinner entertainment.
It sickened Severus.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!... Dinner, Nagini."
He could see it in his mind's eye as clearly as if it were yesterday; her body falling to the table with a loud 'thunk,' Nagini's low hiss as she slid over the polished wood to her prey. Severus had watched as the large snake devoured the body, making certain that Charity's body would never be found.
A low groan slipped from his lips as he watched the scene replay in his dreams. Only this time, before her head disappeared into the jaws of the snake, her eyes flew open one last time, her gaze locked onto Severus' own.
"Why did you let me die, Severus?"
Jolting awake with a startled gasp, Snape sat straight up in bed, pressing a hand to his chest. Just a dream, he thought, again. In the mirror across the room, he could see his reflection clearly in the moonlight; hair wild, eyes wide, and pale skin gleaming with sweat. His Dark Mark was stark against the whiteness of his arm, reminding of what he really was.
A coward, unworthy of friendship... or love.
He had failed Lily, and he had failed Charity. He wouldn't fail anyone else. Of that, he was avowed.
Re: harry/hermione; stars collide (they won't know you're gone); pg
Date: 2010-12-01 02:55 am (UTC)You can’t help but chuckle. ‘What would we do?’
His smile is lopsided, hopeful, laden with grief. ‘Be in love.’
Stunning and poignant. So very lovely. <33333
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Date: 2010-12-01 02:58 am (UTC)sometimes i cannot take this place
sometimes it's my life i can't taste
sometimes i cannot feel my face
you'll never see me fall from grace
Re: minerva mcgonagall/tom riddle - the fall of the house of escher
Date: 2010-12-01 03:12 am (UTC)Re: Harry/Luna, Luna Lovegood's evidence of the impossibility of true love.
Date: 2010-12-01 03:42 am (UTC)A well-written H/L ship piece is like one of Luna's Snorkack's: rarely seen, and treasured when spotted. I think I've found one here.
Neville/Ginny - Don't Mind At All
Date: 2010-12-01 03:44 am (UTC)She steals you away from the festivities, pulling you up the stairs. You have to grab her to keep her from falling after she trips on the top step, which causes her to burst out in girlish laughter. She tries to stifle it, but it’s no use. She’s had one too many butterbeers and some firewhiskey, but then again, so have you. She ushers you into her childhood room, whispers a locking charm on her door, and turns to face you.
“Ginny, why did you bring me up here? Is everything alright?” you hear yourself asking, trying to regain some control. She giggles at your attempt.
“Oh, loosen up, Neville. It is a party, after all!” she practically shouts. You can’t help but smile at her intensity – you’ve always admired that about her. Suddenly, your head is swimming, and it’s all you can do to stand up. Luckily, you don’t have to, as Ginny is pulling you down onto her bed. Your breath catches, and you're immediately aware of your surroundings. The worn, flowered wallpaper floods your vision, along with the decorated smiles of her family and your friends in the magical photographs that hang on the wall. The same family and friends that are down stairs right now, probably wondering where you and Ginny have gone.
“Ginny, I think we should-,“ you start before you feel the warmth of her lips on yours. She’s looming over you, her eyes fluttered closed, her cherry hair falling across her face. The taste of butterbeer with a dash of firewhiskey invades you, and yet, you find that you don’t mind at all. Once your eyes close, you find that your hands are roaming, and a faint streak of curiosity makes you wonder how long they’ve been roaming.
“Neville…,” she whispers, and you’re quickly brought to your senses. Your ever-so-drunk senses. It pains you to push her away, but knowing Ginny, this won’t be the end of it.
“What are you doing? What’s wrong?” she asks, her lips red with kisses. It takes all you have to not pull her in for more.
“I can’t…I mean…you’re drunk!” you say rather loudly. Ginny lets out an excessive laugh, snorting once or twice.
“Yeah, so are you!”, she replies. You shake your head, although the firewhiskey makes you immediately regret it.
“That’s not what I mean. It’s not right…I’m taking advantage of you,” you mutter. It’s then that Ginny’s expression softens. She smiles.
“I’m the one who kissed you, aren’t I? If this is what you want, and you know it’s what I want, then let’s go for it. What do you say, Nev?”, she asks, a timid smile playing on her lips. There’s a moment’s pause. The moving photographs catch your eye.
“What about the rest?” you ask. Ginny lets out what can only be described as a feral moan. Her smile widens.
“Never mind the rest.”
With that, she pulls you over to her once more, her lips over taking yours. And you don’t mind at all.
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Date: 2010-12-01 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 03:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 03:56 am (UTC)Fill! James/Sirius - Friends Without Benefits (1/2)
Date: 2010-12-01 04:02 am (UTC)“You know I like you, James.”
It was one thing getting drunk with Sirius, and another being sober with him. So long as they were on equal footing, things were brilliant.
“I really do.”
But when there were on opposite sides of that spectrum… it was the least James could do not to hex his best friend to the opposite side of the country.
“If you liked me, you wouldn’t have drunk the whole bottle by yourself, you prat,” James muttered.
Sirius was too focused on what he was trying to say to pay much attention to James’ growing irritation. He scooted closer, bleary determination in his eyes. “I really, really like you.”
James sighed. When he and Sirius drank, it was usually with Remus – who then bore the brunt of Sirius’ pawing – but sometimes, it was just the two of them. Sirius never tried anything on him while they were both drunk. No, it was only while James was stone-cold sober… this was never happening again. Once was more than enough.
Lips brushed his neck. Stubble tickled. Clumsy fingers tugged at his shirt, not even stopping when James caught his wrist.
“Please, James, I want – so bad – jus’ once!”
“Give over, Sirius.”
Whiskey-fumed breath spilled against his cheek as Sirius pressed all the closer. “I coul’ make you feel so good, make you come like you wouldn’ b’lieve. Gimme a chance.”
Teeth clamped down on his earlobe, a little too sharply to be teasing. James hissed and jammed his elbow into his best friend’s gut. With a particularly canine yelp, Sirius jerked back, but didn’t retreat fully to his side of the couch. “I said ‘no’ and I mean it!”
“You… I thought, always thought… you don’ like me, James?” He looked so hurt and confused, like a dog beaten without reason.
James pushed both hands through his hair and shut his eyes. “’Course I like you, moron. We’ve been mates for seven years.”
“So, what’s a little fuckin’ b’tween friends? They’ve been doing it in Sly’rin since Malfoy got sorted…”
“Reg told you that, I’m guessing?” He got a grunt in reply. Of course he’d heard it from his little brother. Whether it was true or not had probably never crossed Sirius’ mind. “What’s good for a Slytherin is poison for a Gryfindor.”
“But. But. I really want to. You’re… I can’t look at you and not want you. You’re so fucking perfect.”
The confession was slurred but sounded alarmingly heartfelt. It completely wrong footed him. He had thought Sirius just admired him, as a friend and as competition, but never once had he thought there was anything sexual attached. He didn’t know where to start putting it right. “Sirius…”
“Once couldn’ hurt, James. Jus’ lemme show you. Ask Moony, he knows how good it –”
“I don’t want to know what you and Moony get up to!” Sirius had edged closer to him again, his body heat seeming to come off him in waves. James started to get up, but in that instant Sirius lunged. James gave an undignified squawk as he was unbalanced and forced to the floor, Sirius on top.
“You’ll like it, I swear!”
“Merlin’s balls, get off me!”
“Shhhh, shhhh, jus’ shut up –”
Fill! James/Sirius - Friends Without Benefits (2/2)
Date: 2010-12-01 04:02 am (UTC)Sirius stilled instantly. “Uh…”
“I’m not being funny, but if you value your looks you should get your hand off my crotch.” The hand obliged. James pointed his wand away, jaw still clenched.
Sirius eased back slightly, looking more lost and forlorn than he had when he’d run away from home.
The fire’s crackle was the only sound for several moments. It bullied James into speaking, though he hardly knew what could be said that would make any of this all right. “Look. If I were, I don’t know, put together differently, or if you were, I’d be all over you.” Dark eyes snapped onto his, confusion and hurt still making them clouded. “I can see how you have more girls after you than there are after me. I mean, you’re good looking. But, more than that. It’s your personality. You’re the most amazing person I’ve met in my life. I don’t know how to be without you. And, if I could, I would be as much yours as anyone can belong to another person. I don’t know if that makes any sense, but… fuck. I’m making this worse. I am less gay than… than Lily’s sister is a wizard!”
Sirius blinked. “Hm. Thought it was worth a try. Peter’s gonna win that stupid bet, then.” With a lot less reluctance than James had been braced for, Sirius rolled off him to sprawl on the hearthrug.
“Bet?” he echoed.
Sirius hummed again. “I said I could get in anyone’s knickers. He said I couldn’t get in yours. If your jeans were an inch looser…” He sighed. “Little prat’s going to gloat for a week.”
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Date: 2010-12-01 04:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-01 04:23 am (UTC)Re: sirius/regulus - want nobody to mourn
Date: 2010-12-01 04:26 am (UTC)Re: Harry/Luna, Luna Lovegood's evidence of the impossibility of true love.
Date: 2010-12-01 04:33 am (UTC)Re: Handmates For Certain
Date: 2010-12-01 04:35 am (UTC)Draco/Luna -- Knight in Dented Armor (PG) 1/2
Date: 2010-12-01 04:36 am (UTC)Only the thought of his mother, who held her back straight and spoke the family name with pride, propelled him down the stairs and deeper into the dungeon. Him, of all people, carrying food to Luna Lovegood.
He had intended to fling the plate of scraps at her feet and leave, hurling an insult into the darkness behind him, but she was waiting for him at the foot of the stairs when he arrived. Close, but not so close that he could reach her. Like a frightened dog begging for food from its master, he thought. Except her eyes, which were far too alert and understanding to belong to an animal.
“Thank you for the food,” she said, and then he had no choice but to hand it to her. She munched on a bit of stale bread slowly, as if this weren't the only meal she'd had all day. “This isn't very good,” she added, but her tone was so matter-of-fact that there was no way she meant it as an attack, or even a reproach. Draco snorted despite himself. It was absurd, a prisoner criticizing the food. Luna Lovegood criticizing anything Draco Malfoy had to offer.
She took his snort as a gesture of friendship and stepped a little closer. He'd forgotten that about old Loony, how she'd take even the slightest attention as the beginning of a friendship. It had made her such an easy target.
“I'm sorry your father's not well,” she said. The words pulled him up short. There was no sneer on her face, no hint of sarcasm in her voice. She really was sorry that the man holding her captive -- a man who would kill her if the Dark Lord ordered him to -- was unwell. For a second, Draco was consumed by curiosity. Why should she be sorry for his father when she should be praying him to an early grave? But he banished the question quickly.
“What would you know about my father?” he snarled. What right did she have to talk about his father? Look at her old man.
“I saw him when they brought me in,” she answered as if his question had been sincere. “I would worry about my father if he looked like that.”
Draco was about to say something cutting about Xenophilius Lovegood's usual appearance when she focused those creepy blue eyes on him. Most of the time, they made her look like she was off in some other world, but when she looked straight at him, it was like she could see all the way through him, past the Malfoy mask and into things he didn't even know he thought.
“Is my father alright, do you think?”
She didn't look away, and he realized that she was waiting, not just for any answer but for the truth.
“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, he is. They're just keeping you so he doesn't do anything stupid, you know.”
“Like supporting Harry Potter?”
“Yeah. Like that.”
“Oh,” she shrugged her shoulders, toying absently with a lock of hair. “Well, I'd rather he keep supporting Harry. Even if it meant you hurt me.”
She pressed the plate back into his hands and sauntered away. Halfway to the dank corner where she'd been sleeping, she turned around and said in that strange vague voice of hers, “I wouldn't worry too much about your father, Draco. People like him always survive.”
Re: Draco/Luna -- Knight in Dented Armor (PG) 2/2
Date: 2010-12-01 04:37 am (UTC)“Draco?” she called when he'd almost reached the top of the stairs. He didn't stop; if she couldn't finish by the time he got the door, he wasn't listening.
“You can come down here again if you need to talk.”
He took the last steps two at a time and slammed the heavy wooden door of the dungeon behind him as an answer. He didn't go into the dungeon again. It wasn't enough to stop him thinking of her curled up on the cold stone floor, her strange blue eyes piercing the darkness.
Re: Poison Heart; horcrux!Harry/horcrux!Hermione
Date: 2010-12-01 04:52 am (UTC)Re: Poison Heart; horcrux!Harry/horcrux!Hermione
Date: 2010-12-01 04:53 am (UTC)Re: harry/hermione/ron. children of a lesser god.
Date: 2010-12-01 04:56 am (UTC)