Angel-kun:
Well Ok as far as I know this will be one of the longest 1x4 AU out there. I could be wrong, but hey I never saw one. Plus it's just a little hint to any author out there who writes 1x4 just what kind of stories I like and such. [Coughs] this also goes for 3x4 author's...sorry I ready to many AU angst and I just want one with a little eh...less err hopeless...or something like that ^_^ N E WAY!
Reasons for writing this:
1. Heero/Quatre fics are usually PWP - there is just a handful that aren't.
2. This couple is cute - admit it...they are
3. Too many 1x2/2x1 and 3x4/4x3 out there - I have nothing against those pairings, but after awhile it does get boring.
4. Wanted to inspire other authors into writing a 1x4 or actually finish there own stories that are in the works.
Pairings:
1x4 no duh!
Genre:
Romance / Action Adventure / Parody
Warnings:
Err rated R and NC-17 in some parts. Yaoi...like you weren't expecting that. AU ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! Maybe OOC for a few people...maybe not.
Disclaimer:
I OWN NADA! Romance Novel this is based on is Spell Weaver by Roxi Ashe.
Enjoy! ^_^
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Enchanter
By - Angel Inoshi
CHAPTER ONE -
Green is Your Color...No Really!
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Anyone would die for such a strong love potion. The Mystic Forest had given him the needed herbs to conjure up such a mixture - Monkshood and Wolfs Bane to confuse the mind, also Belladonna and Woodruff to ignite sexual desire, all just only a few ingredients in the brew.
Quatre smiled to himself as he poured the pale blue liquid into a pewter vial. Trying not to breathe in the intoxicating vapors himself, he forced a wooden stopper into the container's mouth. He was a little worried about the combination he had just created and gazed upon the little vial for a few moments. Finally, with a sigh he looked towards the figure sitting across from him.
"Well, Sir J (Dr. J), I think I have it right this time," he said. "This might make her fall in love with you, but I can't make any promises"
"Let me try it, Quatre," Sir J replied, stretching to reach the vial.
Quatre held it away for a brief moment, contemplating the desperate eagerness in the other man's voice. Why did he even bother to raise his hopes? It had seemed so simple at first, but then he slowly began to realize what a huge mistake it was.
"I have to test it first," argued Quatre.
"Test it on yourself? No, if it is lethal, I won't have you die because of my needs."
Quatre gazed at the vial again. "I'm warning you, more than a spoonful of this stuff could end it for you. Why only the Monkshood alone could..."
"I know the risks," Sir J interrupted "and I'll gladly except them for this chance!" He pulled out a coin from his coin purse and laid it on the table. "I have waited three years for this moment, Quatre. I will not pass it up. Let me taste the draft."
"For three years I've created and mixed several potions and still your lady loves another. You should stop your pursuit and stay at the queen's side as her advisor where you belong," snapped Quatre.
Quatre pushed himself out of his chair and looked out of the window. Below he saw the queen's knights practice there sword fights and throw spears through wooden rings. * Sir J should be out there over seeing the training. Why in the world had he come to me? I'm not fit in this deadly art. My sister Iria is the magician in the family. Even if I practiced for a thousand years I still wouldn't get it right. *
"You know I can't understand your faith in me," he said dryly. "My love potions only give you headaches and an empty pocket. I'm sorry to take your money."
"You can have it all! What good is money if the woman I want thinks I'm as attractive as a frog?"
Quatre couldn't say that Sir J was the best looking man, yet he was his only friend in Queen Relena's court. The vial trembled in his hand. He ought to just toss it out the window and promise himself never to make such a thing again.
"I don't like this, Sir J," he argued once again. "You drink too much and I'll never see you again."
"I promise to take only a sip." Smiling he rested a hand on Quatre's shoulder. "You underestimate yourself too much, young mage."
Quatre glanced at the knights below. "I don't trust my skills. You should have gone to Iria."
"Bah! She only cares about the queen. She doesn't have time for an old knight like myself."
"The queen does not deserve such a skilled magician like my sister. Maybe I should be the one making potions for the queen. I doubt anyone would care if I made a few mistakes."
"Quatre, sometimes you can be positively evil, but I do not blame you for it. The queen has her moments, which is most of the time."
"I know I should not say such things. After all if it weren't for her, Iria and I would still be back in Sandrock Keep, just across the boarder from rampaging Vikings."
Sir J grabbed the vial out of Quatre's left hand and dashed out the door calling, "I left my coin purse on the table! Take it!"
"Wait!" Quatre dashed out the door to try and follow, but Sir J was already down the stairs. "Remember to take a sip!"
"What?!"
"A sip you thick headed ninny! If you die, I'll kill you!"
"Right...right! Don't worry I'll remember! Tomorrow I'll marry the love of my life!" shouted Sir J as he vanished from sight.
Quatre stared for a moment then sighed dejectedly, "Idiot."
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The next morning, a loud knocking on his chamber door awakened Quatre. Suddenly, the door slammed open as Lady Dorothy stormed in. His sister Iria also rushed in following Dorothy.
"Get up cousin," Dorothy commanded. "The Queen wants to see you in the throne room!"
Scooting against the headboard, Quatre drew the covers over his bare chest. "How dare you burst in through my door unwelcome! Iria what is this all about?"
"Quatre, you are in grave trouble."
"What happened?"
"I'm not sure, but you should hear the commotion down stairs. Oh, Quatre, what have you done?"
"Enough of this! You shall find it soon enough!" snapped Dorothy.
She quickly advanced on Quatre and grabbed him by the arm letting the covers slide off to reveal him only dressed in thin draped white pants tied by a blue sash. Iria followed quickly behind. Quatre was speechless as he was dragged down the main hall. Thoughts of poor Sir J filled his mind. He was brought through the main doors of the lavish throne room, and there he was greeted by shouts from fellow knights of Sir J.
"The demon! Kill him for what he has done!" The knights angrily proclaimed.
"Enough," boomed Queen Relena's voice.
Instantly Quatre kneeled on one knee and bowed his head before Relena. Quiet rained through the hall as Relena gazed intently upon Quatre. Her features were cold for the supposed calm and beautiful queen. A wry smile graced her lips as she spoke.
"Tell me what you have done to Sir J, Quatre."
"I made him a love potion your highness. I did nothing more than that."
"A love potion? Surely you knew you weren't experienced enough to create such a thing. You knew what might have happened." Relena stood up from her throne and walked towards Quatre.
Quatre could hear Iria sob as Relena approached him. "Yes I did your highness."
"Yet, you gave the draft to him. Despite the consequences, you let him have it," Relena said as she lifted her hand high into the air and gave Quatre a slap across the face. "That was for messing about with things you do not understand, but what is to be done with you now, Quatre of Sandrock? Although we are distantly related, I'm not sure what to do with you."
"I await the queen's justice. I do not deny what I have done." Quatre said shutting his eyes tightly.
"You may have risked his life, but you have not killed him." Despite Quatre's astonished face she continued, "However, you have done something to him. Squire, bring Sir J!"
Sir J's squire pushed his way through the crowed. Wet trails streaked down his face as he cradled something in a wool mantle. He bowed in front of Quatre, who had gotten up by this time, and pulled away the mantel to reveal a bullfrog. The frog looked up at Quatre and gave a loud croak.
"Behold your handy work, Quatre. I must say you may have changed him for the better! Your little antics have transformed him into this fine creature."
"I...I...but how could it be? It is not possible! Sir J, what have I done to you?!" Quatre embraced the frog and squeezed it tightly.
The frog let out another huge croak and proceeded to turn blue from lack of air. Relena then grabbed Sir J from Quatre's fierce hug and tossed him back towards the squire. She smiled coolly at Quatre and leaned forward towards his ear.
"I have plans for you, Quatre. This is truly a miracle in disguise. I shall defeat my enemies with this potion, starting with the Viking lord, Heero Yuy of Wing. Come, Quatre to my personal chamber. I will tell you my plan there."
Well Ok as far as I know this will be one of the longest 1x4 AU out there. I could be wrong, but hey I never saw one. Plus it's just a little hint to any author out there who writes 1x4 just what kind of stories I like and such. [Coughs] this also goes for 3x4 author's...sorry I ready to many AU angst and I just want one with a little eh...less err hopeless...or something like that ^_^ N E WAY!
Reasons for writing this:
1. Heero/Quatre fics are usually PWP - there is just a handful that aren't.
2. This couple is cute - admit it...they are
3. Too many 1x2/2x1 and 3x4/4x3 out there - I have nothing against those pairings, but after awhile it does get boring.
4. Wanted to inspire other authors into writing a 1x4 or actually finish there own stories that are in the works.
Pairings:
1x4 no duh!
Genre:
Romance / Action Adventure / Parody
Warnings:
Err rated R and NC-17 in some parts. Yaoi...like you weren't expecting that. AU ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! Maybe OOC for a few people...maybe not.
Disclaimer:
I OWN NADA! Romance Novel this is based on is Spell Weaver by Roxi Ashe.
Enjoy! ^_^
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Enchanter
By - Angel Inoshi
CHAPTER ONE -
Green is Your Color...No Really!
________________________________________________________________
Anyone would die for such a strong love potion. The Mystic Forest had given him the needed herbs to conjure up such a mixture - Monkshood and Wolfs Bane to confuse the mind, also Belladonna and Woodruff to ignite sexual desire, all just only a few ingredients in the brew.
Quatre smiled to himself as he poured the pale blue liquid into a pewter vial. Trying not to breathe in the intoxicating vapors himself, he forced a wooden stopper into the container's mouth. He was a little worried about the combination he had just created and gazed upon the little vial for a few moments. Finally, with a sigh he looked towards the figure sitting across from him.
"Well, Sir J (Dr. J), I think I have it right this time," he said. "This might make her fall in love with you, but I can't make any promises"
"Let me try it, Quatre," Sir J replied, stretching to reach the vial.
Quatre held it away for a brief moment, contemplating the desperate eagerness in the other man's voice. Why did he even bother to raise his hopes? It had seemed so simple at first, but then he slowly began to realize what a huge mistake it was.
"I have to test it first," argued Quatre.
"Test it on yourself? No, if it is lethal, I won't have you die because of my needs."
Quatre gazed at the vial again. "I'm warning you, more than a spoonful of this stuff could end it for you. Why only the Monkshood alone could..."
"I know the risks," Sir J interrupted "and I'll gladly except them for this chance!" He pulled out a coin from his coin purse and laid it on the table. "I have waited three years for this moment, Quatre. I will not pass it up. Let me taste the draft."
"For three years I've created and mixed several potions and still your lady loves another. You should stop your pursuit and stay at the queen's side as her advisor where you belong," snapped Quatre.
Quatre pushed himself out of his chair and looked out of the window. Below he saw the queen's knights practice there sword fights and throw spears through wooden rings. * Sir J should be out there over seeing the training. Why in the world had he come to me? I'm not fit in this deadly art. My sister Iria is the magician in the family. Even if I practiced for a thousand years I still wouldn't get it right. *
"You know I can't understand your faith in me," he said dryly. "My love potions only give you headaches and an empty pocket. I'm sorry to take your money."
"You can have it all! What good is money if the woman I want thinks I'm as attractive as a frog?"
Quatre couldn't say that Sir J was the best looking man, yet he was his only friend in Queen Relena's court. The vial trembled in his hand. He ought to just toss it out the window and promise himself never to make such a thing again.
"I don't like this, Sir J," he argued once again. "You drink too much and I'll never see you again."
"I promise to take only a sip." Smiling he rested a hand on Quatre's shoulder. "You underestimate yourself too much, young mage."
Quatre glanced at the knights below. "I don't trust my skills. You should have gone to Iria."
"Bah! She only cares about the queen. She doesn't have time for an old knight like myself."
"The queen does not deserve such a skilled magician like my sister. Maybe I should be the one making potions for the queen. I doubt anyone would care if I made a few mistakes."
"Quatre, sometimes you can be positively evil, but I do not blame you for it. The queen has her moments, which is most of the time."
"I know I should not say such things. After all if it weren't for her, Iria and I would still be back in Sandrock Keep, just across the boarder from rampaging Vikings."
Sir J grabbed the vial out of Quatre's left hand and dashed out the door calling, "I left my coin purse on the table! Take it!"
"Wait!" Quatre dashed out the door to try and follow, but Sir J was already down the stairs. "Remember to take a sip!"
"What?!"
"A sip you thick headed ninny! If you die, I'll kill you!"
"Right...right! Don't worry I'll remember! Tomorrow I'll marry the love of my life!" shouted Sir J as he vanished from sight.
Quatre stared for a moment then sighed dejectedly, "Idiot."
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The next morning, a loud knocking on his chamber door awakened Quatre. Suddenly, the door slammed open as Lady Dorothy stormed in. His sister Iria also rushed in following Dorothy.
"Get up cousin," Dorothy commanded. "The Queen wants to see you in the throne room!"
Scooting against the headboard, Quatre drew the covers over his bare chest. "How dare you burst in through my door unwelcome! Iria what is this all about?"
"Quatre, you are in grave trouble."
"What happened?"
"I'm not sure, but you should hear the commotion down stairs. Oh, Quatre, what have you done?"
"Enough of this! You shall find it soon enough!" snapped Dorothy.
She quickly advanced on Quatre and grabbed him by the arm letting the covers slide off to reveal him only dressed in thin draped white pants tied by a blue sash. Iria followed quickly behind. Quatre was speechless as he was dragged down the main hall. Thoughts of poor Sir J filled his mind. He was brought through the main doors of the lavish throne room, and there he was greeted by shouts from fellow knights of Sir J.
"The demon! Kill him for what he has done!" The knights angrily proclaimed.
"Enough," boomed Queen Relena's voice.
Instantly Quatre kneeled on one knee and bowed his head before Relena. Quiet rained through the hall as Relena gazed intently upon Quatre. Her features were cold for the supposed calm and beautiful queen. A wry smile graced her lips as she spoke.
"Tell me what you have done to Sir J, Quatre."
"I made him a love potion your highness. I did nothing more than that."
"A love potion? Surely you knew you weren't experienced enough to create such a thing. You knew what might have happened." Relena stood up from her throne and walked towards Quatre.
Quatre could hear Iria sob as Relena approached him. "Yes I did your highness."
"Yet, you gave the draft to him. Despite the consequences, you let him have it," Relena said as she lifted her hand high into the air and gave Quatre a slap across the face. "That was for messing about with things you do not understand, but what is to be done with you now, Quatre of Sandrock? Although we are distantly related, I'm not sure what to do with you."
"I await the queen's justice. I do not deny what I have done." Quatre said shutting his eyes tightly.
"You may have risked his life, but you have not killed him." Despite Quatre's astonished face she continued, "However, you have done something to him. Squire, bring Sir J!"
Sir J's squire pushed his way through the crowed. Wet trails streaked down his face as he cradled something in a wool mantle. He bowed in front of Quatre, who had gotten up by this time, and pulled away the mantel to reveal a bullfrog. The frog looked up at Quatre and gave a loud croak.
"Behold your handy work, Quatre. I must say you may have changed him for the better! Your little antics have transformed him into this fine creature."
"I...I...but how could it be? It is not possible! Sir J, what have I done to you?!" Quatre embraced the frog and squeezed it tightly.
The frog let out another huge croak and proceeded to turn blue from lack of air. Relena then grabbed Sir J from Quatre's fierce hug and tossed him back towards the squire. She smiled coolly at Quatre and leaned forward towards his ear.
"I have plans for you, Quatre. This is truly a miracle in disguise. I shall defeat my enemies with this potion, starting with the Viking lord, Heero Yuy of Wing. Come, Quatre to my personal chamber. I will tell you my plan there."