the list
Okay. Day Four of the Shittiest Week of My Life.
Current Projects, aka TO DO LIST:
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Title: My Shoulder Angel is a Mafia Hitman
Fandom: Reborn!
Pairings: onesided TsunaKyoko, TsunaGoku, onesided YamaTsuna
Status: Multi-chapter, plotting
Genre/Rating: Humor/Romance/T
Summary: As if Sawada "No-Good" Tsuna didn't have enough to worry about, what with being placed in the same class as Kyoko, the love of his life. No, suddenly he has a pint-sized mafia hitman following him around, insisting on shooting random magic bullets at him in order to aquire pacifiers of different colors, all for the sake of renewing the Vongola name. Oh, and there's the slight but growing bigger problem of one Gokudera Hayato, who has the uncanny ability to make Tsuna forget that being within three feet of Kyoko is supposed to turn him into a stuttering, high-pitched teenager two seconds from stripping down to his boxers and... oh, wait. That's the bullet again.
Notes: Pixie Pop crossover
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Title: You Suck
Fandom: Reborn!
Pairings: Dino/Hibari/Dino, Dino/Tsuna/Hibari, Gokutsuna
Status: flailing between freakishly long oneshot or threeshot, started
Genre/Rating: Humor/Romance/M
Summary: Dino was probably the only one who knew that "...I'll bite you to death." was more than a trademark threat. It actually meant, "I'll bite you, thus initiating you into the legion of the undead." No. Seriously.
Notes: My first vampire fic, as well as threesome fic
Since experiencing “home tutoring” in preparation to become a mafia boss, Dino had learned to respect Reborn’s decisions. It was true that the small hitman’s plans rarely revealed any immediate logic, but they were always in the best interest of those concerned. So when the infant delivered one half of the Ring of Cloud to one Hibari Kyoya and assigned his former pupil, now Bucking Bronco, as the “home tutor”, there were no arguments. In fact, Dino was patient to the degree that his “student” seemed uninterested in his role as the Guardian of Cloud. He was more driven to fight, and it didn’t really matter to Dino. The boy would have to wear out eventually.
After a straight day of fighting and attempting, without much energy, to entice Hibari to ask about the ring or the Vongola or the Varia, Dino began to suspect that his student was inhuman, somehow. He seemed to grow stronger, rather than weaker, as night approached, and they had already taken their battle from the roof of Namimori to the outskirts of the city.
At least he could be assured that if he could convince him of his importance to Tsuna, he would prove a most valuable asset. If Ryohei was the weakest link in the Family, then Hibari was surely the strongest.
“Will you let me explain to you why you were chosen for the Ring of Cloud?” he asked during a short pause. As a mid-range fighter opposing a close-range fighter, Dino was pleased with the front Hibari was putting up. He obviously knew how to pace himself.
In the dark, the chairman’s eyes glinted an eerier blue.
“That does not interest me.”
The fight continued, and gradually over the course of the next day and a half, as they moved into forest terrain, despite Hibari’s persistent cold demeanor, he did not interrupt when the Cavallone explained the gist of the situation. However, he continued to question why he should accept any of this. Dino was insistent. Having witnessed the strength of this boy, he wanted him for his younger brother’s Family.
Not for the first time, the trademark catchphrase “I’ll bite you to death” was muttered under the piercing blue eyes, twisting the eternal scowl into something of a sneer.
Dino’s whip lashed out, and Hibari effectively dodged it. Almost too easily. His reflexes in the cloud-shadows of the moon increased as well. Dino pulled back and barely managed to parry the oncoming attack.
“I’m sorry,” he said, dropping into a stance designed to draw on his reserves of energy, “My Japanese is not very good. Did you say that you were going to bite me?”
Standing there, his jacket hanging off of his shoulders, eyes narrowed and eerie in the darklight, tonfa swinging in anticipation of attach, the boy looked like a vampire.
He offered no clarification, merely taunted a half-step forward.
"Well, then, bite me if you can," Dino said, shifting to an offensive stance and flaring out his whip in a complicated slash.
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Title: Quit
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings: AkuRoku
Status: oneshot, plotting
Genre/Rathing: Romance/T
Summary: In order to quit smoking, Axel needs to find an oral fixation to get his mind off the drug.
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Title: How I Got On Broadway
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairings: Zemyx (main) and others
Status: PENDING JUNE, plotting
Genre/Rating: Humor/Romance/T?M?
Summary: Coming into his last year at Julliard, Demyx knows that he's got to land a major role in something fast or else risk losing his dreams of seeing his name in lights. Desperate, he throws body and soul into theatre, only to realize that thsi might be affecting his relationship with Zexion. Zexion thinks he might be weighing Demyx down and does the only thing he can do - move out and give his best friend some space. But since neither can live without the other, it's up to their friends to push them back in the right direction... and maybe make Demyx famuos in the process? Illegal is faster, as they say.
Notes: How I Paid for College sequel, my big summer project
"Shit, Pence... you're not going to have us rob a bank are you? Again?" Roxas muttered into the phone. "And don't start in on me with that 'illegal is faster' crap."
With an exasperated sigh, he snapped the phone shut. "Can you drive any slower?" he whined, punching Axel in the shoulder. Axel shrugged and smirked. "We're back in the US, Rox. You know traffic is worse here than in Rome." Roxas crossed his arms and turned to face the window.
"He's just upset that he can't drive here," Axel whispered loudly to me as yet another taxicab pulled in front of us. Roxas whipped around and glared full into Axel's face. It was amazing how in the past three or your years that they'd been together, Roxas had developed a higher sense of his surroundings. Watching them now, no one would guess that Roxas was blind. He looked right where Axel's eyes would be and retorted, "Maybe I am!" and Axel replied smoothly, unblinking and without a trace of akwardness, "Well, if you'd calm down a bit... maybe I'll let you drive tonight." A sort of confusion flitted over the bridge of Roxas's nose, and then he blushed, smirking a little.
"Promise you won't be a bitch in the morning about it?"
"Uh... I'm kind of sitting right here," I said, waving and laughing nervously into the rearview mirror.
They mumbled apologies in stereo and turned their attention away from each other, a faint spray of pink over Roxas's cheeks and Axel smirking and running a hand though his hair sheepishly.
It was amusing, but hurt me a little. As we crossed a busy intersection I couldn't help but remember not two weeks ago, when Zexion surprised me in the theatre and nearly dragged me into an empty dressing room. He had been strangely urgent then, stroking the line of my back hard and dipping his fingers past the fabric waist of my jeans. It caught me off-guard, but I'd wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned full into the kiss, content to feel him move against me. And then I'd remembered that I had an auidition in ten minutes and this was not going to happen. How could I have been so cruel? Zexion was the world to me, and I practically forced him to jack himslf off while I ran upstairs to the stage. I never even thought about what Zexion had to do to get into the theatre without a pass.
"Dammit, Zexion, I love you so much..." I murmured into my hands.