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anythingbutgrey) wrote2010-11-23 02:27 pm
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HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON
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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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Sirius/Lily; breath of your last cigarette
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Lily finds him where he usually is when he’s without his pack; she doesn’t know if Remus and James don’t know he comes here, or if -- more likely -- they know he does it when he needs to be alone. But she is neither brother nor lover nor blood, and she doesn’t leave him alone just because he’s tucked tail.
He glances up at her, the moonlight always seeming brighter than normal against the dark, unwashed stones of an abandoned turret. The end of his cigarette flares with the deep drag he pulls from it, holding the smoke in his lungs so his chest puffs out, his eyes narrowing. She folds her arms across her chest, her spine straightening just so. The stream of smoking drifts from his lips, curling and carrying away with the wind.
“Blossom,” he acknowledges her, a nod of his head, his black hair shaggy enough to fall across his forehead.
“Mongrel,” she says, but there’s affection in each syllable, and the tension in her muscles begins to query if it can lessen.
“James’ll be looking for you,” he says, idly tapping the cigarette against a window sill, ashes fluttering to the ground far below.
She shrugs her shoulders, unfolding and leaning on the other side of the window, cold stone a harsh bite against her hip. “You, me, Remus, Peter, he’s always tracking someone down. The moon is full, he’s probably got his mind on something else.”
She waits for the twitch and flutter, the sharpening of his jaw when she mentions it. She wonders if anyone else realizes exactly why he surrounds himself with cold air and stamped out cigarette butts on these nights. It must be easier, being surrounded by boys, who desire simplicity and ignorance.
Lily holds out her fingers, the silent request a familiar one, and he begrudgingly passes the cigarette to her. She pulls the acrid, burnt paper taste into her mouth, the absent heat of it still unfamiliar.
“He’ll smell it on you,” Sirius says, still watching her with a hint of uncertainty.
She releases the stream of grey to the night. “Do you think I don’t smell it on him?” She asks with a quirk of an eyebrow.
It seems to quell him, so she takes another drag and hands it back, curling her dry tongue back on itself.
“You can have your own,” he offers, reaching for the pack. She shrugs. That’s not really the point, and she thinks he realizes it on some level.
He finishes it while she watches the moonlight on the lake, and it’s too cold to be out here, but she’s too stubborn to leave. And there’s something, something to being out here with him, the two of them. The five of them, none of them, are ever alone, it always seems a group. Even with James, they’re usually tucked into each other while Sirius, Remus, or Peter (or all three) sits across from them, and James shares himself with four people not one. She doesn’t mind, doesn’t pretend she didn’t realize what the reality was before she embarked on it. But there’s an intimacy she craves, a quiet desire for these moments shared alone and silent with another person.
He drops the butt to the ground, pressing it beneath the toe of his boot, the movement slipping him closer to her, until she can smell him: the lingering petrol from his motorcycle, butterbeer and tobacco on his breath, the hint of worn leather. She knows that if she tucks her nose into his neck, near the beginnings of his hairline, he’ll smell a little like his animagus form, a hint of puppy in the curl of his perspiration.
Sirius lifts a hand and curls it around her neck, hot and callused on the thin skin of her throat. When he leans in and kisses her, it’s not unexpected, it’s not shocking, it’s just Sirius. Warm, a little scratchy, dry and smoky. She kisses him back, because there’s not a part of her in denial about what he and James are, what he and Remus are, what they all somehow are, in their woven web of love and trust. Because kissing him is an extension of James, and even if it’s wrong, it’s intrinsically right.
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As I was making the request I was thinking "mmm, I really would have liked to quote the bit of the lyrics about the cigarettes instead" cause SIRIUS/LILY + SMOKING = HELLO, MY NEW KINK.
No, seriously, thank you, you have no idea how crazy I am about this pairing and how hard it is to find fic and the main reason why I was so excited about this ficathon is cause my mind was going maybe I could bribe someone to write me Sirius/Lily. And not only did you write my prompt but you write exactly what I wanted and didn't know I wanted, and this is totally the Sirius and Lily in my head and OH WHY HAVE YOU SEEN INTO MY SOUL LIKE THIS? XD
And that last paragraph? Which is perfect and I could write novels based on it and how Sirius and Lily hooking up would never be surprising cause it's sort of a natural progression.
And oh god this: kissing him is an extension of James
MY HEART, YOU HAVE STOLEN IT. thank you thank you thank you forever for writing this.
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I've actually never written Lily before? At all? So I kind of just went with it, and rolled with it. I really, really love all permutations of Sirius/Remus/Lily/James, and so when I saw this prompt I decided to bite the bullet and try it.
And when I saw your prompt and the cigarette part of the lyrics I was BANKING that you wouldn't be horribly disappointed.
I'm just so, so glad this wasn't a major disappointment. :D
(I really want to tackle your james/sirius/lily prompt now. Godddd. I love them like burning, and OT3s are my favourite.)
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Truth. Undeniable. You win, for this alone.
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I just can't even right now. This is my OTP and you've done it wonderfully. Especially that last line. God, I just adore that last line. It couldn't be a more perfect ending.
Just. Thank you for writing this. ♥
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And god, this?
Because kissing him is an extension of James, and even if it’s wrong, it’s intrinsically right.
Yep. Perfect.
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THANK YOU!!! :D
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She kisses him back, because there’s not a part of her in denial about what he and James are, what he and Remus are, what they all somehow are, in their woven web of love and trust. Because kissing him is an extension of James, and even if it’s wrong, it’s intrinsically right.
PERFECT
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I think it's the ending that did it for me.
Worn and dark and just a little bit scratchy, but not in a wholly unfamiliar way. Absolutely brilliant.
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