luvsjazz

Posted to logan/remy yahoo group 05/28/09


So I thought I'd try to do one of those 'write a fic for the first 10 songs on
your ipod' things except I'd use Pandora. I didn't get past song 1. I forgot
to write and enjoyed the songs instead....oops.
Here's my 3.5 minute fic. Any and all feedback appreciated.

The nearness of you
-Norah Jones

Remy wondered when he was going to be able to catch a break. He was orphaned,
with powers that made his life harder than it should have been. He met up with
Logan, a man that made Remy feel like someone else was using their charm power
for once. They talked, they fought, they planned mass destruction and mayhem
together. And every so often, they loved.

Then that man, Logan, forgets everything. He even forgot his own name. What
else could Remy do but leave him on the beach and wish him good luck and
goodbye. C'est la vie, eh?

So, I'm doing a dump of everything I posted on the yahoo group.  I looked that this one, and honestly, I have no freaking clue how I figured these two drabbles were interconnected.  I think I was talking about Ethereal and this one that was called Sunday (only b/c that's the day it was written on).  But, hey, I said I was on paint fumes that day.

posted to logan/remy yahoo group 06/14/09

So, I didn't intend for any drabbles to be interconnected, and I can almost
guarantee they won't be (anymore I guess). This one is brought to you courtesy
of Valspar paints. I needed a break from the fumes. I think sleepy drabbles
are better than semi comatose ones. Sorry.

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It was the kind of thing that Remy just couldn't resist – stealing from the
government for the government. He hated Stryker and would steal from him any
day. The military was only covering their ass, not being altruistic to
Stryker's victims. He settled down with his bourbon to read over his private
copy of the data he creatively acquired. Inside he found surveillance
documentation on Logan from sometime starting in the 1920's right up until 3
Mile Island. Remy sighed. He couldn't seem to get away from the man. He
smirked as he made preparations to let Logan catch him.

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It was her voice. He could listen to her lazy southern drawl for hours. He
didn't know if he always had this fetish southern accents, but he spent so much
time in New Orleans, it had to be pre-existing. He remembered the lecture he
got on how the Mississippi accent was nothing like a Louisiana one. He nodded
and hmm'ed occasionally, but it was still her voice. It made him smile while
making him feel like a man in the dead of winter who missed the sun. He settled
back and enjoyed her *Mississippi* accent for a little while longer.

Posted to logan/remy yahoo group 06/11/09

Pandora, insomnia and stress produced this one. I'm going on 23 hours awake.
Hopefully this is not too terrible.

Title: Ethereal
Author: luvsjazz
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine

Away
-Breaking Benjamin

There was a scent in the back of his nose, an itch he couldn't get rid of. He
just couldn't place it. It wasn't in his clothes or on his skin. He couldn't
find any candles, soap or shampoos in any store that matched it. It had driven
him so crazy, he even braved a Bath & Body works. That was…an unfortunate
experience. He couldn't smell anything for hours afterwards, and he swore that
he had erased the scent totally. He was wrong. It was hot, humid, sweat and
musk. It was another question that he needed find an answer to.

This was posted to the Logan/Remy yahoo group on 9/10/09

Title: Quiescent
Author: luvsjazz
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Marvel Comics.

Logan never had to take time off to recover, at least not physically. Used to
be that he would just take off for a while and return whenever. No one
mentioned the fact that he had been in residence at the mansion for longer than
anyone could remember. Remy was there when he needed to talk, laugh, or just
sit in silence. When Remy was gone, he stayed because he knew the Cajun would
always return.

They always say that running never solves anything. He never believed that
staying in one place would either. He's learning to change his mind.

This was posted on the Logan/Remy yahoo group on 9/12/09

Title: The Symphony
Author: luvsjazz
Word Count: 100

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel Comics.

No one had ever asked him to the symphony before. Everyone assumed that he was
brash and uncultured; that his wilderness ways wouldn't mesh with the posh and
polished crowd. He'd been a time or two, but no one had ever asked.

It had been a long time since someone asked him to the symphony. Here, he was
but a thief. An ignominious occupation, therefore he must be an ignominious
man. So no one ever asked.

Storm had never set anyone up to go to the symphony before. But she was a
goddess, and godesses took care of their own.

Seriously, I love Weiss.  And I have a scene in my head with Yohji using his garrote on a man, and admiring the way the wire accentuated the victim's adam's apple.  The way the garrotte moved with every panic filled breath, allowing the man to talk, to answer questions, but keeping him on the very edge of consciousness; awake, aware and afraid.  Yohji loved the power of it, loved the rush of literally holding this man's life in his hands.  He never bothered feeling angry, conflicted or weepy over his role in Kritiker.  He may not have chosen it, but he was chosen for a reason. 

I haven't figured the rest of that one out yet, or even if there's more.  Just a stray thought for the what, 2 people who read my journal.

Anyway.

 

Title: Mine

Author: luvsjazz

Word Count: 100

Pandora: When I'm Gone, 3 Doors Down
 

Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel. I only own a couple of dogs and my sleepless night.
 

Remy disappeared less than an hour after he came back damaged from their last mission, much to the chagrin of good old Fearless. He was officially still banned from New Orleans, but in actuality, he spent a lot of time there after Belle took over the assassins guild. After all, his problem was never with her. Remy always convalesced there, staying with Bella Donna as much as he stayed with his own family. Logan hated it with a passion. He had always been a very jealous, possessive man, but he had lived long enough to know what fights to pick.

 

 

It's been a minute.  Since I've last written, I've had a song copyrighted that might be recorded shortly, a change of heart about how much I like my job and recognition of the fact that there are certain members of my family that *must* be mentally impaired.  It's the only way to explain their actions.

There's been a lot of not cool stuff going on, so my inclination to write has been extremely low.  Anyway, here's something that I did last night.  It's a new fandom for me to write in, but an old love.

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Title: Preparing for Japan

Rating: PG

Characters: Gambit/Wolverine

Disclaimer: I don’t own Wolverine, Gambit, or the premise this is based on. Those are owned by Marvel. Matsuo’s arm, nose, ear and gall bladder, though, are owned by Wolverine.

No profit is made from this fiction. 

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Wolverine’s annual trip to Japan was approaching swiftly. It was the first year he had agreed to take Remy along with him. Remy hadn’t spent this much time in the library since he was in college, but he needed to be prepared. He had never been to Japan before. He needed to learn at least the touristy words, find the best museums to case, the most scenic places to visit. 

Most of all, he needed to be able to discuss a certain visit to Matsuo Tsurayoba. Gambit wanted to make perfectly sure that a man could live without his stomach…

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“What about the gall bladder?”

A negative shake of the head.

“What about the tailbone? Did you know it secures the anus? You could *destabilize* his *anus*. That makes being an ass take on a whole new meaning.”

 A chuckle was the only answer.

“ I still like the stomach. It’s non-fatal, forces a strict diet. You remove the pleasure of food, but he’ll still have to eat six times a day. Makes his life a little less happy, no?”

“I’ll think about that one, darlin’.”

Gambit smiled. There was nothing like bonding over common interests with your loved one.