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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/hermione; i belong to you, pg-13
Date: 2010-12-02 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-02 11:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-03 12:04 am (UTC)All your ghosts
Lift their glasses and drink a silent toast
To your recovery
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Date: 2010-12-03 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-03 12:09 am (UTC)I watched you rise from the ashes, pale but dignified.
I know for a while it felt like everything beautiful was burning
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Date: 2010-12-03 12:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-03 12:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-03 12:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-03 01:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-03 01:18 am (UTC)be the lightning in me
that strikes relentless
Re: hero | pg | draco/hermione
Date: 2010-12-03 02:39 am (UTC)Re: hero | pg | draco/hermione
Date: 2010-12-03 02:43 am (UTC)Re: down undertones
Date: 2010-12-03 03:35 am (UTC)Re: FROM DECADES TRAPPED | the grey lady/the bloody baron
Date: 2010-12-03 03:40 am (UTC)Re: through the eyes of the atoms we're made of | hermione/luna | g
Date: 2010-12-03 03:47 am (UTC)Re: I once was blind, but now I see (Harry/Hermione)
Date: 2010-12-03 04:02 am (UTC)Re: Handmates For Certain
Date: 2010-12-03 05:29 am (UTC)Re: Handmates For Certain
Date: 2010-12-03 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-03 05:33 am (UTC)Re: down undertones
Date: 2010-12-03 06:39 am (UTC)Re: sirius/regulus - the cadence of a certainty, PG
Date: 2010-12-03 10:59 am (UTC)Lily Evans/Sirius Black - Preaching to the Choir - R (1/2)
Date: 2010-12-03 12:42 pm (UTC)“Black.” She hisses out your name, but you don’t falter, because you know just where to move turn that harsh tone into something more yielding. Your lips skip down her jaw, brushing subtly here and there, and then land on that spot where her neck and her collar meet. Here they linger against smooth skin and your tongue swipes across it—she tastes sweet like candy, she always tastes sweet. Her hiss is transformed into a passive sigh, though not one that hints at impatience or discontentment, but instead into one that suggests acceptance and satisfaction. Her hand lifts to run through our hair, her nails scraping lightly along your scalp (she still pets you like a dog, even when you aren’t Padfoot, and you love it), and she breathes your name.
“Sirius…” Bingo. Your hands take this as a cue that you, most likely, will not be stopped, and in turn you begin to undo the buttons of her blouse with ease; you’re halfway done when one of her hands grasps yours gently, bringing it to her lips and kissing your palm. Through your haze of desire and inebriation, you see those telltale signs of concern, the crease in her brow as this ultimate betrayal weighs on her mind heavier than a thousand stones.
But you know this game, you’ve played it before.
“Sirius, you’re drunk.”
It is a true statement. You are so drunk that your lips can’t form words, your mouth refuses to do anything but worship this delicate skin. You would have to be intoxicated to do this—to forsake your best friend by even daring to let the thought of doing these actions course through your mind, to betray your lover that is away cavorting with wolves but undoubtedly thinking of you with every spare second he has. You’ve tried this sober, clear-headed and straight-faced, and after a clumsy kiss that left you grappling with guilt for days, you couldn’t shake that feeling that it could be better. And so, when her husband—your friend, your best friend, he tries to forget this fact when he is drunk—is away on missions for the Order, and she’s too frightened to be alone with just her and the baby, you amicably volunteer to keep her company until his return.
You can’t decide if James would be angrier to find you in bed with her, or to find you so completely smashed upon your arrival that you wouldn’t be able to even slur an acceptable incantation to protect her.
“Sirius, we can’t keep doing this.” By now, you’ve stolen your hand back and unsnapped the rest of the buttons, and your kisses spill across her covered breasts before trailing down over the center of her chest, flittering across her stomach with playful ease. “Sirius—this is wrong. James… and Remus. Merlin, poor Remus—Sirius, they’d be devastated.” She reaches down and takes his chin in her hand, forcing him to meet those startling green eyes, and you see that guilt and lust are having their all too familiar battle. But your head is swimming, and after staring back for what felt like hours but was probably no more than fifteen seconds, she releases you, leaning her head back onto the pillow, red curls spilling over them.
Your fingers hook around her knickers and slide them down with ease, her pants having been kicked to the floor for the sake of comfort long before your lip’s assault began.
Lily Evans/Sirius Black - Preaching to the Choir - R (2/2)
Date: 2010-12-03 12:43 pm (UTC)Her persistence tonight surprises you. Usually she’s given in at this point, succumbed to your tongue’s ministrations, but those words, the proclamation that this is the final time that such an occurrence will arise between the two of you, make you lift your head and pause. This is not the first time those words were spoken; you wonder if it will be the last.
“Evans,” you say finally, though it’s more of a slur, “stop me.” It is a challenge, your confident gaze meeting her dubious one, and she realizes she has been preaching upon two sets of deaf ears—yours, and her own.
The true hypocrite is the one who ceases to perceive his deception, the one who lies with sincerity. - Andre Gide
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Date: 2010-12-03 01:45 pm (UTC)Re: Harry/Hermione - the geography of anniversaries
Date: 2010-12-03 02:30 pm (UTC)