Wednesday, May 19, 2010

It's stuff like this that pisses me off

Was browsing though the Naruto C2s on fanfiction.net and came across this wonderful line of a summary:

"NO YAOI, but yuri permitted. All female pairings approved, harems welcome."

Why the HELL do you let yuri in, but not yaoi? Freaking hypocrites! And 'harems welcome'?
Ugh. ene People who run C2s like this piss me off. It's almost enough to throw me off a fandom.

Exucse me while I go attempt to cleanse my senses with some more tolerant writings.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Avatar/Naruto


"Why?" You ask? Well... I don't really have a good grasp on that yet. XD

It just kinda hit me Sunday while rewatching the Avatar movie since my mom hadn't seen it yet. I was sitting there going 'gee, I wonder if I could fic this?' And BAM! Naruto/Avatar popped into my head. (well, first Avatar/HP, but that failed, so I switched to Naruto)


The most random thing about this idea is that I have no desire to read any of the other Avatar/Naruto crossovers (of there are any). I just want to write this one because the idea keeps beating itself against my head.



[Beware rambling and nonsensicaly-ness ahead. This is a plot in progress]


The basic premise is that Naruto merged with Kyuubi back during the ninja wars. Due to this, he kinda became immortal. XD Years (and years, and years, and years) pass and Naruto - now Nathaniel - decides to go to Pandora.
At this point, Naruto is a very well respected young scientist. He has several degrees in various science/medical fields and is a top graduate from, like, Harvard or the equivalent.

Through some weird and screwy things I'm still playing around with, Naruto gets an avatar, but Kyuubi's conciousness moves into it permenantly.
The best idea I have for trying to do this is having Naruto get an avatar made, but when they go to field test him, it doesn't bond to his syanpses correctly (cause it molded after Kyuubi's). Then when Naruto stays behind and tries again, Kyuubi gets jerked into the body and takes off with it. Naruto can still take control of the avatar if he wants to because Kyuubi and Naruto are still mentally linked, but he doesn't do it nearly at all as a way to repay Kyuubi for helping him.

The People (cause I'm too lazy to look up how to spell Omanitakayo, or whatever) think Kyuubi is what they call "two-souled." In their beliefs, everyone is born twice, and the second time is when you become one of the People.

When Jake comes to Pandora several months/years later (still building a timeline to work with), Naruto has established his position as the weird science guy who hangs out in the back talking to himself and has way too much free time and talent (cause hey, several decades can do marvelous things to time managment and skill). Kyuubi has also established himself throughout the people as an (oh shoot, what are they called again)... Rider of Last Shadow. So, he's pretty bad-ass again.

Things play out kinda normal, only Kyuubi pops in occasionally to help train Jake's new body as a more sarcastic yet still kind teacher. Kyuubi likes to roam a lot, so he wasn't there in the very begining to meet Jake. He also pops in to stop the mating scene with (umm, what was the chick's name again?) chieftan's daughter.
Naruto helps around the compound and is pretty much out of the canon timeline until the escape scene (cause I couldn't really think of a plausible reason for him to move to Site 26 with the others). The he escapes with them and helps to get to Eywa.
Kyuubi gets called in telepathically by Naruto and they make a grand entrace on Last Shadow. They fail to save scientist lady again, and then Jake starts his talk. Kyuubi buts in with the 'and thell them Rider of Last Shadow says to gather.'
Boom, boom and they save Pandora.

I haven't decided yet exactly what I want to happen to Jake. Does he get together with Naruto? Or with Kyuubi? Rrg. Once I figure that out, I'll know if I should kill off Jake's body or not.

Comments are completely welcome! ♥ I'm still building the plot and events for the most part, so any input may actually end up as a major plot point! XDD

Friday, February 19, 2010

Nobody can really mean Somebody


So I was playing around with the idea of Nobody the other day and came up with two new possible plot ideas. It all started with this little dribble I kinda just bled out the other night.


“Nobody would ever like you.”
“I do”
“Nobody would ever want you.”
“I do”
“Nobody could ever love you.”
“I do”

From there, things just kinda rambled into what is a nobody? And then my mind began whirling and things started clicking together into random pictures. I evetually came up with two different plots for this. One in the Kingdom Hearts universe, and one in the Naruto universe.

KINGDOM HEARTS VERSION:


Nobody - If nobody loved him, that was fine, because the other boy was a nobody. AxelRoxas, RikuSora

Sora and Roxas are brothers who move to a new school after their old one kicks them out for fighting. The first day there they set up a reputation for not taking abuse from anyone. This piques the interest of the local gang and they set out to figure out what makes these two boys so special.



NARUTO VERSION


Naruto’s a nobody who just moved into town. Gaara is the school psycho. What happens when one boys asks the question that Gaara doesn’t want to hear? GaaNaru

“You freak!” the boy covered his eye, trying desperately to stop the blood that poured out of the cut on his head. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing! You cut me!”
The red head raised a nonexistent eyebrow. “You were in the way.” he said smoothly.
“You’re messed up! What type of person would ever care about you!?” The boy stood up and balanced against a wall to keep the pressure off of his broken leg.
“Nobody! That’s who! You’re just a punk that’s gonna get a taste of his own soon! Just watch!” the boy stumbled out onto the sidewalk and limped as fast as he could towards the hospital.
Gaara stepped out in front of the boy quickly. “Never insult me.” he said as he slid the blade in his hand into the boy’s chest, piercing the heart and killing him. He looked in disgust as the body fell to the floor. ‘Worthless.’ He wiped the blade on a clean spot on the boy’s torn up jeans. ‘Nobody can hurt me.’


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As you can see, there isn't much yet on either of these plots, and I am somewhat reluctant to start another shaky plot when I have so much going on right now. I will probably come back to this later though; it's such an interesting idea.

If anyone would like to use either of these plots, feel free. You can take what you like, or if you comment on this post, I'll send you what little more I have typed out for these two.


Comments from the peanut gallery? Which one seems better/less likely to fall on it's face?

Love/Hate?

Fireplace Sneezes : HP fic preview


This is a snippet from an HP plot that I recently unearthed from the depths of my fanfiction writing folder. XD It's kinda scary in there sometimes.


So, it's been tentativly titled "Fireplace Sneezes" and it's an epic HP crossed with HP crossed with HP fic. XD I'm not even kidding. I have no idea what I was thinking when I planned this out, but I still love the idea.


So basically:

We have Harry James Potter #1. In his timeline, he follows canon pretty closely until his 6th year. Dumbledore accuses him of murder and assualt towards the various Hogwarts students and he is sent to Azkaban.

Fate doesn't like this. So when Harry is killed by Death Eaters storming Azkaban, he is offered a chance at a new life. A redo. He takes it.

So now HJP#1 is in a new dimension at age 12. He's kinda pissed at this point. He goes through Hogwarts and rescues Sirius. The two then begin a very illegal liasion together and are quite happy about it. HJP#1 also continues on to kill both Dumbledore AND Voldemort in this dimenision. He then accepts Lucius Malfoy as his consort. With Lucius's help, HJP#1 manages to completely overthrow the Ministry of Magic and replace everyone in it. All three then take a break and move to France. Of course, shit happens and Lucius and Sirius die in France. (sadness ;-;)


Then we have Harry James Potter #2. He lived what is considered the complete canon verse storyline. Except, he DOES die from the Avada Kedavra in the 7th book.

Fate at this point, is very upset that nothing is working out like she/he/it wants. So, she/he/it prepares again. HJP#2 is grabbed from the clutches of Death and flung backwards in time to the Maurder's Era in another alternate dimension.

And this time, to make sure something goes correct, Fate also grabs onto HJP#1. HJP#1 has nothing to lose since his lovers are dead now. So, he agrees to go along on the ride and protect his younger/alternate self. That makes this HJP#1's 3rd dimension.


And thus, we have HP crossed with HP crossed with HP. X3

In the story, HJP#1 is called Evan James Black, and HJP#2 is considered his brother and is called Harry Aryn Black, age 7.



-----UNEDITED SNIPPET-----


‘Shit. I’m surrounded.’ Sirius watched the dark shapes of the demetors circle around him as he struggled to stay upright. Their cold onslaught was slowly weakening him and soon he wouldn’t be able to stay conscious.
“Expecto Patronum!” called a voice from behind him.
Sirius looked up and saw a large silver snake wind it’s way through the trees and attack the demetors, driving them back. Each time one tried to come forward and get to Sirius, the snake would curl protectively around him and drive it back. After just a few moments more of the snake’s presence, the hoard of demetors left.
“That should have taken care of them for a while. I hate demetors.” the voice said as it stepped into the clearing. It appeared to be a boy of seven or so.
“Who are you?” Sirius asked the kid. He couldn’t believe a seven year old child could cast a Patronus that strong.
“My name is Harry. I live over there.” He made a motion to the woods behind him. “And you are Sirius Black are you not?”
Sirius was dumb stuck. “WHAT ARE YOU!?!” He pointed his wand at Harry and prepared to cast a very powerful hex.
Harry cocked his head and Sirius saw a glimmer of metal in his hair. “An ally.” His green eyes studied Sirius and the older teen was about to hex him and deal with the consequences later. “Come.”
The word startled Sirius and he almost hexed the boy out of surprise.
“You can come and meet onii-san. Then you can floo back to London and your friends. The forest doesn’t like visitors all that much.”
“How do I know I can trust you?” Sirius asked. “No child can conjure a Patronus. It’s too advanced.”
The dark haired boy just started at him before turning around and walking away. “I am not a child, that is true. It is also true that the forest does not like visitors, so if I were you, I would follow me.”
Sirius looked after the strange child before lowering his wand with a sigh and chasing after him. ‘I am going to end up hexing myself for this later. I can just tell.’ He said to himself as he struggled to keep up with Harry.

“We’re here.” Harry said as he stopped on front of intricately wrought wicker gate.
“Isn’t it a bad idea to have such a weak gate?” Sirius said before he could stop him self.
Harry smiled and motioned to the wicker gate. “This? Give it your best shot.” He smirked.
‘Okay, the kid is going down.’ Sirius walked forward and tried to grab the bars and bend them, but instead of breaking like he thought they would, the bars started to burn his hands the longer he held on. He swore when his skin got so hot he had to let go. “Gate, get ready to go down.” he whispered under his breath as he lifted his leg and kicked the gate as hard as he could.
Sirius was still cursing and hopping around with his leg in the air when he heard laughter. He looked over and saw Harry covering his mouth with his hand. “Fine.” Sirius pulled his wand and whispered the slashing curse and waited to see the gate crumble. Only it didn’t, his spell came back at him even faster than he had sent it. “Oh shi-”
“Protego!”
Sirius was hurled to the ground as he saw Harry stand in front of him and take the brunt of the attack. “Sorry about that, the gate thought you got a bit full of yourself.” He extended his hand and Sirius took it gingerly and hauled himself up, trying not to wince. “Let me see.” He pulled Sirius’s hand forward before the man could object and looked at his palm. Some of the skin was peeling and most of it was an angry red color.
Harry frowned. “We have an herb inside which will help with that.” He ripped a part of his cloak and wrapped Sirius’s hand neatly before turning back to the gate.
“Artemis, may we pass please?”
Sirius was about to ask why he was talking to a gate, when the doors swung open of their own accord.
“Do you see the weavings?” Harry said as he paused inside the gate. Sirius nodded as he noticed patterns woven in the wicker he had not noticed before. “They are Celtic symbols. They are what give the gate it’s powers and personality.
“Ah.” Sirius just nodded as he looked at the gates again. ‘They symbols would be awesome for some pranks. I wonder if the kid has a book of them inside?’ Sirius followed the kid up a stone to a medium sized cottage of sorts.
“Onii-san!!” Harry yelled out as he ran the last few steps and entered a stone archway. “Onii-san! We have a visitor!”
Sirius walked slowly up to the archway and peered inside. Seeing nothing he started to step forward. Just before he put his foot down though, he ran his eyes over the side of the archway. Seeing none of the woven symbols, he finished his step and walked inside.


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In this story, Harry is also somewhat of a mini-prophet. This comes from his dying and being dragged back to life so abruptly. He is inevitably tied to the forces of Death and Time now.

Several chapters on, Harry takes the Hogwarts Express with Evan (as the teen was offered a place in Hogwarts after Sirius leaves). James meets Harry for the 1st time and they all have a laugh about how Sirius met them. Remus gains Harry's adoration. Evan stomps in upset about bloody Slytherins not letting him past into the stupid cars. Lucius pops into see the teen who had been asking for him. 'Tis great.

Several months after they reach the school, Harry is given an aging potion so his body ages to 13.

I think it will turn into a Remus/Harry and Evan/Lucius. But I may change everything around by the time I finish up some more chapters.


Overall, I really like this idea, and it's so random and swiss-cheese-like that it'll be fun to write. It'll most likely go up on my LJ and FFN accounts. Eventially....


Comments? Love/Hate?
All opinions are welcome (except for the 'ur so stoopid. y r u riting tis sh!t.' kind).

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Pottercest HP idea


So, I had this like almost awesome dream last night. It was only 'almost awesome' because my stupid alarm clock woke me up before it could evolve very far. DX

Essentially, Harry is the younger brother to the supposed BWL. His brother is like maybe two-four years older than him. (I don't have a name for the older bro yet) When they were little and Voldemort attacked, Harry's bro jumped in front of the curse, but Harry was the one to rebound it.
Harry is sent to the Dursleys by Dumbledore while his brother begins to train in magic. What no one else knows though, is that the two boys are connected mental by a bond. Harry's bro is upset by the way Harry is treated at the Dursleys, but no one believes him, so he gives up trying to tell them. He begins to learn healing spells, so that each night he can heal Harry.
Now, the dream comes in here. (perverted mind at work, just to warn you) Vernon is very abusive of the boy and takes great pleasure in stripping him and whipping his bare body. He enjoys the way Harry's poor white skin turns red and shivers under each blow. Because of this, Harry is exremely self-concious of his body and only lets his brother see him, mostly because his brother insisted the first time. Harry was afraid his brother would turn away in disgust from him, but instead, the other just ran soothing hands over Harry's bleeding thighs and ass, healing them as best he could.
When Harry is finally invited to Hogwarts, he is somewhat of an outcast, but his brother still takes care of him as best he can. Harry changes by himself in the bathroom stalls and such and wears the winter uniform year round. His brother actually visits him in the flesh now though and cuddles with him and offers soft affection.
The boys had built a very strong connection due to the trauma Harry had been through, and this spoiled each of them for the other. Hence, delicious slashy Pottercest. ♥

The plot, when it fully develops, will be very dark and intense. I just love the scene where Harry's brother heals him for the first time, though.
That first soft touch to his burned arm. Lightly grazing the flesh and pushing healing magic into it until it's smooth again. The soft protests as his brother pulls his shirt over his head and his shorts down around his ankles. The flinching and shivering. The cold yet strangly warm hands ghosting across the boys flesh in a non-sexual manner. The hidden tears in the olders eyes as the seed of love begins to grow in their hearts.
-sigh- It's just so sweet. And I can see how it grows into the intense love it will eventually be. ♥ ♥ ♥ The story will most likely be posted on my DW since it's so dark and slashy.


Comments? Opinions?

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Happy Birthday Random Plot Bunny


So, I was browing through the internet, clicking links to interesting looking things, and managed to find my way to a wiki on Asexuality...
I'm not really sure how I got there, but I learned several new things and it managed to inspire a new plot bunny when I opened the demisexual page and started reading.

"Demisexuals often have rocky relationships with asexuals because the demisexual's feeling may become more sexualized with time, which the asexual may find inappropriate or unexpected."

It has sooo inspired a plot bunny about an asexual MC with a demisexual MC2 who falls for the MC.
At first, I thought of doing this in the HP universe, with Harry as an asexual, but as I was writing this up, I had another thought. NARUTO.

Yes. Naruto as an asexual and a semisexual Sasuke chasing after his ass. XD Naruto would have had a horrible childhood, always thinking he was less than skum and just wanting affection. He would feel that love and sex are not tied together, especially since he lives in an area where whore sells themselves regularly, sometimes to rough customers. (I know this is a slight bastardization of asexuality, but it'll be better when I write it out, promise!)
Sasuke, as we know, is obsessed with revenge. It has tainted his outlook on life. It is only after he deals with Naruto that he begins to accept the possibility of forming relationships with other people. He befriends the blonde, accepts help from Kakashi, and kinda hangs out with Shikamaru and the others. After several chapter, he begins to be attracted to Naruto.
Naruto is uncomfortable with these advances since Sasuke is still a more sexual person.
And then the story revolves around their relationship, the mess with Akatsuki, and an invasion by Sound.
I haven't decided if Sasuke should defect or not at this point... Hmmm.
Any comments? ♥

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

NCIS/HP crossover snippet


So I had this idea a while ago, and just started writing it out. It's been pretty fun writing, and seemed to go smoothly (as opposed to some of my more extensive HP-only plots). I'm planning on writing a few more chapters and then begining to post them over at my DW.

These are snippets from two of the chapters I have. I don't have any pairings picked out yet, and am open to suggestions. Most of the plot is still Under Construction as well... so I don't have anything concrete to explain to you that you can't pick up from reading these. XD (And before you say anything, yes, I did intentionally choose the most cliche name I could think of for Harry. )
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“You have got to be kidding me!”
Gibbs turned his attention from the entryway over to where a dark-haired teen was complaining. His eyes narrowed at the numerous bags the teen was carrying. Motioning for Tony to follow him, he walked over to where a cop was about to inform the teen he would have to leave.
“Aww man, are you saying I lugged all my stuff up here for nothing?” The teen continued to himself, running his hands through his already messy dark brown hair. He let out an explosive sigh and picked up his bags from where he had let them drop. “This sucks. Majorly.”
He started to turn around when Gibbs called out to him. “Hey! Mind explaining what that was about?”
Inquisitive blue-green eyes swiveled to stare at him. “What?” He shrugged one of his bags higher onto his shoulder. “It’s a crime scene. I came, I saw, I’m leaving. This is generally called ‘not interfering with police work’. Most cops tend to like that.”
Tony snickered from behind him and Gibbs resisted the urge to smack him while the teen was still there. “I mean, do you want to explain what that shouting was about before.”
The teen raised an eyebrow at him but let his bags drop to the ground so he could turn unhindered to face Gibbs. Crossing his arms across his chest, he introduced himself, “Evan Jamieson. Cleaner.” Blue-green eyes sharpened suddenly. “Mr. Morrison was a client of mine. I was contracted to come by every two days and clean the house, top to bottom. If you want, I have all the paperwork assuring my identity and the validity of my claim in my office.”
Tony let out a whistle and stepped forward to stand beside Gibbs. “Lot of information there buddy. Ever been under investigation before?” The senior office shoved his hands into his pockets and adopted a relaxed posture as he questioned the teen next.
Evan snorted. “Yea. Under and done investigation before.” The teen then motioned to his bags. “Do you need me for anything else? I still have more jobs I can get started on since this one has obviously panned out.”
Tony let a grin stretch across his face. “‘Obviously panned out’?”
Evan sighed again before giving a long look to the two men in front of him. “Yes,” he said finally, drawing out the ‘s’ in a slight hiss. “This is a closed crime scene. That can mean one of only a few things. My client is dead,” Evan held up a finger, “in which case I don’t get paid. My client is under arrest for something,” another finger was held up, “in which case I still don’t get paid. Lastly, my client’s house has been used for a crime,” a third finger was raised, “in which case, why the hell would Mr. Morrison want me back in that house for several months?”
The hand and fingers were lowered and Evan bent down to sling his bags back over his shoulders. “So, all options lead to a default on payment to me. Also, I can’t really clean a crime scene, evidence tampering and all that jazz.”
Tony slapped him on the back suddenly, prompting a jerk and crouching position out of the teen. “Ha! You’re right. Pretty smart kid.”
Evan shrugged out from under Tony’s hand. “Kid? I’m twenty-two.”
“Really?” Tony asked incredulously. “You look more like-“
“Eighteen, right?” Evan interrupted. “I know. You’re not the first person to tell me so.” He glanced back over his shoulder at the hill he had just climbed up. “Look, I’m not trying to be rude, but today was going to be a stretch for me anyway, so do you mind if I leave so I can get a head start on some of my other appointments?”



“Hermione Granger, head lawyer at Spellbound.” The intimidating woman raised an eyebrow at Tony. “I’m here for Evan Jamieson, and I would advise you to move aside before things get complicated.”
Tony raised his own eyebrow. “Really Ms. Granger? How so?”
The woman stepped forward into Tony’s personal space. “Complicated like I throw a right hook through your chin before stabbing you in the groin with my four inch heels complicated.”
Tony couldn’t help his internal wince as he attempted to hold his ground against the woman in front of him. “Well now, that would be assault of a military officer, and that could get you sued.” He smiled at his own joke.
Hermione growled lightly. “And you not letting me through could be construed as terrorism by some governments, so why not let me through before the charge of self-defense gains some merit.”
“’Mione, you can stop now.” A voice piped up from behind Tony.
The woman in front of him instantly transformed before his eyes, becoming a caring mother or older sister. “Harry! I’m so glad you’re safe!” The woman shoved by him and threw herself at Evan recklessly.
The young man easily caught her and swung her around lightly. “I’m fine. Kingsley’s letter just came through explaining my diplomatic immunity.”
The woman disentangled herself and stood with arms akimbo. “Evan Harry Jamieson. Do you know how worried I was when I got a call that you had been pulled in for questioning? Do you!”
By now, everyone in the hallway was staring at the spectacle before them.
Evan cringed under the woman’s stern gaze. “’Mione, you know you look like McGonagall when you do that, right?”
“Harry! This is no time for jokes! You could have been killed!” Hermione’s face was flushed and one of her hands had left its position on her waist to wave threateningly in front of the young man before her.
Instantly, he straightened and grabbed her hand gently. “Hermione. It was questioning. One of my clients has apparently been kidnapped. They just wanted to know if I knew anything. I’m perfectly fine.”
The stern persona evaporated under the gentle caresses being given to her hand and Hermione slumped forward, shoulders rolling into a hunched position. “It’s just, you always seem to get into these things Harry, and I don’t want you getting hurt. I can’t lose you again.” Her voice was strained, the words blending together slightly as her hand rotated to clutch at Evan’s. “I don’t want you to die again.”
The words were whispered, but Evan’s head immediately shot up and pulled her into an embrace, eyes raking eagle-like across the witnesses to this spectacle. Spotting a door to his immediate left, he pulled himself and Hermione into the men’s restroom quickly.
The click of the lock was loud in the quiet hallway, and the only other sound for several seconds was muffled voices and sobs.
“Tony, did you catch what she said at the end there?”
Tony jumped, hand on his heart as his boss came up behind him. “Boss! You nearly gave me a heart attack.” All he got in response was a hard stare. “Right. Um, just before Jamieson grabbed her, Ms. Granger said that she didn’t want him to die again. I only barely caught it, it was really low.”
“Ziva!” Gibbs barked, taking a long draw on his coffee. The Mussad officer came up beside him immediately. “What do you think of all this?”
The woman stared at the bathroom door for a few moments, organizing her thoughts. “He was jumpy when he heard that last statement. Almost like he expected to be attacked at that point.” Her voice was calm, her eyes never leaving the door until this point. She turned her gaze to Gibbs slowly. “Do you not find it odd that a young man with diplomatic immunity would have employment as a house cleaner? Much less, be so familiar with our lines of questioning?”
Gibbs took another drink of his coffee and Ziva continued. “You stated that he said he had both done and been under investigation before. When you combine this with what was just overheard a few moments ago…” she trailed off uncertainly.
“A vigilante.” Gibbs finished for her.
Ziva nodded. “Precisely. Most likely the son of some diplomat who thinks he knows what is best for his community back home. His father may have sent him off for a ‘cool-down’ time after an affair back home. This is all just speculation though.”
Gibbs nodded and turned to McGee, who had been lurking slightly behind a water fountain ever since the lawyer had shown up. “McGee!” He barked, “Find out everything you can on Evan Harry Jamieson, Hermione Granger, and a law firm called Spellbound.”
“On it boss!” McGee said as he jogged down the hall back to his computer.

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What do you think so far? Am I completely off my bonkers with OOC-ness or plot insanity? Any and all comments appreciated. You never know, you might inspire a new chapter!

Friday, January 29, 2010

Life as a Blonde plot idea


So yea, another plot idea for you guys to chew over and spit opinions back at me about.

This one is just a pure HP fic entitled Life as a Blonde.
I've written maybe 75% of the first chapter already, but the entire outline isn't very solid yet. The summary actually has more of a plan than the fic itself at the moment. DX

Summary:
Having come to the conclusion he was fate’s favorite plaything, Harry really shouldn’t have been surprised when he was sent back in time to when he was a child. What he did not expect though, was coming back as a blonde, eleven year old, Draco Malfoy. And how the hell did he end up falling for his younger self again?

I'm not sure if this fic classifies as DM/HP or as HP/HP? Cause technically, it's like both. O.o
Any input on where this should lead (besides the obvious)? All comments appreciated! ♥

new plot idea


So, I was going through my closet looking for something to wear today and got hit with a new plot idea. Strange place to get hit by a plot idea, I know. A closet. Then again, maybe not that strange. XD


The working title for this new fanfic is The Price of Wonderland.


It's a Harry Potter/Wonderland crossover. I haven't worked out all the ideas yet, and I refuse to let myself do so until I finish my HIS paper due in a few hours.

Essentially though, the war is over. Harry killed Voldemort in a rather expected yet still cheered about bloody battle outside Hogwarts. Despite having killed his arch enemy, Harry doesn't feel right. 'What am I supposed to do now?' he wonders. His whole life had been about living untli the final battle and then he was going to die tragically, taking down Voldemort with him as a final heroic act. Instead, he's alive.

Ginny is convinced the two are going to be together now that the war is over; Ron and Hermione, although they both fought in the war, don't seem to understand that Harry doesn't want to be married. Kingsley wants him to be Head Auror. The Wizarding World expects him to stay put on his pedastal, living as they wish him to. Always protecting them, getting married to his school sweetheart, and having multiple children the press can hound.

Fed up with it all, he wanders off into the forest on the borders of England. He wishes desperately he had another clear cut path to follow. Needing something to tell him what to do next now that he had killed the big bad guy. Several feet later, he trips over an upraised tree root and falls facefirst into a rabbit hole. Croosing his arms in front of his face, he braces for impact. Instead, a brush of magic slids past him and whisks him down the hole into another world.


Welcome Harry Potter, to Wonderland.

This Wonderland, though, is much darker than any version he had heard of, or could even imagine.

Cheshire are whores. The Mad Hatter kills for fun. The Red Queen rules all with an iron fist and insanity. The Doormouse is a cursed prince suffering from amnesia. And the March Hare is a drunken prophet who just recieved a new vision.


Thats all I have now, but the possibilites are just lurking at the edge of my mind, waiting to pounce. :E I've even got some character sketches in my head that I can draw out in art class. This story has seriously hit me over the head with a mallet and refused to give up it's stranglehold on my mind.


Any opinions on the idea, or suggestions of what I should do? All thoughts welcome! ♥
the icon is mine btw, credit if you take for your own use