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A Fic Starring Two Obnoxious Little Brothers

2007-04-04T15:38:16Z

A dialogue fic starring two obnoxious younger brothers
Title: Meanwhile, at the Kaplans
Author: </a></b></a>altheak
Spoilers for the last Civil War issues
Starring two obnoxious younger brothers

Rating: PG (boykissing mentionned)

( Billy's bros comment some Civil War's events under the cut )

Just a few ideas for future fics set in an alternate universe...

2007-03-30T18:38:05Z

Just a few ideas for future fics set in an alternate universe…

Author: altheak

Crossover Young Avengers/1602
1602 Universe Slight allusion to House of M.

Pairing: William Kaplanius / Lord Theodore Von Dorrek-Vell
Rating: G

I got the idea when watching Jeremy Irons tenderly kissing Joseph Fiennes’ lips in ‘The Merchant of Venice’. Shakespeare’s fault, not mine!

Now, my mind is full of fanarts in-becoming featuring Theo and Will in Jacobean time…

He cannot get the song he heard this morning out of his head. He fails to recall the lyrics, but the steady gallop of his horse encourages him to keep humming:

‘Dum, dumdi-dum, dum-um, the young hothead…’

A song of ill-omen.

‘Dum, the maiden so pale, dum-um…’

He decides to cut through the forest. It is the third time that he changes his direction, hoping they will eventually lose his track.

He whistles and the horse haws. He marvels at the docility of the stallion, which he cannot properly lead, as his left arm is firmly encircling his unconscious lover’s waist.

The stallion bravely thrusts across the dense vegetation. Lord Theodore Von Dorrek-Vell bends to avoid branches and his lips brush his lover’s head.

William’s neck is fouled with mud and ashes. Sweat is trickling down his skin. His hair is imbued with this uncanny smell of ozone. Earth, fire, water and air… and Lord Theodore restarts humming the Ballad of the Fantasticks - that unfortunate quartet - that a blind minstrel sang this morning before the execution.

As they run away from the pyre, Lord Theodore thinks about the fate of the lad who is resting in his arms. William is a lost soul, the son of a nun whose abuse of her power led to the decimation of witchbreeds.

Crossroads.

What to do now? Where to go?

They are not too far from Kaplanius the Healer’s house. Lord Theodore cannot ask the good fellow to take more risks for a boy who was said to be the Devil’s bastard child.

Will they head for Master Carolus Javier’s Select College for the Sons of Gentlefolk? A haven for witchbreeds, for mutantur, if rumors were true.

But the answers about William’s origins could only be found if they look for Wanda, the defrocked Scarlet Nun.

Ewww, a nightmarish fic!

2007-02-16T18:32:29Z

Title: Of Love and Egotism

Author: altheak

Young Avengers
Starring Billy and the Super-Skrull
R: -17
Violence and NC sex implied. Nothing graphic though.

Allusions to Annihilation: Super-Skrull

I had this weird dream last night. Allan Heinberg revealed that Billy, in Young Avengers Special, was drawn after Hillary Swank in Boys don’t cry. Especially the ears. Deadpool was sobbing against Copycat’s shoulder because he could not stand the idea of seeing his favourite nubile hero drawn after a girl and Copycat kept saying that she was the only one who could play Billy. She *is* used to playing Billy… Then, Teddy woke up screaming, terrified by the idea - quickly followed by my own wakening for the same reasons.

A few hours later, I had this nightmare:

Of Love and Egotism:

A blur green shape, whose stern features could not be mistaken for Teddy’s, bent over Billy.

How long had he been lying on the wet tiling of the bathroom? Hours? Felt like days. Or just a few minutes, prone, as the shock warped his sense of time.

The Super-Skrull was staring blank, lost in thought.

Billy faintly smiled, as he croaked: ‘What’s the matter, Kl’rt? I’m not your type, am I?’

‘Human derision. The strength of insignificant beings.’

The Super-Skrull stepped back as Billy rolled on his side, fumbled and grabbed the side of the bathtub. He tried and heaved up. The young Avenger avoided looking at his reflection in the broken mirror. He rummaged in the file case and wrapped himself in a towel. Then, he crouched down to the empty bathtub.

‘I’m a dove of peace, Billy.’

The ghost of a smile spread across Billy’s face.

‘I’m acting in the interest of my people and achieving success would prevent the Skrulls from invading the Earth.’

The Super-Skrull gave him a steaming mug.

‘I just need you to stay out of my way.’

Billy glared at the small pieces of orange which were floating in hot wine.

‘How tactful. Now, you’re trying to poison me.’

‘If it were the solving to all our problems, you’d already be dead. I’m afraid it doesn’t work this way.’

A bunch of Skrulls boiled behind Kl’rt. They could not stay quiet any longer and started to bellow:

‘Where can we find him?’

‘Where is he?’

The Super-Skrull marvelled at the dark fire in Billy’s eyes that the veil of tears failed to quench. The young man suddenly realised he was crying. He wiped his cheeks and his answer was muffled by the towel. Among Billy’s volley of swear-words, the Super-Skrull managed to get his answer: ‘Over my… body…’

‘We did!’ a Skrull snapped.

‘Didn’t get how it could worth the rule of an empire though’, another muttered.

Billy jolted and hoarsely shouted: ‘What’s between Ted and I, you can’t destroy it. Nothing you would attempt against us could destroy it. It’s beyond you, beyond you all, you can’t even…’

‘Love, uh?’ Kl’rt interrupted with a calm voice. ‘What’s between you and Prince Dorrek, I mean.’

He motioned the Skrulls to go out of the room. Then, he sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Billy’s split upper-lip restarted to bleed. He swabbed it with his towel.

The Super-Skrull came nearer and asked: ‘Do you know what love is?’

‘Do you?’, Billy immediately retorted.

‘You’re, what, sixteen? Seventeen?’

‘I’ll turn seventeen in two months.’

‘Seventeen. So you think you know everything about love and that I’m an old Skrull, old as the hills, who rambles about vain thoughts.’

‘Not exactly the first thought that crossed my mind. You’re the one who beat the shit out of me and watched when your… ’

‘Love’, Kl’rt grandiloquently said, ‘is the joy you feel when you see in your partner’s eyes the same amount of interest you give to him. Love is based on an exchange of praises. It’s an unconscious process, of course. Most of the time. But love…’

Kl’rt kneaded Billy’s cheeks to make certain that the young man paid close attention to his conclusion: ‘Love is pure egotism.’

He nodded to emphasise his statement and stood up.

‘No offence, we all are. Egotist, I mean. We need to be egotist. It’s the first determining factor to our own survival.’

Billy stretched his legs in the bathtub and hissed as the lower part of his back brushed the enamel. Nevertheless, the coldness of the bathtub seemed to soothe his pain.

Kl’rt began to pace in the bathroom.

‘Love is always a matter of egotism. When you love someone, you love being loved in return. When you’re in love, you’re anything but pure-hearted. Once you’ve acknowledged this… Well, love’s dreadful consequences look more pathetic. When a Kree warrior betrays his own country and mingles with a Skrull Princess, this is egotism. When the only hope of ending the war between two powerful empires is thwarted by a mere schmaltzy crush, this is…’

‘Egotism?’ Billy suggested while he sipped the drink Kl’rt had offered to him. It was sweet and tasted like cinnamon. The sourness of orange on his sore lips made him wince. The Super-Skrull noticed his scowl, grabbed the mug and gulped down the whole drink.

‘No, crime against two alien races.’

‘The Baroness S’Bak realised that you weren’t the future Emperor, didn’t she? You ran away. And your… they’re not Super-Skrulls in training; they’re not even soldiers, only mercenaries. You’re lame. You’re lame and you know it. You know that the only way for you to be rehabilitated is to find and bring them the Emperor. Let me tell you that you won’t. He is with me. We love each other. You’re screwed. Ha!’

‘I have an egg.’

‘Uh?’

‘We… My wife has laid an egg.’

Billy arched an eyebrow. Kl’rt sighed.

‘Skrulls don’t have babies as humans do. We’re oviparous.’

‘I know.’

‘Anyway, the egg will hatch next month. In a decade, my child will have a weapon in his hand. If the conflict gets worse, he will be enrolled in six years only. As you can see, I’m supporting the cause of the Empire for a very personal reason. I’m supporting the cause of my people in order to avoid the discomfort I would feel in seeing my child in the battlefield.’

‘Too bad for you. None of my business’, Billy snapped.

‘You’re being egot...’

‘You know what? Let’s do it. Let’s give a crown to Teddy. Do you really think it’ll immediately put an end to the war? Do you really believe this? What do you expect? He has been raised as a human being. He doesn’t know thing one about Skrulls and Krees…’

‘You’re an egotist loser. You’re so obsessed with your self-comfort that you can’t see further. You’re a fan-boy who dances in the shadow of the past heroes without taking any risk. There is a war. Billions die. Some of our soldiers are younger than you. Dorrek is our last hope.’

‘He won’t go.’

‘We need him.’

‘He can’t go.’

‘He might need your help.’

‘I won’t go.’

‘You don’t understand. I am here to offer you to help him not to miss the Earth.’

‘You’re asking me to zap him?’

‘If you want to. His… mood is in your hands. If you’ve got a smidgeon of selflessness, you’ll choose to ease his departure without unneeded sufferings.’

Kl’rt walked to the door and added: ‘Take your time. Pull yourself together. The Empire has waited for seventeen years. We can afford to wait a couple of hours more.’

'cuz they're fanboys

2007-02-14T18:14:03Z

Each time I read that some comicbook characters read comics featuring heroes from their own universe, my brain explode. But I like the idea of Teddy and Billy being fanboys, so you may recognise Teddy and Billy in those scrabbles of mines, as they (yes, just try to think very hard that it's Billy and Teddy on those poor PAINT docs) pay a (kinda) tribute to their (and my) favourite heroes...

Fanarts by altheak
R: -13. Blood and strong language

Skrullboy
'Thou shall not try to reabsorb the Scarlet Witch's twins' souls, ye sodding bastard!'
Let's see... a scarlet cloak over a black suit... Has Spawn inspired Wiccan's suit?
B: THE LAST BOY... and his space monkey!

Skrullboy

After Hellboy, by Mike Mignola, Dark Horse Comics.

'Thou shall not try to reabsorb the Scarlet Witch's twins' souls, ye sodding bastard!'

After John Constantine: Hellblazer, Dangerous Habits by Garth Ennis & Steve Dillon, DC/Vertigo.

Let's see... a scarlet cloak over a black suit... Has Spawn inspired Wiccan's suit?

After Todd McFarlane's Spawn and its spin-off Sam & Twitch, Image Comics.

B: THE LAST BOY... and his space monkey!

After Y: the Last Man, by Brian K. Vaughan & Pia Guerra, Vertigo.

Drabble Peter Parker / Ben Urich

2006-11-29T20:26:26Z

Drabble Peter Parker / Ben Urich

Drabble 100 words
Title: Riding out
Author: Altheak
Pairing: Ben Urich / Peter Parker
Rating: SLASH (+ 17)
Setting: Civil War - Frontline
Disclaimer: *Heavy spoilers*

‘This is the alley’, Ben Urich managed to whisper.

He stared at Spiderman who was crouching against the brick wall.

‘The world still needs heroes.’

Ben came closer and brushed his shivering fingertips against Spiderman’s taut muscles.

‘I do need heroes.’

Spiderman held him tight.

‘I do need you.’

Spiderman teetered his pelvis and allowed him to sob on his shoulder and in his depths.

Then, the tears came.

The rain outflow from the exploded drainpipe covered their wheezing sighs.

Ben saw his reflection on Spiderman’s golden masked eyes.

From then on, Green Goblyn’s gaze would haunt him no more.

altheak @ 2006-11-29T21:22:00

2006-11-29T20:22:19Z

Fanfiction deleted scenes from X3 starring Northstar

Two little scenes that were to be found in X3 but were deleted… as well as Northstar’s appearance, strangely enough.

Or the first clumsy scratches by some French scribbler. You choose.

Author: Altheak
22 Nov. 06
Deleted scenes from X3
Pairing: Rogue/Iceman/Northstar
Starring Anole and Wolverine
Rating: T (+13) Slash but nothing graphic.

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This scene would take place after Rogue found out about the possibilities of been cured.

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‘Congratulations.’

‘Well…obviously, the school needs staff. I can’t find another reason for being appointed as a monitor. It’s not as if my X-timetable let me much time to do that. I mean, it’s nice, I feel flattered. But my priority is to be an X-man, you know?’

‘I wish’, Northstar muttered. ‘Well… for that too. I didn’t… I was thinking about Marie and you. Sounds like the cure changes the game.’

The Iceman frowned waiting for the punch line. As Northstar remained quiet, Bobby arched an eyebrow: ‘So you’re…’

‘Happy. For both of you. You deserve it.’ A pause. ‘What? Do you…?’

‘Me? No. Yes. I’m extremely pleased.’

‘Obviously.’

‘Well… eh’, Bobby whispered.

Northstar stared at the Iceman. He seemed to hesitate.

‘What about our… little agreement?’ he finally asked with a neutral voice.

‘There is no our, there is no us. Never been. Don’t wanna talk about that. Nothing to talk about anyway. At all.’

He slammed the door behind him.

‘Of course, Bobby’, Northstar sarcastically nodded.

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The morning after the cute scene in which Rogue and the Iceman went to their room, holding their hands.

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The Iceman opened the door of the examination room. He began to hand out the small pieces of paper on which the subject of the essay was written. Northstar was giving the pupils paper sheets. His feet on the desk, Logan was dozing.

They met in the last raw, facing each other. The couple of paper sheets did not reach the hand of the last pupil. Neither did the subject.

Instead they became entangled behind the teachers’ necks. Ignored comments and gasps were muffled away.

The Iceman quietly left the room. As the pupil tried to draw his attention in blink blending into his chair, Northstar eventually remembered why a sheet of paper remained in his left hand.

‘Bon courage, Victor’

Then, to the whole class.

‘You have three hours.’

Northstar came back to sit at the desk and stirred Wolverine a sudden snore as he put his legs down to the floor. He watched the rows of bent-down heads and scribbling hands. An accomplished smile spread on his slightly chapped lips.

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This little story is dedicated to the ones who are reading it instead of working on their essays or revising for their exams. Good luck to them, anyway. ;-)