McFassy Fictional Character Crossovers
An open collection for transformative works featuring Michael Fassbender and James McAvoy fictional character (not RPF) crossovers, such as:
Carl Jung/Valentin Bulgakov
Edward Rochester/Tom Lefroy
If a work is tagged "X-Men: First Class (2011) RPF" it is not eligible, *unless* the work does not actually qualify as an RPF story. The "X-Men: First Class (2011) RPF" tag is currently in use as an AO3 tag workaround, since there is no way to request "give me every fandom in which Michael Fassbender or James McAvoy played a fictional role."
The question was how Caz was able to tell so much about the boy’s eyes. His eyes were striking, yes; still, they weren’t striking as his tailored midnight outfit, and much less than the prominent tattoo on his neck, deliberately left for view by his open-collared shirt. The only reason Caz had been able to get a good examination of his eyes was because the boy had slid into the seat across from him, reserved for Wesley when he joined Caz later for an English breakfast. And also because his eyes were boring into Caz with a vehement passion exclusively saved for his most beloved or greatest adversary.
… Or, on some odd occasions, both.
Caz locked eyes with the boy and greeted him with a grin, taunting menace flaring like wild fire.
“May I help you with something?”
“Nothing,” the boy leaned in, countering Caz’s grin with his own cheeky one as he said, “it’s just you look so much like my dad, is all.”
An unlikely encounter of Wesley and Caz with the ‘messiah of the fallen angels’ – Malachi.
Caz’s face was so close to his that their lips almost touched, his breath ghosting warmly over Wesley’s skin as he spoke, “There’s a couple there. Is it the man or the woman you have eyes on?”
He leaned back into his chair and took a long drag of his cigarette. Softly blowing the smoke to Wesley’s direction, he added, “Or… dare I say, both?”
“Neither,” Wesley replied after taking a moment to contemplate the sinuous tendrils of smoke lacing with his fingers. “Let’s say they’re old acquaintances from Chicago.”
Caz’s eyes widened in realization and he smiled, an actual smile, not his usual smirks or grins. For a split second he actually looked… benign.
“I see. Sack-of-shit best friend and cheating girlfriend. The last you’d expect to run into in Manhattan huh?”
Somewhat a sequel to "Beyond Flesh & Skin"
“I dream about yours,” Caz’s hands snaked around Wesley’s slim waist and settled on the front of his jeans. Through the fabric he fondled the boy, feeling complacent with the not-so-subtle change. “Hope that’ll please you.”
A click sound echoed in his ears and all of sudden his lips were kissed by cold metal. The same gun he’d used on his cellmate was now threatening to blow his brain off.
“Give me one good reason not to pull the trigger, motherfucker.”
“Do you what a ‘bolito’ is?”
“No. A ‘bolo’ is one of those skinny neckties... or one of those things you throw in Argentina.”
“Yeah, right. In this case, it's a mechanical device and it has this small electric motor with this rather incredible compound gear that retrieves a steel cable. Battery-driven. And the cable is made out of some unholy alloy, almost impossible to cut it. And it's in a loop. And you come up behind the guy and you drop it over his head and you pull the free end of the cable tight and walk away. No one ever even sees you. And pulling the cable activates the motor and the noose starts to tighten...and it continues to tighten until it goes to zero.”
“It cuts the guy's head off.”
“Yeah, well, it can.”
“There's nothing he can do.”
(The Counselor – 2013)
“What is he to you, Wirth?” He restrained from using ‘monster’ to address the Nazi monster; he would not risk enraging Charles when he was unsure about the nature of their relationship.
'My summer's rain. My winter's fire...'
Victor was unimpressed with Charles’s declaration of romance.
'My hunger's feast.'
Charles punctuated it with a smile that made Victor shudder.
A missing scene from the movie Town Creek/Blood Creek (2009) which explains Victor’s strange behavior at the end and dedicates to Mcfassy pairing.
7 Nov 2011
Summary: McFassy crossover. Valentin Bulgakov (James McAvoy), Tolstoy's personal secretary, suffers from hysterical sneezing fits. Tolstoy sends Valentin to Zurich to be cured by the famed psychoanalyst Carl Jung (Michael Fassbender). Jung is soon passionately involved in the case of his new patient.
Psychoanalysis is in essence a cure through love. —Freud, in a letter to Jung.
Bookmarked by GoldenGardenias
24 Jul 2012
one of the most stunningly written stories I have ever read