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Sophinisba Solis ([personal profile] sophinisba) wrote2008-11-19 10:56 pm

remixthedrabble: reposting my ficlets

Here are the ficlets I wrote for [ profile] remixthedrabble! I did two regular assignments and then added four extras in the last few days. I got to try out some fandoms and characters I hadn't written before and I had a great time with it.

Lord of the Rings: Among the Stars (The Night of Love Remix)
Galadriel, Arwen/Aragorn, rated PG, 200 words
Remix of Night of Love (scroll down), by [ profile] lindahoyland

The bride had been radiant under yesterday's Midsummer sun, but the morning's sky was grey with clouds and Arwen's eyes were dim.

Galadriel held her close for long minutes and spoke wordlessly of things they both knew: hope, patience, enduring love.

"He has led armies," Arwen said aloud. "He has triumphed against the Dark Lord himself. After all this, can he be afraid to touch his own wife?"

"Never, child. But in the dark times he faced all his enemies with his feet on the ground. Only in his dreams has he thought it possible to lay his hands on the Evenstar."

"I cannot cease to be what I am."

"Of course not. But you can change where you are. He is mortal but he is wise. He knows better than to take you like a sacrifice on a bed haunted by angry Stewards and their frightened brides."

"He knows I long for Lórien."

"And you always will. But there is a garden within the Citadel lit by the same moon and stars as your home. Meet him there, Arwen. When he sees you as a star among the stars, he will no longer be afraid to reach for you."

The Faculty: Bright Angel (The Devil's Playground Remix)
Casey/Randy (Claudia's OMC), Casey/Zeke, rated R, 200 words, warning for partner violence
Remix of In the Garden of After: Bright Angel, by [ profile] claudia603

You knew going into it Randy had a short fuse. That was part of the appeal – got you hard the first time you heard that edge in his voice, telling you do not fucking move as you stood at the muddy river's edge, poised to jump in. The voice and the job, the height and the bulk, the strong arms, the dirty mouth. The thick cock, you found out soon enough. All so you could pretend it was Zeke cussing you out, Zeke shoving you against the cabin wall, Zeke fucking you raw.

You used to laugh at Zeke and his tough guy act – all bark, no bite. Funny how much you miss Zeke's soft center when Randy's fist is ramming into your stomach, and you can already picture the bruise.

And you act embarrassed, now that he's here, but there's something satisfying about lifting your shirt and letting Zeke see. He's sexy with his narrow eyes, his white hate for the other guy, and you wonder if he even realizes he's the reason you're like this. You can't wait to watch these two come together, flare up and explode in fury and violence.

For you, Casey. All for you.

Doctor Who: Never Knew (The Sucks to Be You Remix)
Tish and Martha Jones, rated G, 150 words
Remix of Sucks to Be You, by [ profile] studyofrunning

Afterwards they spend a lot of time sitting at home and saying all the things they couldn't last year, when they were together but too terrified to speak. They recall their fear and shame, speculate on why Lucy married him, wonder what's happened to Jack. Tish watches as Martha listens.

Then one day, when it's just the two of them, Martha tells her everything. Tells about her own humiliation in a maid's uniform, tells what Japan looked like from the ground, tells what a massacre of innocents sounds like when you're hiding in the closet, pretending – wishing – you're already dead.

She always used to think her big sister took things too seriously. If she doesn't look just right, it's the end of the world! And then, ah, the poor, suffering med student! But that all was just practice, Tish decides, for figuring out how to stop the world from ending.

Doctor Who/Firefly crossover: Springs and Circuits (Star-Crossed OT3 Remix)
Ninth Doctor/TARDIS/Kaylee, rated G, 200 words
Remix of Springs and Circuits, by [ profile] lotus0kid

There's something loose, out of joint, keeping us tied to the dirty materiality of a backmoon scrapyard, and after all our years together perhaps you know me too well. You can peer inside the circuitry as many times as you want, but you don't see the stray wire. And all I can do to tell you what's wrong is to hum out of tune.

So you frown, you shout, you leave me for the world, you kick me and insult me. (I know you don't mean it but it hurts.)

When you come back inside there's another sweet young thing on your arm. She gasps like they all do and says what they all do (in Cantonese, sure, but we've heard that before too), but when she stops to listen it's different – she hears me. And when she lifts the grate and looks at the inside of the inside, she sees.

What a team we could be, the three of us in the expanse of time and space! Hold on to this one, would you, Doctor? I know you care for them all and they care for you, but if you love me as well, please, let me keep her.

Supernatural/Heroes crossover: Research (Nowhere Near Nirvana Mix)
Dean/Mohinder, rated R, 400 words
Remix of Achieving Nirvana, by [ profile] emmademarais

College professors have their uses. They don't have to fight the bad guys themselves, so they can devote all their time to the research that for Sam and Dean is just a quick Google search or an hour in the public library. They're usually full of themselves and surprised that someone who looks and dresses Dean can speak in complete sentences, let alone follow what they're saying. Still, they enjoy showing off their knowledge, and the knowledge helps Sam and Dean figure out what needs to be done. It's a mutually beneficial exchange – sort of like sex, only less satisfying.

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Then there's professors like this one, who know a little too much. They're just a little too curious, a little too fricking calm when the knives start flying and the people start dying.

"This is what I study," he'd whispered (as if you could tell Dean something and not have Sam know too). "There are people born with special abilities. People who can disappear, who can move things with their minds."

"Don't know what you're talking about, professor," said Dean, grinning carefully.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, Dean. It's a question of genetics. Someone in your own family could –"

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That was when Dean clamped his mouth over Mohinder's, and to his great satisfaction there hasn't been a word about psychic powers since.

Gorgeous, fuckable, sex-starved intellectuals have their uses. Right now Dean's got the bastard right where he wants him, and that's cornered between the book stacks with his fingers pressing at the back of Dean's neck and his cock pushing down Dean's throat. It's all good, as far as Dean's concerned – way more interesting than your typical trip to the library – but he's not losing sight of the real goal, and that's keeping the good professor's mind occupied.

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It's best if all he can think about is Dean's hot mouth. Never mind that there's another brother standing a few yards away, frowning at an open book, calling for Dr. Suresh. Never mind that, Mohinder. Forget about the brother who gets headaches, the one who's been finding others like him all over the goddamn country, the one who's a pawn in someone else's game.

Dean knows what he's doing is the best thing for both of them – for all of them. Mutually beneficial, yeah. And he knows how to make Mohinder come, just like this: wordless, thoughtless, moaning, empty.

Heroes: Delivery (In from the Cold Remix)
AU Maya and Gabriel, rated PG, 500 words
Remix of Warm Thoughts, by [ profile] razycrandomgirl

"Maya!" Antia called, "Delivery!"

"Ay, do I have to? Why can't people just come here if they want your Sancocho so bad?"

"Maybe they don't want to go out in the cold."

"And I do?"

But she was already pulling on her sweatshirt and bundling up as well as she could. November had snapped colder this week and Maya still didn't have a winter coat, but if she wanted to afford one she sure couldn't refuse to do deliveries. Maybe if she got a decent tip on this one she could stop by the Salvation Army tonight and pick up the coat she'd been looking at on Tuesday.

The bag was heavy, but at least it was warm in her hands. As soon as she got out the door, Maya couldn't wait to get back. No matter how cold it got here in Queens, she knew the Casa de Sopa would stay as warm as her mami's kitchen in Santo Domingo. To tell the truth, Antia's cooking was better than anything Maya ever tasted at home. And since she couldn't go back there, the folks at the restaurant were the closest thing to family she had. Still, no one seemed to mind sending the new girl out to walk five blocks in the cold.

Maya knocked and waited outside apartment 1D. There was some noise (laughter?) behind the door but no one answered. She knocked again, harder, and yelled, "Delivery!"

"They're not going to open the door." Maya jumped at the quiet, unexpected voice from the across the hallway. Something about it made her feel like dropping the food and running all the way back to the restaurant.

Instead she made herself stay still, then calmly turned around. "Hello?"

He hadn't opened the door all the way, was speaking through a crack and a security chain. "The kids in this building are playing a joke on you. They call delivery places and make fake orders because they think it's funny."

"You've got to be kidding me," Maya said with a sigh. She kicked at the door of 1D. "¡Pendejos de mierda! ¿No saben que hace un frío de puta madre acá fuera?" Y a ver si este loco me asesina, she didn't say out loud, since you never knew who might understand.

Security chain guy cocked his head to the side and stared at her like a curious cat. "D-do you need …"

"What?" Maya snapped.

"Nothing!" He slammed the door in her face. If she were smart she'd turn around and go back now. Okay, so Antia's business was on the brink of collapse, but surely she'd rather have an order returned than lose her employee to a serial killer.

Then again, maybe it was all in Maya's head. Maybe this guy was more scared of her than she was of him. Maybe he just needed some good Dominican cooking to start feeling and acting normal. Maybe he'd even give her a good tip.

She knocked at his door.

[identity profile] 2008-11-20 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Galadriel is so wise! I really love "When he sees you as a star among the stars, he will no longer be afraid to reach for you."

[identity profile] 2008-11-20 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
SWeetie, each and every one of these rocks, but oh, Kaylee/TARDIS? That one is my unequivocal favorite.

Which isn't fair to the others; I could rave for paragraphs about each. But I can't get Kaylee with her hands up in the Tardis' grill out of my head.

(Though I will hug Tish and Martha before I go. *hugs them*)