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title: This Fierce Vein
pairing (fandom): Bruce/Natasha (MCU)
rating: explicit
content: sex pollen, edging, some cock bondage
length: 13k

summary: "Turns out I'm nearly as difficult to contain as you are." Bruce, Natasha, some sex pollen, and a panic room.

@ao3: this fierce vein

a/n: I don't know. I really don't. This got totally out of control. It was meant to be a fast and easy PWP, but two months and 13,000 words later, here we are. Set sometime before AoU, because you're not ever going to convince me they weren't already fucking in that movie. Just think of this as a sex pollen romance!

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title: the long tail
author: atrata
pairing: Tony/Pepper (MCU)
rating: explicit
length: ~9600 words
summary: "Dummy would be even worse at board membering than whatshisname, the narcoleptic with the Hawaiian shirts. And anyway, you'd just dilute my shares."

link: the long tail

a/n: Two stories in (almost) as many months! Weird. And apparently I'm just not ever going to get away from Tony Stark. This is something between a missing scene and a coda to IM2, starting after Tony and Pepper kiss on the rooftop and ending shortly before Tony tells Nick Fury he's in "a stable-ish relationship." I got a bug up my ass to write about Pepper during Age of Ultron but it turns out I'm way too much of an obsessive to do that without deconstructing the entire trajectory of their relationship prior to that point, so now this thing exists where they have a lot of sex and argue about stock options. :D? All thanks to destro for doing that thing she does and basically making this happen.

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title: My Unshaped Form
fandom/setting: MCU, between Winter Soldier & Age of Ultron
pairing: Bruce Banner/Natasha Romanoff
rating: explicit
content: semi-graphic violence, blood, mentions of past brainwashing, psychological torture & suicide attempts, scary medical science, needles
length: ~26k
summary: Of all the people they could have sent, they send Bruce Banner. In his defense, he seems to realize he has no chance of finding her.

AO3: My Unshaped Form

notes/credits: I think I wrote a romance. I think I wrote anything at all.

I spent some time in Prague in the summer of 2010 and all I thought about when I was there was Natasha, so I had some vague ideas that got less vague when Avengers came out. Shit happened and I didn't write for years, and then Winter Soldier came out and I picked this up again. Put it down, AoU trailer, picked it up. Put it down, realized the movie was coming out and I would lose this story if I didn't finish it first. I loved it too much to lose it, so I picked it up again and here we are, just under the wire. Hi. It's been a while, huh. <3

Alternate summary: Five funerals and a science experiment.

Massive thanks are owed to hive, who put up with innumerable emails about this story over the course of months and responded with patience, tolerance and gifs of Mark Ruffalo's mouth; to my science and medical advisers (e & j, respectively); to my crack team of beta readers and plot trolls (murklins, luna, amonitrate, destro); and all the people in my life who had to listen to me talk about this story and were kind enough to do their eye-rolling in a place I couldn't see it. As usual, all the best ideas in this story belong to other people and all the mistakes belong to me.

The title is one possible translation of the word "golem." I had a big list of which pieces of canon were used and which were ignored, but even I don't care about that anymore. Ask if you want to know. The quote at the beginning is Aleksandr Pushkin (via Chekhov), as is poetry snippet at the end. The translation is by Maurice Baring and can be found in Poems, Plays, and Prose of Pushkin, edited by Avrahm Yarmolinski.

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title: Interactions
characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts (the Tony/Pepper is there if you squint, I guess)
rating: PGish
warnings/kinks: none
length: ~400 words
summary: Hubble is dying, and Tony is drunk.
notes: gabs asked me for extremis & Hubble a million years ago. This is comics extremis, not IM3 extremis. And it's not much, but hey, it's better than nothing.

[ao3] link: Interactions

***
...so hi! I have no idea if anyone is still around! Is this thing still a thing??

It doesn't actually SEEM like it's been more than four years since I posted any fic, and yet! Here we are. I'm always hesitant to declare myself Back, but I've been around a lot more the past month and I'm definitely writing a lot, so that's something. I'm not sure WHAT exactly, but something for sure.

Anyway, I am kinda sorta hanging out on tumblr but I don't know what I'm doing there so basically I'm lurking until I figure it out. I have found a few of you, but I haven't done much Tracking People Down -- I'm taking it slow so I don't get too freaked out/overwhelmed. That said, feel free to (a) complain about tumblr or (b) find me over there and say hi.

<3

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title: Jupiter Crash
pairing: Tony Stark/Pepper Potts
rating: NC-17
warnings/kinks: Pegging. ...bruiseplay? Injuryplay? Is that a thing? IT IS NOW.
length: ~1,600 words
summary: There's a bruise across his ribcage, a mottled purple mess, yellow-green around the edges.
notes: This is not the story I've been working on. This just kind of happened between the hours of midnight and 7am. Please note that I start a new job at 9. Title from the Cure song, because I am still 15, and at some point in the last week Tony Stark and Robert Smith grew some kind of emotastic connection in my head that now I cannot get rid of. Great! (FYI, that idfic meme that went around recently? This is why I didn't play, right here. I don't want to know. I just don't.)

link: Jupiter Crash

title: Almost No One Makes It Out
fandom: Iron Man (movieverse)
rating: R (for language)
characters: Tony Stark, Pepper Potts. Jim Rhodes.
summary: What would have happened if Tony hadn't been born filthy rich? A military AU.
length: ~28,000 words
notes: There is a mechanical bullriding scene. If that does not entice you, you are dead to me. This story is an AU of the first movie, based on the question, "what if Tony Stark hadn't been born with more money than god?" My answer was, well, obviously, he'd be in the Army. I've been working on this for two years now, and it's very close to my heart in ways I cannot possibly articulate. All I can say is that many of my friends and most of my family serve[d] in the military, and I never did; this story is for them. I'm sure they will all be super thrilled to receive a pseudononymous fic dedication in return for their service.

The Hivemind provided invaluable inspiration and cheerleading for this story, especially in its initial stages and its concluding stages and all stages in between. In particular, it would not have been written at all if not for quigonejinn, who provided the initial OMG WHAT IF scenario. The beta was done by committee, and I am hesitant to name names because there are a LOT and I will forget someone and then I will feel really guilty, so, basically, if I had contact with a person at all, ever, over the past two years, that person contributed to this story in some way. That said! inediblebuddha did the military beta from a tent in the desert of Undisclosedistan, and my brother did the JAG Corps beta from the Pentagon. Any remaining errors -- and there are a few, I know -- are my own, and are either unwitting or left in for the sake of Plot and Drama.

Title and cut text from 'Almost Is Good Enough,' by Magnolia Electric Co. Also, apologies to Aaron Sorkin; bits of A Few Good Men appear every once in a while. And now that this is out of the way, I've got some vital squeeing to do about IM2. Holy shit.

link: almost no one makes it out

Title: (Why can't I) Stop Where I want to Stay
Fandom: Men With Brooms
Characters: Amy gen; ensemble (sans Cutter)
Rating: PG-13
Contains: Drug use. Swearing. Alcoholism. Curling jargon. Bad name-related puns. An inexplicable zamboni.
Summary: Set [mostly] pre-movie. Amy spends four summers looking for the curling rocks, and finds something else entirely.
Length: ~10,000 words
A/N: Written for tharaist for midsummer2009; prompt was "half a life." Jesus, this story almost killed me, but in the best way possible. Thank you for the chance to write it! I really hope you like it. murklins, my other half, refused to come sleep on my couch while I was writing, but her other services included hand-holding, beta-reading (she did this VIA TEXT MESSAGE, OKAY), soundboarding, stupidity blocking and neuroses calming. Many thanks, M, as usual. Thanks also to meresy for reassuring me halfway through that I wasn't losing my mind, among other things. Title from "Tournament of Hearts," by The Weakerthans. Cut text from "Your Rocky Spine" by the Great Lakes Swimmers, which I listened to on repeat for days on end while writing this story. There is nothing more embarrassing than my last.fm right now. As usual, comment wherever.

Link: http://atrata.dreamwidth.org/91153.html

Title: The Most Excellent and Lamentable Tragedy of Westley and Buttercup
Fandom: The Princess Bride
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: This is apocafic. If you're looking for a feel-good Princess Bride story, I cannot urge you strongly enough to keep looking.
Summary: The sign on Miracle Max's door read, "In case of apocalypse, GO AWAY."
Length: ~6,000 words
A/N: Written (as a pinch-hit) for magistera in the 2009 apocalyptothon. Mags, I hope you like it! I honor movie canon over book canon where they conflict, but pieces of the book do show up every once in a while. Thanks to amonitrate for the super-speedy, super-fantastic last-second beta, and to inediblebuddha for taking me to Steak & Shake and telling me this story so I could write it down.

Link: The Most Excellent and Lamentable Tragedy of Westley and Buttercup

Title: That Late I Led
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Characters/Pairing: Geoffrey (Geoffrey/Ellen)
Rating: R? NC-17? somewhere in there.
Summary: Life is small in the holding cell.
Length: ~1,500 words
A/N: Written for meresy's C6D porn tag game, in which I signed up to write surprise porn in 24 hours. isiscolo gave me the prompt 'loneliness,' which I have shockingly turned into something that is less about fun happy porn and more about SOUL-CRUSHING DESPAIR. murklins and tangleofthorns looked this over for me, as usual. Posted at DW, but if you'd like to comment, you're welcome to do so in either place.

Link: http://atrata.dreamwidth.org/89705.html

Apologies to anyone who's seen this out of me in 16 different places. Mostly I'm posting it so it's actually on my LJ. Anyway, I keep totally changing my mind about how I'm dealing with dreamwidth, but I think what I'm doing is this:

• Moving! I'm going to post my fic over there in the future, because they are nicer about the kind of fic I tend to write (okay, the kind of fic I used to write) and because they have bigger posting limits so I don't have to break up longer stories. (Hey, it happened once! It might happen again!)


• I'll post announcements here that there is new fic, just like I'd post here if I wrote something and stashed it in a community.


• There is atrata_dw if you don't plan on moving to dreamwidth and do not trust that I will remember to post announcements. And, of course, there are the rss and atom feeds if you want to go the feed-reader route instead of the LJ/IJ/DW/whatever route.


• Locking fic offends my sensibilities, and I will not do it, ever; access to that journal won't be a problem for anyone. If you want to comment with openid, or anonymously, or not at all, everything's good with me.


• I imported all my entries, and then I deleted some of them, and then I deleted the rest of them. Then I imported more, and then I deleted them again. I am tentatively planning to break that ridiculous cycle and stop importing things and just start with an empty journal. I'm not quite sure I see the point of importing. I'll just post fic there going forward, and try to make it clear that the best place to find pre-DW fic is here or on my website.


• The non-fic account is here, and that's where I'll be posting regularly and hanging out. I've already started doing that, in fact, and this is not an advocacy post but I really fucking love it over there. Anyway. I am not sure what to call the non-fic account; I don't post fic there, but I babble fannishly and spout off about the many exciting aspects of my life, of which fandom is a big part. Anyway. My RL account here at LJ is entirely f-locked; the one at DW is not locked at all. I haven't figured out how much of it I'm going to be locking in the future, but I do plan to be fairly open with the access until I figure it out, at which point I'll reassess. I don't know about subscriptions just yet; I'm trying to balance the people I already know, the people I've been secretly and not-so-secretly stalking for five years now, new people who seem awesome, and the fact that I can only handle reading about 150 journals regularly before I get fired from my job. Right now I might as well be closing my eyes and clicking the mouse button; my subscribing/accessing/whatevering is about that methodical.


• And that's it! I will not say anything else about this, and my profile has been updated to reflect what's going on, and I will go back to posting a story in a new and completely random fandom every six weeks or whatever. I hope you all are well in the meantime, though. <3

That all said, I have some invite codes to pass out if you want one. Shoot me an email [atrata at gmail dot com] or drop me a comment [beware they're not screened] and I'll see what I can do. First-come, first-served, no waiting. (Well, maybe some waiting, since I plan to sleep soon. But very little waiting!)