"Heaven Won't Take Us Back'" for Nurarihyon no Mago, "Scandalous (Say the Birds on the Rooftops)" for Harry Potter and "Like Someone Else Instead" for Naruto!
Heaven Won’t Take Us Back
The fire crackled, the wood shifting at bits of it crumbled to white ash and black coal. They stared at the fire, quiet, somber, and more than a little scared.
Because this wasn’t what they set out to do when they were going to investigate a haunting. It was supposed to be fun, a trip to look for a yokai and spend some time with each other. The usual. Nothing more dangerous than anything they had done in the past. It was supposed to be safe.
But they weren’t safe. Not when they had woken up in a land where electicity didn’t seem to exist. Not when the people they spoke to, all wearing old, worn traditional clothes, with not a t-shirt or skirt in sight, didn’t understand them when they spoke. Like they were speaking vastly different dialects. Like an modern Englishman suddenly speaking only in Shakespeare .
Not when “Tokyo” didn’t exist.
“What are we going to do?” Kana asked, wide brown eyes glancing up at Kiyotsugu before turning her gaze to Rikuo and Yura. To Torii, Maki, and Shima.
“I don’t know,” Rikuo admitted, looking grim.
After all, what do you do when you’re a group of teenagers stuck 400 years in the past?
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Or: The Kiyo Cross Squad runs into trouble with a yokai none of them have seen before, and end up 400 years in the past. Cue Nurarihyon, Yohime, and child!Rihan trying to figure out who the hell these strange people are, and why one of them feel so familiar.
This would take place at some point before they figure out Rikuo’s a yokai, if only to bring in some added tension.
Scandalous (Say the Birds on the Rooftops)
Harry wasn’t quite sure why everyone found it so strange. It was just a language wasn’t it?
(”The stars, Pomona! He says he speaks to stars!”
“Stars? How utterly ridiculous. Stars don’t speak!”)
Or, Languages, he supposed. The plural was important. After all, if he could only speak to one thing, that was terribly sad. Then again, most humans seemed to be like that.
”Don’t worry, Child,” Hedwig told him. “Some humans are simply stupid.”
Harry rather thought he agreed.
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Or: Harry is able to speak with just about anything. Birds, rocks, plants, stars, even people! He grows up listening to stories about just about anything from just about everything.
This one’s based off an idea I had as a child, that everything has a voice if only you know how to listen. Harry knows how to listen. Somehow. Maybe the killing curse did something to him? :P
Like Someone Else Instead
His name was Naruto. Sometimes.
Sometimes it was Nagi. Sometimes it was Hinami. Sometimes it was Aiko. Or Kaito. Or Goro or Emi. Hana, Hideki, Kaoru, Juro, Itsuki, Kaede, Izayoi, Midori.
On and on and on and on and–
Sometimes he was blonde. Sometimes he was brunet. Sometimes he was male, sometimes not. Sometimes he had dark brown skin. Sometimes his skin was pale. He had blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes, red eyes, and more.
And he was Naruto. Sometimes.
(Sometimes he wasn’t anyone at all)
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Or: Naruto’s Sexy no Justu malfunctions while he’s creating it, and gives him the ability to shape shift into just about anything. Or anyone. He promptly capitalizes on this, and… looses himself, for lack of a better word, somewhere along the way.
Because I’ve been craving a good shape shifting fic and this title gave me the perfect excuse to get some of it out of me.
Oh my gosh, I can’t believe I didn’t reblog and react to this yet! It’s so awesome!
Timetravel fics are the best! And the combi of Nurarihyon, Yohime, Rihan and the Squad makes me squeal! :D
The HP idea is so original and beautiful! And as to what you said about the killing curse- It kinda reminded me of the whispers of the Veil in book five!
Shapeshifting is so cool and I love this idea! Especially this: ‘’ (Sometimes he wasn’t anyone at all) ‘’ Identity issues with shape-shifters sounds so fascinating! The sense of self must be very different.
I adore it all!