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  <title>breakfast on pluto fanfic</title>
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    <name>breakfast on pluto fanfic</name>
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  <updated>2006-04-24T14:24:44Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:3799</id>
    <author>
      <name>The early worm</name>
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    <lj:poster user="ima_pseudonym"/>
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    <title>Oh I Knew That, Princess (Bertie/Kitten fic)</title>
    <published>2006-04-24T14:21:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-04-24T14:24:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Oh I Knew That, Princess&lt;br /&gt;Author: ima_pseudonym&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Bertie/Kitten&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Notes: Written at &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ameyao_roinyi' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ameyao-roinyi.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ameyao-roinyi.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ameyao_roinyi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s request for a fluffy KittenFic. ^_^ Um... I have mixed feelings on this. At first I was like... Oh God! It sucks! And then I re-read it... and then I thought... Oh God! They'll think it sucks! And now I'm like... Eh. It could be much worse. And I really felt for Kitten, so I couldn't expect much better. Bertie is just so wonderful. (Except for that whole hypnotize and 'there's your mother' thing. That's sort of cruel.) Posted on request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/ima_pseudonym/pic/000a5yyf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bertie, please, I have to stop you. There's something you should know." Kitten muttered, as the magician stepped closer, breaking her heart that she should be forced to tell him what everyone else seemed to know, right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrified that he would become disgusted or, worse, angry at the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Or maybe what I should say is..." Bertie continued, ignoring her feeble attempt at confession. (She had never been very good at it.) And even as she became more and more frightened at his close proximity, she found herself leaning forward, desperate for this tender act she'd been starving for, most of her life. The sweet moment, when someone said they adored her without using words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something so simple as a chaste press of lips, which might convey the love and devotion she'd been denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would be a girl..." Kitten began to wring her hands, nearly crying at her own anguish. But Bertie had a right to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not a million miles away from..." She could feel his breath, now. Smell the mint of the tea they'd shared, not half an hour before. Back before she had worried about being suddenly thrust out of his favor, because of a mistake of birth, not her own fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, please don't." and she was sure of the mistiness in her eyes now, threatening to turn to tears that would spill out with her secret. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...where I'm standing." Her hands played at his jacket, not willing to push him away, when she wanted this so badly. Finally moving up to block his lips from closing the last few inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." Kitten pleaded, relieved that she hadn't let Bertie make any mistakes he might regret. She turned from him, hiding her hands in her pockets, as Bertie took a few slow steps beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's the matter, princess?" She loved when he called her that, and he was more than aware of this fact. But it did little to set her at ease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you see the thing is, Bertie..." her heart was fluttering madly, as she kept her eyes down on the worn planks of the dock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um..." A deep breath for courage that didn't come. But it was too late to turn back now. Now that they'd (not) had their first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?" Even now she admired Bertie's patience. The man was really much too good to be true. And he deserved to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a girl." she said quickly, looking him in the eyes, and asking... begging him to understand. To not hate her for it. There was nothing, now, but to brace herself for the reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I knew that, princess." Which was certainly not what she'd expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did?" There was no comprehension in this. It simply couldn't be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course." Slowly, her  mind began to wrap around the concept that he 'did' know, but had been so wonderful as to treat her as she'd want. And there was something so profoundly touching about that thought, that she felt as if she were glowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What I said was... It would be a girl &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; you." Kitten felt her throat tighten a moment, and then it all sank in. She let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, and turned, again to walk by him. Relieved that he'd known all along... and somehow hurt by it as well. Hurt though she couldn't possibly explain why. Perhaps it was because she realized there might never be a person who saw her and believed her to be as she saw herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps it was that all this time he'd been acting, when he called her 'miss' or 'lady'... or even her beloved 'princess'. The mistiness in her eyes developed into tears, one of which broke free, trailing down her cheek, and catching the sunset.  Bertie saw it, and stopped their slow pace again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kitten, are you alright?" He questioned, brushing the wetness with his thumb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just... Surprised that you knew." she admitted, feeling different even if his view of her hadn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid I knew right away..." he started, and Kitten's heart sank a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As well as I knew that you were someone I could love very much." With those words, he leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers, gently. And Kitten felt it then. Knew it to be truth. She 'had' found love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:3413</id>
    <author>
      <email>m.theunwieldy@gmail.com</email>
      <name>i'm cooking the veggies and valuing myself!</name>
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    <lj:poster user="meletor_et_al"/>
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    <title>fantabulous night to make romance</title>
    <published>2006-03-26T04:33:43Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-26T04:33:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">gee, it's been a while, but guess what? a Bruce Wayne/Kitten Crane drabble showed up tonight, when I least expected it.  I've missed having them around :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Moondance&lt;br /&gt;Author: Mel (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meletor_et_al' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meletor_et_al&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Length: 197 words&lt;br /&gt;Rating: general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/171146.html"&gt;can I just have one more Moondance with you, my love?&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;-fake cut; song and lyrics available at the top of the post; drabble in the ETA-&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:3219</id>
    <author>
      <name>Guanín</name>
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    <lj:poster user="guanin"/>
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    <title>Fic: Deepening</title>
    <published>2006-03-22T05:09:56Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-22T05:09:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Title: Deepening&lt;br /&gt;Series: The Tale of Jonathan and Kitten (Pt. 4)&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Batman Begins/Breakfast on Pluto&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Kitten has a surprise for Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don't own them.&lt;br /&gt;ANN: Thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='melty_girl' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://melty-girl.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://melty-girl.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;melty_girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guanin.livejournal.com/11831.html"&gt;Kitten has something planned for tonight&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:2860</id>
    <author>
      <name>Guanín</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="guanin"/>
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    <title>Fic: Living Arrangenments</title>
    <published>2006-03-03T02:27:32Z</published>
    <updated>2006-03-03T02:27:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Series: Tales of Scarecrow and Kitten (Pt. 3)&lt;br /&gt;Author: Guanin&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how much I wish I did. &lt;br /&gt;Summary: Jonathan and Kitten work out some details. &lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13&lt;br /&gt;AN Notes: Thanks to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='melty_girl' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://melty-girl.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://melty-girl.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;melty_girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the beta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guanin.livejournal.com/11524.html"&gt;I know what this is&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:2617</id>
    <author>
      <name>Guanín</name>
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    <lj:poster user="guanin"/>
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    <title>Fic: Late Dinner</title>
    <published>2006-02-25T01:37:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-25T01:37:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Series: Tales of Scarecrow and Kitten (Pt. 2)&lt;br /&gt;Author: Guanin&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Where Scarecrow goes upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;Rating: NC-17&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 3511&lt;br /&gt;AN: Follows Night Encounter. Thanks go to &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='melty_girl' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://melty-girl.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://melty-girl.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;melty_girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the beta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guanin.livejournal.com/11124.html"&gt;I haven't kept my word&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:2498</id>
    <author>
      <name>revolufantasy</name>
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    <lj:poster user="revolufantasy"/>
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    <title>Hmm.</title>
    <published>2006-02-24T03:24:10Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-24T03:27:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just a word of warnin', me darlin's. This is all &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meletor_et_al' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meletor_et_al&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s fault. XP She pushed me into posting this. Sorry it doesn't have a title. I could never come up with one good enough. I do not own anything related to Breakfast on Pluto, and you've now been warned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Book or Movie: Movie&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Kitten, Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Rating: R&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Joseph blames everything on Patrick's advances.&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Mention of rape, told in flashbacks. Dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph stewed in his pew that morning. That creature, that thing, that boy-girl, had the nerve to sit right behind him. What kind of an idiot was he? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Joseph, Joseph, Joseph." Kitten stretched languidly, leaning against the fence-post with a girlish giggle, hand over her mouth daintily. "So this is where the boys play?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph had stopped dead in his tracks the moment he'd spotted Patrick in the field beyond the edge of town. The other boy had evidently been spying on them, coming out to these old abandoned barns. The freak had finally come out of his hiding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"None of your business, Patrick. What with you bein' a girl and all." Joseph sneered, stomping past the freak into the barn. Aside from the few bales, it was empty. &lt;br /&gt;Kitten followed him in, twirling a long, silvery-green nail in her brunette curls. &lt;br /&gt;"Looks like we're finally alone." she sighed, clasping her hands together and batting her eyelashes at him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He winced. Patrick's words still ringing in his ears. He hadn't known why none of the other boys had shown up to dope, but he was fairly certain that if they &lt;b&gt;had&lt;/b&gt;, nothing that followed would've happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Get out, Patrick." Joseph groused, digging around in the bales for the good dope. "Go home." &lt;br /&gt;"Haven't got one, darlin'." Kitten sighed heavily and brushed her hand against Joseph's backside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his pew, he shuddered involuntarily. He could still feel that warm caress across his arse. It was weird, and eeire, and far beyond wrong. He blamed everything on that touch. Everything was Patrick's fault. That freak's fault. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Joseph let out a yelp and whirled round, pinning Kitten to the wall. "Never," he hissed, "touch me again!" &lt;br /&gt;Kitten's eyes were wide with fear but she checked it, giggling girlishly to cover her shock. "Oooh, Joseph, so manly...so forceful on a poor little girl like me..." &lt;br /&gt;"You wanna be a girl?" he snarled, shoving her against the wall of the barn, this time face-forward, while his other hand went down to his own trousers. "I'll show you the only thing a freakish &lt;b&gt;girl&lt;/b&gt; like you is fit for!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joseph squeezed his eyes shut tightly, gritting his teeth. It was anger, and frustration, he told himself. Good Catholic boys didn't want to bed other boys. Especially not curly-haired boy-girls who painted their nails and took home economics and batted their eyelashes and cried like a girl when they - when they - bled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh, Lordy - Lordy - oh, God, Joseph, stop!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, his stomach dropped when Patrick leaned forward and licked his lips in Joseph's ear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spite?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Still want to be a girl, you dirty whore?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, kiss me, Joseph, kiss me - " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spite.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Stop - oh - stop - you're hurting me!" &lt;br /&gt;"Say you're not a girl! Say it! SAY IT!"&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ready." &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:2062</id>
    <author>
      <email>m.theunwieldy@gmail.com</email>
      <name>i'm cooking the veggies and valuing myself!</name>
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    <lj:poster user="meletor_et_al"/>
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    <title>one day we'll return here/ when the Belfast Child sings again</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T02:35:59Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-10T02:35:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">posted last night, locked; failed to get run out of town for it, surprisingly; unlocked this evening and am posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: &lt;i&gt;The Phantom Lady!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length: 537 words&lt;br /&gt;Rating/Warning: mature sexual content; disturbing content&lt;br /&gt;Note: Somewhere in a small dark place between the book and the movie, this happened.  &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='ima_pseudonym' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://ima-pseudonym.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;ima_pseudonym&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coaxed it out, and I bit and kicked and screamed and fought but it would be written despite my best efforts.  I'm so very, very sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/153916.html#cutid1"&gt;'she looks just like her mother with that hair,' they say&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;fake cut goes to my journal&lt;/small&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:1981</id>
    <author>
      <name>Guanín</name>
    </author>
    <lj:poster user="guanin"/>
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    <title>Fic: Night Encounter</title>
    <published>2006-02-09T02:03:31Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-09T02:03:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Author: Guanin&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Breakfast on Pluto/Batman Begins&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 1634&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Jonathan Crane/Kitten&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Jonathan happens across Kitten one night.&lt;br /&gt;AN: This was inspired by &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meletor_et_al' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meletor_et_al&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s Kitten fic &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/_kittenfic/3307.html#cutid1"&gt;Chivalric Code&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks go to her and &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='melty_girl' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://melty-girl.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://melty-girl.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;melty_girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the lovely beta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guanin.livejournal.com/10913.html"&gt;She seems out of place here&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:1514</id>
    <author>
      <name>revolufantasy</name>
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    <title>Little fiction</title>
    <published>2006-01-31T15:25:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-31T15:25:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Just a little something that was rolling around in my head a few days ago. Musing about sex and gender and love, and how none of them really correspond. I just thought Kitten might feel the same way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Elusive Things&lt;br /&gt;Book or Movie: Movie&lt;br /&gt;Characters: Kitten, Billy Hatchet&lt;br /&gt;Word Count: 211&lt;br /&gt;Rating: PG-13/light R&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Kitten muses about love and what being a girl is really all about.&lt;br /&gt;Warnings: Slight spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Kitten thought, was a very elusive thing. Like gender. Neither one had anything whatsoever to do with the other, but most people obsessed over the supposed connection. And while you were born with your sex in your pants, your gender had little to do with your plumbing. It was a mental thing, she decided, as she leaned back against the cool interior wall of her House of Dreams. &lt;br /&gt;Billy – her Billy Hatchet – had come to visit her. &lt;br /&gt;Was this really love, love that they felt? Could she really – really, ever know that he loved her? Even though the world looked at her like she was a boy? &lt;br /&gt;Billy didn’t seem to mind, though, because he was talking to her in that sweet, low voice of his; light brogue permeating his speech and light fingers trailing down her cheek. Oh! but he was such a darling. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe her sex didn’t bother him, maybe it didn’t matter that under his leathers and under her skirts their bodies matched. Maybe it wouldn’t change his love for her. &lt;br /&gt;And, after all, thought Kitten. It didn’t matter what was in one’s pants; it mattered what was in one’s heart. &lt;br /&gt;Though Billy’s hand in her pants, sliding slowly down towards her arousal, didn’t feel too bad. &lt;br /&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:1132</id>
    <author>
      <email>m.theunwieldy@gmail.com</email>
      <name>i'm cooking the veggies and valuing myself!</name>
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    <lj:poster user="meletor_et_al"/>
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    <title>death by procrastination.  no srsly.</title>
    <published>2006-01-17T10:01:05Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-17T10:01:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I need to be packing.  Which completely excuses my posting fic notices, yes.&lt;br /&gt;(No actually it sorta does, because having finished, posted, unfeedbacked fic makes me antsy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Chivalric Code&lt;br /&gt;Author: Mel (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meletor_et_al' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meletor_et_al&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: &lt;i&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/i&gt; x &lt;i&gt;Breakfast on Pluto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Kitten Crane&lt;br /&gt;Rating: General&lt;br /&gt;Summary: The Dark Knight-Errant.  Or something similar.&lt;br /&gt;Length: 160 words&lt;br /&gt;Fake Cut: &lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/_kittenfic/3307.html#cutid1"&gt;Batman took her out to dinner, once.&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Golden Rule&lt;br /&gt;Author: Mel (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meletor_et_al' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meletor_et_al&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: &lt;i&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/i&gt; x &lt;i&gt;Breakfast on Pluto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Kitten Crane&lt;br /&gt;Rating: General with a warning for language&lt;br /&gt;Summary: The one with the gold makes the rules.&lt;br /&gt;Length: 886 words&lt;br /&gt;Fake Cut: &lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/_kittenfic/3386.html#cutid1"&gt;The Lady Prada.&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback is what I &lt;s&gt;give sexual favors&lt;/s&gt; live for!  Please feed the muses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-crossposted-</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:772</id>
    <author>
      <name>*</name>
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    <lj:poster user="feedtrevor"/>
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    <title>bop_fanfic @ 2006-01-13T01:10:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-13T04:40:51Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-13T04:42:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt;  Misleading Choices Part One (and follow the link to part two)&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Batman Begins\ BOP&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Dr. Jonathan Crane/ Bruce Wayne/ Kitten Braden&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 15, 730&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; NC-17&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/b&gt; This is a cross over between characters from Batman Begins and Breakfast on Pluto. I own nothing: Not even my soul because I sold it to slash years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/the_road_virus/2206.html#cutid1"&gt;Misleading Choices&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:559</id>
    <author>
      <email>m.theunwieldy@gmail.com</email>
      <name>i'm cooking the veggies and valuing myself!</name>
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    <lj:poster user="meletor_et_al"/>
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    <title>the best part of waking up...</title>
    <published>2006-01-09T13:16:47Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-09T13:18:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">...is never having gone to sleep.  Go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='shrieking_ell' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://shrieking-ell.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://shrieking-ell.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;shrieking_ell&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was asking about the relevant scene, and I seriously could not begin to tell her without my brain fizzling out, and also because ok whose brain &lt;i&gt;didn't&lt;/i&gt; want to go there during the movie?, I decided to write it into a kittenfic.  Those who have seen the movie will recognize the wardrobe.  And other *ahem* imagery.  I also snuck in some forehead sex!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: Go Baby Go&lt;br /&gt;Author: Mel (&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='meletor_et_al' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://meletor-et-al.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;meletor_et_al&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: &lt;i&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/i&gt; x &lt;i&gt;Breakfast on Pluto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: That Crack Thing (Jonathan "Kitten" Crane/Bruce Wayne)&lt;br /&gt;Rating: Les Smut, y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Summary: No, seriously?  It is &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; about the blue lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;Length: 2,169 words&lt;br /&gt;Fake Cut: &lt;b&gt;( &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/community/_kittenfic/3044.html#cutid1"&gt;The blue number was something Kitten picked out all herself&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross-posted.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bop_fanfic:393</id>
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    <title>bop_fanfic @ 2006-01-03T23:35:00</title>
    <published>2006-01-04T04:36:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-04T04:36:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A series of drabbles based on color (and one on the lack there of), written for &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='fanfic100' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic100/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif' alt='[info]' width='16' height='16' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://community.livejournal.com/fanfic100/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;fanfic100&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The table can be found &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/diyin/3527.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Breakfast on Pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden, the two police men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 011. Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; During the interrogation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face ground against the desk, blood pooling under him, spreading on the newspaper, Kitten giggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police men are not so inclined to laugh. Maybe if it was their willies covered up with a little red X, they'd find it funny. Instead of laughs he gets more punches, and then shoved against a wall once the police man is tired of hitting and threatening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten melts against the wall, sliding down, still breathlessly giggling. Wipes at his nose to find blood, bright red against his pale white skin.  There's no pain, just confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," Kitten whispers, then passes out again. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Breakfast on Pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 012. Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; The real color of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Orange.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten never saw someone's head disappear in a cloud of orange before. When Kitten was younger, fire was always colored red. Now, Kitten knows better. Learns at a disco, the real color of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire, bright,  deadly fire, is orange. Kitten watched her solider disappear into a orange explosion of death and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying there, half gone with shock, half convinced she was dead, if Kitten closed her tired eyes, she saw orange. Orange fire shattering the reflection of her and her solder in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delirious and worried about torn stockings, Kitten vows never to wear the color orange. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Breakfast on Pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 013. Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; G&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Young Patrick and a yellow dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yellow dress calls to him. It reminds him of a dress a woman in a movie wore. The tall dark and handsome leading man fell in love with her and her bright, yellow dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline's dress is faded with use, but when Patrick slips the yellow dress over his head, it's the same brilliant yellow as the woman in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the dress is on, Patrick waltzes to music only he, and his leading man, handsome in his suit, can hear. Patrick dances in the yellow dress,  until the front door opens and his dream world falls away.&lt;br /&gt; ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Title:&lt;/b&gt; Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fandom:&lt;/b&gt; Breakfast on Pluto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden &amp; Mr. Silky String&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 014. Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; What Kitten sees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Movie spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Green.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kitten is dying, soft, silky string tight against his neck, cutting off all his air, heart thudding in his chest, the world turns green. Why green, he does not know, and never will understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world turns green and takes him back to the fields where he, Irwin, Charlie and Lawrence played in. Dead birds, the two thousand dead birds Charlie wanted to paint, laying in the green field as Kitten gasps, chokes, scrambling for anything to save himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His hands find the perfume and the green fields slip away as he sprays Mr. Silky String right in the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden/Bertie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 015. Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Berti loves Kitten's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Movie spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertie loves Kitten's eyes. Calls attention to them on the stage. 'what's hiding behind those beautiful blue eyes' and lines like that that melt Kitten's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bertie's confession by the water, Bertie takes him home. Him, not  the woman Kitten feared Bertie truly thought he was. Bertie kisses him, touches him, makes him feel like the only girl alive in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertie lays Kitten on his back, so gentle it almost makes Kitten cry. Kitten's eyes close as Bertie presses into him, but Bertie takes his jaw, whispers, 'no, kitten, open your beautiful blue eyes.' And Kitten does. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden/Bertie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 016. Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; The aftermath of Mr. Silky String.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Purple.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Silky String left big, ugly, purple bruises on Kitten's poor throat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bertie is fascinated by them. Touches them lightly, asking who would damage such a beautiful creature. Mr. Silky String is Kitten's only answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Bertie asks if she's alright, Kitten nods. Of course Kitten is all right. Kitten is not serious serious like all the others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Kitten only sips coffee for breakfast, tea for lunch, and scotch and soda water for dinner. Bertie watches with big sad eyes but stays silent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be better, Kitten tells Bertie's sad eyes, when the ugly purple bruises go away. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden &amp; Billy Hatchet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 017. Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; The squaw outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy loves the squaw outfit. Kitten says it's a tad boring, all brown. But his make up and wig, he thinks, makes it glamorous enough to be on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show Kitten wouldn't call a success (though it was nice when Billy protected him with his body from flying beer cans), and Billy takes his Kitten away, and leaves his Kitten alone by the cliff, Kitten comes to hate the dress. Stares at it. HAtes it's very being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sleepless night, Kitten has herself a little bonfire, and watches the ugly brown burn to black. Much better that way. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden  &amp; Charlie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 018. Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; An outfit Kitten doesn't love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Movie spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid8"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Black.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An outfit Kitten doesn't want to put on, ladies and gentlemen. Who would have thought such an outfit exists in this terrible, sad world of ours. This dark world where wonderful, happy boys like Lawrence get blown to pieces by random red vans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked and all male, Kitten stands and frowns. Definitely an outfit Kitten doesn't want to wear. Black, mournful, serious outfit, freshly pressed and laid out on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten can't put it on. Not until Charlie comes up to get him. Takes it, and helps him put it on, takes his hand as they leave the room. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden/Billy Hatchet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 019. White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; Kitten's skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Movie spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;White&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, Kitten doesn't like his skin. Boring ol' white. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy likes it. Billy traces his tongue in paths only Billy knows, murmuring 'oh kitten' or other nonsense against his soft, mostly hairless skin. Billy bites some places, making his kitten purr with delight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten likes his skin after Billy's done . After Billy's fucked him and the two  lay on the floor of the cramped motor home. After all the biting, licking, sucking, fucking, Kitten is content with his marked, beautiful pale white skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; People, he thinks, will see these little love bites and think 'now there's a girl that's loved.' &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Characters:&lt;/b&gt; Patrick "Kitten" Braden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prompt:&lt;/b&gt; 020. Colorless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Word Count:&lt;/b&gt; 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating:&lt;/b&gt; PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Summary:&lt;/b&gt; When Kitten sees the Phantom Lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Author's Notes:&lt;/b&gt; Movie spoilers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colorless.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kitten sees the phantom lady that was swallowed up by London, the rest of the world fades away. Becomes colorless as he chases her through the subway. The walls fade away when he sees her in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All Kitten sees is his lost mummy and nothing else in the world matters. He's found her and she'll love him and hold him and take him home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends with him alone on a platform, or him laying on the floor wondering how his mother was in the mirror. The colors slowly seep back into the world and he's alone. &lt;br /&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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