#reluctantspaceking

“Oh? Thanks, I actually designed it myself, and-” Wait, that was most assuredly a pickup line, and he was about to ruin it. There was no harm in flirting with faceless strangers, right? “But actually, I find yours to be much more captivating. I bet the face underneath is even better.“ Lame. Lame. Lame. You blew it, Teddy. Too little, too late.

A grin tugged at Billy’s lips as the stranger began to explain, genuine interest sparking in his eyes. He’d been trying to flirt, but at least if the stranger was going to brush him off, he was doing it with style.

And then he changed course, complimenting Billy’s mask instead and turning his words around on him. Suddenly, Billy was glad of the mask not only for hiding his identity, but covering most of the soft flush as well.

       “Here I thought you were going to explain your mask craft...               Darn, I was going to steal your style next ball.”

“It’s not that I don’t know that, but… look, it’s over and done with. We’re okay now, right?”

@reluctantspaceking

It was that last coat of eyelashes stacked up on his lids when Billy had started feeling those familiar tingles.  The ones that started slow, rising up his curved, corset-clad spine, up the exposed skin of his back, narrow shoulders, and then down again, over the puffy chest and that waist he was so proud of. His high heel tapped against the tiled floor, his eyes on the mirror before him, and he could feel the stocking already attempting to slip from his gartner’s belt. God, he wished he would bring his good pair, but ah well. Not many would notice anyway, not when he had that short skirt and knew just how to work it. 

 It was a show and he was the main attraction, so even if he wan’t perfect, even if he was a bit messy, no-one would care. Not with the ruby-red lipstick so stark against his pale skin. 

 Marticia came rushing off the stage, already tugging on her wig, with a groan and puffy cheeks. Billy could see Nate slipping from under the pretense, his voice deeper and frustrated as he spoke up. “:.. Full house and not even half the tips I made in Conquer’s. This part of town really does suck.” 

 “That’s just because you’re not their favorite... No T no shade, but that’s totally my spot,” Billy slid into his persona for a moment, winked at the coworker, before giving that a honest, soft smile. “They’ll warm up to you, don’t worry. Drinks after?” He checked the wig one more time, let the curls frame his face where they fell from the updo, and smacked his lips approvingly at Nate’s distant ‘yeah sure’. “Okay then... Showtime.” 

 And with that and the soft clack of his heels, he made his way out of the dressing room and up onto the bright lit stage just as the announcer said his name, one that roared through the crowd gathered in the Avengers’ night club. 

 “Wicked! Wicked! Wicked!”

47:Crossdressing!AU


“Haven’t found anything that can kill me as fast as my body heals yet.” He tried to joke, wincing a little. “Okay, yeah. That was a little reckless, but you’re really one to talk. Are you gonna be okay?”

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5815783/chapters/13402300

Chapters are, unfortunately, unlabelled as to what pairing and prompt it is without going into the actual chapter. The other link I gave I actually skimmed and Em isn’t in any of those drabbles.