ok, finals are over and i'm FINALLY going to do what i've been wanting to do for a very long time.
i'm going to REC some of my favorite fanfiction/fanuniverses...be warned . . . most of these are slash . . .
ok. so.
By Fandom.
BATMAN/DC
Anything by
Te. I'm not kidding. Te is the one who got me into DC
Fanfiction and turned me into the Timmy fangirl that i am today. I have
been haunting her webpage for almost two years now and it's just oh so
wonderful!. Favotites on that page are
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THE RED AND THE BLACK. Red Hood!Jason and RotJ!Timmy (aka Blackbird) so twisted. so wonderful.
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THE INTIMATES. Avatar! OMG! Timmy is Oracle's. nuff said.
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EVERYTHING SPRING. an excuse for Robin!Jason and Robin!Tim porn. with a squeeltastic plot and, well, read:
It hits like a fucking brick. He's totally playing this exactly
like Bruce. *Exactly*, and -- and he really doesn't need
to say that out loud. No, he totally does. "You know,
Bruce, Tim really reminds me of you in a lot of ways."
And okay, it's kind of terrifying how true those words feel
once they're out of his mouth, it's a whole different brick,
or maybe the same one hitting him again, and the look
on Bruce's face is pure *Bruce*, now, but it's the one
Tim's giving him that's making him blush.
"Well, now, that's quite the compliment, Jason!" There's a
quiet smacking noise and Jason looks up just in time to
watch Mrs. Mac's hand patting Tim's wrist really kind of
hard and see Tim staring at the hand like maybe it belongs
to the same alien planet as the sugar cookies. "You
*thank* Jason now."
Tim blinks at Mrs. Mac. And then at him. And then he smiles
in a way that only manages to not be a smirk by the fact
that it's on *Tim's* face, and Tim's smirks are a lot sharper
than that. "Thank you, Jason."
there are sequels written by both Te and Petra. Find Petra's
here
and my personal favorite
THE ANGELS YOU NEED: Cowritten by Mary and Te you can find them
here.
It's halfway through the
fourth funeral when Jason realizes today's his sixteenth birthday.
That seems almost funny, and he'd laugh if he remembered
how.
It's sunny and there's no wind and someone's shouting
and honking their horn and swearing out on the road. Jason feels
like he's trapped in a bad dream, and imagines that if he tried to
run away his feet would drag and the air would turn thick as syrup.
And then his alarm clock would start beeping and he'd swear and
Bruce would tell him to watch his mouth.
Seems that even
though he's forgotten how to laugh, he still knows how to cry. The
tears sting his eyes and feel hot against his cheeks. He's been lost
in thought for a while, because now it's just him and Alfred beside
the new grave.
The headstone's an angel, sad-looking and tall
and elegant. Jason's got no idea what makes something classy or
tacky but it seems pretty tasteful to him. He stares at it until he
could draw it perfectly just from memory.
"Master Jason,"
Alfred says gently, resting a hand on his shoulder. "No more
graveside vows. Let this be an end to it all."
Jason doesn't
want to lie, not here. Not now. So he doesn't say anything before
turning away and walking back to the cars.
then Tim shows up. Then Steph. Then Tim becomes a cyborg and then it gets complicated. Read it. Now!!
Another Place To Be. again by Te.
Tim is Tim. Except, of course, when he
isn't... at which point things get complicated.
Natural Law by Te. Dick/Tim. Then Dick/Tim/Bruce. so very hot.
Go Down Knowing by Te. Tim/Bernard.
"I just want a little explanation, and..." Possibly to *strangle* you.
"You
don't have to look like a refugee from some tedious war movie."
Tim blinks. "Refugee."
"Yes."
"From a... war movie."
Bernard raises an eyebrow. And keeps it raised when Tim starts laughing,
because it really isn't the sort of laughter one could comfortably
*share*. It's
not a comfortable laugh at all.
All of Te's Teen Titans works
and finally CONTROL Timmy crossdressing. Dick loves it. So does Kon. and THE DROWNERS Ghost!jason meets Robin!Tim. . . and then my brain broke.
And really, the rest of Te's works. . . all of it. Freakin beautyful. we will be back to Teland later.
Lacey McBain Comrades in Arms.
Batman/Flash. Not my ususal paring but i was intrigued by On the Couch.
Psyc profiles on Batman, Flash, and Superman. Crazy, man, crazy.
Superman:
He sees a variety of farm animals. An unprecedented number of
cows. Horses. A cock, and he blushes when he makes sure I
understand he means a rooster. I blush right along with
him. How can anyone be afraid of this man?
“I like cows,” he admits.
Flash:
“Secret Identity.”
“Wally West.”
There’s a moment of absolute silence as I process what he’s said.
I can see him hang his head, and there’s no way he can backtrack from
that. I turn the name over on my tongue. Wally West.
It suits him somehow. I try to smile reassuringly.
“Flash--”
“You’re not going to tell Batman, are you? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure
that was on the list of things I wasn’t supposed to talk about.”
Batman:
“Bones of a child. Buried underneath a weeping willow.” I
want to wrap my arms around him and make it all go away. There’s
no one in the world that has enough love to give this man.
I don’t want to do it, and yet I turn another page. It’s like an
addiction. A sickness. I need to see what he sees. I
need to understand.
“A smile,” he says, and I think there might be hope for him.
“Like the Joker’s victims, full of yellow teeth and blood-red lips,
laughter spilling out like sickly gas.”
I stack the pages on top of the desk and try to banish the images from
my mind. I may never use this set of inkblots again. In
fact, I may burn them as soon as he leaves.
And Last for Today, but certainly not least, Dodge-Town by Shrift.
"Nice meeting you, Bernard," Dick says and stands up, and Tim slides
out of the booth after him, stuffing the donuts into his backpack.
Bernard waves at them jerkily as Dick guides Tim out of the diner with
a hand on his lower back. Dick's motorcycle is parked just outside, and
Tim crosses his arms while Dick straddles it.
"Thanks," he says. "Tomorrow I'm gonna be 'Tim Drake -- dude, gay, and I hear he's doing some older guy.'"
Dick smirks and tosses him the spare helmet. "Some hot older guy."
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