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3 Weeks for DW: Transfic Mini Fest

ETA: While cis people are more than welcome to participate (and many have), please be aware that this is not for you or about you. The goal of this fest is to increase representation of trans people in fanfic and to celebrate the diversity of the trans community. I would like this fest first and foremost to be a safe space for trans people, one in which we are the norm and don't have to explain or justify ourselves. Both prompts and fills may contain terms, concepts, etc. that are unfamiliar to cis people. If you find yourself confused, hit up Google or Wikipedia. Do not ask people here to educate you.

three_weeks_for_dw starts on Monday the 26th, so I want to start collecting prompts for the transfic mini fest.

This is going to work like a kink meme, with one prompt per comment and then people post fills directly in response to the prompts. It will be open for new prompts during the fest as well, but I wanted to get the prompting started a little early so that there is stuff there once the fest officially starts.

Please don't post any fills until Monday (in your timezone), but you can start writing right away if something catches your eye.

Since I'm not compiling prompts, there's no specific format. Be as brief or detailed as you like, but make sure to include the fandom and characters (or specify "any fandom/character").

Prompts can be from any fandom, RPF or FPF, and can focus on either canonically trans characters or characters who are trans for the purposes of the fic. Prompts can be het, slash, or gen. No restrictions on rating. Really, no restrictions on anything, except be respectful, which should go without saying.

Prompts do not have to be "about" being trans. They can be something as simple as a pairing or a pairing + word/kink/lyrics. The point is simply to have more stories starring trans people. So if you want to write about issues, that's cool. If you just want to write a PWP, that's fine, too. Just one or more of the main characters in the fic needs to be trans. You can specify in your prompt who you want to be trans and whether you want them to be mtf or ftm, or you can not specify anything and leave it up to the writer.

For the purposes of this fest, trans means anyone who does not identify as the gender they were assigned at birth. Genderqueer and intersex characters are also welcome.

What I am not looking for is traditional "genderswap" fic, stories about cis people crossdressing, etc. and if you choose to leave/fill a prompt for intersex characters, please no sci-fi/fantasy "hermaphrodites", only real intersex conditions.

Feel free to ask questions if anything is unclear.

Anon commenting is on, so feel free to leave anon prompts and fills if you want.

After posting a fill, consider reposting to

transfic or (after the three weeks are up) the trans stories collection on AO3. If you post to AO3, there is now a canonical tag for the fest that you can use. And of course I'll be adding all fics to my transfic master list on delicious. :)

ETA (4/26/10): It is now the 26th in my timezone! You may begin posting fills!

A few guidelines for posting:

If posting a fill longer than will fit in one comment box, please post any subsequent parts as replies to the fill, rather than the prompt, so that it may be more easily linked.

Please put "fill" and the title of your fic (if you have one) in the subject line, so it's easier for people to find the fics.

Prompts can be answered more than once.

You may repost immediately on your DW or in another DW comm, but remember, no reposting outside of DW until three weeks after the date you post the fill.

ETA (5/18/10): The three weeks are over, but I will not be officially closing the fest. Please continue to leave both prompts and fills as long as you like.

The master list of fills is here.

I will have a master list of prompts at some point in the future as well, but it's a bigger job.

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first off: happy birthday!

Jay/Bruce, adult
Might spit like a girl but I hit like a guy

The best thing about being Robin is that he gets to fight (back). A bunch of thugs put their thick skulls together and decide to whale on a few of the kids working the stroll, waiting for johns? Robin can swoop down and take those motherfuckers to *school*.

The worst thing about being Robin -- right now, at least -- is that the Bat's always there. Ready to bite off a "slow down...stop it. Stop" whenever the fight is about to get good. Prepared to fold both Jay's arms behind his back and yank him backward, shove him aside, tell him to cool off and turn in the towel.

Easy for him to turn it on and off. Not for Jay.

One of the girls is still sitting on the curb, holding her ribs, mascara streaking down her face. Her big feet are turned inward, pigeon-toed, the ruby-red polish chipped off the nails.

Jay knew her once. Before the Bat, after the reform school. She helped cut his hair, traded a Gotham Knights jersey for his pink cotton sweater, let him crash in her room a few times.

But Robin doesn't know her, so all he can do is give her one of the stupid fucking cards with numbers for emergency services and hotlines you can call and get judged by some middle-class asshole kid.

"Yeah, thanks," she says and clutches the card. More than half the sequins are missing from her dress, showing plain yellow elastic, no glitter.

Jay's glad all over again he broke that mouthbreather's arm.

Should've done more.

*

At the end of the night, he misses the old Ace bandage he used to wear to bind. At least that thing gave way a little, so he could breathe in the early hours of the morning. This binder, bought with a rich man's money, this thing never gives up. It's stronger than he is, it'll outlast the apocalypse, it's sure to push his tits out his shoulder blades.

*

Back in the Cave, he strips out of the binder and changes into briefs and a loose singlet. He works the bag for a good long while, until sweat soaks him and slicks the mats. He loves the way his sweat stinks these days, sour and thick, onions and mud. Like the thatches of hair under his arms, the prickling stubble along his jaw, the stink grounds him, drives him, fixes him just where he wants to be.

Tonight, though, he needs *more*. Getting shoved out of the fight left him with something like blue balls, with rage and energy seething and foaming through him.

He wants to fuck, bite and screw and *grind*. He needs to shake through this storm of static and jitters.

He wants, and needs, and yells.

And all fucking Bruce does is push away his papers and say mildly, "We'll have to talk to Leslie about your Delatestryl dosage."

Jay hops onto the table and rolls his eyes. "It's not the T, asshole."

Under the fluorescent lights, Bruce's eyes are blue like morning snow. "You don't say."

Jay kicks him in the chest; Bruce grabs his ankle, folds his fingers around the joint. Point taken, asshole, you're bigger than anyone beside Superman.

"Fuck you," Jay says instead. And, "Fuck you, this ain't the hormones."

"What is it?" Bruce's thumb sweeps over the arch of Jay's foot. His mouth is wide, and intelligent, and when it curves like that, it's all Jay can do to stay still. All he can do to hold his breath and resist launching himself into Bruce's lap and holding on, fucking his brains out.

Before Bruce can repeat himself -- because he *will*, he always needs the last word, needs to be reasonable and factual and all those things -- Jay scoots forward, kicks Bruce's chest again, and says, "Suck my dick."

Bruce's eyes hold him, spear him right there like some dead bug, and then -- then he's folding forward, falling to his knees, ruching up into something all mouth and bright eyes. He tugs Jay's briefs down, the fabric ripping in his fist, and that's *it*.

Jay packs when he's at school, when he's Robin.

Not now.

He doesn't need anything more than his clit and Bruce's fucking perfect mouth right now to feel bigger than Jack Wrangler, butcher than Superman, better than anything. He fucks Bruce's tongue, clutches his silky hair, thrusts and shouts and comes with a wrenching, squelching cry.

And only now can he go loose, heavy as a corpse, and let himself be gathered up in those big arms, feel his hair petted and eyelids smooched with sticky lips. Bruce calls him son and darling and baby boy and Jason wraps his arm around Bruce's neck and gets carried to bed.

[end]

!!!!!!!

I hope you know you just blew my goddamned mind, bb, because this is that fucking awesome and hot and aaaaah I love this, it's so perfectly what I was hoping for from this prompt. The descriptions are so immediate and - I want to say brutal, it's the only word that comes to mind, but that's not quite right - they hit like a fist that unfolds into a caress, a caress of sensory detail that tightens till I choke on the potency of it.

It's so fucking perfect; so them, so - if I get nothing else as a birthday present, this makes getting another year older worth every minute.

THANKS.

Oh, sweetness, you deserve the *world* for your birthday. I am over the moon to know that this worked for you -- thank YOU.

OMG WOW. This is awesome.

Oh my GOD, JASON.

I did rockstar arms and scared the cat and oh, JASON.

At the end of the night, he misses the old Ace bandage he used to wear to bind. At least that thing gave way a little, so he could breathe in the early hours of the morning. This binder, bought with a rich man's money, this thing never gives up. It's stronger than he is, it'll outlast the apocalypse, it's sure to push his tits out his shoulder blades.
Fucking hell, that's beautiful. Oh, Jay. JAY.

I love that Bruce is *right there* with him, giving him everything he needs, and helping him be the Robin and Jason and wonderful boy he wants to be.

*beam* Bruce loves his boys, all of them, in all their differences. <333

Thank you so much!

rkjhrtre THANK YOU, my day is made.

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gloss - 2010-04-28 00:56 (UTC) - Expand

Oh my god. oh my god. This is so plausible that it's almost frightening; you make this so real that you had me from the first line. Jay is sharp and harsh and gorgeous and it makes my heart sing. Plus the way he has Bruce on a string!

And only now can he go loose, heavy as a corpse
And I SHUDDERED at this line. Good work. The entire last paragraph is so crystalline and awesome.

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gloss - 2010-04-28 00:57 (UTC) - Expand

oh wow oh wow oh wow! this is so fucking awesome. just...so awesome!

i love how physical it is:

Prepared to fold both Jay's arms behind his back and yank him backward

He loves the way his sweat stinks these days, sour and thick

Under the fluorescent lights, Bruce's eyes are blue like morning snow.

He fucks Bruce's tongue, clutches his silky hair, thrusts and shouts and comes with a wrenching, squelching cry.

i could just feel this, all the way through me. jason!

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gloss - 2010-04-28 15:18 (UTC) - Expand

Oh my. I'm not usually even that *interested* in this subject matter, and this is still perfect and wonderful and works so well. JAY!

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gloss - 2010-04-28 15:21 (UTC) - Expand

*gah*, this is *amazing*. Oh, Jason.

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gloss - 2010-04-28 15:18 (UTC) - Expand

Gloss, you continue in glory. This is the Jason story I've needed for years without ever knowing it.

(EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!)

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gloss - 2010-04-28 15:17 (UTC) - Expand

!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK, so the PMS is strong within me right now, so I'm constantly on the verge of tear anyway but this:

This binder, bought with a rich man's money, this thing never gives up.

This is the part where I started bawling like a baby. I don't even know what it is about this particular bit except Bruce making sure Jay has the very best of what he needs and and TEARS! Many many tears, but they are good tears, so that's OK.

This is seriously amazing.

Wow! That's really powerful and totally riveting. I loved it a lot, even though I had to Google Jason Todd because I had no clue that there was a second Robin. Um. Yeah...I haven't read DC Comics in at least thirty-five years. LOL

Thanks so much!

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gloss - 2010-04-28 17:31 (UTC) - Expand

OMG this is AMAZING. Holy shit, good job! I REALLY WANT MORE IN THIS VERSE >_< and I don't even ship Bruce/Jason!

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gloss - 2010-04-29 12:38 (UTC) - Expand

This is amazing. Just incredible. I love your way with words (and with Jason, though that's the opposite of news).

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gloss - 2010-04-30 02:02 (UTC) - Expand

This is awesome. I love it. :)

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gloss - 2010-04-30 11:52 (UTC) - Expand

This is just so, so perfect. There are so many details that fucking bowl me over -

One of the girls is still sitting on the curb, holding her ribs, mascara streaking down her face. Her big feet are turned inward, pigeon-toed, the ruby-red polish chipped off the nails.

Jay knew her once. Before the Bat, after the reform school. She helped cut his hair, traded a Gotham Knights jersey for his pink cotton sweater, let him crash in her room a few times.

But Robin doesn't know her, so all he can do is give her one of the stupid fucking cards with numbers for emergency services and hotlines you can call and get judged by some middle-class asshole kid.

The setting and atmosphere and backstory here, they're so vivid and raw and real and I love it. I love how fluidly you've drawn all this, all the details about Jason's transitioning and how they click for him and put him where he needs to be, it's wonderfully visceral and not even a tiny bit heavy-handed, and then Bruce with his concerned-but-paternalistic assumptions about hormones vs. the anger and aggression and violence that is just Jason, who he's always been...eee it's so awesome!

And this whole fucking section, shit:

Before Bruce can repeat himself -- because he *will*, he always needs the last word, needs to be reasonable and factual and all those things -- Jay scoots forward, kicks Bruce's chest again, and says, "Suck my dick."

Bruce's eyes hold him, spear him right there like some dead bug, and then -- then he's folding forward, falling to his knees, ruching up into something all mouth and bright eyes. He tugs Jay's briefs down, the fabric ripping in his fist, and that's *it*.

Jay packs when he's at school, when he's Robin.

Not now.

He doesn't need anything more than his clit and Bruce's fucking perfect mouth right now to feel bigger than Jack Wrangler, butcher than Superman, better than anything. He fucks Bruce's tongue, clutches his silky hair, thrusts and shouts and comes with a wrenching, squelching cry.

blew me the hell away.

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