title: Disguise
author: kaalee
pairing: John Watson/Sherlock Holmes, BBC verse
rating: nc17
word count: ~55k
summary: Sherlock's disguises are little more than a nuisance to John until one day he walks into the kitchen dressed as someone from John's past, someone John had tried desperately to forget.
prompt: Written for this prompt on sherlockbbc_fic: Sherlock is amazing at disguising. John knows this; he's seen him in countless disguises and if Sherlock really tries he can make himself look completely unlike himself. Then one day Sherlock wears a disguise John hasn't seen on him before, and John recognises him. Recognises him as the first man he ever slept with, in a night club, who afterwards had said he had just needed a diversion to stop some other guy noticing him. Then left without looking back. The whole incident totally fucked up John's head for weeks, broke up his relationship, and almost got him kicked out of med school for not focusing/missing assignments/failing tests because all he could think about was what an idiot he'd been. [originally posted anonymously, I'm finally de-anoning.]

author's notes: Many thanks to my beta readers incapricious and tailoredshirt, and to augmentedme for advice on medical accuracy, and to various members of my flist for all of the cheerleading and enthusiasm as this story took form. I'd also like to thank those on tumblr who posted links and tumbled about it at various times. ♥

extra thanks: I have to thank two people in particular: incapricious, who has been with me, quite literally, from day one of this story. In fact, she was sitting across the living room from me as I wrote the very first scene. JC, thank you for all of your support, the discussions in IM, and the belief that I could actually do this. ♥ As well, to sisterzurda, an absolutely glorious artist and wonderful person who has done some gorgeous art to illustrate the story. I can't believe my luck to have such beautiful work to go along with this. See her work here and here [or go look at it on DeviantArt in her gallery here]

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Disguise
John Watson/Sherlock Holmes, rated nc17

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Infallible Data
John/Sherlock, rated R, ~4000 words


summary: Observation is a way of life for Sherlock. Observation of John Watson, however, is an entirely different affair.
a/n: This I wrote to take a break from the long fic I've been writing for several months now. It was a welcome challenge to try to capture Sherlock's PoV for this story. With many thanks to tjs_whatnot and sabrinaphynn for the beta work. ♥


on AO3 | on DW


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Until I Wrap Myself Inside Your Arms I Cannot Rest
John/Sherlock | rated light r | 6000 words

read: on AO3 || on DW


summary: Sherlock wants to buy a gun. John wants to stop thinking about Sherlock. Perhaps there's a happy medium...

This is for my very favorite incapricious in the world. ♥ [gun!porn, injury!porn, tongue!porn]. Many thanks to venturous1 and yeomantpc for the beta work. ♥



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for incapricious, my dear friend. ♥ on your birthday. This is not exactly gun!porn, but it is if you squint. This is meant to stand alone, but I am working on a second part anyway. :) That should be ready in *waves vaguely* a couple of days or so. But I wanted to get this one up for your birthday. [rated pg for now, 900 words]


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NOTE: Read the edited, expanded version, Until I Wrap Myself Inside Your Arms I Cannot Rest [John/Sherlock, rated R, 6000 words]: on LJ || on AO3

I finally finished the epilogue to my (very shortened) Seamus/Dean 50_smutlets story and am just overjoyed at having written it. I feel so accomplished! Even better: this story has trolleys art embedded within and it’s absolutely gorgeous.

Thank you to the small, but loyal, set of Seamus/Dean readers that have read this over the years. ♥ These boys have been the OTP of my heart for so long and it means a lot to me to have people reading.

Heading and notes are under the cut --

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So, years ago I claimed Seamus/Dean at 50_smutlets and was supposed to write 50 mini stories using the different prompts. Well, it turned into a universe in and of itself, but I knew that I probably wouldn't make it to all 50. This universe has 10 stories and an epilogue. While I may play again in this universe, the story itself is now complete and all the parts are linked here...

The entire verse is just under 10K words.

note: thank you to those who read over the years and to trolleys for the gorgeous art that graces the epilogue. Ahhh, Seamus & Dean, I do love you so.



001. Day
surreptitious crotch adjustment -- seamus/dean, r, 900 words
Seamus takes a wank in the shower and finds himself thinking of Dean.

002. Night
Thoughts while wanking: Unique to Seamus? -- seamus/dean, r, 680 words
Sometimes Seamus is so turned on he can barely think.

003. Love
stupid girl habits -- seamus/dean, r, 1330 words
If he wasn't surrounded by girls all the fucking time, it probably would have been an entirely different thing all together.

004. Lust
fucking things up quite royally, thank you -- seamus/dean, r, 1490 words
Dean would do just about anything to get him back to normal.

005. Rough
rough, irregular pounding -- seamus/dean, seamus/blaise, r, 790 words
He just lets this happen because in the shadowy black cave of night, the line of Zabini's jaw is exactly the right colour.

006. Gentle
spilling lies like sand -- seamus/dean, seamus/blaise, r, 1000 words
It's embarrassing to realise how easily he was able to delude himself...

007. Beach
three distinct freckles -- seamus/dean, pg13, 1230 words
Seamus is still holding his hand. His thumb brushes the lines in Dean's palm and neither of them breathes.

008. School
the taste of words -- seamus/dean, r, 800 words
Seamus remembers the pounding in his chest at Dean's touch. He remembers his lungs stopping, how everything around him had zoomed in and in until there couldn't possibly have been anything else in the entire world at that moment.

009. Cemetery
absolute dark -- seamus/dean, pg13, 700 words
It's time to stop dicking around.

010. Spiral
this dizzying spiral -- seamus/dean, pg, 700 words
"I know who I fancy," Dean breathes. He doesn't look down, doesn't look away.

011. Epilogue
the gift of what you notice more -- seamus/dean, r, 1200 words
With Seamus here in front of him, looking right into his eyes, Dean would give up any modicum of talent... if only Seamus would kiss him.

title: this dizzying spiral
author: kaalee
pairing: Seamus/Dean
word count: ~700
rating: pg
summary: Dean's quite sure he's never wanted something more in his life.
a/n: This is the final installment of a series I started years ago. It completes the arc of the previous nine stories, though there is (quite a very necessary) epilogue that I'll post next week. Many thanks to misscake for beta-reading so many of these (including this one) and dedicated to katmarajade for her endless enthusiasm for Seamus/Dean, and for kicking me back into writing this series. I so appreciate everyone's patience as I dropped the ball on this for so long, but I adore you all and thank you for your wonderful feedback. ♥

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Sometimes bad days happen to good people. And on those days, they should have friends write them porn in their gmail!chat window.

~1100 words in a little over an hour. Who knew? Un-beta'ed. and, um, quite porny. *blush*


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still writing! This is the next part of the Seamus/Dean fic I posted last week. There are two more parts after this. Thank you to those of you who read and cheered me on last week, it definitely helped me feel like I can actually still do this writing thing. ♥


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Hmmm... apparently now I can't stop writing. Who knows what jump started my muse last week, but, believe me, I am not complaining.

A few years ago, I signed up to write 50 Seamus/Dean smutlets. I should have known that would be far too many for me. So, while I won't manage all 50, I am going finish the story. There are four more parts to go, and only a few hundred words to be written. So I'll post piece by piece over the next couple of weeks as I finish writing the last part.


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*bites nails*

Alright, so I wrote a story about Bradley and Colin and then posted it anonymously. People seemed to, erm, not hate it. So, here goes nothing. Oh, and spoilers for Merlin, 3x05.

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Today's my day to send magicofisis a little extra love, so naturally I had to invite Ron & Harry to help out. And, um, a bit pornier than I'm used to. Just ignore that and focus on the Harry/Ron.

magicofisis, this is the first fic I've completed in more than seven months. I find it rather apropos that I can finish something in honor of you. ♥

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title: The Likely Possibility of Soiling One's Trousers
rating: light R
pairing: Dean/Neville
word count: ~1700
summary: Neville isn't quite sure why someone like Dean would be interested in someone like him...
author's note: Written as a very belated birthday present for my beloved fitzette [♥!!], based on her reaction to this picture. Meant to be a light-hearted read. Many thanks to misscake for the beta and to thenotoriousso4 for talking me down and saying sometimes 'just sweet' is okay. ♥


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A while ago, I did a poll, asking what I should write in a ficlet. I wanted to write a story and dedicate it to all of you: those I know well, those I know a little, those that I've yet to get to know. You all make my LJ experience so rich and I adore you for it. In the poll, Seamus/Dean won (41%) and kissing topped the prompt (59%).

So, here you have it, my dears, 404 words exactly (4 x 100 words, with a 4 word epilogue), dedicated to every single one of you and with heartfelt thanks to secretsolitaire and fitzette for the helpful read-through/beta work. ♥


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Also, it feels rather apropos that I post this today, seeing as how today marks my fourth anniversary of actually posting on LJ. *hugs you all tight*

I participated in my first flist_a_fest and the silly prompt ran away with me. Many of you may know this gorgeous, gorgeous painting of Seamus/Dean that linnpuzzle drew for me years ago? Well, some of the visuals in this little story were inspired by the picture. It's dedicated to the lovely fitzette ♥...

title: Facepaint
prompt: kiss
pairing: Dean/Seamus
length: ~2200 words
rating: pg13
summary: Dean paints Seamus's face for a Quidditch match at Hogwarts and finds himself a little more flustered than he might have imagined...
notes: Dedicated to the glorious fitzette for rocking the world ♥ and written for flist_a_fest.


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I saw many people do this, and I meant to and meant to and meant to, and then, y'know, work happened and RL happened and here it is January 13th and I'm finally doing it. Yay!

So, here is my list of fic & drabbles for the year. I'm actually pretty proud of myself for accomplishing as much as I did (still relatively little, compared to many of you ♥) -- and four Harry/Ron's! I'm quite proud of the fact that in spite of my 'all things Seamus and/or Dean-ness' I still venture into the lovely world of Harry/Ron.

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Favorite story of the lot: Memoria Incognita [Harry/Ron, 3400 words, pg13]

~I love memory/amnesia stories, having to strip a character down to their basic essence and still make them believable.

Most underappreciated: A Strange Façade of Normalcy [Seamus/Dean, 8000 words, pg13]

~I think the timing of the reposting of this (within two weeks of the release of DH when most people were avoiding LJ & the internet like the plague) may have kept a lot of people from reading this, but I loved writing plot and building a story within the realm of the universe I imagined and trying to focus on the requests of the person I was writing for.


~totally random point of pride: this year I wrote a total of 25,900 words in Seamus/Dean fic. This is a very, very small number for a lot of people. For me it's absolutely gigantic. So, yay! ♥

title: Naughts & Crosses
author: kaalee
pairing: Harry/Ron
rating: nc17
word count: ~4500 words
disclaimer: Harry Potter and all characters mentioned within are property of JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
summary: Ron determined to figure out who steals into his bed in the middle of the night and wakes him up with their tongue in his, er, well, you know...
author's notes: I wrote this for the amazing kerryblaze for merry_smutmas 2007 and I was both ridiculously excited and terribly nervous to write for her. I was exhilarated to write Harry/Ron again, but I so wanted to do right by them. Plus, I wanted to bring the funny in the midst of a stressful season. Many thanks to oconel, misscake, and thenotoriousso4 for their help with this story. It was originally posted here. ♥

[special note:] The Naughts & Crosses (X's and O's, Tic Tac Toe, and etc...) used here have quite a different meaning than what we all probably used when playing this game in childhood. ;)


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Okay, this is so totally shocolate's fault. I knew nothing about the Holy Foreskin fest until she posted a story that referred to it last night. So then, of course, a stupid idea popped into my head and I wrote some of it last night. There was wine. This morning I decided that in spite of the silly, I should finish it anyway. And there is a little shout-out to shocolate in there as well. So, here you have it, folks, an absolutely silly story with no socially redeeming value. And, um, foreskin.

Definitely Not a Mate Thing
Seamus, Dean, Harry, Ron, Neville (hints of slashiness), rated light R, ~1500 words

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