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.

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‘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).

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?

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?”

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“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!

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

Fic Preview - Acid

Acid

A Harry Potter multi-chapter fanfic

“Hello codger.” Her rich voice filled the hall and quieted the murmurs that had started in her wake. “Did you miss me?”
Dumbledore looked carefully into her eyes, recognition dancing on the edge of his tongue. “I am sorry, but your name seems to have escaped my mind.”
“Tsk. Tsk.” She waved her hand and waved an admonishing finger in his direction. “Is old age really that hard on you? After all you owe me, you up and forget me the moment I come into your hall of my own volition? I’m disappointed my boy.” A smirk adorned her face and amusement danced in her eyes. Dumbledore almost gasped as he recognized the face.
“Laevus.”
“Ah!” She clapped her hands happily. “So you do remember me? It’s nice to know you’re still as sharp as a rusty nail. That shall make this whole mess much easier on you.”
Dumbledore gazed silently at the woman in front of him. He blinked as she suddenly winked at him and moved her hand to wave absently around herself. Her dress melted from her skin and a black leather tank top and loose dark green pants took their place. When the shirt finished forming, red lines like those of spilled ink trailed from the shoulder down in a pattern that resolved itself as torn wings. As a last accent, trails of chains looped from the pants.

Laevus stretched his shoulders and sighed when he heard a pop. “Much better.” He looked himself over and with a few more flicks of his wrists added some leather and rope bands around his wrists. Raising his eyes to regard the people in front of him, he was pleased when he saw the look left in Dumbledore’s eyes. “Correct old man. You guessed my name, but apparently you forgot my power.”
“What do you want?” Dumbledore asked as he took in Laevus’s new appearance.
“Nothing much old man.” He flicked a stay piece of hair away from his face. “I have a student I would like trained here.”
Dumbledore leveled a stare at the man in front of him. “Why here? You have continually tried to destroy this school. Why allow any disciples of your own to be taught here?”
Laevus smirked now, “My magic is normally considered ‘impure.’" The word was spat out of twisted lips. “I do not wish for him to be under such a label. Moreover, you owe me old man. I can destroy this school again if I need to.” The last sentence was hissed out and Dumbledore vaguely heard the students beginning to question whom Laevus was. The teachers were too polite to, yet. They would as soon as they could corner him.
The elderly Headmaster sighed. “I will take on your student then, and teach him.” ‘Maybe I can keep him from Laevus’s influence here.’
“Good.” Laevus nodded as a small smile graced him pale lips. “I will need a position here as well then.”
The rest of the teachers jumped slightly as the language switched back to English. Dumbledore frowned slightly. “We do not currently have any teaching positions open.”
It was Laevus’s turn to frown. “I would not have imagined that to be a problem for you, Headmaster.” The stress on the last word was mocking in its politeness

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And here is a snippet of the first chapter of Acid. It doesn't look like much right now, but it gets better once everything falls into place.
Dumbledore gets back at Laevus next time, he hires him as Filch's assistant. XD Needless to say, Laevus - spirit of destruction that he is - is not amused. As for the mysterious student, well, he thinks it hilarious.
Laevus doesn't take this laying down though, he starts a war on Dumbledore, using Hogwarts as his base. (Because yes, you read right, Laevus has destroyed Hogwarts before. He did it during Dumbledore's time. So now you can wonder why no one remembers this, because after all, don't the history books sat Hogwarts has been around since the Founder's time and has never fallen? XD) Laevus also becomes friends with Peeves and Filch, using both to ensure his student's safety.
Oh, and there's a Japanese demon after Laevus. Kane, the demon, only just got released from prison. So, the cannibal mass-murderer is on his way to Scotland now. ^^ (he's introduced in the prologue, which I don't think I posted here)

So, any questions or comments? Like, hate, indifferent?

Slashy Conversion and Icons

Mwah-ha-ha! I have succeded in converting Caits to the Star Trek slash fandom. ^^ Which means, I'll probably get roped into doing a few Star Treck oneshot-y things for Spock/Kirk. I'm anxious about trying any of them thou'.

*ahem* NEON GENESIS EVANGELION IS FREAKIKNG AWESOME!!

:) Cait said she had never seen it before, so I had to show her ep.24 so she could see the adorableness that is Kaworu/Shinji. Then, we watched Death and Rebirth and Cait got to see the confusingness that is the Orange Crush of souls. XD I still don't know the name of it, but it looks like Orange Crush!
Cait and I were almost crying during the 63 second static shot. "You know it's true love when it takes 1.03 minutes to kill someone." (from an icon I found, and so true ;-;) I have some new baby plunnies hopping around for some oneshots, but I'm leaving them alone for now until I finish everything I had promised for Christmas.

On that note, I've been working on Bondage Isn't Free today, and omg, it's so much fun. ^^ Evan Rosier is a joy to write. It's about half-way through and I think I can get it done tomorrow and posted on Dreamwidth. My current sticking point is the rape/kill scene I have to write...and I've never written smut before. Then I get to write voyueristic masturbation. ^^;; I may have to wait until Monday to upload it so I can get Evynn to beta it for me.

I've been attempting to get into iconing for the past three days. I made like 20 in one night and another 30 the next day. ^^ Cait likes them, so they can't be too bad... I still have some Casshern screencaps I haven't used yet; I'll be waiting until after I iconize the rest of them, then I'll be doing a batch post on LJ for everything. I also have some Vassalord, Okane ga Nai, and Advent Children icons I've made. (screencapping is a tiring process, omg. it took at least as much time to screencap the scenes as it would have to just watch the movie!)
On the illustration front, Snape is still being a bit of a whore, and Eorin is still being shamelessly molested by Harius. (X3 Does it count as sexual harassment when they're imaginary?)

Crack Plots

So...still haven't finished my History final due today. T-T For some reason, I just can't concentrate on it. Stupid Crusades and stupid bubonic plague.

I did unearth some rather fun plots I had planned a while ago, but never really got around to writing. Unfortunantly, I don't think that my history teacher would take a slashy-filled fanfiction in place of a 5 page paper on European history. Hmm...maybe if I did a Count Cain/Kuroshitsugi piece?


A Sample of the Randomness that is Naoi's brain!

Kyo Kara Maoh!:
When Yuuri first gave him the Demon Stone, Yozak thought it was a bribe. Just something to keep the spy in Yuuri's good graces. Little did he know that Yuuri was giving him something other than just the Demon Stone that night.

Shori knew something was going on with his brother; most likely something to do with that stupid Demon World Bob wanted Yuuri to rule. Desperate for answer that Yuuri refuses to give him, Shori corners his little brother's best friend. However, what he gets may be more than just information.

Morig is jealous of how much Conrad means to Yuuri, and decides to find out just how special the half-human really is. Leading him down a dark passageway, he then proceeds to have his wicked way with Conrad. However, Morgif didn't expect to actually find anything special at all with the man, so what happens when he decides he wants to do it again, only with a willing Conrad this time?

Harry Potter:
James didn't mean for it to happen. It was only supposed to be a one-night stand brought on by Lily's death. He never meant to have sex with Sirius of all people, and he definantly never meant for the man to get pregnant.

Snape was only supposed to be making a withdrawl from the bank. How the hell did he wind up locked in one of the vaults with a Gringotts employee? Especially when the Gringotts employee was Bill Weasley.

Many of these are one-shot type fics, something I haven't done a lot of before. However, that also means I will have some new fics to post on my LJ since I don't like the idea of posting a chapter at a time of an epic length fic there. That's what my FF account is for.
Flitter! Cait never got her KKM b-day fic... Guess that means she's getting a ton of stuff on Christmas then what with the TGIO presents from NaNo, belated b-day gifts, actual Christmas pics/fics, and the other stuff I'm planning that she'll probably kidnap anyways. ^^

-sigh- I don't suppose anyone want to type up a History final for me? (and why is it always History?!) Anyone? *crickets* Well dang. 'Nuff procrastinating, I'm off to write another 4 pages on my final before tonight. -wince- Wish me luck!

Crossovers from the galaxy beyond...

NaNo finally ended (thank god!). I finished with 53/50K (aka, I won!) I'm currently in the process of a lot of editing, some plot-filling, and doing more illustrations. ^^

Since then, I've managed to once again lose myself in the realm of fanfiction! (ah, the water's so sweet and warm xp) Being my curious self, I went browsing and managed to stumble across the strange and yet delightful realm of YGO/SG-1 crossovers. Aaaand OMG are Bakura and Daniel not the hottest thing since toast. (hehe... H.I.N.T. ...hehe) There should seriously be more action between these two. Sadly, I have only watched, maybe, a fifth of the SG-1 series, so I am like totally lost as I sit here and fangirl over this stuff.
After YGO, I went through and found NCIS, HP, House M.D. (which Failed), and other crossovers with SG-1. At the conclusion of much searching, I have decided that the SG-1 crossover universe is severly lacking. SERIOUSLY lacking. It should be crime how few good fics there are out there.
And for another thing, why is that there are only like 3 types of HP/SG-1 crossovers? Either Harry becomes a super-powerful memeber of SG-1 (resulting in an epic-length fic), Harry is Daniel (which is actually realy cool), or Harry and Jack end up together and mpreg ensues. (I'm refusing to read the Harry/Sam fics on principle as a slash fan-atic) Can't anyone come up with a decent new idea?

Another crossover set that is lacking in good stories is DN/YGO. They're all crap. At least any that I can find are. It's so sad since everything is almost set up for a great crossover.

Like Weiss Kreuz and Harry Potter! Omg, I so wanna read a good one of those. Does no one else see the similarites between Nagi and Harry? Messy black hair, green eyes, telekinetic/magical powers. Has no one else seriously noticed this?! It's almost written-out in plain sight for you people!

I'm also debating starting a new crossover just because the one series pisses me off. YGO/YGO5Ds. 5Ds almost demolishes the basics of the Shadow Realm and the origins of the cards, aka the basis of the whole YGO series! (not to mention they stuck a Jou clone in there in one episode... -_-;;) And Jack Atlas! How dare he rip off the Kaiba coat! It's unforgivable!
Basically, (in my fic idea which I am seriously contemplating writing) Yusei (whom I believe can be saved) gets transported to Domino, Japan. There he meets Yugi-tachi and discovers that everything he thought he knew about the cards and the Shadow Realm was all a lie. It's a big wake-up call for the satellite duelist as he struggles to come to terms with his new knowlege, learning the 'old school' way of dueling, and dealing with a new threat against the Earth that he somehow gets wrapped up in, courtesy of knowing Yugi.
I'm not sure of the pairings or much anything else yet, but the idea is firmly in my mind.

Help requested! I'm looking for a specific YGO/HP fic I found awhiiiile ago. I don't remember the name of it, sadly, but I know it was archived on fanfiction.net.
Yugi left Japan and was taking care of the three yamis, who had been reborn as children. (and are ever so adorable!)
Yugi buys a house somewhere in England and states that it would get confusing talking in three different languages all the time, so he decides that each day they would use a different language. English, Ancient Egyptian, and Japanese if I'm remembering correctly.
If you know which story I'm talking about, PLEASE let me know! I've been trying to find it for the past three days!

Why yes Mr. Panda, I am related to Mr. Sloth

History is spelled very similarly to 'destroy', or 'his toy.' Am I the only one to notice this? Maybe it's because I have a nine page assignment due in four hours that I am noticing all of this...
Yay for word padding tricks learned from NaNo! *sigh* As cool as my history teachers initals are, (ZHA, how cool is that?) I can't help but be annoyed at the multiple assignments given to us everyday.

Plus, I had an awesome new GW/HP idea today while driving to my write-in. What if Zechs was actually Lucius Malfoy? And Quatre was an amnesiac Draco? XD It's so awesome and I already have the basis of an outline for it written out...but I'm not allowed to think about that until December.

Also, I'm a little behind on this, but they found CrazyAboutYugi's hacker. He's from NY apparently. They're trying to sue him for several things and he's been blacklisted by the fanfiction community. Remind me never to upset the puzzleshipping community. They are freaking awesome! <3

On more of the homefront news, I still have no idea when my gradfather will be showing up. It's rather...worrying. I don't even have a clue if he's still in Canada or if he's in the US on his way down. Like, right now. >.< It's so stressful! Which means even less is getting done than normal.
*sigh* Enough procrastiniating for now, I have a history paper to write. ;_; Any volunteers? No? Damn.

Desperate teaser

This is a Harry Potter fanfiction called Desperate that I started during summer semester and lost. I found it again last Saturday and fell in love all over again with the idea.

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He sat on top of a giant wooden cross on the edge of a graveyard, wearing only a ragged and faded green tunic. The boy stared as another of the black-robed people walked past his grave. More of them had been showing up the past weeks and it annoyed the boy to no end. They had no respect for the graves, nor the people buried there. The boy hissed softly under his breath as one of the black-robes stepped on top of the graves.
They are very stubborn, kali?
The boy turned to look at the giant snake that had crawled up the wooden cross while he wasn’t looking. Then again, he was so used to the snake that its approach no longer mattered to him. They are. Slightly elongated fangs poked out from underneath the pale boy’s lips.
Shall we go hunting again, kali? They reek of old blood and other’s pain.
The boy stared a little longer at the black robed figures retreating off into the house sitting on the edge of the graveyard. His grin widened as he looked up at the moon. He waited several more moments before speaking again. I had a vision of Mother yesterday. He was in pain. I don’t like to watch Father make Mother be in pain, it unsettles me.
The snake’s eyes gleamed as it turned its head from the boy to the house the black-robes had disappeared into. The reptile understood his Master’s underlying message and fresh venom began to pool in its fangs. The black-robes would pay the Father’s debt.
The boy eventually turned his head back down to the giant snake. Shall we go Kali? Serenity warns us to be careful, but the light of Nothing shall cloak us in vengeance. The boy’s words didn’t even faze the snake, he was used to his Master’s strange prayers and whispers to the dead.
Boy and snake easily dropped from the high cross and slipped into the shadows of the gravestones.

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No, the boy is not Harry in case you thought that. He's something else. I'll give either a fanfic oneshot or a fanart drawing to anyone who can figure out what/who he is.

This is just the begining of the first chapter and the rest of it should be done within the next month.
Comments, questions? Love? Hate?

Fic preview

This is a Harry Potter fanfic I started a few months ago before NaNo and I was debating continuing it. The basis is that Harry has been 'trained' by an evil lord named Lord Arcus. His Hogwarts letter arrives and Harry is given the chance to go to school. How will Hogwarts react to this Perfect Soldier? (sorry Heero, I had too! XD)

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“No hesitation now, boy.”
The sharp voice cut through Harry’s thoughts and he wordlessly raised his hand and drove the knife it held into the body in front of him. Glazed emerald eyes gazed into the fading blue ones in front of him.
“Very good.” the voice purred in dark tones as a hand snaked around Harry’s shoulders to grasp his neck. “You have done so well; I shall allow you to ask for a favor.” Long nails drug themselves across the pulse that was beating underneath the pale skin. “What do you want?”
Harry shivered slightly as the breath of the man behind him washed over the shell of his ear. The seductive tones dragged him further into his mind and he lost hold of reality for a few seconds.
“A favor…” his voice was thin from disuse and scratched against his throat.
The man behind him chuckled at the childish repetition of his words. “Yes, what do you want? I shall give you a prize,” his voice lingering on the last word.
Harry’s eyes dropped to the floor and the dead body in front of himself. Blood flowed from the hole in its chest and matted its hair to its head. Absently, the thought surfaced that the man was probably not a natural blonde. Harry could see the brown roots and felt the strangest urge to laugh at the dead man for being so conforming.
The hand at his neck was joined by soft lips at the man behind him became impatient. “Well my pet? What do want?” Unspoken, the lips on his neck also showed that if Harry didn’t give an answer soon, he wouldn’t be able to. Allowing a small smile at the ministrations, Harry let himself relax and his thoughts flow free.
“An owl…” The man stilled and let Harry gather his wandering thoughts. “There was an owl. Cain ate it for breakfast. It had a letter on it.” Harry swallowed and moistened his lips. He hadn’t talked this much in a while now. “It asked,” he paused as a coughing fit overcame him. “It said that,” Harry doubled over and coughed again. Lifting a hand to his mouth, he tried to keep from swallowing his tongue. Cool hands wrapped around his bent waist and a face nuzzled into his back. He could faintly hear soft words spoken against his skin. The breath of the man behind him warmed his shirt and Harry tried to slow his coughing.
Calming down, Harry moved his hand and spit out a mouthful of blood. He straightened slowly and tensed his muscles to keep from shaking in pain.
“Quiet, my pet. You’ll be fine soon. Quoin’s poison is still in your veins it seems. Now, you said a letter came by owl this morning. Just nod.” Harry nodded weakly and the man pulled Harry’s head back until it rested on his shoulders. “Well then, I take it you want me to respond in a pleasing manner to this letter?” Harry nodded again and suppressed another coughing fit that threatened to overtake him. “Calm down. If you die, you are of no use to me.” Harry cringed at the words and tried to pull forward out of the embrace.
“Sit!” A hand grabbed him roughly by the head. “I did not say to move, so don’t.” Growled out, the words instantly froze Harry. “Good.” The hand softened its hold and stroked his hair. “Such a pretty head my pet.”
Showing surprising strength, the man lifted Harry’s frail body up and walked out the door into the stone corridors underneath the castle. Harry curled into the man carrying him and clenched his hands into his own robes. He felt the man start up the steps into the main part of the castle. He smiled and twisted his head to try to bury his head into the man’s neck.
A deep chuckle came through the chest that Harry was resting on. “Cling all you like for now my pet. I shall find this letter of yours while you go and talk to Quoin about your throat.”
Harry nodded vaguely, his thoughts floundering again.

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Aaaand that's all I'm giving you. So, what do you guys think? Love it? Hate it?