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arqueete.livejournal.comI'm a new kid 'round these parts, so I'm just going to start out by pulling out a couple of my better fics of the past. Feel free to poke around in them even if you don't know the canon (spoilers, but this story gets spoiled by everything from adverts to news articles all the time anyway) -- "teenagers in 19th century Germany" is probably the only prior knowledge you need to "get" them :)
(the original headers, so a little outdated in the author's notes)
Title: Break Me To Small Parts
Fandom: Spring/'s Awakening (Play)
Pairing: Melchior/Moritz, Melchior/Wendla
Words: 4934 (3 chapters)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “It makes sense, wouldn't it, that there is no real reason to prevent say... people of the same gender engaging in activity usually reserved, by normal social standards, for people of opposing gender?”
Author's Notes: This is a piece I've been working on for nearly a month, but I've been itching to do it for longer. The past month or so has put me through a lot, personally, and I've tried to use this fic to channel some of those feelings and realizations into the context of one of my favorite stories -- this play. Title from Regina Spektor's Ode to Divorce. Thanks to my betas![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dreamsofstars and prosopopeya. Dedicated to prosopopeya.
( "By the time he noticed it was happening, it was too far in him...." )
Title: Never Been Awake Before
Fandom: Spring Awakening (musical)
Rating: PG
Words: 2761
Pairing: Anna/Wendla
Summary: Maybe a lot of things had changed that she couldn't even comprehend – and that filled her with both fear and a strange kind of rebellious confidence.
Notes: Because I never really thank my betas and I should start, thanks todreamsofstars for beta-ing. Dedicated to prosopopeya
( "Ever since Anna had moved to this town, they'd been friends..." )
All of my older fics (which are all rare fandoms -- mostly SA -- and mostly slash) can be found here in my LJ, and I'd like to take this opportunity to rec two of many amazing pieces by my dear friend and beta,prosopopeya, who mostly writes in bigger fandoms but dips into the neglected ones also:
Title: I've Been Learning How to Die
Author: Shelli (prosopopeya)
Pairing: Melchior/Moritz
Rating: G
Word Count: 1834
Summary: Melchior's theories are too much for him, too much for him to concentrate on when his fantasies crowd his thoughts, and too much for him to handle when Melchior carries them out.
Notes: Written becausearqueete read Uncle Tom's Cabin in a small number of days and got her essay done before 5 A.M. Four for you, Arq, you go, Arq. ...well, it's just the one fic, but you get the drift.
( "He watches Melchior moisten his lips with tea and he wonders, sadistically, what it would be like if that were his lips wetting Melchior’s..." )
Title: The Lights Go Out (I Can't Be Saved)
Author: Shelli (prosopopeya)
Pairing: Moritz/Melchior (in a dream)
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 2003
Summary: When he wakes up in the morning, the memory of his dreams haunt him, whisper damnation into his ear; the only respite he gets is asleep, with the cool touch of Melchior over his skin and his guilt buried far away in his consciousness.
Notes: Forarqueete :D
( "It’s a private shame he holds close, not out of want but out of necessity..." )
(the original headers, so a little outdated in the author's notes)
Title: Break Me To Small Parts
Fandom: Spring/'s Awakening (Play)
Pairing: Melchior/Moritz, Melchior/Wendla
Words: 4934 (3 chapters)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “It makes sense, wouldn't it, that there is no real reason to prevent say... people of the same gender engaging in activity usually reserved, by normal social standards, for people of opposing gender?”
Author's Notes: This is a piece I've been working on for nearly a month, but I've been itching to do it for longer. The past month or so has put me through a lot, personally, and I've tried to use this fic to channel some of those feelings and realizations into the context of one of my favorite stories -- this play. Title from Regina Spektor's Ode to Divorce. Thanks to my betas
dreamsofstars and prosopopeya. Dedicated to prosopopeya.( "By the time he noticed it was happening, it was too far in him...." )
Title: Never Been Awake Before
Fandom: Spring Awakening (musical)
Rating: PG
Words: 2761
Pairing: Anna/Wendla
Summary: Maybe a lot of things had changed that she couldn't even comprehend – and that filled her with both fear and a strange kind of rebellious confidence.
Notes: Because I never really thank my betas and I should start, thanks to
dreamsofstars for beta-ing. Dedicated to prosopopeya( "Ever since Anna had moved to this town, they'd been friends..." )
All of my older fics (which are all rare fandoms -- mostly SA -- and mostly slash) can be found here in my LJ, and I'd like to take this opportunity to rec two of many amazing pieces by my dear friend and beta,
prosopopeya, who mostly writes in bigger fandoms but dips into the neglected ones also:Title: I've Been Learning How to Die
Author: Shelli (
prosopopeya)Pairing: Melchior/Moritz
Rating: G
Word Count: 1834
Summary: Melchior's theories are too much for him, too much for him to concentrate on when his fantasies crowd his thoughts, and too much for him to handle when Melchior carries them out.
Notes: Written because
arqueete read Uncle Tom's Cabin in a small number of days and got her essay done before 5 A.M. Four for you, Arq, you go, Arq. ...well, it's just the one fic, but you get the drift.( "He watches Melchior moisten his lips with tea and he wonders, sadistically, what it would be like if that were his lips wetting Melchior’s..." )
Title: The Lights Go Out (I Can't Be Saved)
Author: Shelli (
prosopopeya)Pairing: Moritz/Melchior (in a dream)
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 2003
Summary: When he wakes up in the morning, the memory of his dreams haunt him, whisper damnation into his ear; the only respite he gets is asleep, with the cool touch of Melchior over his skin and his guilt buried far away in his consciousness.
Notes: For
arqueete :D( "It’s a private shame he holds close, not out of want but out of necessity..." )
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