#1920's au

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A LITTLE DRAWING POMNI :DD (WIP)

I take the idea from a 20's Au I found here on Tumblr, the original creator of the au is: @rosenkrone

Btw, it's not exactly the same clothes from the au but I tried something similar-

A long time ago I had a phase where I became obsessed with 1920s clothes, music and everything else, so seeing that Au made me, nostalgic? I guess.

So, I couldn't resist the idea of ​​making a silly little drawing of this-

[steddieunderdogfics]

For the Stobin weekend, I really really recommend the series 'A Bliss Like This (1920's AU)' by dodger_chan

What Do You Want? by Sharpbutsoft (BuckysButt)

@sharpbutsoft

Rating: Teens & Up

1,543 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - 1920s, Queer Culture, POV Steve Harrington, Platonically Married Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington, (I love that that's a tag), Drag Queen Eddie Munson, Queer Eddie Munson, Queer Steve Harrington, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Getting Together, Meet-Cute

Summary

He hears the clink of glass pearls first, then feels a bare arm pressed alongside his own, warm through his thin cotton shirt. “You here alone, handsome?” asks a low, husky voice, right into his ear. Steve turns to see the most beautiful person on whom he’s ever laid eyes. Tall, with long, dark hair and darker eyes. A gash of red lipstick on her full lips, a stylish fringed dress and a strings of pearls hanging off her boyish frame.

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"Stop hating. Some people don't know how to draw, we need to use AI!" papalouiepals.

[boyslit-moving]

u guys want some prohibition au YingFeng fluff?

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"Here, I snuck an extra egg tart for you."

"Dan Feng," Yingxing breathed, half-laughing. "You don't need to sneak treats for me. I'll grow too wide for my wedding garments."

"It's your favorite, isn't it?" Dan Feng grinned and tucked a wayward hair behind Yingxing's ear. "Besides, I wanted to."

Yingxing bit into the dessert and closed his eyes in satisfaction, letting the sweet and savory flavor play over his tongue. "Thank you," he said eventually, turning his face up to meet Dan Feng's gaze. He loved the way Dan Feng looked at him, like it was only the two of them in the entirety of the cosmos. He extended his hand, and Dan Feng held it in both of his own.

"We'll be leaving early in the morning."

"Mm. I finished Cloud-piercer this afternoon. Check it before you go."

Dan Feng grinned. "Check your work? I hardly feel the need."

Yingxing snorted, and leaned his head against Dan Feng's shoulder. "I know my work is impeccable, but you need to make sure it feels right in your hands again since I made adjustments to the grip."

"Ah, I see, it is I who is lacking."

They dissolved into giggles and then fell into amicable silence.

"Dan Feng..."

"Yes, Starlight?"

Yingxing blushed. He cleared his throat quietly. "If you're to leave early, shouldn't you be asleep instead of meeting with me?"

"Your presence is more restful to me than even the clouds of heaven," Dan Feng murmured, pressing a kiss to his head.

"That's not fair."

Dan Feng pulled away to look at him, confused.

Yingxing gazed at him, trying not to smile. "When you say things like that it makes me want to kiss your face all over."

"Well?" Dan Feng challenged, with an eager look. "Do it then."

Yingxing steeled his nerves and took Dan Feng's face in his hands, nudging him forward to press his lips to his forehead, his temple, eyebrow, cheeks, nose, chin... everywhere but his lips. Dan Feng closed his eyes and bore all of this with a besotted smile.

"Yingxing..."

He drew them together and pressed his lips against Yingxing's, savoring him slowly, as if it were the last time he could.

Yingxing's eyes opened slowly as he pulled away.

He smiled, just a little bit dizzy from Dan Feng's lips, his hands, his presence. "Go to bed, little prince, and dream of me. Dream of us. Come back to me after your campaign, and I will kiss you all you like."

"Now it is impossible for my morale to falter," Dan Feng murmured. He placed a kiss upon Yingxing's forehead and stood, offering him a hand up from the grass. "I will return to you victorious, for my prize."

Yingxing couldn't help a smile. "Go, or you will tarry all night telling me such sweet things."

They parted for the night, and Yingxing lay in bed, unable to scrub the smile off of his face. He couldn't wait to be Dan Feng's wife.

[dreamzghostz]

WHY DID RANTARO KILL HIS WIFEY KAEDE IN YOUR AU???😭😭💔

One word: Adultery

So, basically, in the AU, Rantaro, Kaede, and Kaito are street performers.

So, one night, Rantaro, Kaede, and Kaito are at a bar, drinking. They then went back to their hotel. Rantaro left to go get some ice, and when he got back, he saw Kaito and Kaede kissing, etc. Basically Kaede cheating on him.

In a fit of blind rage, Rantaro basically stabbed Kaede and Kaito to death.

(Also, he kinda projected his fears of cheating onto her).

Yeah, everyone in this AU are either jackasses or villains, minus Makoto... and he barely makes the cut 😬

[ghostofnuggetspast]

The Murder of Major Sayer podfic!

It's not broken into chapters currently, but the whole listen is about 1h 20m, and you've got a pause button on your player, don't you? :D

Click HERE to find the podfic on ao3!

The original work by @chriscalledmesweetie is HERE.

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1920's Aesthetics.

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Valentina Russo

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Ophelia Whitmore.

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Clarisse Beaumont.

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Gia Blackwood.

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Zara Marquez

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[phoebe-delia]

All That Jazz

Entirely self-indulgent. This is a mini "Chicago" AU (as in the movie musical. yes I know it originated on the stage. I've seen both and I like the movie better so that's what I'm using). CW: mention of murders, jail, American AU, 1920's AU, Muggle AU, Past Harry/Male Character(s), Past Draco/Male Character(s), immoral characters. Also this isn't so much a warning as a note that I am writing CHARACTERS here and the views they express do not necessarily align with my own. Also I borrowed like. A couple lines from the movie lol.

Harry scowled at the newspaper clippings in front of him. One attorney advertisement after another. They all blended together after a while. He knew enough from listening to the shows on the radio that they'd have to give him a lawyer if he wanted one, but he didn't trust whatever government sleaze bag they'd stick him with. Besides, he had enough money saved up to afford his own. Thank god he'd made Mike get that prenup.

Hopefully, it wouldn't cost too much. He needed the rest of that money to get a place of his own. And an agent. Harry closed his eyes and let himself dream, for a moment, of life outside the jail cell. Of bright lights and tight costumes and roaring applause. He'd get there one day.

His daydreams were interrupted by the sound of boots clicking against the concrete floor. He frowned; the other inmates wore tennis shoes, and the warden had already done the hourly inspection. That meant there was a visitor.

Harry stood from his bed and walked to the door of his cell, watching with wide eyes as a tall, handsome man in a suit shook hands with—

No. It couldn't be.

"Draco Malfoy?" Harry gasped.

The strange man looked at Draco amusedly and said something to him Harry couldn't hear. Draco rolled his eyes and shooed the man away. He turned to face Harry expectantly while the stranger walked off.

Harry nearly tripped over himself to walk up to Draco. "You're the Draco Malfoy!"

Draco raised an eyebrow. "And you are?"

Harry blushed. "I, er, I'm Harry Potter. You're not going to believe this but–but I was there! I was there at the club that night you killed your husband and your friend! When you were arrested!"

Draco scoffed. "Yeah, you and half of Chicago."

"Well, sure, but—I just have to say I'm such a huge fan. I loved that act you had! With your friend?"

"My former friend," Draco drawled. "Must you make me relive the worst night of my life? Or is there something else you'd like to discuss? I have work to do."

Harry looked away. "Er, sorry. What work?"

"On my defense. For my trial. Which is what you'd be working on too if you had half a wit."

"Hey," Harry frowned. "I'm still hiring a lawyer."

Draco laughed meanly. "Take your time with that. Definitely no rush or anything."

Harry crossed his arms. "Oh, yeah, like you've already got a lawyer."

"As a matter of fact I do."

"Oh yeah? Who."

Draco smirked. "You just saw him leave."

Harry's heart dropped. "That was your lawyer?"

"Mmhm. Blaise Zabini. Ring a bell?"

Harry shook his head. "Never heard of him."

"He's only the best criminal defense attorney in the state. Seriously, Harper. Open a newspaper sometime."

Harry frowned. "It's Harry."

Draco waved a hand and turned to walk into his cell. "Whatever."

Without thinking, Harry grabbed his wrist. "Wait—"

Draco yanked out of his grip with a sneer. "Don't touch me!"

Harry winced. "Sorry, it's just. D'you think Blaise Zabini would take my case?"

"Don't know. Don't care. Don't want to continue this conversation." Draco smiled sarcastically. "Goodbye Henry!" Draco stepped into his cell and shut the door in Harry's face.

Harry clenched his fists and shouted, "My name is Harry you asshole!"

When no response came, Harry sighed and walked back to his cell. When he returned, he grabbed a pen and ripped off the corner of his newspaper.

He pressed the paper against the wall and wrote: Blaise Zabini.