My Stories:

COMPLETED

Dear Diary: This is a retelling, but hopefully a decent one. It is excerpts from the diary of Christine (who is a good deal more cynical than she's generally made out to be) interlaced with events from the story. It doesn't end with the end of the book, either. You could almost say that just the beginning. It took me a year, a month, and seven days, but it's all finished now. Hurray for that! It was my first story so it feels good and sad to finish it, I think.

Stockholm Syndrome: I think I'm walking the border line of creepy and... something else... with this one. It's my attempt at a modern day story, only this one is from Erik's point of view. WARNING: This fic has some rather love-it-or-hate-it reviews. A lot of people enjoyed it, but the ones who didn't like it REALLY didn't like it. That said... if you're finding Erik completely unforgivable, drop me a note and I'll give you some hints or spoilers so you can decide if you want to jump ship or continue reading. I'd much prefer that than for you to read all the way through to the end and then curse me six ways to Sunday. You'd probably prefer it, too, since nobody likes to waste time reading something that they don't like.

Just Don't Ask: Just some silliness. A tongue-in-cheek alternate ending to the ALW verson. ONESHOT

Erik Saves the Day: More silliness. ONESHOT

Daddy's Girl: Erik has a daughter. As he comforts her after a bad dream, he reflects on his life. ONESHOT

Chatterbox: Another fluffy 'Erik has a daughter' vignette. ONESHOT

I Am My Father's Son: This time, Erik has a son. When the boy gets into a fight at the park, he turns to Erik for help. ONESHOT

Erik's Little Dividends: Vignettes about Erik's family. Erik has Christine... but now he has to learn how to share his life with their twin sons. And he's not happy about it.

Der Erlkönig: This is a story based off of the poem by Goethe (or you may recognize it as the song by Schubert). In case you are unfamiliar with it, I have posted the English translation below--

Who rides, so late, through night and wind?
It is the father with his child.
He holds the boy in the crook of his arm
He holds him safe, he keeps him warm.

"My son, why do you hide your face so anxiously?"
"Father, do you not see the Erlking?
The Erlking with crown and cloak?"
"My son, it's a wisp of fog."

"You lovely child, come, go with me!
Many a beautiful game I'll play with you;
Some colorful flowers are on the shore,
My mother has many golden robes."

"My father, my father, can't you hear,
What the Erlking quietly promised me?"
"Be calm, stay calm, my child;
The wind rustles through dry leaves."

"Do you want to come with me, fine lad?
My daughters should be waiting for you;
My daughters lead the nightly dances
And will rock and dance and sing you to sleep."

"My father, my father, can't you see there,
The Erlking's daughters in the gloomy place?"
"My son, my son, I see it well:
The old willows seem so gray."

"I love you, your beautiful form entices me;
And if you're not willing, I shall use force."
"My father, my father, he's grabbing me now!
The Erlking has wounded me!"

The father shudders; he rides swiftly,
He holds in his arms the moaning child.
Barely he arrives at the yard in urgency;
In his arms, the child was dead.

IN PROGRESS

Relative Insanity: The listed summary is a quote by Ray Bradbury. This is a primarily AU fic, though it is Kay-compliant in the very beginning. Just imagine the possibilities if Erik's mother never went through her "Aha" moment where she decided to be a better mother only to find that Erik had run away. Perhaps they'd gone through with Dr. Barye's suggestion that they put Erik in an institution. NOTE: I AM going to juggle with the timeline a little bit to decrease the thirty year age gap between Erik and Christine as well.

The Goblin Monk: A Phantom of the Opera and Hunchback of Notre Dame crossover fic. This story is a little dark and is based solely on the books. No Disney musicals here, friends! It’s (obviously) on hiatus for the time being, because I believe I bit off more than I could chew with it… but someday I’d like to get back to it.