Three times Lettie thinks about kissing Jenny. One time she doesn't.

I needed a Jenny/Lettie from The Greatest Showman fic in my life. This story follows them throughout the movie through Lettie's perspective. Apologies in advance; one does what one must for the ships they adore.

The world is a jungle of concrete and paper, yet it shares the same thing every world shares. A legend, a dynasty, a dreamer, and a song.

A series of unrelated oneshot stories that rely on the jumbled musings of a mad woman, and will include whatever characters or AU's she currently fancies. Be prepared for pale queens, murderous big...egos, ticking gods, madly-hatted gingers, and the occasional appearances of one grinning feline. Reads and reviews appreciated.

What happens when a fighter stops fighting? What happens when she stops needing to? Iracebeth has lost her crown but regained her sister. Now she must live in a world that she will never quite fit in with. Mostly because they want her head. Irony abounds. Spoilers for Alice Through The Looking Glass. Rated M for graphic violence in chapter three. Read and review, if you please.

An AU based on the tumblr post "Person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slaps 20 bucks on the counter and says "How do I passive-aggressively say f*** you in flower?" featuring Iracebeth and Time. Possibly the ugliest summary I've ever written, but I beg you to give this story a chance, as the author (me) is a needy child fueled by compliments.

If you dip your toe into the world of fashion, you'll pull back a bit of madness with you. Alice Kingsleigh is a photographer, jumping headfirst into the world of fabrics and wonder and rivalry between two sisters who co-own a world-renowned fashion industry. She doesn't know it yet, but she's about to pull back more madness than she will know what to do with.

Even as the curtain falls, things are still happening onstage. And even when the show seems over, it never truly is. Smash is supposedly done, but if I have my way, it most assuredly is not!

There are different kinds of Effie's. There's the Capitol Effie, the District 13 Effie, the painted butterfly Effie, and the rebel-garbed Effie. Which Effie is the real one? The scared one.

I apologize. This isn't a Sunday In The Park With George fiction, it is an A Little Night Music fiction. There wasn't a category for ALNM, and I don't know how to make one. Again, I apologize. Once I figure out how to make a category, I will move this fic. If you read this, thank you. If you don't, thank you for allowing this to be here.

Writing love letters is romantic, sending them is hard. Someday they'll finally be able to say what's on their hearts, but until then it's secret adoration and unsent confessions.

Beca's not an easily flustered girl. She's distant and moody and totally chill... until she's around a certain blonde German. You're supposed to insult the enemy by calling her gorgeous, right?

This is a story about two hearts breaking to a Tina Turner song. Previously written on the fic Competition Isn't A Thing, It's Everything.

The Doctor, with his floppy hair, his ever present sonic screwdriver, and his companion in the Tardis. A wife, he never talks about. And a sadness, for when he's alone. Does time heal all wounds?

The world of Once Upon A Time is pretty chaotic, now imagine it in high school!

My take of some canon and non-canon things about Smash season 1.

Every villain has a villain, every horror came from a horror. Everyone has a reason for what they do, what's the Beldam's reason?

Once upon a time, there were two little sisters, one white, one red. One wanted her sister's approval, the other wanted her head...

Sherlock crosses paths with River Song... Heaven help us all...

Oneshots of River Song and her Sweetie

Some of these oneshots are old, some are new, the characters are borrowed, and the Doctor's box is blue!