Small fandoms: remixthedrabble and haikuathon

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trascendenza and I also got assigned to each other in the last round of remixthedrabble. She wrote an adorable Jayne/Simon drabble, Thank You (The Proper Remix), from my Thank You.

Here are the two other drabbles I wrote:


Title: Inspector Uhl's Regrets (The Picking Up the Pieces Remix)
Remix of: Five Things Uhl Regrets by trascendenza
Fandom: The Illusionist
Pairing: Uhl/Eisenheim
Rating: G
Words: 100

Once he could see every piece on the board, he understood that he’d already lost. He would have conceded graciously before waiting for the checkmate...had Eisenheim still been there to hear. All that was left to do by then was study the game, try to learn from the master.

Left to himself, he laid out all the plans, studied, carved out the pieces and fit them together to watch them unfold, just so, as if by nature (but not by magic). Eisenheim would be delighted with how well his pupil has learned… had he still been there to see.




Title: Contentment (The Unenchanted Remix)
Remix of: Enchantment by trascendenza
Fandom: Brokeback Mountain (sort of)
Pairing: Jack/Ennis (sort of)
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Warnings: non-explicit dubcon and violence
Note: Ancient Greek slavefic AU that has nothing to do with the movie. Makes much more sense if you've read Trascendenza's original.

His master’s company is the very best, even when he is troubled, as now, and whispers strange and bitter words (only one of them, slave, is familiar), and Jacob, small and powerless and unable to answer in his master’s language, can only try to quiet him with kisses.

He knows it’s not love, knows he’s not free, but he’s grateful for the bread and wine, the warmth of the sun and of his master’s gentle touch. After the weeks of starvation and beatings, this life is more than he’d dared to hope for. It’s nearly enough to make him content.



And here's what I've written so far at the small fandoms haikuathon. I was planning to post all of mine together at the end of the week but then I realized I could pimp the comm some more by posting now. Really, I am having a wonderful time with this challenge and I think a lot of you would too. It lasts until the 21st. Definitions of both "haiku" and "small fandom" are flexible.

Um, I'm not going to bother with ratings and wordcounts for each of these. The post goes up to maybe R for sexuality.


Brokeback Mountain: Passed On (Mrs. Twist)

don't follow your dreams,
her own mother told her once.
dreams won't keep you warm.

so she followed him
to a place with too much sky
and no dreams at all.

tried to raise a son
with love or something like it,
watched him walk away.

follow your heart, Jack.
if your dreams let you down you
can always come home.



Brokeback Mountain: She (Alma Jr./OFC)

she's older than me;
her breath smells like cigarettes,
sweet but not allowed.

her hair is dyed blonde
she wears loud clothes, cheap perfume,
and too much make-up

she works at the store
and flirts with the customers.
mom says she's a slut.

she flirts with the boss,
his wife, and his stepdaughter.
ignore her, mom says.

she has her own place,
small, just outside town, like dad's
she has her own car.

her kisses are hard.
two steps inside the door and
she's touching me, there.

three more steps to fall
on a springy single bed,
and she follows me

with her thick fingers
and their blunt red press-on nails
that press on, press in.

my clothes still half-on,
I'm naked and unashamed,
panting in her hands,

pulsing against them
like the slut my mom called her,
like the slut I am.

later she moves slow,
doesn't want me to leave but
doesn't make me stay.

I'm not the same now:
I can scrub off the lipstick
but the mark's still there.



Everything Is Illuminated: Flower Season (Lista)

each year the flowers
reach for the sky, desiring
to kiss their namesake

her eyes grow weary
as too much color and heat
weigh on her like years



Lost: Message (Charlie/Desmond)

hand against the glass
my love letters are not yours
take it back to her



Mysterious Skin: Hush (Neil/OMC, tanka)

Fingers in your mouth
to remind you of times past
and keep you quiet.
Leave talking to the grown-ups.
Moans should be enough for you.



Northern Exposure: Pheromones (Chris/Joel) (Remixed by greenapple as Climate Change)

animal instinct
forgotten but always there
like the spinning earth

the axial tilt
brings new warmth to the Arctic
melts icy reserves

it isn't a scent
like strawberries or sulfur
recognizable

it's more like an itch
under your skin, in the air
everywhere at once

Joel tries to fight
but Alaska beats New York
undeniable

he licks his way up
the column of Chris's throat
conquered and happy

pressing in to smell
the only air he wants now
is the breath they share

gentle as a flood
whose kisses drag you under
you don't need to swim

then the need passes
as suddenly as it came
they are men again

they work at their jobs
they say goodbye and hello
they hide their faces

they bury their want
they lie awake in the night
they wait for next spring



Pushing Daisies: Modern Love (Ned/Chuck)

cellophane kisses
clinging, cold, lifeless as lies
smother you with need



I'm also participating in the Heroes haikuathon. All my Heroes haikus are in comments to that post.