#who else has written like. 3000 fics for one pairing?

[mayonaka-sunshine]

i was told that i was mentioned in a ao3 page of poly ship statistics so i checked it out and

YEAH. YEAH THAT SURE IS ME

damn. blake you are known in so many places

[chaos-is-beautifvl]

𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 (𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨) 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲…

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: steve harrington x fem!reader, possible eddie munson x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you have a secret. that secret has been shared with only two people - your diary and your best friend, just not the one it’s about. but what happens when your secret isn’t so secret anymore?

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠: wheeler!reader, angst, so much drama, special appearance: eddie, we do not like carol or tommy in this fic, possibly unrequited love (sorry y’all)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3k (4343)

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌: requested by anon a few months back. the request originally asked for byers!reader but i saw nancy and thought they asked for wheeler!reader. i had written 3000 words exactly, and the thought of changing it gave me serious writer’s block. nevertheless, here it is. very plot heavy bc i wanted to show reader and steve’s relationship. enjoy!

p.s. check out my writing here and my other steve story: dancing’s not a crime here

Being a Wheeler is a heck of a job. 

As the second oldest of four children, you don’t know whether to consider yourself the middle child or the outcast. You’ll go with the latter. After all, much to your mother’s chagrin, those are the types of people you spend most of your time with.

The only exception is the one and only Steve Harrington. It’s a miracle the two of you even became friends. But all thanks to your chemistry teacher, who thought the two of you would be a perfect pair, or at least, she only paired you two together because Steve was goofing around, and you were adamant about working alone.

Either way, since then, you and Steve have become best buds. Such an unlikely pair turned heads and brought about glares and eye rolls. But, being who you are and given that your best friend is Eddie Munson, the looks and whispers don’t phase you.

Your life is going well. Your grades are improving - you only get the occasional B, which is great because now your mom is off your case. You’re closer to your little brother, which is a feat because he and his friends are rowdy. And you have two incredible best friends who annoy the crap out of you. Other than that, you have no issues.

Actually, you do have an issue. Your issue is currently climbing through your bedroom window.

You lazily watch as Steve clambers into your room. His movements are clumsy and all over the place. If your record player played a quieter track, he’d give himself away.

Once he rights himself, he gives you a wide grin, and you make a point to blink at him, a silent communication of ‘what the hell’?

Steve heads over to your vanity, one that has papers and books haphazardly scattered across it. He bends down to check out his hair, shaping it together as if the tons of Farrah Fawcett hairspray he uses isn’t damn near gluing the strands together.

“Hello to you too, Harrington. What a joy it is to see you tonight.” Your tone is about as dry as burnt toast, prompting Steve to look at your unamused expression through the mirror.

“You’re pissed…” The way he tests the words indicates that he isn’t sure why you’re looking at him the way you are. You huff, nodding in response.

“Why are you even here?”

“Uh…” Steve finally turns away from the mirror to properly look at you. While you seem pissed off, he’s known you long enough to know it’s something else. “What, can’t see my favorite girl?”

“No, Steve, you can’t because you’re always here for Nancy!”

His mouth falls open at your words, making you regret airing your grievances. That’s until he smiles all lopsided-like, and your heart betrays you by beating a little faster than it should.

“You jealous or something?”

Your eye twitches, and you sigh as you fall back on your bed. “You’re awful, you know?” You hear a laugh, and your heart pitter-patters again, betraying you. “And I’m not ‘jealous or something’.” You make your voice octaves deeper to mimic him. “I’m just annoyed.”

The bed dips when Steve joins you. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m sorry.” You don’t look convinced, and he nudges you. “I’m serious. I might be dating your sister, but you’re still my favorite Wheeler.”

“Whatever. I still don’t believe you. But go before Nancy has a fit.”

“Fine, fine. Rush me, why don’t you?” He hovers by your door, listening to ensure the coast is clear. Before he heads out, he winks at you, giving one of his signature charming grins. “See you later, Wheeler.”

You can’t stop a grin of your own from emerging as you raise a hand as if you’re going to wave. Instead, you flip the bird, “Get out, Harrington.”

Once he leaves, you grab a pillow, burying your face inside to scream. Of all people, why do you have a crush on him? That’s a question answered when you pull out your diary, writing down the feelings you’ll never confess.

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Though Steve hadn’t said he’d spend more time with you, he did make an effort. He even went as far as joining you and your friends instead of his own for lunch.

You’re having a conversation with Steve when someone calls him over. Annoyance tugs at you, but before Steve goes, he makes a point to salute you. The simple gesture makes you smile like a schoolgirl, and Eddie quickly calls you out.

“This is sickening to watch.” The brunet pretends to vomit, covering his eyes like a distressed maiden.

Your smile quickly wipes away as you roll your eyes, tossing a grape at Eddie, who somehow manages to catch it in his mouth - the lucky bastard.

“Don’t get mad at me because you’re in love with-” Before he can finish his sentence, you slap your hands over his mouth, shushing. 

“-Be quiet!”

Eddie peels your hands off him, rolling his lips to prevent his laughter from escaping. “I wasn’t going to say you know who’s name. No need to attack me.”

“Yet, for some reason, I don’t believe you.”

Eddie starts chuckling at your tone, and you swat at him, laughter bubbling in your chest. “Stop laughing, you ass.”

From afar, Steve watches the two of you laugh. He’s trying to figure out why his chest feels tight when Carol waves her hand to get his attention.

He directs his gaze to the ginger, who smacks her gum loudly. “What is up with you and those Wheelers? First, you’re friends with one. And now, you’re dating one.”

Tommy chimes in, “Yeah, man. Still can’t believe your friends with that freak.”

Steve isn’t able to defend himself when Carol interrupts. “Tommy’s right, Steve. Nancy was already a stretch, but that freak-” She smacks her gum again, nodding her head over to you. “-she’s a basketcase.”

Now, Steve is used to his friends and their judgmental ways. And, though he has a long way to go, he can acknowledge that he’s changed from the ignorant guy who picked on anyone who wasn’t cool enough. Part of - no - a good majority of that change is thanks to one person - you. So, hearing his assholes of friends calling you a freak and making it seem like being around you is hell on Earth riles him up all the wrong ways.

“Shut the hell up.” Steve scoffs, crossing his arms. He looks over at you, and you’re gesticulating as you recount a story to your friends. Steve’s reminded of how amazing you are as they smile and laugh.

“You assholes don’t even know the first thing about her. She’s the best damn person I’ve ever met, and she’s leagues better than both of you without feeling the need to tear down everybody else that breathes.”

Steve turns back to Tommy and Carol, his harsh glare rivaling their shocked expressions. All Carol can do is slowly chew her gum, looking around as if waiting for someone to snap Steve back to his old self.

“You know what? I don’t have time for this. You can plan the goddamn party on your own.” With that, Steve walks away before he says something extreme and heads back to your table.

“I don’t know about you, Tommy,” Carol blows a bubble with her gum, “But I really don’t like her.”

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You’re by your locker, sifting through your notebooks and chatting with Eddie, when Steve joins you. Being as keen as you are, the odd look Steve gives Eddie doesn’t go unnoticed. You have half a mind to comment, but Steve speaks before you can.

“You’re coming to the party, right?” Steve asks as he leans against the lockers next to yours.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. There’s a party every day, it seems. You shut your locker before turning to Steve. “How about no?”

“Aw, c’mon, it’ll be a total drag without you there, you know?” Steve lays the charm on thick as he sports a heart-clenching grin. But you’ve learned not to act on those lovey-dovey feelings to protect your sanity.

“If it’ll be such a drag, how about you don’t go…?” Eddie offers, reminding you of how awesome a friend he is. He’s always there to pull you out of situations you don’t want to find yourself. And going to a party with Steve, and undoubtedly his horrendous friends, is not your cup of tea.

“Funny, Munson. Don’t think I was talking to your ass.” Steve’s counter catches you and Eddie off guard, and you throw a ‘what the hell’ look at Steve. You know that Steve is still Steve and has some unsatisfactory traits lingering. But him being unnecessarily rude to Eddie is something you’re not okay with.

“Okay, look…” Steve sighs, which has you raising an eyebrow, awaiting his response. “That was messed up, sorry, dude. I was going to ask if you both wanted to come.” 

Eddie brushes it off with a wave, “Don’t sweat it, man. I get it. But we’ll have to get back to you on this one. Y’know, parties aren’t really our scene.”

You agree with Eddie’s statement with a nod. Steve, however, has difficulty not rolling his eyes at Eddie’s use of we. What, did he not think you could answer on your own? And why the hell is he always getting in his way? But most important, why does it piss Steve off so much?

While Steve ponders, he misses the call of his friends. He only reacts when he sees Eddie stumble towards you. He whips his head around to see Tommy and Carol snickering.

“Watch where you’re going, you damn freak,” Tommy sneers, and some jerks in the back laugh along.

Your books fall out of your arms as you prevent Eddie from becoming too familiar with the ground. “You good, Eds?” He nods, allowing you to help him back on steady footing.

You glare at Tommy, who laughs like a fucking hyena. You’re about to rip him a new one when Steve steps in, much to your and everyone else’s surprise.

“Jesus, Tommy… You have to be such a dick all the time?” Steve pointedly asks as he bends down on one knee to pick up your fallen books. It’s a simple act - a fine gentleman courteous enough to help a distressed maiden. But, you don’t know, something about how Steve gathers your things, handing them to you with that oh-so-apologetic expression, makes that simple act not so simple. 

A singular strand of hair loses its hold and flutters down to frame his face, and, like an idiot, all you can form is, “Thanks…” You hear Eddie snort quietly beside you, and as you take your books from Steve’s outreached hands, you make sure to jab the brunet in the side with your elbow.

“Always with the fucking Wheelers…” Carol sighs, popping a bubble of her gum. Like birds migrating, their small group of goons disperses in pursuit of more havoc. You’re grateful for two reasons. 1. They’ll leave you and Eddie alone. 2. Most importantly, you’re sure it’s plain as day how flustered Steve’s actions made you.

You’re about to give Carol and Tommy a piece of your mind when the bell rings for a second time. You curse, haphazardly shoving your books into your backpack.

One more tardy, and Mrs. Nelson might make do on her promise to slap you and Eddie in Saturday detention. That was just something neither of you could afford. You grab Eddie’s hand, and in your haste, you miss the disgruntled look on Steve’s face.

You two run down the hall, and just as you reach the corner, you turn around and lift your hand to wave bye to Steve. “See you never, Harrington!”

The corner of his mouth upturns when your wave turns into flipping the bird. “Oh, and fuck you, Tommy and Carol!”

The two scoff behind Steve, who only smiles, shaking his head. “Gotta love those Wheelers.”

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It’s Friday night, also the day of the party. Now, you’ve made all reservations to stay at home in the comfort and safety of your room. You’re all set to do just that until Steve comes to pick up Nancy. Ever since your mom caught him sneaking through your bedroom window to see your sister, he’s made more effort to appear at the front door. For good reason - Karen Wheeler might be head of PTA and bakes cookies, but she’s one woman you don’t want to be on the wrong side of.

You’re rifling through the pantry when Holly runs to you. She tugs at your pants legs until you turn around to see her with a piece of paper. You eye it warily until she aggressively thrusts her hand out, pointing to the front door before running off.

The crumbled piece of paper reads: “PARTY? Yes or yes?”

You snicker, pocketing the note as you gather your snacks and head for the stairs. On your way, you spot Nancy gracefully gliding down and almost envy her because you always trip over a step. 

Nancy stops you before you can ascend. “Oh, are you staying home again?” The ‘again’ is an ongoing joke with your family since you’re affectionately dubbed a hermit.

“She’s not,” Steve answers as he joins the two of you, and your eye twitches a bit when he swings an arm around her shoulders. “She’s coming to the party.”

Your face furrows as you pretend to think. “Hmm, you know, I don’t think I ever agreed to that. By the way, Harrington, you didn’t give me an option for no way in hell.”

Steve groans, “C’monnn, it’ll be a blast.” You almost let the thought of him being cute as he pouts linger in your mind but instead push it away.

You yawn tiredly, tucking your snacks under one arm as you cover your mouth. Blinking slowly, you squint before sighing in acquiescence. “This isn’t a yes, but I’ll consider it.”

You can see that Steve is fighting the urge to persuade you more, and the way he settles for a cool nod makes you bite back a grin. You wave goodbye to him and Nancy as you trek back to your bedroom.

You’ve nearly reached the top when Steve calls your name from the open front door. You turn around to see a cheeky grin. “Don’t forget Munson’s invited, too. See you there.”

You find it hilarious how sure he is that you’ll show up. There is absolutely no chance in hell you would go to the party. No chance at all-

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The music from the party sends vibrations throughout Eddie’s van, and you’re suddenly regretting coming. You turn to Eddie with an unsure look and almost laugh at his mirrored expression.

“Twenty minutes tops.” Eddie frowns as a couple runs in front of the van, cackling as they head for a cluster of trees further back. It’s so obvious what they’re up to.

“Ten.” You can’t fathom spending more time here, and you haven’t even made it inside yet.

Eddie nods in agreement, moving to get out before he stops to turn to you. He pokes you with a finger to get your attention. “Hey, you feeling okay?”

You furrow your brows, sighing. “I don’t know. Something feels off…”

“Maybe it’s the fact that we’re here… at this party… which, can I just add, is totally not our scene?” Eddie suggests, making you frown slightly.

“I don’t know. Today has been a bit weird. I was looking for something earlier and couldn’t find it, and then I had to see Steve and Nancy being, well, a couple. And, get this, I stumbled down the stairs when you came to pick me up.” You sigh again. “Maybe this was a bad idea…” you mumble, looking out the window to see someone vomiting on the lawn. Your nose crinkles, and you quickly avert your gaze to Eddie before you get sick, too.

“Well, how about this?” Eddie grins, trying to prompt one of your own. “We show face, talk to that guy - the unnamed one you have a major hard-on for. Then we make our grand escape, and guess what?” You look at him amused and respond with a hum. “We head back to my place and spend the rest of the night watching awesome movies and listening to super cool music. Sound good?”

You hate that Eddie knows you so well. With an affectionate eye roll, you breathe in and out. “Sounds good. Let’s go, Munster.”

The party is in full swing inside. It seemed the outside partying was just a warmup for what you two would face. Some acquaintances greet you and Eddie, sending waves and raising their drinks. It’s almost comical because it makes you feel like you’re one of the “cool” kids.

Somehow, you and Eddie find yourselves in the thicket; the music’s bass rumbles through you, and you see far too much bumping and grinding for your liking. You look around for the only reason you attended this shit show and come up short. However, you see Carol, who has an annoyingly cocky grin as she passes you, whispering something to Tommy, who snickers. 

You’re about to comment on it to Eddie when someone calls your name. You look around until you see Steve heading towards you.

“Heyyy, you made it!” His enthusiasm brings about a simpering grin of your own. Steve pulls you in for a hug, throwing his arm around your shoulder, and you have to tell your heart to stop doing somersaults.

“Yeah, I did.” You smile up at him and almost laugh at his dopey expression. You’re not sure why he’s looking like that, but you attribute it to drinking. After all, is Steve Harrington really at a party if he doesn’t down an entire keg in seconds?

“You look really pretty, you know?” His words make you swallow harshly, knowing that his drunk words are kryptonite to your sober, hopeless, lovesick little heart. 

You can feel the heat emanating from your cheeks, and you’re sure that if he continues staring at you with that look you can’t quite name in his eyes, you’ll be a walking heat advisory. You gently jab at his shoulder, dismissing him with a wave of your hands and a roll of your eyes. “Sure, sure. Let the alcohol talk.”

“It’s not the-” Steve doesn’t finish his sentence when Nancy joins your little party, nuzzling up to him. The sight makes your heart clench in a not-so-pleasant way, and you smile briefly to show good camaraderie, but deep down, you hate yourself for feeling this way.

Nancy greets Eddie, and you silently curse yourself for forgetting he was there. Knowing that he witnessed the entire interaction, you chuckle, sure he’ll find some way to tease you about it later.

You spend the next few minutes talking with Steve and Nancy, who soon enough become engrossed with each other. The whispers and drunken laughter they share make your eye twitch, which catches Eddie’s attention.

“You know, it’s getting pretty late, so I think we’re going to head out,” Eddie says, forcing a convincing yawn. 

“Nooo,” Steve groans, unwrapping his arm from Nancy to place his hand on your shoulder. “You can’t go just yet. Stay. Please.” His bottom lip juts out just a bit as he pouts, begging you to stay with those big brown eyes, and a tiny part of you screams just how kissable he looks.

Instead of succumbing to that deep-down desire, you smile, tilting your head to look at him. “Sorry, Harrington. It appears you’ve exceeded your time limit.” You pat his hand, squeezing it gently before removing it. You swear you can feel his fingers curl around your palm, but he steps back in defeat before you can discern.

“It was fun talking with you guys, though. Who knows, maybe we’ll come to another par-”

You begin stepping away from him when a screech makes you and everyone else stop in their place. You turn to the source to find Tommy and Carol - of course, it’s them - standing atop a table with a microphone. 

You have half a mind to leave, but for some reason, you feel compelled to stay.

“Hi, everyone! Hope you’re all having a fantastic time!” Carol starts, her words slurred and voice oh so annoying. Cheers erupt from the crowd, but she’s quick to quieten them with a hand in the air. “I have a little special announcement for one of our esteemed guests…” 

She pauses dramatically, a mischievous look on her face. You’re not the only one who notices. Eddie leans down to whisper, “I think we should go.” You agree, feeling uneasy, but just when you turn to go, you hear your name.

Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on you, Steve and Nancy included. You stare at Carol warily, wondering where she’s going with this.

“You see, little miss weirdo over there has a big fat crush on her best friend. But Steve is too busy fucking little miss perfect to give her the time of day.” Muttering and snickers and gasps of surprise sound around you as your heartbeat quickens. Tommy pulls your diary from his jacket, flipping it open to an earmarked page.

“‘Dear diary… I can’t believe I have a crush on Steve Harrington! I hate him and his perfect hair and charming smile and-’” Tommy pauses his reading to smirk. “Here’s the best part.” He pitches his voice annoyingly high, “‘I think I might just be in love with him, but of course, he has to be dating my sister, of all people.’”

If the humiliation doesn’t break you, seeing Steve and Nancy’s expressions as you slowly turn to them does. Nancy looks betrayed, and there’s a hint of anger in her eyes. You don’t blame her; you felt the same when you discovered she was dating Steve. Speaking of which, he looks confused; his brows pinch together, and his mouth is agape. 

You open your mouth, but no words come out. What can you say? You don’t know. But you know that standing there while everyone looks at you isn’t helping you. Before you can register it, you’re running out of the house, pushing past everything in your way.

You don’t hear or see Steve marching right up to the table. “You’re real pricks, you know that?” He asks, snatching your diary from Tommy’s hands, sending him stumbling and falling off the table on his butt. Laughter erupts when Tommy falls. “Fucking assholes,” Steve sneers as he heads outside to look for you.

Eddie unlocks the van, and you’re about to hop in, ready to ditch this shit show, when someone grabs your wrist. You turn around to find Steve. He offers your diary to you. The thought of snatching it away crosses your mind before you remind yourself that although Steve begged to come along to the party, this whole shitshow wasn’t his fault.

So, instead, you gingerly take it from him, tucking it tight under your arm as if someone might come to steal it again. Then it’s tense - despite the cool night air sprinkling goosebumps along your exposed skin, the air feels unbearably thick, and you find yourself harshly swallowing the lump in your throat. 

Steve is the one to break the silence. 

“You never told me.” Those four words made you scoff bitterly, not at him but at the entire situation. 

“You never asked,” is your retort. 

Steve casts his gaze down to the ground, nodding solemnly. It’s another few seconds before he opens his mouth again. “I always thought it was Munson.” His confession shocks you. Is that why he’d always been so cross with Eddie?

“Well, now you know.” It’s unbearable standing here, trying to talk through this shitty situation. With a breath, you say, “I should go, Steve. No point in me hanging around.”

Steve falters, reaching an arm out to stop you from moving. “You can’t just walk away. We should talk-”

“Talk about what, Steve?” You pull your arm away from his grasp, fully turning to face him. “About how awful of a person I am. About how I fell in love with my best friend, and he chose my sister?” As you speak, frustrated tears fill your eyes, and Steve feels his heart break a little more. “Did you ever…” You breathe deeply, steeling yourself. “Did you… have you ever felt anything for me…?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes like a fish, and had this been a different situation, you might have poked fun at him for looking like such a goofball. He finds it hard to meet your eyes, and though he never says a word, you already have your answer.

You scrunch your nose, blinking away the tears. You’ve already humiliated yourself enough tonight, and you won’t be adding crying to the list.

It’s then that you can hear music booming from inside the house - the rest of the partygoers continuing without a care, like some girl’s life didn’t just get flipped upside down and all around. You spot Nancy lingering near the entrance. She has this unreadable expression, but she’s not as angry as before. She looks sad, and that makes you feel even worse.

You tear your gaze away before looking at Steve, tears threatening to fall, and with a bittersweet smile, you say, “Tell Nancy I’m sorry for me, please. Goodbye, Steve.”

With those parting words, you quickly hop in Eddie’s van, and he knows to drive away without you even saying anything. You look out the rearview mirror to see Steve standing there, watching you leave.

Later that night, when you’re donning some of Eddie’s clothes, and he’s attempting to cheer you up, you pull out your diary one last time and write:

Dear (not so) secret diary,

Life is shit

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[consistentsquash]

10 Crossdressing Harry Potter Fanfic Recs

10 Fic Recs for Crossdressing

Happy Friday!

Selection Criteria

Crossdressing is the character's choice. Not because they are forced into it, asked by somebody else or because they are trying to spice things up in a relationship.

Light short reads. Three fics are intense. I marked them!

Intro friendly. No mpreg, A/B/O, noncon, dubcon, forced feminization, slavery, humiliation. But there's a lot of fics on AO3 for those if you wanted to go looking!

Some fics are 100% about crossdressing. Some fics also have other plot parts.

AO3 Collection for the list

 The Fire Escape, Severus/Harry, by rinsbane (2006)

the universe is a procession, with measured and beautiful motion, Severus/Remus, by bussaiko (2006)

What Heaven We're In, Severus/Remus by schemingreader (2008)

Refraction, Severus/Draco by femmequixotic (2008)

Identity, Scorpius/Albus Severus by Ischa (2011)

Underneath His Skirt, Lucius/Pansy by orphan_account (2013)

Bespoke, Millicent/Ginny, Wilhemina/Minerva by kelly_chambliss (2014)

Standing on the Shoreline, Severus/Harry by tofsla (2014)

Omphale, Voldemort/Harry, by eldritcher (2017)

Queer Like Us, Severus/Harry by suitesamba (2020)

The Fire Escape

by rinsbane (2006)

Pairing - Severus/Harry

Length - 7000 words

Genre - introspection, pining, smut, romance, happy ending, intense read

I love this fic. It just has that right balance of eerie and feel good. There's something eerie about Severus watching the club from his fire escape. Like life's left him behind. Maybe he's left life behind? There's a lot going on here. A lot of surreal vivid imagery.

That night, he sits on the fire escape and watches the other side of the street again. The sun has gone behind the buildings, but the metal stairs are still warm, browned with paint and the sun’s tan.

Harry is clumsy with his crossdressing at the beginning. He gets experienced quickly and becomes really comfortable. Like most of the fics here we don't get to see why he is crossdressing. It's his choice. We are left to guess.

Post war. Really beautiful and layered writing. Not a word out of place! Pretty laid back and easy going compared to many of the author's fics. But amazingly vivid! Some of the imagery has stuck with me for years! Happy ending!

 the universe is a procession, with measured and beautiful motion

by bussaiko (2006)

Pairing - Severus/Remus

Length - 2500 words

Genre - smut, happy ending, light read

Severus is living as a Muggle. He wears little black dresses with a ton of confidence. Remus is attracted by his confidence. Sweet and hot shortfic with a happy ending.

 What Heaven We're In

by schemingreader (2008)

Pairing - Severus/Remus

Length - 10000 words

Genre - pining, misunderstandings, smut, romance, happy ending, light read

Completely unsurprised to see a fic from schemingreader on this list! Their fics are well-written and kinky in the best possible ways. The character voices are great. Emotions sneak in at the right times! This fic has a Remus in Florida living on a boat. He got out of Britain after the war. He meets Snape who is working as a consultant for a Muggle environmental job. He meets Snape at a bar when Snape's wearing a dress.

I am a complete sucker for Snape surviving miraculously and living his best life.

Remus kicked the sand. It wasn't bad enough to be a gay werewolf. He had to fall for a cross-dressing former Death Eater. He hoped that if Snape planned to kill him, he would at least kiss him one more time.

 Refraction

by femmequixotic (2008)

Pairing - Severus/Draco

Length - 3000 words

Genre - established relationship, happy ending, light read

Short and sweet fic. Draco is vain. Of course he is vain. He wears dresses, thinks about mirrors and gives Severus a really good time.

 Identity

by Ischa (2011)

Pairing - Albus Severus/Scorpius

Length - 3500 words.

Genre - misunderstandings, love, happy ending, light read

Scorpius wears Narcissa's dresses. He's totally confident about it. Albus Severus is with him. But he's not comfortable with Scorpius crossdressing. It takes a chat with Harry for Albus Severus to finally accept Scorpius as he is. I really liked Harry in this fic.

Scorpius throws his head back when he laughs, when he's amused. He is now. “Oh, Potter, you're in so much trouble,” he says, he reaches out and cups Albus' jaw gently, before he squeezes until it nearly hurts, but that's okay too. Scorpius is made up of more edges and sharp things than Albus will ever be able to count.

Rec note - Scorpius crossdresses in only Narcissa's dresses. It's such an interesting detail. Most of the fics on the list don't really explain why the MC is crossdressing. This makes me really invested as a reader and keeps me guessing after reading the fic.

 Underneath His Skirt

by orphan_account (2013)

Pairing - Lucius/Pansy. Not really a pairing though. It's gen and Lucius centric.

Length - 5000 words

Genre - introspection, happy ending, smut, light read.

This fic can be YMMV. Personally I really liked Lucius here. He tries on Pansy's school uniform. Pansy finds out. But she's supportive. She teaches Lucius how to enjoy the experience. She's in a relationship with Draco. So what happens between Lucius and Pansy can be squicky for many readers. I am including the fic because I honestly think it's unique and interesting.

“I don't know why men seem to fixate on the idea of schoolgirls,” she said softly. “They think that we are all these innocent flowers, unaware that we are ripe for plucking. But we are aware, Mister Malfoy,” she whispered, her voice a low, seductive purr that made him dizzy. “We know the power that we hold.”

 Bespoke

by kelly_chambliss (2014)

Pairing - Minerva/Wilhemina, Millicent/Ginny

Length - 6000 words

Genre - Self-discovery, friendship, mentors, genderqueer

A really beautiful fic. Millicent goes to a bar called Dyketopia in Amsterdam. Wilhemina runs into her there. Will knows a baby butch when she sees one. She mentors Millicent and helps her get comfortable. Will buys Millie her first men's style clothes and asks her to pay it forward.

"Not sure what that even means, to tell you the truth -- to 'feel like a man' or 'feel like a woman.' I just feel like myself, a person who likes men, gets along with 'em, understands 'em, likes to wear their comfy clothes. And I also feel like a person who likes women, gets along with 'em, feels comfortable with 'em. . .and wants to sleep with 'em. But it can unsettle other people, if you're not obviously one sex or the other."

Rec note - Women crossdressing is a fuzzy concept now. But like anything femslash and female centric, kelly_chambliss has a great take on this. We need more fics like this! But we don't really get them a lot in our fandom. Maybe it's just my reading bias.

 Standing on the Shoreline

by tofsla (2014)

Pairing - Severus/Harry

Length - 20000 words

Genre - introspection, mental health, angst, smut, romance, happy ending, intense read

Reason for selection - A deeply poignant and introspective fic. Snape in Spinner's End after the war. He wears dresses sometimes.

The fic strikes a good balance between his introspection and learning to accept who he is. The characterization for him is incredible and vivid. He is avoiding magic after the war. He's a bit of an unreliable narrator. But it's not because of lack of self-awareness. More because he backs off from thinking about things. A lot of beautiful introspective parts about his parents.

Harry is really sweet and perceptive here. But this is really a Severus centric fic. It digs deep into his character. Absolutely brilliant work.

If you love James Baldwin and Giovanni's Room, this is the fic for you. I actually read the book after reading this fic and really liked it.

If Severus spends unusually large amounts of time in other people's worlds during those in-between days there is at least no-one to comment on it, to try and worm reasons out of him. If he tries to keep his head full of spite or spends time picking at the logic of fictional systems of desire it is his own damn business.

Rec note - A pretty intense Snape characterization and strong emotional connect. So definitely don't expect it to be an easy read. Probably the most introspective fic on this list. This is one of the rare shipping fics where the shipping takes a complete backseat to the characterization. There are so many ways this fic could have messed up. I can only imagine how hard it was to write it!

 Omphale

by eldritcher (2017)

Genre - mental health, angst, smut, mystery, happy ending, intense read

Pairing - Voldemort/Harry

Length - 25000 words

Reason for selection - In a completely weird and brilliant combination, this fic blends Fantasy, Greek Mythology and Science Fiction. The magical realism is just beautiful. The vibe is Pan's Labryinth meets Interstellar. Lots of magic and whimsy with crossdressing.

A depressed and alcoholic Harry is under house arrest at Grimmauld Place with just Walburga's portrait for company. He starts wearing Walburga's clothes. Time is broken because of Voldemort. They need a hero to fix Time. Harry is that hero in a dress.

The antique mirror that was set in the wall across him showed a pale, young man, cheeks flushed with wine, bearded and long-haired, untouched by sunlight. Gleaming skin against the soft blue and gold of the bodice marred only by the brownness of a lone nipple. This was Harry. He found himself oddly contented by the sight.

Layered and packed with emotional connect. Harry is trapped in Grimmauld Place like Sirius. Voldemort is trapped by Amorentia like his father. It's got a switchback style, cycling between intense parts and laid back parts. Tightly controlled writing. Angst and sacrifice with a hopeful ending. It finally got me to read Silmarillion.

Rec note - This is one of my all time favorite Harry characterizations. The imagery of him is so vivid. I loved him confidently saving the world with his physics theories wearing Walburga's clothes. Honestly this fic should not work on any level. But it's absolutely weird and amazing.

 Queer Like Us

by suitesamba (2020)

Pairing - Severus/Harry

Length - 25000

Genre - Friends to lovers, self-discovery, happy ending, light read

Severus wears dresses sometimes. When he feels like it. The fic is set in London. Severus and Harry both have work going on in the Muggle side and the Wizarding side. They meet through Luna. I especially loved Severus and Harry building their friendship, the queer nightclub scene in London they are both part of. Severus is totally at peace with himself. But I felt the writing choices make sense in the context of the fic.

Rec note - It's got the healthiest relationship in this list! They are both in a really good headspace when they are getting into the relationship. Fanfiction isn't the place to get a relationship education. But if you really wanted to do that, this fic meets the bar :) A great fic to end our list with!

 other rec lists

21 slash recs from 21 years (2001 to 2021)

A-Z recs for unforgettable, delicious, intense reads

Grindeldore recs

10 slash recs for 10 Albus pairings.

10 fic recs with Trans characters

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My fics in 2020

I am proud of this year. I worked hard until the end. 2020 was my year of finishing my stories. I have done so much and next year I want to do more. So keep an eye out Jester will take over.

Fandom(s): BTS, mentions of NCT, BLACKPINK, MONSTA X.

Networks:@btscreatorscorner @castlebangtan

Total Fics: 34

Total chapters: 404

Total Words: 565,587 Total vids and fake subs: 13 

Best and Worst Title?

Best: ‘Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire’ and its sequel ‘Dance is the celebration of the flame’

Worst: The Check Up

Best and Worst first line?

Best: Yoongi never understood why people would say one's blood is important. (Mania)

Worst: It all started in Mykonos. (Steal my sunshine)

Best and Worst ending line?

Best: “I got you this pretty dress” Seokjin grinned showing you the dress before hugging you and giving your forehead a kiss, “Let’s go burn it” (Me & the ghost in number 23)

Worst: But all you got was a sharp-toothed smile. (Pandemonium)

Looking back, did you write more fics than you thought you would this year, less than, or about what was expected?

I think I wrote what I expected, but I think I could have definitely finished more. Which is a bit upsetting.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted last year? 

I don’t have limitations to my writing so nothing is deemed unpredictable.

I am however generally surprised by my love of throwing in twists and also gore, I love gore.

What’s your favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest.

Wild space: it is strange because I am not particularly a fan of space and scifi, but I am really into writing world building things and having the ability to create a whole planet was amazing.

Most popular story? 

Tumblr:

Seoulmates

Femme

Quarantine

AO3: 

Quarantine

BTS365

Love Listening

Story most underappreciated by the universe? 

Tiny Tan: Limited Edition

Story that could have been better? 

All

Sexiest story?

 Love Listening

Saddest story? 

 Me & the ghost in number 23

Fluffiest story? 

Mall Santa

Most fun story? 

BTS Among Us 

Hardest story to write? 

Kisaeng

Daylight (i'm still writing it haha)

Easiest/most fun story to write? 

Light it up

What story took the longest?

365 lol took all year

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? 

The biggest risk I took all year was posting my work. Living life on the edge.

What are your fic writing goals for next year? 

To double my writing

Fics that you wrote in 2020:

BTS365: 365 mini stories ✓ fluff, comedy, angst, romance, mature, action, adventure, smut. This has it all. Find your birthday and read your story. I wanted to give something unique to people.

Quarantine: 100 Chapters ✓ Something to accompany you while you are alone during quarantine and the pandemic. I was lonely and I figured so was everyone else. So, I decided to have BTS help us all go on an adventure that didn’t focus on the covid virus but on some other aspects around it.

Femme: 50 Chapters ✓ A futuristic world where women are rare. This was an indulgement fic that gave circumstances for the reader to be in a polyamorous relationship with the boys and live a glamorous life. Ending was a bit rushed.

Seoulmates: 29 (ongoing) Each member of BTS has a unique soulmate bond. I love the idea of this, another indulgent fic but you aren’t alone with the boys you have friends and you can play different parts.

Witching: 11 Chapter ✓ When your brother goes missing trying to find them gets you in a turf war between two covens. This fic was actually a way for me to vent for a project I wanted to complete but the project is so big that I wrote this instead.

Herb: 2 Parts ✓ mature, smut. Jimin claims he has everything you need, he doesn’t disappoint. I came across this idea within the 365’s and extended it because I liked the idea so much. Jimin has everything from casseroles to scarfes, cat food to cell phone chargers and the reader just wants to be loved and relieve stress.

Limited Edition: 10 Chapters ✓ BTS boys are sold as limited edition figurines. This was originally me venting about not having any merch and then became a daydream that what if the merch came alive. And the story was born.

BTS Among Us: 7 Chapters ✓ gore, action, adventure, scifi, angst, death of main characters. This one was so funny for me, I had my friend pick a colour and that was the imposter from the start. I was amazed that no one figured it out in the end. I want to play again soon.

Light it up: 13 Chapters ✓ fluff, comedy, angst, romance, mature, action, adventure. This was inspired by the dynamite trailer, I loved it so much that I began writing, I had no clear direction but as I wrote it started to shape and someone said it was like stranger things and I credited Stranger things cause it did indeed have a similar premise and I don’t want to pretend I came up with something that has already been done.

Love listening: 2 Parts ✓ SMUT, comedy, fluff, angst, romance, mature. This was inspired by a strange video that came up on the internet, I was searching for BTS misheard lyrics and the video I clicked had some funny ones but after that the next suggested video was bts moans and auto play was on and well this fic was born.

Me & the ghost in Number 23: 11 ✓ fluff, comedy, scifi, supernatural, romance, angst, mature, smut, death of main character. This was inspired by many of the ghost text au’s I had read but many of them were like the show oh my ghost where the main ghost character isn’t actually dead just in a coma and I thought the opposite way instead of them waking up, I wanted things to shape the other way. This one was so difficult to write and I cried a lot due to the loneliness Jimin was facing and the mourning from Yoongi.

Hope in the sheets: 4 chapters (so far) fluff, comedy, smut, adventure, slice of life, romance, angst, mature, growing up. This one is a fic that targets my childish desires. I have grown up so much and this fic is a visual representation of that. 

Asks: 77 (ongoing) where the bts boys answer the readers questions and concerns.

Reactions: 15 (ongoing) 

Prompts: 18 (ongoing)

One shots:

Kisaeng: This was a reverse fic project, the idea that instead of Mulan pretending to be a man and going off to war, it was BTS dressing as women to stay home from war. I loved writing about fictional history. 

Steal my Sunshine: This was a summer project. I wanted to write something that felt like a very bad spy movie, like Mellissa Mccarthy and Mr Bean-esque. I formed this one and it made me laugh the whole time writing it.

Blue Side: This was talking to myself about being sad and admitting that I could be sad but I should learn to split the happy and sad into two worlds and limit my time in them both, it was about equal balance and finding the good in the sad and the sad in the good. I don’t know how hard to explain.

Temptation: I had fun writing but it is pure SMUT. not even good SMUT.

Pandemonium: This was really fun. The premise is dark and the ending is left ambiguous, in the original, Namjoon kills the reader but I left it open so you can imagine them continuing their relationship or not.

Mall santa: A fluffy christmas piece. A secret santa I wrote that I felt needed to be soft and quirky and have just all the hallmark moments.

Mad: This one is finished, but I have it published privately at the moment waiting to unveil it as it is well SMUTTY. I don’t know what it is about Taehyung but he is always so dark and I guess that's what people find appealing. I had this idea from a 365prompt and well I had to write it.

One wish: This was a birthday fic that I wrote for a friend. I wanted people to read it on their birthdays or imagine their birthdays and themselves in this position if they made the same wish.

The Check Up: I wrote for this for a friend going through a personal procedure, they were nervous so I took their bias and made something I hoped they could think about while in the procedure and I even explained the steps and what might happen over the next few days hoping the whole thing wouldn’t seem as scary because technically her mind had already been through it when reading the story.

Sparks of the heart: Robots developing human feeling. It was a cute universe and Yoongi’s story will be a series within 2021.

Dance machine 3000

Digital Art

Electronic Tonic

Circuit chef

Random Access Memory

Kookies Trojans and Malware

Feel Better: Another fic written for a author who was sick, I wanted them to endulge in some escapism whilst they were sick.

Music is the spark that sets my soul on fire & Dance is the celebration of the flame: These two were requests that I loved dearly.

Horror movies: Cheesy damsel in distress meets boys will be boys.

I will wait (somesay): This song wouldn’t get out of my head so I had to write it.

Wild Space: When I wanted to write a hybrid AU but I already have a hybrid AU being edited. So hybrid werewolves meets space.

The Bomb: This one is compete and ready to post I had to talk myself out of writing this as a series but I love the story line. I love the end.

Lost Boys: This has been stuck in my head since i had a dream about it and I finally wrote it into the new year. I hope you like it.

Mania: Not my favourite work, love ABO universe I just haven’t got an actually story line so it is on hold.

Incaceration: The story that never was, I really need to get around to this one.

Tagging: @moccahobi I know you wanted to tag me... but I am finished so I am tagging you.

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Follower Celebration Fic: Chasing Pavements (4/23)

TITLE: Chasing Pavements RATING: (eventual) M PAIRINGS: Kurt/Blaine WORDS: 3000 SUMMARY:  When Blaine Anderson moved to New York, he thought all his dreams would come true. However, living in the city is much harder than he thinks. Feeling lonely and sad - especially since his brother’s wedding is quickly approaching, he gets drunk one evening and declares on social media that he’s engaged himself. Now he has to find himself a fake fiance or admit to everyone that he made it all up.

It’s fake dating guys…  

A/N:  A Follower Celebration fic - written for my lovely followers since I hit a major milestone. You guys picked the plot, so I wrote the story. Hope you enjoy!! :)  Thanks to @snarkyhag​, always, for beta’ing my shenanigans.

I’m going to try to post this on Sundays (but I promise nothing)  

You guys get this one early because it’s my birthday!! :D 

***

Chapter 4: The Break Down

3 years earlier…

“I think we should see other people,” Blaine says.  He does not want to say it.  He has no desire to hurt him -- especially after everything that’s transpired between them -- but he does not feel the same way anymore.  Not after what happened. 

“No, please,” Dave responds, tears welling in his eyes.  “We can do this.  I can do this.” 

“You can’t,” Blaine says softly.  “You’ve already proved you can’t.  You’re not ready to be out of the closet, and I can’t stay in it with you anymore.” 

“But I love you,” Dave says.  He reaches out to cup Blaine’s face but Blaine backs away.  

His face is still deeply bruised and swollen from where those jerks had hit him.  His entire body still aches.  He had spent three days in the hospital after those guys had jumped him for daring to take another guy to a dance.  Another guy who had not even been his boyfriend.  Because his actual boyfriend had been too scared.  And Blaine had been left to fend for himself.  

“We’re just kids,” Blaine argues.  “No one finds the person they’re meant to be with at fifteen.”

“You were my first,” Dave says, growing angry through the tears.  “That means something.” 

There is a pang in Blaine’s heart.  “Mine, too.  And it will always mean something.  But Dave…” He is not sure what to say, the tears streaming down his own cheek.  “I’m transferring.  To Dalton Academy.  Immediately.” 

“No, you can’t…” 

“This is goodbye,” Blaine turns to leave the basement where he and Dave made all of their memories. “I hope someday you can be okay with yourself.” Dave doesn’t try to go after him, just sits down on the floor and begins to ball.  Blaine barely makes it outside before he breaks down himself.  

***

6 Months Earlier…

“Blainey!” Sebastian throws an easy arm around him as they walk out to the school parking lot.  Blaine tries to shrug it off as he searches for his keys.  He is not in the mood.  “What? You can’t still be mad at me.” 

“Well, I am,” Blaine says, through gritted teeth.  

“Seriously?  You know you’re cute when you get huffy like this.” 

Blaine stops suddenly in his tracks.  “I walked in on you having sex with another man.  You cheated on me and you think I’m just supposed to be okay with that?” He is glad that they are alone, as he i’s nearly yelling at Sebastian.  

Sebastian is unfazed.  “I was under the impression we had an open relationship.” 

Blaine’s frustration only grows.  “No, that’s what you wanted.  I said we had to be exclusive for anything to happen.” 

“Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were getting into,” Sebastian says, rolling his eyes.  His casualness towards the conversation is infuriating.  

Blaine crosses his arms over his chest.  “You said you loved me.” 

“And I did!” Sebastian throws his arms in the air.  “And then we slept together…” 

“Multiple times.” 

Sebastian grins.   “And it was great, and then I fell in love with someone else.” 

Blaine rolls his eyes, hard.  “That’s not what love is, Sebastian.”  

“Look, I get that you’re naive enough to believe in that sappy romance stuff, but let’s be real, that’s not who we are,” Sebastian counters.  “We’re meant to enjoy everything we can get.  Not be tied down by one person.” 

“Gross.” 

“So, what do you say,” Sebastian places his arm around Blaine’s shoulders again.  “It’s almost graduation - how about one last fuck to remember each other by.”  

“Why don’t you go fuck yourself,” Blaine says, hurrying to get in his car before Sebastian can say anymore.

***

Present Day…

They are on the train, headed to this hang out that Tina’s new ‘friend’ knows.  It is a hangout for musical theater kids.  Blaine has never heard of it but Tina’s friend is meeting them there, and Tina hasn’t stopped talking about it all day, so it can’t be all bad.   Besides, the day has gone pretty well disregarding the disaster that had been the morning.  Anything to get his mind off the stupid stunt he had pulled last night.  

However, as they ride, he scrolls through his messages, and finds two that get under his skin a little more than most.  

The first is from Dave.  Hey Blaine! I know it’s been a little while, but saw your update and wanted to send my congrats.  Funny timing, I was thinking about asking Craig to marry me this winter.  If you’re back in town, drop me a line.  Maybe the four of us can have dinner? 

The second is from Sebastian.  Seriously getting yourself hitched?? I’ll be in New York for a while.  Call me for a threesome.

Blaine is not sure which one he thinks is worse. 

[Continued on Ao3]

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Master fic list. (Mystrade)

Continuing with my efforts to update my master fic list by pairings, I now present you with the mystrade-focused ones!

Dutifulness

Mystrade, complete, 11000 words.

Summary: As the clan’s Heir, Mycroft is expected to choose an appropriate Mate.

But the one he would willingly choose is far from appropriate.

Some personal notes: this one belongs in series with “Long shot”. I always intended to include some Mystrade there, but it didn’t quite work out and well… I finally got around writing this companion piece that stands well on its own.

Additional notes: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, class differences (somewhat), pining, light angst.

Fated meetings

Mystrade, complete, 11800 words.

Summary: After a one-night stand, Mycroft can’t get his mind of Greg Lestrade. It takes him a while to admit to himself there might be more than sex into it.

Some personal notes: this is actually inspired on a song called “una y otra vez”. My original plan was to write a fanfic in spanish, because I’ve been meaning to since forever but well… it didn’t turn out as I expected.

Additional notes: one night stands, so much pining, technically alternate meeting, technically pre-canon, Sherlock being a good brother (and playing matchmaker)

Changing winds 

Mystrade, complete, 50900 words.

Summary: Greg’s life has taken a few unexpected turns.

One day he’s a regular prostitute, next day he’s the Prince’s newest toy, next day he has fallen in love and the next day he’s trying to prevent a murder and stop a war.

Unexpected indeed.

Some personal notes: I can’t think of a better way to describe the plot, so the summary is the actual summary on AO3 :P I had been wanting to write a prostitution AU for a while and the idea came to me one morning so… well. I enjoyed writing this quite a lot.

Additional notes: alternate universe- royalty, alternate universe-prostitution, angst, pining, self doubt, political conspiracies, slowish burn, power imbalance.

Man, I can't believe Dumbledore died!

Mystrade, complete, 800 words.

Summary: A very short soulmate AU in which the first words you’ll ever hear from your soulmate are written on your arm.

Some personal notes: based on a tumblr prompt I liked entirely too much. It was a lot of fun to work on!

Additional notes: soulmate AU, silly, humor.

Christmas Miracles (of sorts) 

Mystrade, complete, 2300 words

Summary: A short christmas-y tale in which Mycroft is just trying to get breakfast (and later coffee) but ends up getting much more.

Some personal notes: My collaboration for the Mystrade Christmas Calendar. It’s short and fluffy and with an open ending :P

Additional notes: different first meeting, fluff, cuteness.

More Christmas Miracles. 

 Mystrade, complete, 3300 words

Summary: Another christmas-y tale, except much angstier. A chance encounter leads ex lovers Mycroft and Greg to a new beginning.

Some personal notes: Another collaboration for the Mystrade Christmas Calendar, except I went back to my angsty ways ;)

Additional notes: post break up, a little angst, a little pining, getting back together.

Unimportant

Mystrade, complete, 3000 words

Summary: If virginity is a social construct with no real value, it really doesn't matter who Mycroft loses it to.

And if he just happens to do it with the most handsome boy at school, even if he doesn't really like him like that, then that's fine too, right?

Some personal notes: It’s a bit of a cliche, but I really enjoyed working on this short tale.

Additional notes: alternate universe- high school, loss of virginity (but not smutty), misunderstandings, pining, angst with a happy ending.

Rewrite the stars

Mystrade, complete, 7900 words

Summary: Greg’s a circus ring leader. Mycroft takes his little brother to the circus.

Some personal notes: I’m obsessed with this song and the movie “The greatest showman”. The song was just begging for a fic based on it :P

Additional notes: alternate universe- circus, class differences, pining, angst with a happy ending.

Don’t say something stupid (like: "I love you") 

Mystrade, complete, 2300 words

Summary: Greg and Mycroft have been on a “friends with benefits” relationship for a while (sort of). And then Valentine’s Day rolls around.

Some personal notes: My contribution for the Mystrade Valentine. Just a little angst and pining, but with a happy ending.

Additional notes: post S4 (technically), misunderstandings, matchmaker!Sherlock.

Quarter after one

Mystrade, complete, 4000 words

Summary: A bit of Mycroft’s introspection in the aftermath of season 4

Some personal notes: An excuse to write a bit of angst, introspection, self doubt, emotional issues. Also, I’ll never be over that damn scene of TFP with the Holmes parents, so there’s that too :P

Additional notes: post S4 (technically), angst, self doubt, insecurity, unhealthy coping mechanism, the Holmes parents are bad parents and that’s final.

Devil’s bargain

Mystrade, complete, 39900 words

Summary: A called off marriage, an unplanned pregnancy, a marriage of convenience and a bit of political scheming- no one ever said the course of true love runs smooth.

Some personal notes: I like this idea entirely too much. Sadly, I started this a shortly before starting my new job and that has robbed me of writing time…

Additional notes: alternate universe- royalty, ABO dynamics, mpreg, pining, angst, fake character death, marriage of convenience (sort of), some dubious con, political scheming, misunderstandings (of sorts)

Belonging

Mystrade, complete, 32400 words

Summary: Mycroft has spent his whole life at research facilities. Being half werewolf/half human, he never expects to have a better life.

And then he gets rescued.

Some personal notes: The themes on this are a little on the dark side, but just as the beginning. It gets better eventually, I swear.

Additional notes: alternate universe- werewolves, ABO dynamics, pining, angst, unethical experimentation,  misunderstandings

Scandal 

Mystrade, complete, 13800 words

Summary: To avoid scandal, Mycroft’s parents must marry him off after finding out he’s pregnant. The easiest solution would be to marry him off to the child’s father, but Mycroft refuses to say who it is.

Some personal notes: I love unplanned pregnancies. Add a dash of forbidden love and voila! :P

Additional notes: alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mpreg, a bit of angst, a lot of pining, misunderstandings (why won’t they talk to each other?!)

Maybe in Rome

Mystrade, complete, 4600 words

Summary: Mycroft and Greg haven’t seen each other in a long time. But when people are meant to be… they’ll be.

Some personal notes: I’m a huge sap that firmly believes some people are just meant to be, nevermind time or distance. Hence this fic, which is also inspired on a song by the same title (in spanish)

Additional notes: a tiny bit of pining, a tiny bit of angst, fluff, happy ending.

Til death do us part 

 Mystrade, complete, 16100 words

Summary: Things haven’t been going well at the Holmes-Lestrade’s household when an accident makes Mycroft forget the last year. Can this be their chance to find their way back to each other?

Some personal notes: this is vaguely inspired on the movie “The Vow”, except that not really. It’s angsty and full of pining (even if they’re married) and I loved working on it. I like angsty tales, as long as love triumphs at the end :P

Additional notes: angst, pining, lack of communication, lies, implied infidelity (of sorts, depends on your definition of it), dubious morality, dubious consent (due the amnesia, although nothing really happens), happy ending.

Summer

Mystrade, complete, 3000 words.

Summary: On their would-have-been anniversary, Greg shows up at Mycroft’s doorstep.

Some personal notes: this was inspired on the song by the same title (in spanish). I love the song and I honestly thought it’d turn angstier but well… it’s more hopeful than anything, I think.

Additional notes: a little angst, pining, regrets, happy ending.

Secrets 

 Mystrade, complete, 8700 words.

Summary: After 5 years apart, Greg comes back to London, only to find his ex lover has married and has a child, except not everything is what it seems.

Some personal notes: betrayal that’s not really a betrayal. What else can I say?

Additional notes: marriage of convenience, angst, pining, alternate universe- pirates, Greg had good reasons for leaving, but still.

I promise I won’t fall in love

Mystrade, WIP

Summary: After his parents’ passing, Mycroft must marry in order to keep his brother’s custody. Somehow, finding a spouse isn’t the difficult part.

Some personal notes: who doesn’t love a fake marriage fic? I was inspired after reading the title of a movie (the title is a loose translation) and well… here it is.

Additional notes: fake/pretend relationship, angst, pining, teen!Sherlock, everyone knows they’re in love but them.

Love and war

Mystrade, complete, 1400 words.

Summary: Mycroft renounced to his love when he became King, but as a new war draws near, he finds he needs the man he loves at his side once more.

Some personal notes: just an idea that come to me after reading an scene on a book. I just thought it terribly haunting and I thought that adding a bit of forbidden love into it would make it all more heartbreaking.

Additional notes: forbidden love, angst, pining, open ending.

Someday 

 Mystrade, complete, 900 words.

Summary: And Inside Out! AU.

Some personal notes: very short, but I really liked the idea and so I figured I’d share ;)

Additional notes: a little angst, but hopeful.

Boy, has this list gotten long! :D Hope you’ll enjoy them!

And if you can, maybe Buy Me a Coffe

My other lists are here: rare pairs, johnlock, johnlock & mystrade

[praisekinkchenanon]

Up In Flames Ch.3

@kpopfanfictrash​​

I know it’s been a while. Truth be told I’ve had this written since the end of August. I just got in a bit of a funk and just couldn’t bring myself to edit it, to be honest. 

Regardless, Shanna here is the last installment of the fic I was writing for your birthday. It’s a little late but hopefully, you still love it.

@igot7bangtanbaes None of you know how much I owe her. She skyped me and we edited this thing and made it so much better. Thank you love, you made it all possible and bearable when I was losing faith in my writing.

Pairing: OC X Baekhyun, OC X Jongin Genre: Angst (Implied Sex, Kinda sex? NSFW) Word Count: 3000 ish

Credit as always to the amazing @baebae-goodnight for the Moodboard.

You sit quietly across from Junmyeon at your kitchen table, letting silence fill the space. You feel the need to break it with something, but you don’t know where to start.

“Junmyeon,” you start trying to find the words.

“I mean I knew you both were fucking,” he interrupts. “But it’s beyond just fucking for Baekhyun now. Y/N, I don’t know what’s going on, but Baekhyun and Jongin,” Junmyeon pauses looking for the words.“They’re acting weird, weirder than usual, and I’m worried.”

“Junmyeon, I really don’t know where or when or even how the thing with Jongin started, but with Baekhyun,” you take a deep breath before continuing. “Baekhyun I’ll take responsibility for,” dropping your head onto your folded arms. “I know I shouldn’t, but I can’t stop myself when I see him. Jongin, he just. Argh.” Extending your arms out you let your face smash against the table with a thud.

“Jongin’s crush goes back to when we were in our third year of undergrad,” Suho says while sipping his tea.

“Undergrad. I didn’t even know him then.” You look up at him confused.

“You met him at our house party at the beginning of the year. I’m not surprised you don’t remember them. You were pretty drunk that night.”

You groan. “Are you talking the night I got blackout drunk and allegedly gave the freshmen juice boxes?”

“Yes, that one. I don’t know what it was, but since then he’s had a crush on you. So, when you went home with Baekhyun that night, Jongin showed up at my place heartbroken. Now I think he is just pulling a last ditch effort for your attention.”

“So what are you saying, Junmyeon? That it’s my fault that I didn’t notice some undergrads feelings?”

“No, no, the only thing that is your fault is that you keep sleeping with an undergrad in the class you are a TA for. Other than that I think you deserved to know where Jongin was coming from. You and Baek started as a hookup, and then he fell in love, but for Jongin it goes ways back.”

“Junmyeon, what do I do?” you whine.

“Don’t date undergrads for one, but I think it’s too late for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You obviously like Baekhyun. How you feel about Jongin, I’m not sure, but he did text me that you two were going on a date.”

“That  was-”

“And we both know Baekhyun asked you out also, so I think you have some stuff to think about,” Junmyeon lectures before standing up, finishing his drink and grabbing his bag then heading towards your apartment door.

“Whatever you do, Y/N, remember they are both my friends. I know they have a lot of maturing to do, but they are good people. Idiots, but good people. Try not to hurt either of them too much.” Then he was gone.

You sat there for a long time thinking about everything. You didn’t know exactly what to feel. You wanted to be honest with yourself, and that meant admitting you had feelings for Baekhyun just like Junmyeon said, but with him, things were complicated. You were his TA, and that one fact made everything complicated. Part of you wondered if what you liked about him was the danger involved with him.

Then there was Jongin. He was definitely attractive, and things were a lot less complicated compared to Baekhyun. The only problem is he always seemed to come on too strong. Almost too pushy, but was that because he felt like he was losing his last chance at his crush?

You didn’t want to deal with this. You just wanted to get your Folklore Masters and get on with your life plan. If things went well as a TA, you’d be in line to get the 3-year internship to work at the university under Professor James. That is if Junmyeon doesn’t apply, but you still had a chance. It wasn’t just Professor James’ decision; it was a whole panel. Either way, it would only make things more complicated if they found out about Baekhyun. As much as he says he doesn’t need this class, you know that because of the Anthropology degree he was working towards, you’d undoubtedly have to interact with him somehow. With Jongin being a dance major, there was no connection academically.

Everything was just so complicated. The guy you like was very much off limits if you wanted any future in the anthropology world, but if you wanted to follow your heart, it leads to Baekhyun in this moment.

“In this moment,” you thought again. It’s only a moment, whereas this Masters degree was the rest of your career.

Then there was Jongin: uncomplicated, nice, maybe too aggressive, but he seems to honestly like you. Maybe you needed to give him a chance. Maybe you would like him more than Baekhyun. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

There was always the option to say no to either boy, though, if you were being honest, you didn’t want to be single anymore. Neither of them were bad looking, and you felt an attraction to both of them.

*Ping*

You are startled out of your thoughts by your cell phone.

Jongin: Can we meet right now? I didn’t want to just barge in on you but I just want to see you. Please, I know it’s selfish, but I just ran into Baekhyun, and I want to know if it’s true.

You stare at his text slightly confused, if what was true? You don’t want to go outside, but do you really want him here?

Y/N: What’s true?

Jongin: That Baekhyun asked you out and you said yes. Please, tell me I’m not too late.

Y/N:  It’s not true. Me saying yes that is.

You text back and then add your address. You’ll know after this what to do.

“In this moment,” you whisper to yourself again.

It’s not long before you hear a knock at the door, and when you open it, you are shocked by the engulfing hug Jongin has you in. He sounded out of breath.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers as he holds you. “I’m just so relieved I didn’t miss my chance.”

You can hear the heartbreak in his voice; you wonder if it’s this that makes you embrace him back.

“You didn’t miss your chance,” you whisper back. You wondered if you are making the right choice, or if you were simply running away from Baekhyun. You can feel him pull away from you, and you think he’s going to kiss you. Only he stops himself. You realize this might be who Jongin really is and everything else is only a front. It’s endearing really, and you chuckle softly.  

“You can kiss me, Jongin,” you say while looking up at him. It’s all he needed to slowly join his and your lips together. It’s a slow burning kiss, different from the ones you’ve shared with Baekhyun in the past. You break the kiss, and it leaves you both panting.

“We should close the door,” you say as you bite your lip in concern.

You know where this is leading, and all you can think about is the photo he sent you this morning. Jongin seemed to understand your meaning as he slowly shut the door.

“Are you trying to Seduce me, Mrs. Robinson?” he quotes while flashing you a nervous smile.

“I am, Jongin. Now are we going to fuck, or are we going to stand here with all this sexual tension?”

This time when he kisses you, it’s more aggressive, and he devours your whole essence. You lead him back to your room as you both discard clothes along the way.

If you think the photo is impressive, in real life it is even more so. Everything about Jongin is hot, even the way he puts on a condom. He didn’t fill you the way Baekhyun did, but you didn’t hate it. He didn’t make you cum as easily as Baekhyun did, but even that he can learn with time right?

You find yourself comparing him to Baekhyun for most of the night. It’s only when you can concentrate on the way his voice cracks a little right before he cums, or the way he’s calling your name like a prayer that you can forget Baekhyun. You watch his face contort in bliss as he calls you name one last time before cumming, and that seems to kick-start your own climax.

Even as he slumps over you at the end is beautiful, and how he rolls to the side but refuses to pull out just yet. “I’ve waited far too long for a chance like this, I just want to be inside you a little longer,” he pants before kissing you.

It’s all different, and you are fine with it. He’s not Baekhyun, and part of you is saddened by that, but you reassure yourself that this is for the best. As the kiss breaks and Jongin get up to dispose of his condom, you get up to clean yourself up.

You have a million chances to meet someone like Baekhyun but you only have this one moment, this one chance at your dream. So you sneak your phone into the bathroom with you, deciding to send one last text to Baekhyun.

Y/N: Baekhyun, I’m too much of a coward to tell you this in person. Whatever we had, it’s over. I don’t want to go on a date with you. I don’t want to risk my career for something I don’t think has a future. It’s now or never for my career, and I can’t risk it for you. So, let’s end this before we can’t turn back. I’m sorry, just let me go.   Staring at it for a moment, you let a tear slip past your eyelashes. “It’s the right thing,” Then you press send.

You leave your phone in the bathroom and return to the man who is in your bed, watching him perk up as you return.

“You’ve never looked more beautiful,” he says as he stands to hold you. “Can I kiss you again?”

“I think that would be fine Jongin,” you laugh. In the distance you hear the *Ping* *Ping* *Ping* of your phone, but you ignore it. Pushing Jongin towards the bed, you both fall to the mattress laughing, drowning out the sound.

You’ve made your bed, you decide. Now it’s time to lie in it.

-4 and a half years later-

You hadn’t been here since you graduated, and now everything feels so fresh, so different. Is it you or is it this place? You’d been upset when Junmyeon succeeded in getting the internship over you; now that his term is over, it is time for a new intern, and you couldn’t thank him enough for giving you the heads up that they would still allow you to apply.

“I’m serious, Professor James wants you to apply. I know you aren’t happy working at the college, and with your experience, he’d be more than happy to take you on. Trust me, the whole panel will be. I know many of them fought for you over me.”

When Junmyeon had told you this 6 months ago over lunch you wanted to laugh in his face, but now that you are really walking through the halls to check in with the secretary, you realize it is finally happening. You’re back, and not only that, you are finally happy with how your life is going.

You and Jongin have been together ever since that night all those years ago. He is wonderful, and you really did love him. He is still pursuing his dream of being a professional dancer; even if at the moment he is just a teacher. Though he is slowly gaining recognition for his dancing abilities; thank god for the Youtube generation. Things are going so well, and you can’t believe after all this time you still feel like you’ve made the right decision, with your career and to date him.

In the beginning, it was hard, and you did feel your heart ache for Baekhyun, but as the years passed and the moments with Jongin multiplied, you felt stronger in your choice. Now whenever you see something that reminds you of Baekhyun, you don’t feel as sad. A little numb but not as sad.

When Jongin asked you to marry him 4 months ago, you might have faltered for a second, but saying yes was the right choice. Junmyeon was happy for you two, though he seemed to act weird about the whole thing. As if he knew that deep down your heart wasn’t all Jongin’s. Even the cryptic comment had you wondering what he really thought. What did he mean when he said, “Well, you being engaged will make things even more interesting at work”?

What does that have to do with anything? You are excited that you get to see Junmyeon more since he decided to get his Ph.D. here, but he’ll still be doing some work for Professor James.

Rounding the corner, you see the secretary's desk. You noticed that it is empty. “Weird,” you think as you approach. You check the time on your watch, 5 til 8. You are on time. When you arrive at the desk, you look around for someone. You were told to meet the secretary here at 8:00 to go over a couple more forms, and then you would sit in on the professor’s class before having a proper meeting with him.

A door opens and then closes from behind the desk, attracting your attention. Suddenly, you feel like you’ve been punched in the stomach. How is it that Baekhyun is standing before you, behind the secretary's desk, casually sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Miss Y/L/N. Excuse me, Y/N. We are colleagues now, after all.” Baekhyun smirks, walking around the desk and coming far too close to you. “I’ve waited so long to see your face again.”

You haven't seen him since he dropped out of school and transferred somewhere else. You knew he and Junmyeon kept in contact. You would occasionally ask how he was doing and, last you heard he’d finished his degree in anthropology. That was the last time you allowed yourself to ask about him. You just wanted to know you hadn’t ruined his education. So, when you try to speak now, the shock is too much that all you can manage is to gawk.

“I know you must be wondering why I’m here. We can thank Junmyeon for helping me. He kinda owed me after helping to convince you not to date me. I was mad for a while, but he was right. I would have hated myself more if I ruined your career by being a student. ” Now he was enveloping you with his whole body, and you realize you haven't been this close to each other since that day in the lecture room. “But now, now I’ve graduated, we're no longer in a position where I’m a student, and you, you are no longer my TA. There is nothing holding us back.”

It was like he is smiling into your soul, he is breathing in time with you. Your mind blanks for the longest time before you speak.

“I’m engaged to Jongin,” you finally blurt out, trying to step away from the dangerous situation. “We’re engaged, and I’m going to marry him.” You’ve pressed your body against the wall, thankful for the space between you and Baekhyun. It feels like you can finally breathe again since he walked into the room, and your life, again. You watch as he sits on the corner of the desk, and it makes your heart flutter for a second. He looks beautiful in his outfit. Who knew a simple black on black outfit could look that good on him. Blinking, you try to clear your head. You need to distract your thought process. You are headed down a dangerous path, but luckily Baekhyun breaks it for you with his voice.

“Junmyeon told me, but I don’t care. I don’t care if you marry him, marry a hundred men. In the end, I know you’ll come back to me.”

“Yeah, what makes you so sure?” you stammer a little but try and sound confident in your words.

“You wouldn’t be pressing yourself up against a wall if I didn’t still hold a space in your heart.” Then he pushes himself off the desk, and his long legs bring him swiftly to your side. “It doesn’t matter who gets between us. I will do everything in my power to pull you down to me or go up in flames trying.” Then he kisses you, and you can’t stop it. You don’t want to for a moment, but it had been so long since you tasted his lips, and you missed them. Soon reality hits you, and you remember your fiancé.

Your sweet Jongin, someone you have spent nearly 5 years with, someone you loved. It’s this thought that has you pushing Baekhyun away. Panting, you stare at him, wishing you could tell him you didn’t love him. Instead, you just look at him, confliction in your eyes. It is all the opening he needs to close the distance between you two again. This time he pins your hands above your head.

“Burn with me, Y/N,” he whispers before kissing you again.

You are fucked.

Ch.1 , Ch.2

[evajellion]

Part 4, where things get really dumb

Hey, wanna see a team-up and rivalry that makes zero sense as I continue this riff?

Because you’re going to get one.

A/N: You guys want it? You got it. The Samus and Luigi and Dante and Nariko chapter. Enjoy.

That means this was someone’s fan suggestion, which I checked the reviews to confirm.

Richie didn’t plan all of this ahead of time that means, which is… kind of a bad decision, unless you really, really know what you’re doing. Richie of course, does not. He could have benefitted from planning all of the rivalries, and how each scenario would play out so they aren’t ridiculous and one-sided.

Luigi was exploring Haunted Mansions where he hear some footsteps behind him. Taking out his Poltergust 3000, he turns to the footsteps nervously.

Bolding the hilarious typo, I should be on the look out for these more often.

I know it’s a simple mistake and I do it to, but that’s why I ask for friends to help me in case my proofreading doesn’t catch everything.

Then Zero Suit Samus came around the corner. Luigi panicked and ducked under a piano. Samus approached him.

"Luigi! It's me, Samus!" She said banging on the piano top.

Luigi crawled out of the piano. "Oh… it's you, Samus. Why are you here?"

"I came here to find you. There been some recent activity going on. It seem that the Hands are back, being controlled by an unknown being" Samus said.

"What?! W-W-W-Why do you need my help?" Luigi asked.

"Because Mario is with Link at the moment and there been some merge with the other world too, now come along" Samus snarled as she dragged Luigi out.

"But what if the ghosts begin rampaging about?" Luigi cried.

"Then you can stop them later" Samus said. And they set off towards their destination.

Alright, now while the intro is creative, I still gotta ask, why this partnership?

Especially when the rivals they face have nothing in common. Also, Samus is a little too snippy here for my liking. I can understand not having the highest patience, but she should try to understand Luigi’s uncertainty about the situation.

Granted, I dunno much about Metroid to begin with, so eh.

"Oh wow. Some of those fighters-a are pretty scary" Luigi said scared as he and Samus walked by another.

"Courage, Luigi. It won't be far now. We're very close soon" Samus said.

"Soon? Soon it would be already too late" said a voice behind them. They turned to see Dante behind them pointing his twin pistols at Luigi.

"AAARRGGH! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Luigi pleaded.

OOC Counter: 11

Calm the fuck down Luigi, this is really out there for him. He would probably more likely just hide behind Samus.

Samus ran up to help him but Nariko blocked her path with her sword.

"You two should not be here. Leave now or face the power of my sword" said Nariko.

"OK. I choose… face the power of your sword" Samus said as she took out her whip-gun and clanged against Nariko's sword. Luigi ran away from Dante as Nariko joins Dante's side and Luigi joins Samus.

"Your friend here is a coward little girl" Dante smirked as he take out his rebellion sword "You two should forfeit when you have the chance."

"Don't count us out just yet. Luigi! Stop being afraid. Give them everything we got!" Samus ordered.

Luigi swallowed what most of his courage left and takes out his Poltergust 3000. "Alright, Samus. I'm ready."

Why are Nariko and Dont-- excuse me, Dante, antagonizing them? Dante is a jerk, but Nariko has no reason to. She would question them first on what they are doing there, then tell them that they should walk away from the situation at hand.

OOC Counter: 12

Generic scene where Master Hand begs for help, nothing new other than repetitive wording. Yawn.

Arriving back outside the mansion, Luigi turned to Samus.

"Tell-a me, Samus. Did Mario sent you to try to teach me how to be-a brave?" Luigi asked.

"He did. About time you noticed" Samus said "He wanted you to be more courageous to teach King Boo a lesson. Also, from our journey, you helped us save the universe."

"You're-a welcome" Luigi said as he prepared to head towards the mansion. "Thanks to you, I'm more prepared for any ghost, Boos or anything-a else that the mansions throw at me."

Samus and Luigi glowed blue. "That's more like it. Mission accomplished" Samus said.

This would be a nice scene you know, if there was any build-up to it.

Mainly in the rival scene, and against Polygon Man. Also, bolded the obvious typo.

--

… Ironically, I think their team-up, while nonsensical, is better than Nariko and Dante’s.

Dante was once again fighting demons as usual, till he received an surprising guest.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the 'princess'. What do you want, sweetheart?" Dante said as he held his rebellion high.

"I came not to have a quarrel with you" Nariko said "I still need to find a way to master this sword. But I came to ask for your assistance."

"Oh really? Well I fight alone, thank you very much" Dante said.

"Hear me out. The huge purple head has returned and seem to be merging worlds together, and soon, ours will be next" Nariko said.

"What? That huge purple bozo?" Dante smirked. "Alright... and it seem these other worlds has demons too right? This could be fun."

"I hope you feel like talking with your sword" Nariko said as she and Dante begin their journey together "cause there are opponents whom we have not crossed before."

Someone doesn’t know how Heavenly Sword ends, I bet you…

Why would Nariko ask a douche-y demon hunter to help her master her own sword? If she said “the worlds are being threatened, and I cannot go after King Bohan until I make sure that power hungry deity is gone for good”… that would be way more in her character, for one.

OOC Counter: 13

On that note, there are better options for Nariko to choose from. I don’t think she would have picked the demon hunter who she got into a pretty hostile fight with. The other opponents who were much friendlier, but just as skilled, would have been a much more reasonable choice.

And it’s obviously not because the characters were rivals in PSASBR, so they have to team up. Toro and Sackboy weren’t rivals, and later down the road, we have Heihachi and Zeus, along with Colonel Radec and Evil Cole (that chapter, I’m going to love tearing apart…)

Anyway, the rivalry scene is just copied from both Nariko and Dante’s. There’s nothing interesting, so I won’t paste it.

"If it ain't the sword wielding duo" Polygon Man said "Have you come to get beaten by me again?"

Polygon Man I think would be a bit more “high and mighty” when addressing former enemies. Here, he says “ain’t”… like he isn’t serious about this at all. Yeah, that isn’t something I could ever imagine Polygon Man using in a sentence.

Pretty clear Polygon Man is just a generic villain to Richie, thus why we had nothing interesting written about him, because he can’t do anything creative with our favorite, rejected mascot.

OOC Counter: 14

"It's not the sword, it's me. I have the power to control this sword" Nariko said.

No.

Fucking.

Shit.

This was already gone over in Nariko’s own scenario. If this takes place after her story in Arcade Mode, which is before the ending of Heavenly Sword. Why do you feel the need to repeat all of this, Richie?

This whole chapter proved that outside of a silly partnership, Richie didn’t know what to do with all four of these characters. Luigi and Samus are ridiculous, and have no reason to be fighting the two All-Stars… while Nariko and Dante here are just boring.

A/N: Now I'm gonna do a Villain chapter next with Bowser and Ganondorf and Zeus and Heihachi, and then place whom you wanna see next. Yeah, I beginning swapping partners so Heihachi will be with Zeus and Big Daddy will be with another character. So stayed tuned.

You should have planned this ahead of time then! Goddammit Richie, this isn’t hard! Go back and edit the intro then! Discuss with others what you should do!

Big Daddy never shows up anyway since Richie canned the fan-fic after 9-10 chapters, so there isn’t even a real loss… 

Anyway, how can we improve this? Because I certainly have a bunch of pressing issues here.

And this one isn’t short either. This chapter? I made it go through a whole fucking rewrite, just so it made a lick of sense for my own satisfaction. Something I know I shouldn’t be doing probably, but fuck it!

Revoke having Luigi there, and make it normal Samus instead of the Zero Suit one. Instead, Samus decides to drag out Roy for the adventure, with the cooperation just as bizarre, but at least slightly sensible. Roy doesn’t get why Samus wants his help, when there were several options to choose from, but accompanies her willingly, and courageously.

Revoke Dante being there, and replace him with Isaac Clarke, to present a more interesting scenario. Isaac accidentally lands in her world, and Nariko says he would be able to return to his era possibly if they defeat Polygon Man. Isaac suddenly gets a headache with a vision, and Nariko says that his “strange power” could play a hand in locating Polygon Man. Isaac doesn’t know what he should do, other than help Nariko for now.

In the rival scene for the All-Star side, Isaac Clarke keeps questioning all the stuff that happens. He has constant visions about a pair of white gloves, being controlled by Polygon Man. Before he and Nariko go any further, they’re stopped by Samus and Roy, who heard what they had to say. Questioning the two All-Stars, Isaac is about to tell them what’s going on to avoid a fight, but Nariko tells them that its “their enemy”, so Roy and Samus have no business in it, thus leading to their battle.

In the alternate rival scene for the Smash side, Samus and Roy see the two All-Stars talking to each other. Samus questions if Issac is with the Galactic Federation, which Isaac denies, saying he’s just an engineer, one that’s been through “a lot”. Roy meanwhile, shows concern over the blade that Nariko wields, noting how it appears to be a powerful, legendary weapon. Nariko informs him that she’s a on a path that she cannot take back so easily. Roy learns that she means to exchange her life for using the sword. In order to “save them” from the madness they’ve gone through, Samus and Roy hope to make Nariko and Isaac turn back from the path they’re on.

Change the endings. On the Smash side, Samus and Roy are confused about what had happened, but believe that both worlds are at least at peace now, and they hope that the ones they faced are still alive. For the All-Star side, Isaac Clarke returns to his era, and Nariko is prepared to give up her life soon, something that Isaac tries to convince her not to do. It’s too late though, as she leaves to fight Bohan’s army one last time.

Whew… yeah, this won’t be the uh, last time I have to rewrite the whole damn rivalry that Richie made. Like this one, some of them are a complete mess. Granted, I’ve never played an FE game, so I doubt I’d do Roy any justice if I had to rewrite this.

The next chapter… will be easy for me at least. I’m not gonna have to change much.

[anoldwound]

Transatlanticism - Rothstein/Luciano [Boardwalk Empire]

Title: Transatlanticism Characters/Pairings: Rothstein/Luciano, Meyer Lansky Rating: R Word Count: ~3000 Warnings: Strong sexual content, language. Summary: It had been a month since A.R. had set voyage for Scotland – well, four weeks and two days if you wanted to get all technical about it – and Charlie was being driven out of his skull by his... needs. Disclaimer: These characters don't belong to me, and, more importantly, neither do the actual people, who are not the subjects of this fic, the characters are. Just... just to make that clear. A/N: I probably shouldn't be posting this, but here it is anyway. Deepest apologies for any anachronisms. And also for writing it in the first place. Charlie “Lucky” Luciano had thrown away about a dozen or so pieces of paper in the past twenty minutes. He'd gone through three fountain pens, six stamps and envelopes, and around fifty or so more papers in the past hour. Nothing he was writing was – well, coming out right. Coming out correctly, he thought to himself, and ran his hand through his hair, leaning back in his seat. A.R. made writing letters look so easy; he'd figured it couldn't be too hard to just ask simple questions, like “How's Scotland?”, and “Weather treating you nice?”, and “When are you coming back so we can fuck like jackrabbits again?” It had been a month since A.R. had set voyage for Scotland – well, four weeks and two days if you wanted to get all technical about it – and Charlie was being driven out of his skull by his... needs. Needs that, for the past couple of years, had been filled by one Arnold Rothstein, his mentor and employer. And also, briefly, by a certain burlesque dancer whose name need not be mentioned. Anyway, it had been a whole month, and he had tried and tried again with other broads, but it still just would not work, and it was... frustrating. To say the least. Charlie leaned forward again, his pen scratching the surface of the parchment. A.R. – Greetings from NY. The weather is terrible. I'm sure it is where you are too. I saw in the paper the other day that Glasgow is having one of its worst winters yet. Hope you brought a lot of coats with you. “Hope you brought a lot of coats with you”? What the fuck? This was one of the stupidest letters he'd written yet. He crumpled it up and started over. A.R. – Greetings from NY. I saw something in the paper about Scotland and wondered how you was. No. That sounded too queer. He crossed that out and wrote instead: I saw something in the paper about Scotland and figured I ought to check in. Yeah, much better. He continued – How are you and Carolyn? I'm doing alright. It keeps snowing. It reminds me of that one time last year when we got snowed in and had to come up with other things to do. Charlie smirked at the memory. It was three in the morning, everyone had left, and there was absolutely no way out of the house. It was one of the worst blizzards in years, and the snow pounded against the windows as A.R. lit the fireplace and the two of them fucked right on the carpet. They both had rug burns for a week. Anyways, not much else is going on. Looks like you're not gonna be indited, so everything is going well I guess. Me and Meyer was wondering when you'd be heading back. Unless you're too busy golfing. He crossed out the last sentence. I hope you're enjoying your trip. Charlie paused, gripping the pen tight between his fingers. He bit his lip and hastily scrawled – I miss you. It's boring as hell without you here. I mean, Meyer's my best pal and all, but it's just not the same, you know? For a lot of reasons, some of which you can guess. I visited your house a few times to take care of some business and it was strange not seeing you in the billiards room, bent over the table, gripping your cue stick, shooting the balls clean into the holes. And if you're wondering, still no luck with the broads. He threw his pen down, his heart thumping in his chest. There was no way he could send this, it was too – too – Oh, fucking forget it, you pussy fuck. He kept writing. So as you can see, we are all anxious for you to come back home. Myself especially. Write back if you can. -Charlie Charlie took a deep breath, then quickly – before he lost his nerve – folded the letter, stuck it in the envelope, sealed it, licked the stamp and slapped it on, ran out the door, down the street to the post office, threw the letter into the slot – And immediately wanted to shoot himself in the face. Would you relax?, he told himself, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he scurried back home, his breath misty and snow melting in his shoes. It's not like you got a reason to be shy. Like some idiot schoolgirl who likes her teacher or somethin'. Ain't like he doesn't know, or like we never fucked or anything. You're being stupid. Have a drink and calm down. He shut the door behind him and rubbed his hands together, then loosened his tie and walked towards the bar, where he poured himself a fifth of whiskey. What was done was done. Now he just had to wait. * * * “Charlie, you absolutely, you must see The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari,” Meyer was saying three weeks later as the two of them rounded the corner. “Eh, I dunno. I'm not much of one for those foreign language flicks,” said Charlie, shaking some snow off of the bottom of his coat as they reached his house. “Neither am I, but I finally saw it at the recommendation of a friend. You know the theater down on Lexington? They're showing it all this week and – Charlie?” Charlie didn't respond. There was an envelope at the door. Its return address was from Scotland. “Is that a letter from A.R.?” Meyer asked as Charlie grabbed it. “Yeah...” he said, staring at his name written neatly on the right-hand side. “Listen, I'll catch up with you later, alright?” “Okay. But don't forget, we got that meeting tomorrow with those fellas.” “Sure, sure,” Charlie said absently, vaguely waving goodbye, not looking up. He felt the envelope between his fingers. Smooth and rough at the same time, somehow. After getting safely nestled inside, and after sitting in his favorite armchair – the velvet one, with the gold edges – he carefully opened the envelope with his letter slicer. Dear Charlie, It's very pleasant to hear from you. I must confess, it's quite lonely here; much lonelier than I had anticipated. You won't be surprised to hear that our weather is just as awful as yours has been. How serendipitous that we are both at the receiving end of snowstorms. I'm not entirely sure when Carolyn (who is well, by the way) and myself  will be returning home, but hopefully it will be before the beginning of February. I very much miss the streets, sounds, and smells of New York. And you, as well. Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, I can say that we have shared similar thoughts regarding certain blizzards and certain hot evenings spent in the billiards room. While I am sorry that there is no special young lady in your life, perhaps, for the present, you can soothe yourself with the knowledge that as soon as I arrive home, and at your earliest convenience, we will meet, and I will ravage you mercilessly. My bedroom, your bedroom, bent over the poker table, wherever and however you want. Maybe this will bring you pleasure when you are alone in your room and in need of something to stimulate your imagination. I look forward to seeing you again, Charlie. Give my best to Lansky and the rest. Yours, Arnold Rothstein P.S. It's “Meyer and I were wondering”, not “Me and Meyer was wondering”. Of course he had to ruin the mood with a grammar correction, but Charlie smiled lecherously to himself anyway. A.R. – I'm glad to hear you're doing okay. Meyer sends his regards too. (So what if he hadn't even said anything to Meyer yet?) Thanks for the grammar correction. Now, about your proposal vis a vee your return to NY, I definitely hope its soon cause I'm not sure how long that scenario will hold me out.  But I can probably think of some other ones. Like Oh, shit. Now he had to actually think of something. Like Charlie blinked at the blank piece of paper. Shit. How the hell was it that he could walk around thinking about sex for 75% of his day, and now was the time that he would get that – that – whadda they call it – writer's block? Like Maybe he could start off with a previous encounter. Like that time we had a car full of people waiting outside for us, but while they was waiting and waiting, we sucked each other off in the poker room and everyone was getting impatient but that made it better somehow and I accidentally got come all over the Charlie shook his head and crossed it out. Not sexy enough. He held the pen between his lips and thought. When you get back, I want you in the billiards room, with people waiting outside, and I wanna be fucked hard by you, so hard I'll be limping for the rest of the day and I'll feel all raw and filled. And then I'll suck your cock, slow, just how you like it. He was getting a little hard just thinking about it,  and he didn't want to waste it, so he quickly finished with – Let me know when you are getting back for sure. -Charlie * * * It was March, and there was still no sign of A.R. – no more letters, no more nothing. Charlie couldn't help but be disappointed. Whenever he saw a letter in his mailbox his heart would leap, only to quickly become deflated when it was just another electric bill. “What did A.R. say in that letter he sent you ages ago?” Meyer was asking. The two of them were waiting for the car to come around to drop them off somewhere. “Nothin', really. Just that Scotland is alright and he didn't know when he was coming back.” “Christ, it's been, what? Four months now?” “Eighteen weeks, four days, and twelve hours.” Meyer stared at him. Charlie cleared his throat. “So, uh, where was it we're goin', again?” “I got a telegram from A.R.'s lawyer,” Meyer said as the car pulled up in front of them. “Some papers we gotta sign? I dunno, but we're going to the house now.” “Why the house?” Charlie asked. He opened the door and let Meyer climb in first. “Why not the lawyer's office?” “I dunno. I just do what they tell me,” he said, shrugging. Charlie held back a sigh as the car lurched forward onto the cobblestone street. He smoothed out his trousers and tapped his foot, staring out the window at the passing buildings and fashionable young couples. Before long, they had arrived, the doorman taking their coats and leading them up the familiar marble staircase. They were about to pass the billiards room when the doorman suddenly stopped. “Here we are, gentlemen,” he said. “Thanks,” said Charlie gruffly, wondering why the lawyer was meeting them in this room, when he stopped dead in his tracks. A.R. was back. He was chalking the tip of his cue stick, while his lawyer poured himself a drink from the bar. At first he didn't seem to notice them standing there, but their eyes met and A.R. smiled. “Boys!” he exclaimed, his smile turning into a wide grin. “A.R.,” Charlie said, and felt a smirk overtake his face. “Nice to see you again, boss!” Meyer walked up to him and shook his hand. “Why didn't you tell us you got back?” “Oh, I thought I'd surprise the two of you,” he said, not looking away from Charlie. “Everything been okay in my absence?” “Yeah,” said Charlie, unable to keep a bit of sarcasm from creeping into his voice. “It's been terrific.” “Me and Charlie have been making some headway into the liquor business,” Meyer added. “Have you now?” A.R.'s gaze was still locked on Charlie, who squirmed a little at the scrutiny. “Striking out on your own, are you? Good job, boys.” “What – uh, what was it you wanted us to sign?” He broke eye contact with A.R. and looked over at the lawyer, who was leaning casually by the window. “Oh, I was actually mistaken about that. Sorry for the confusion.” The lawyer glanced over at A.R. and swung down the rest of his drink. “Well, I'm off. Important clients and all. Nice catching up with you, Arnold.” “Same.” The door closed slightly in the lawyer's wake, and A.R. strode to the other side of the billiards table, getting ready for a shot. Charlie couldn't resist sneaking a quick peek at A.R.'s ass. “How was Glasgow?” Meyer asked. “It was fine, just fine.” He lightly tapped the ball and a nine ball fell gently into the adjacent hole. “Horrible weather, just like you both warned me. No golfing whatsoever.” “Sorry to hear that,” Charlie said. “Why'd you stay so long, then?” His fingers were curled into a slight fist. “Carolyn was enjoying herself,” he said, walking over to the opposite side. “And I had some business to attend to there, so it wasn't a complete waste of my time.” “Still, though... eighteen weeks...” Charlie felt Meyer give him an odd look. A.R. looked up at him and smiled. “Eighteen weeks, was it? Certainly felt like a lot longer.” He reared back his arm and sunk four balls. “Nice one,” said Meyer. “Meyer...” A.R. stood up and turned to face him. “Could you give us a few minutes?” “Sure, boss.” Meyer glanced at Charlie before leaving, the door clicking shut behind him. The two of them stared at each other in silence for several moments, before A.R. asked, “How have you been, Charlie?” “Is there a reason you never wrote me back or what?” Charlie said before he could stop himself. This seemed to give him pause. “I didn't see any reason to. All that there was to be said... had been said.” Charlie snorted and leaned against the doorframe. “Charlie.” “What?” “Lock the door.” The air seemed to become heavy around them, and he felt his back straighten. “Come again?” “Lock. The. Door.” He felt everything shift, and an intense tingling of anticipation was prickling across his skin as he turned the key. A.R. placed the cue stick carefully back on the rack. “You said, Charlie, in your letter, you wanted me to – what was it – 'fuck you so hard you'd be limping the rest of the day'?” He undid his bow tie. “A vulgar way to put it, to be sure. But the message was loud – ” he unbuttoned his vest “ – and clear.” Charlie was practically bursting with want as A.R. began taking off his collar. He couldn't move from where he was standing. “I know we have our unspoken rules, Charlie,” he said, walking over to him. “I hope you don't mind if I break a few of them.” Before Charlie knew what was happening, A.R. was pressed against him – kissing him – he had never – it wasn't part of – but Charlie soon forgot all of this as their tongues intertwined, A.R.'s hands stroking his neck, his trousers tight and he could feel A.R.'s hardness too, breathing and sweating and he had never kissed another guy before, it was bizarre, but hell, they had done everything else and holy shit it felt so good, so good, and A.R. was unbuckling both of their belts and shoving him against the billiards table, his mouth practically swallowing Charlie's whole. Charlie gasped for air as his pants were yanked down, and A.R. grabbed his cock, whispering in his ear, “How badly did you want this while I was gone?”, his breath hot, making Charlie shiver. “You know how bad I wanted it,” he murmured, and that seemed to turn A.R. on even more as he yanked on his hair and kissed him again. Charlie gripped onto A.R.'s back as they ground against each other, until finally A.R. turned him around and slammed him against the table. Charlie groaned as his trousers were pulled down unceremoniously around his ankles. He felt A.R.'s lips against his neck as his cock twitched and his undergarments pulled down as well. Every inch of him felt the need so badly, so badly, and he almost let out a shout as A.R.'s finger entered him. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. “Hello? Are you guys still in there?” he heard Meyer's voice say from outside. “Son of a bitch,” said Charlie. “Yes, we're still in here, Meyer,” A.R. called. “I swear to God, if he tries to get in here – ” “Calm down,” A.R. whispered, stroking his back. “It's just... I have places to be...” Meyer was saying. “Just GO!” Charlie yelled. “For Christ's sake!” “Charlie...” A.R. said. “I would, but how are you getting home?” “Just – don't worry 'bout it, okay? Just go!” “But – ” “JUST. GO.” “Okay, fine.” There was some muttering outside, but he could hear footsteps walking away, which made him sigh in relief. “Biggest cockblock in the world, that guy,” he said. A.R. chuckled. “He's gone. It's fine.” They continued as though they had not been interrupted, Charlie hard as a fucking rock (oh, it was so good, to feel this way again) as A.R. thrust against him, inside him, rapid movements and shaking and everything was just fucking perfect and fucking and fucking and fucking until A.R. came and Charlie came and it was all over. They both stood there for a little while, breathing heavily, cold sweat and Charlie's hands and muscles were shaking. They stared at each other, eyes heavy with lust. “You don't need to put your mouth on me,” A.R. finally said. “That was good enough for now.” He paused. “But I do expect you to, next time.” Charlie grinned. “Good to have you back, boss.” “It's good to be back, Charlie.”