Author has written 34 stories for Roswell, Veronica Mars, Harry Potter, and Moonlight.
Born and raised in the Bay Area, I am hardly your stereotypical California girl. First of all, I don't know where people get the misguided notion that it's sunny 24/7 and that we spend all our time at the beach, because they obviously have never heard of the Fog Belt, which is where I've lived most of my life. We were lucky to see the sun by about 1 p.m. And tanned? Ha! I don't tan. (Damned Scandinavian ancestry.) I think a frog's underbelly has more color than I do. But I digress.
So born and raised in California, I worked as a journalist for our local paper for six years before I decided that it really wasn't what I wanted out of life and I'm now finishing the degrees I let myself get lured away from because, well, I was young and stupid and liked the money I was making. I just finished my journalism AA and my Culinary Arts AS and am now working towards a Nutrition BS with a concentration in dietetics.
In my spare time I love to write and am an avid reader. I also love biking along the coast, intimate dinner parties with good friends and singing. Funnily enough, while I do love the show Roswell, I don't watch TV. I mean, I seriously don't watch TV. I think I can name on one hand, how many times I've been in front of the TV in the last month and I'd still have lots of fingers left over. But on the rare occasion I do, I prefer shows like NCIS, CSI and Criminal Minds.
I'm new to the whole FanFic world. I only really discovered fanfic about three years ago when I was doing a search on the Roswell books and stumbled on the The Crashdown. Out of curiosity, I read a couple of the stories and was impressed. If some of the conventional couples writers had been writers for the show, I might not have ended up disliking the conventional pairings as I do. Maybe. That said, I primarily write in the Roswell fandom, and am a Polarist, although I have branched out and done a few other UC pairings including: Rebel, Jumper, In Crowd, Fifth Wheeler, etc.
So why Polar? Well, I feel that Liz and Michael each have strengths that balance the others weaknesses. Liz tends to be very controlled, analytical to a fault and likes everything tied up in neat little bundles. Michael on the other hand is a force of nature. He's unpredictable, brash, brutally honest and the sort to do things and worry about the consequences later. Michael has the ability to shake Liz out of her carefully crafted, controlled shell, whereas Liz has the ability to ground Michael and keep him from running off half-cocked. Plus, to me, they aren't true polar opposites.
They are what I like to term surface polar opposites. They seem like they have nothing in common on the surface, but in truth, at the core, they have more similarities than most writers credit. At heart, they are both protectors, are fiercely loyal (in fact it's this trait that has most people saying that they'd never get together, but well, that's an argument for later), they both go against the grain to seek the answers they need, they're intuitive, almost prophetic. Even when Liz's powers manifest, they are more like Michael's than Max. Both have visions, both can blast people, both are tied to their emotions and tend to react violently under stress. Most of all? They have a deep, unspoken respect and trust for the other.
Since I started writing three years ago, I have also branched out in fandoms to include Moonlight, Veronica Mars and Harry Potter, but my true love remains with Roswell. There were just so many unanswered questions when it ended that the show is a gold mine for story ideas.
A few of my favorite quotes from Harry Potter Fanfiction:
This batch is from Double Edged Sword, by Romaine. I was honestly trying to find only one or two quotes from this story, but it's just so wonderfully written and so damned funny at times that I had to include all of these:
The room became silent as Scrimgeour set down the gavel. “Mr. Potter, you are aware of the threat?”
Harry gave a short laugh. “You mean the one where Voldemort (many in the room gasped) is going to kill anyone who represents Draco. I think I’ve been at the top of his list since I was born."
“Are you nuts, Potter?” Draco whispered back.
“Yes, but that is beside the point. Just do it,” Harry quietly demanded.
“Well, I can’t say I’ve ever had that happen after sex before,” Draco said with a grin.
“What? You’ve never seen exploding auras and flying Patronuses after sex? You are so wrecking my image of you.”
“What are we going to do, Draco?”
“I vote we enjoy it and fuck like rabbits.”
“Fuck, what are we going to do about Krum?”
“Obliviate the memory.”
“Potter, I have rubbed off on you.”
“Yes, and I do like the way you rub, just like a nice bunny.”
“If I wasn’t in love with you, I’d do the Dark Lord the honour and kill you myself for a comment like that.”
“Geez, Black, most nursery rhymes and fairy tales are based upon Wizarding history.”
“Please don’t tell me that Hansel and Gretel was a true story? That tale freaked me out when I was a kid.”
“Yes, but the Muggles messed up the ending. The kids didn’t get away; the witch ate them.”
“Fuck you, Malfoy; you have just made sure I relive the nightmares of my childhood.”
Mikhail tapped Harry on the shoulder. “He’s really something up there; is he that good in bed?”
Harry turned and said, “I used to be straight.”
Draco grabbed Harry, pulling him back down. “You know I will never make you regret your decision.”
“I know you won’t, love,” Harry whispered.
Draco choked. “Did you just call me love?”
“Please tell me I didn’t?”
“You did, Potter, I’m going to gag.”
Draco grinned, stood up, walked over to Ron, and kissed him on the cheek, causing the red-haired wizard’s cheeks to match his hair.
“You’re okay, too, Ron, for a regular bloke.” Draco returned to his seat looking smug.
Ron remained silent for a few moments and then managed to get out a few words, “Hermione, did Draco Malfoy just kiss me?”
“Yes, Ron, and I think you liked it.”
Harry moved the table forcefully with his foot.
“Nice boots,” Lucius drawled.
Harry grinned. “Your son likes them.”
Harry roared when James undid that famous ponytail and said, “Come on, Blondie, show me what you got,” as Lucius started going down on him. It didn’t take long for the Gryffindor to come and he gave a good yell at the end.
“Good for you, Father, you swallowed,” Draco said proudly.
Taken from Reparations, Foundations and their supplements by Sara's Girl, some make me laugh and others just make me grin like an idiot. I have to say this is one of my favorite visions of Harry and Draco:
Harry looks up, baffled. "So, what?"
An exasperated sigh. "Don't tell me you don't have a great long list of things that I do that annoy you."
As a matter of fact, he does. Probably. "I do."
"Aren't you going to share it with me?" Draco demands. He's almost... almost pouting, and it's just too good.
"Nope." Harry grins. "I think it'll annoy you more if I don't."
"What's worrying is that I actually understood that," Draco says. "I used to think you loved attention, you know."
"I know. And now?"
"I think... you seem pretty intent on getting mine." He looks up and flushes. "Don't think I haven't noticed."
Harry grins, stomach flipping. "Subtlety isn't my strong point. However." He takes a deep breath, knowing that it's now. "You are an arrogant, stubborn snob."
"What?" Draco narrows his eyes and Harry squeezes his hand.
"I know it's a little late," Harry says innocently. "But I recall you asking for a list of things that annoy me about you. The way you always have to be right. The way you yell at Anxious Brunette Nurse just to amuse yourself. Your posh fucking accent. The way you never, ever forget the right word, even when you're angry or tired or distracted. The way you fold your arms and try to look scary... actually, forget that one, I quite like that."
Draco stares, mouth slightly open, eyes unreadable. Harry continues.
"You can be incredibly rude when you feel like it. You've got this huge chip on your shoulder and this insane drive to pay for things that happened when you were still basically a child. I know you think you're cleverer than me. You eat desserts like an absolute tart. In short, Draco, you wind me up something fierce," he finishes, forcing himself to hold the eye contact even though he's never felt more exposed.
"Um," says Draco. And then: "I don't think I'm cleverer than you."
"I forgot 'argumentative'." Harry smiles. "Look, I don't know if I have the crappiest timing in the world, but I've started now, so I might as well finish. I know what you said before, but I'm not some lovesick teenager who's blind to all your bad qualities. I know what they are, and yet I'm understanding you more all the time, and I think... I rather like you, actually. You complicated bastard," he adds.
"I can't help but feel I should be more nervous about this," he says conversationally, applying his mouth to a delicious collarbone, swiping bitter-sweet-salty-Draco into his mouth like he wants to keep it there.
"But you aren't." Draco blinks, eyelashes bright in the shadows.
Harry presses closer. "Not even a little bit."
"Why would you start now?" The tone is one of mild exasperation, but the little smile makes hope and desire flare in Harry's chest.
"Quicker to Apparate," he mumbles. "Potter," he adds, attempting to get a rise out of Harry.
"Quicker isn't always better, Malfoy. Isn't that right?"
"I knew it." Harry slides a finger under Draco's chin and tips it up to bring their lips together once more. "I have to go. I brought you something suitably warm and disgusting to drink."
Draco's smirk throws him until he retraces his own words. "Coffee. Pervert."
"You love it."
"I think I'm dead," Harry mumbles after a few minutes, inhaling the scent of Draco's skin.
"You'd better not be. How would I explain that to the Ministry? And more to the point, to my mother?"...
"Fucking hell, your mother!" Harry gasps.
Draco eyes him carefully. "Now, I know you're new to all this, but yelling about fucking and my mother in the same sentence is really bad post-sex etiquette."
Harry glares at him, unimpressed by the flippancy. "No... I mean... what if she heard? I completely forgot about her once you'd taken your clothes off." Harry pauses, flushing. "That didn't quite come out right."
"Want to practise on me?" Harry offers. "I've got some time before I have to meet Ron and Hermione to talk about you."
The hand under his tenses and Draco wrinkles his nose. "I'm not biting."
"Hey," he murmurs, shifting closer and slipping a hand inside the white shirt that Draco favours for early morning wandering-about-the-house time.
"Hey yourself," Draco says, sounding amused. "Do you know that your kitchen cupboard doesn't think much to the tinsel you've stuck to it?"
Harry pauses in his exploration of Draco's warm chest and snorts. The drama of the previous day and night suddenly seems very far away, and he luxuriates in the distance. "Yeah. That's why I did it."
"Draco, not that I want to discourage your sense of the dramatic, but it's just two women, not the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. It's going to be fine."
#22 – You have persuasive powers that I suspect you are unaware of. I'd say 'use them wisely' but really, we both know that you won't. Hopefully.
Alright, Romilda, he says silently, here we go.
"You're going to do something, aren't you?" Draco says, and it's not a question.
"Why is it when you say that, I actually hear: 'you're going to do something ridiculous and impulsive'?" Harry mutters as they near the open front door.
String #2, he thinks instead. Stealth string.
"Sneaky bastard," he mumbles affectionately, slipping his fingers through Draco's hair.
"That is no more than a rumour," Draco mutters, stretching and wrapping himself tighter around Harry.
"Sixth year, then?" he can't help asking after a moment, too satisfied to suppress either the smirk or the delight in his voice.
Draco stiffens and then relaxes. Sighs, and then threads a hand through Harry's hair. "I still thought you were a complete prat," he insists.
"But you thought I was interesting."
"I hated you. But I wanted to fuck you into the floor."
"It's not my fault that she's so easy to spoil," he had defended when Harry had pointed this out. "I'm her father, I'm supposed to spoil her rotten. I was spoiled myself, you know."
"Were you?" Harry had exclaimed, green eyes wide with mock amazement. "I could never tell in school, really."
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‘I love you, you know that,’ Draco said softly.
‘Yeah, I know. That’s the only reason you wake up some mornings.’
‘What?’ Draco pulled back and stared at Harry.
‘Kidding, Draco, I’m kidding. I wouldn’t kill you in your sleep.’
‘Good,’ Draco said.
‘I’d wake you up so I could see your expression,’ Harry continued.
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