Masterlist
This is the fic masterlist. The original fiction masterlist is here.
Bruce/Joker [AKA greyspace-between-Batman-and-Bruce/Joker]
Title: Immediate and Morbid Curiosity
Fandom: Batman [Nolanverse]
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/The Joker
Rating: NC-17? Ish?
Warnings: Sex. Uh. Wrestling? Knives? Shouldn't that kinda be a given for this pairing, really?
Disclaimer: B-man, his secret identity crisis, and Mistah J are not mine. Thanks, Bob Kane/Chris Nolan/et all!
Notes: for the batmankink meme, except I went completely, bafflingly overboard (6799 words).
Prompt: Bruce is enjoying a quiet meal at a high-class restaurant, when he spots a very familiar face-sans-greasepaint, pristinely suited, and with a high-class date-at another table.
femme!Bats/Joker
This will eventually be a series of one-shots, but it is not, technically, a WiP.
Title: Roses
Fandom: Batman, Nolanverse-ish
Summary: "You really--" he gasps, between laughter, between punches, "--think this--" his breath cuts off, and not because she just hit him hard enough to break his nose, she knows she did, but because impossible as it seems, the laughter doubles, "--is about you punching me?"
Pairing: femme!Batman/Joker
Rating: Uh, you know, NOTHING BAD happens? I'm shocked. PG-15?
Warnings: Well, Batsy's a girl. There's that. There's a lack of sex. Yep.
Word count: 2,494
Disclaimer: Batman in any gender is not mine, nor is the Joker.
Batman/Joker - both dudes; less about the Bruce and more about the Bat
Title: Shared by two
Prompt: Folie à deux, for the knightvsanarchy challenge, round 16
Word Count: approx 4k
Rating: Always R just to be safe.
Summary: There's more than one type of delusion.A gun? Nothing so easy for you, moonbeam.
Disclaimer: Neither clown nor bat nor supporting anyones are mine.
Warnings: crazy.
Croon at the Moon
*WiP* - the current grand epic I'm working on
Prompt: "Werewolf/Shifter Joker - In TDK, there are lots of allusions to the Joker's crazy-dog/lone-wolf nature. Batman discovers that these descriptions are a little more accurate than anyone realizes."
Rating: Uh, language, so...PG-13 for now?
Pairing: Batman/Joker, Bruce/Joker, eventually.
Warnings: Tch, nothing too awful ever happens in my exposition. Uh, this might count as hurt/comfort, if you squint.
Word count: 3,715
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine...
Earth-3
Title: Blink
Status: COMPLETED!
Fandom: Batman, Earth 3
Summary/Prompt: Bruce blurts out an incredulous laugh when he sees Owlman. Owlman really, really doesn't like people laughing at him; nor does he like someone else wearing his face. Owlman draws an owlarang and prepares to slice. "Who's laughing now?"
Pairing: Owlman/Batman, Batman/Jokester, heavy on the Batman/Joker, mentions of Owlman/Jokester
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Owlman. Violence. Non-con. Language. In fandom terms: Knifeplay, bloodplay, selfcest. THEN: some violence, dub con.
Wordcount: somewhere over 10k
Disclaimer: Batman and Owlman, the goddamn, are not mine.
For endcredits, who gave me the prompt, every step of the way. ♥
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
now with bonus author talk!
Triangles
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: NC-17, to be safe
Warnings: blowjobs, homophobia, brief holocaust imagery.
Summary: see warnings? It is a truth (almost) universally acknowledged that a single man sucking dick is more gay than a man getting his dick sucked. This is why Charles Xavier's knees are scuffing against cheap hotel carpet, why his palms are pressed against thin hotel wallpaper. It isn't the first time he's been in this position, and it isn't even his first time with Erik. It's never been the other way around, but here's the thing about Charles: he's willing to take one for the team.
Blueberry jam this morning
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: hard R for porn
Wordcount: 2722
Summary: Erik does not understand sex relationships. Charles is bossy. Emotions!
Erik still sort of can't believe this is happening.
"Charles," Erik breathes. He watches Charles touch himself, transfixed.
"Fucking move," Charles groans, and so, Erik does.
Surprise
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: PG-13, ish
Wordcount: 512
Summary: A short silly snippet about clashing styles.
"If you run off without telling me where you go or when you'll be back, I have no way of knowing if something happens to you, Charles." Erik ignores the proffered--gift?--which is now pushing against his abdomen wetly, and instead closes the door behind Charles.
These are my friends; see how they glisten
WiP
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ii
Roadtrip. Charles is bad at mornings; Erik is irritated; Charles is whiskery, and also projecting. Telepathy, shaving, trust issues, sexual tension.
I'm working on a cooking fail prompt, this prompt, far too many other prompts including some I'm anon for, and a massive awesome AU with uniformly I AM SO BEHIND ON EVERYTHING, OHMYGOD.
Charles Xavier's Home For Wayward Canines
WiP
An AU where Erik is a vegan animal rights activist who rescues pitbulls and Charles has a vicious dachshund named Patches and eventually they open a dog shelter together, but not before awkward meadow bellyrubs and dog boners and shoes getting puked on.
Part One
"What kind of mileage does this piece of shit get?"
"Sshh," Charles repeated, almost the same noise from earlier as he opened his door and patted the car lovingly on the hood, "This was my father's car, you know, and I've kept her in excellent condition."
"Captain Planet hates you," Erik said, getting in.
The Untitled Drive fic
Fandom: Drive
Rating: R-lite
Warnings: Bleeding, gunshot wounds, some slashiness
Wordcount: 1910
Summary: An AU where Standard does not immediately die.
Where the fuck had this guy been before Standard got caught? Then maybe he never would have done time in the first place.
Oh, well. You lived, you learned. Or you died, maybe, in the backseat of a Chevy Impala, which was, in Standard's opinion, slightly worse than dying in the backseat of a 1973 Chevy Malibu, not that he was a huge car guy or anything.
Bruce/Joker [AKA greyspace-between-Batman-and-Bruce/Joker]
Title: Immediate and Morbid Curiosity
Fandom: Batman [Nolanverse]
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/The Joker
Rating: NC-17? Ish?
Warnings: Sex. Uh. Wrestling? Knives? Shouldn't that kinda be a given for this pairing, really?
Disclaimer: B-man, his secret identity crisis, and Mistah J are not mine. Thanks, Bob Kane/Chris Nolan/et all!
Notes: for the batmankink meme, except I went completely, bafflingly overboard (6799 words).
Prompt: Bruce is enjoying a quiet meal at a high-class restaurant, when he spots a very familiar face-sans-greasepaint, pristinely suited, and with a high-class date-at another table.
femme!Bats/Joker
This will eventually be a series of one-shots, but it is not, technically, a WiP.
Title: Roses
Fandom: Batman, Nolanverse-ish
Summary: "You really--" he gasps, between laughter, between punches, "--think this--" his breath cuts off, and not because she just hit him hard enough to break his nose, she knows she did, but because impossible as it seems, the laughter doubles, "--is about you punching me?"
Pairing: femme!Batman/Joker
Rating: Uh, you know, NOTHING BAD happens? I'm shocked. PG-15?
Warnings: Well, Batsy's a girl. There's that. There's a lack of sex. Yep.
Word count: 2,494
Disclaimer: Batman in any gender is not mine, nor is the Joker.
Batman/Joker - both dudes; less about the Bruce and more about the Bat
Title: Shared by two
Prompt: Folie à deux, for the knightvsanarchy challenge, round 16
Word Count: approx 4k
Rating: Always R just to be safe.
Summary: There's more than one type of delusion.A gun? Nothing so easy for you, moonbeam.
Disclaimer: Neither clown nor bat nor supporting anyones are mine.
Warnings: crazy.
Croon at the Moon
*WiP* - the current grand epic I'm working on
Prompt: "Werewolf/Shifter Joker - In TDK, there are lots of allusions to the Joker's crazy-dog/lone-wolf nature. Batman discovers that these descriptions are a little more accurate than anyone realizes."
Rating: Uh, language, so...PG-13 for now?
Pairing: Batman/Joker, Bruce/Joker, eventually.
Warnings: Tch, nothing too awful ever happens in my exposition. Uh, this might count as hurt/comfort, if you squint.
Word count: 3,715
Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine...
Earth-3
Title: Blink
Status: COMPLETED!
Fandom: Batman, Earth 3
Summary/Prompt: Bruce blurts out an incredulous laugh when he sees Owlman. Owlman really, really doesn't like people laughing at him; nor does he like someone else wearing his face. Owlman draws an owlarang and prepares to slice. "Who's laughing now?"
Pairing: Owlman/Batman, Batman/Jokester, heavy on the Batman/Joker, mentions of Owlman/Jokester
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Owlman. Violence. Non-con. Language. In fandom terms: Knifeplay, bloodplay, selfcest. THEN: some violence, dub con.
Wordcount: somewhere over 10k
Disclaimer: Batman and Owlman, the goddamn, are not mine.
For endcredits, who gave me the prompt, every step of the way. ♥
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
now with bonus author talk!
Triangles
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: NC-17, to be safe
Warnings: blowjobs, homophobia, brief holocaust imagery.
Summary: see warnings? It is a truth (almost) universally acknowledged that a single man sucking dick is more gay than a man getting his dick sucked. This is why Charles Xavier's knees are scuffing against cheap hotel carpet, why his palms are pressed against thin hotel wallpaper. It isn't the first time he's been in this position, and it isn't even his first time with Erik. It's never been the other way around, but here's the thing about Charles: he's willing to take one for the team.
Blueberry jam this morning
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: hard R for porn
Wordcount: 2722
Summary: Erik does not understand sex relationships. Charles is bossy. Emotions!
Erik still sort of can't believe this is happening.
"Charles," Erik breathes. He watches Charles touch himself, transfixed.
"Fucking move," Charles groans, and so, Erik does.
Surprise
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: PG-13, ish
Wordcount: 512
Summary: A short silly snippet about clashing styles.
"If you run off without telling me where you go or when you'll be back, I have no way of knowing if something happens to you, Charles." Erik ignores the proffered--gift?--which is now pushing against his abdomen wetly, and instead closes the door behind Charles.
These are my friends; see how they glisten
WiP
i
ii
Roadtrip. Charles is bad at mornings; Erik is irritated; Charles is whiskery, and also projecting. Telepathy, shaving, trust issues, sexual tension.
I'm working on a cooking fail prompt, this prompt, far too many other prompts including some I'm anon for, and a massive awesome AU with uniformly I AM SO BEHIND ON EVERYTHING, OHMYGOD.
Charles Xavier's Home For Wayward Canines
WiP
An AU where Erik is a vegan animal rights activist who rescues pitbulls and Charles has a vicious dachshund named Patches and eventually they open a dog shelter together, but not before awkward meadow bellyrubs and dog boners and shoes getting puked on.
Part One
"What kind of mileage does this piece of shit get?"
"Sshh," Charles repeated, almost the same noise from earlier as he opened his door and patted the car lovingly on the hood, "This was my father's car, you know, and I've kept her in excellent condition."
"Captain Planet hates you," Erik said, getting in.
The Untitled Drive fic
Fandom: Drive
Rating: R-lite
Warnings: Bleeding, gunshot wounds, some slashiness
Wordcount: 1910
Summary: An AU where Standard does not immediately die.
Where the fuck had this guy been before Standard got caught? Then maybe he never would have done time in the first place.
Oh, well. You lived, you learned. Or you died, maybe, in the backseat of a Chevy Impala, which was, in Standard's opinion, slightly worse than dying in the backseat of a 1973 Chevy Malibu, not that he was a huge car guy or anything.