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06 June 2013 @ 08:36 pm
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so a while back i was like "man i love genderswap" but there is none in any of my fandoms (okay, hardly any) and i decided i wanted this -- and then promptly didn't do it because i got busy. BUT. here y'all go!


  1. prompt as much as you want.

  2. include fandom & pairing when you request.

  3. every prompt should in some way have genderswap -- whether it be always or suddenly, SOMEONE MUST CHANGE.

  4. that's it, them's the rules. (oh, and have fun!)

um. go! please. if you don't prompt things, this entry will be very lonely.
rumpledlinen: capricasixrumpledlinen on June 7th, 2013 12:38 am (UTC)
potentially evil, may just like red lipstick: [teen wolf] isaac lahey your faceeeeroslindi on June 7th, 2013 12:49 am (UTC)
so I've been absent from lj bc of "real life" (air quotes necessary) and I log on and see this gloriousness!! YOU'RE A STAR♥♥
portions_forfox on June 7th, 2013 02:54 am (UTC)

there will be really weird obscure prompts involved just roll with it
Meghanmagic_knickers on June 11th, 2013 09:09 pm (UTC)
i was just casually looking through my friends list for what is probs the last time (the permanent hiatus looms in the near future) and YOU POSTED THIS. are you trying to kill me, jasmine??

so i guess this is my final activity on lj because i appreciate genderswaps like nothing else. this is literally the best thing ever
potentially evil, may just like red lipstick: [teen wolf] erica is a flawless goddessroslindi on June 7th, 2013 12:58 am (UTC)
harry potter, female sirius black, ootp era: will the wind ever remember the names it has blown in the past?
potentially evil, may just like red lipstick: [white collar] nealroslindi on June 7th, 2013 01:02 am (UTC)
white collar, female neal caffrey/peter/elizabeth, well-behaved women seldom make history
potentially evil, may just like red lipstick: [teen wolf] erica is a flawless goddessroslindi on June 7th, 2013 01:11 am (UTC)
supernatural, female (vessel) castiel, love and possession aren't the same thing. didn't anyone ever tell you that?

Edited at 2013-06-07 01:12 am (UTC)
portions_forfox on June 7th, 2013 02:56 am (UTC)
rpf | girl!lennon/girl!mccartney + modern au | dear friend, throw the wine, i'm in love with a friend of mine.
portions_forfox on June 7th, 2013 02:57 am (UTC)
harry potter | girl!sirius/girl!james | you're pink, you're young, you're middle-class; they say it doesn't matter.
Meghanmagic_knickers on June 11th, 2013 10:19 pm (UTC)
i am filling this even if it kills me
Meghan: hp: hermionemagic_knickers on June 16th, 2013 08:32 pm (UTC)
some underlying meaning (1/1)
some underlying meaning (pg-13); james/sirius, james/lily, remus/sirius

“She's not even attractive,” Sirius tells her, pouting prettily into the mirror. Jaime shrugs, wipes the smudge of makeup from underneath her eye – shrugs because Sirius is always saying things like that. The spell that Remus used to fix her hair last week (and isn't it just the saddest thing that Remus has to fix her hair for her) eludes her.

“You're just jealous,” Jaime says. She shrugs again, watching as Sirius scoffs. Smooths out her hair. Jaime's fringe looks funny, but it doesn't really matter that much.


It isn't like Sirius has the best taste in romantic partners, regardless. That one time she had sex with Remus after last year's Gryffindor House New Year's Eve party left a tight, desperate look around his eyes that wasn't there before. It's not that Remus is ugly – he's not – or stupid – he's not that, either – but Sirius really should have thought a little bit more about his feelings. She'd trampled all over his heart without care and Jaime knows she hadn't meant to, that Remus really does mean something to her underneath all the sneering and the sarcastic comments.

So Sirius should very well leave her alone. Jaime can make her own decisions.

And really, Lily's beautiful.

Sirius is wrong, she's always wrong.


“Lily!” she calls out, running a little bit to catch up with the other girl. “You left your quill.”

Lily's tight expression (it's always tight when you talk to her, always annoyed or irritated or angry) fades into a perplexed sort of appreciation – her eyebrows ease down, her lips soften into some semblance of a smile. Jaime smiles back, handing her the quill.

“Thank you,” Lily says, tucking it into her bag.

“You're welcome,” Jaime says. She thinks of Sirius – can't help it, really – thinks of what she'd said earlier in the lavatory.

She's not even that attractive.


It's not even about her looks – it's Lily, it's the deeper parts of her.

And Jaime thinks of that tight look, of the frustrated scowl –

Sirius is just jealous.


Sirius is pouting for her reflection again when Jaime walks into the lavatory, her lips full and pink even without a spell.

“Remus kissed me last night,” she says rather suddenly, popping open another of her blouse's buttons. Jaime can see the top of her bra now – lacy and red, very Sirius. Jaime remembers that they'd left dinner early to go to the library, working on some assignment of McGonagall's. It had all seemed like very un-Sirius-like behavior. It figured that they hadn't actually worked on anything school-related.

“Oh?” Jaime says, adjusting her tie. She always looks disheveled regardless of what she does to the stupid uniform.

“Is that all you have to say?” Sirius asks, voice sharp. “That's it, really?” Jaime shrugs. What is she supposed to say?

“Did you kiss him back?” she asks after a tense moment. There's an odd look on Sirius's fair face, the skin so pale and unblemished that it's a little painful. Jaime can't help but think that Sirius is probably the most beautiful girl she's ever known.

This time, Sirius is the one to shrug.


When Sirius doesn't come on the full moon, Jaime gets her answer.


“You should talk to Remus,” Jaime says. It's after – two, three weeks after. It hurts to see her closest friends in such a mess.

Sirius laughs, the sound bright like tinkling bells.

“We both know where we stand,” she says.

“I don't know what that means,” Jaime says, eyebrows drawing together.

“Of course you don't,” Sirius says. There's some underlying meaning to the words that she doesn't quite grasp.


Sirius is just jealous.

And maybe Jaime knows more than she'd originally thought.
rumpledlinenrumpledlinen on June 16th, 2013 08:53 pm (UTC)
Re: some underlying meaning (1/1)
babe, this is the best thing and I love it. <3
Meghanmagic_knickers on June 16th, 2013 09:28 pm (UTC)
Re: some underlying meaning (1/1)
thanks, i'm so glad you love it ♥ ♥
portions_forfox on June 17th, 2013 06:48 am (UTC)
Jaime can't help but think that Sirius is probably the most beautiful girl she's ever known. OH MY GOD. Thank you times a million for writing this, and for writing it so perfectly, with this mounting unresolved tension and awesome characterization of badgirl!Sirius -- red lacy bra, of course -- and just how subtly the undertones are displayed idk it's just gREAT.
Meghanmagic_knickers on June 17th, 2013 04:08 pm (UTC)
badgirl!Sirius just felt right tbh. i'm so glad you like it!!!
portions_forfox on June 7th, 2013 03:04 am (UTC)
romeo and juliet | romeo/boy!juliet + modern au | the stars are not wanted now: put out every one; pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
portions_forfox on June 7th, 2013 03:06 am (UTC)
that 70s show | hyde/boy!donna | hey hey what can I do
portions_forfox on June 7th, 2013 03:10 am (UTC)
doctor who | girl!eleven/amy (boy or girl) | and it felt just like falling in love again
Kristina: #1xthe_originalx on June 8th, 2013 09:27 pm (UTC)
one direction | girl!zayn/girl!liam | skins!au as naomi/emily
Meghan: twi: j/bmagic_knickers on June 11th, 2013 10:23 pm (UTC)
twilight | girl!jacob/bella + pre-breaking dawn (for my sanity) | best friends forever or something like it
portions_forfox on June 22nd, 2013 02:00 am (UTC)
i fly like paper, get high like plans ( 1 / 2 ) | twilight | girl!jacob/bella | She has a defense, and it's a good defense, and it's that it was almost an accident. Almost.

Jacqueline Black is sixteen years old when Bella finds her. Sixteen years old. Too young to drink, too young to vote, barely old enough to drive. This is something Bella has to remind herself constantly. Sixteen.

And it’s not as though Jackie can boast a maturity much older than her age—she’s brash, and beautiful, and a little bit boy-crazy. She winks more than she breathes and her hair is long, black, tangled. Billy likes to say she is his little Quileute princess, looks just like their ancestors, looks just like Q’wati’s wife with wild hair flowing fishing salmon on the river Q’wayi’t’soxk’a.

She’s a funny thing. She braided Bella’s hair once, rocking on a white porch swing out in the settling dusk; she said, “You know why I’m here?”

Bella closed her eyes, breathed in deep—the ocean isn’t too far off, salt waves and cold wind. Leaned her head back onto Jackie’s shoulder. “No,” she said. “Why?”

Jackie laughed and it was soft. “To fix you.”

There are holes in Bella’s memory, things she cannot seem to fill in. Her father has told her about the months she spent holed up in her room, out in the truck late at night, out in the woods alone. She doesn’t remember. He’s told her about her sunken eyes, her greasy hair, her lips unsmiling. She doesn’t remember. She says she doesn’t remember much after Edward. He says she doesn’t remember much before Jackie.

Bella thought there was nothing in this world that could pull her out of wherever she was, whatever black hole it was that consumed her. Pain, pain she could overcome. But this nothingness—this nothingness she felt, this numbness, this complete lack of empathy for any facet of her life—she couldn’t face that. She thought she’d become incapable of caring about anything at all.

Here is Jackie: big eyes, long legs, wide grin.

She cares about that.

Jacquelyn invites her to a New Year’s party she’s throwing at her house and Bella comes and Bella hates it and Bella ends up laughing with just Jackie in the corner. The Christmas tree is still up and the amber lights are on, faces swimming before them in the dark while Bella’s eyes droop closed near midnight.

“Bells,” Jackie says, and she sets down her champagne. Bella says, “Hm,” feels Jackie shift her legs closer, warm skin. “Let’s get out of here.”

Bella’s eyelids flick up. “Jackie,” she laughs. “Jackie, this is your party.”

Her legs are across Jackie’s lap, Jackie’s toying with the fuzz on her warm Christmas socks, fingernails brushing her bare ankle. “They won’t notice,” Jackie says, eyes twinkling at bella, half-sided smirk. “That’s why I got them all drunk.”

Bella smiles, her eyes growing droopy again. “You don’t have to leave just for me,” she hums. “I’m capable of driving myself home.”

“Come on,” Jackie drums her fingers on Bella’s calf. “I want to.”

Before them the voices count down, the TV tuned into New York City a hundred thousand miles away, ten, nine, eight. . .

“Why?” Bella asks.

“Because,” Jackie’s voice is lilting, her laugh is warm, her face is gold in the Christmas tree lights and the shadows of the dark on the porch outside. Seven, six, five. . . “That’s what friends do.”

Bella’s face blanches. Her throat feels heavy. “Jackie,” she says, her wavering voice, four, three, two, “You’re my best friend.”


Jackie slides Bella’s feet off her lap, stands up, offers her a hand.

“I know that, silly,” she says.
portions_forfox on June 22nd, 2013 02:01 am (UTC)
i fly like paper, get high like planes ( 2 / 2 )

Jackie falls in love with her.

She tells Bella the way she tells her everything, the way she told her she is a werewolf, with her half-smirk and her long hair and her twinkling eyes, begging for something, hurting for something behind.

Bella goes for the first excuse, the easiest excuse, the least complicated one she can find. Because everything, everything now is complicated.

“I’m not gay,” she tells Jackie.

Jackie laughs, her head falls back. This time it’s not so untainted; her eyes aren’t so twinkly when she looks at Bella.

“Christ,” she laughs. “Neither am I.”

Bella almost kisses her, once. And she has a defense, and it’s a good defense, and it’s that it was almost an accident. Almost.

This time it’s in her kitchen, and they’re washing dishes as the sun goes down and listening to the radio spouting conflict in the Middle East and Jackie is just so much taller than Bella and Bella hands her a plate and Jackie takes it in her hands and is towering over her in one split second and Bella looks up and Jackie’s hand is in her hair, her eyes are big, young, innocent.

“You’re sixteen,” Bella breathes, and she closes her eyes, a different excuse this time.

“You love me,” Jackie says, and doesn’t kiss her, and doesn’t kiss her, and doesn’t kiss her. And Bella thinks, What a funny thing she is, and nearly dies to keep from stepping closer.

Edward comes back, and Bella comes back, and he says, “You won’t go back to the rez anymore.”

Here is the rez: salt waves, cold wind, sixteen.

She cares about that.
Meghan: twi: j/bmagic_knickers on July 2nd, 2013 04:35 pm (UTC)

this fic, tho. holy hell.

“You love me,” Jackie says, and doesn’t kiss her, and doesn’t kiss her, and doesn’t kiss her.

basically new moon-era j/b summed up in a single line tbh. you literally filled this prompt so perfectly and i can't stop smiling over this fic even tho it's not a happy fic. thank you, thank you, thank you! your characterization of jackie/jacob as this boy crazy tornado of a girl was so absolutely spot-on for me. and that little bit about charlie was perf, too.

you just managed to get teenage friendship down so realistically? like i can picture the scene at the new year's party so clearly. i don't even know what to say other than that I love this a lot. a lot, a lot.
portions_forfox on July 19th, 2013 11:54 pm (UTC)
omg thank you. I saw your prompt and I physically had to write it; why don't more people ship this? these are really terrible big questions!!!