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Microfic May 2026 Card 3 : Hullabaloo Heated Rivalry - Hollanov

Music to my ears

Ilya and Shane lifted the Stanley Cup, kings of the world and the universe, through the roar of the Cens fans, the team cheering up all around, and the sportscasters yelling to be heard through the speakers. Actually, Ilya was crying,

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Microfic may 2026 Card 3 : Petrichor The old Guard - Immortal husbands

Sleeplessness  

Street lights had hidden the stars, and concrete had covered the ground. The world had been changed irremediably. Nicky turns and nestles against him. Joe closes his eyes. He is the smell of the Earth, the shine of the Milky Way. His eternity. 

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Microfic May 2026 Card 1 : Saunter The old Guard / Immortal Husbands

Hope

Nicky finished his daily walk along the blue-green crystalline lake, a jewel born from a man-made crater. Around him. Nature had reclaimed Paris. The sun was setting in red and purple. Around his neck, Joe's pendant, his last memory. Today, again, Nicky jumped. 

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The circus at the edge of the world Shameless - Gallavich

ab. 980 words. Circus AU. post apo AU, light angst

May Trope Mayhem 2026 28. Circus AU @duckprintspress , thanks for the event!

Ian had walked for days along the railway, jumping at every creature cry and hiding when a train was coming, eating the meager supply he had been able to steal with him, when he had come across the circus. The blue, red, and white tops and flags had stood out through the dull and bland path of his goalless journey.

The circus had parked the cars on the siding railways not so long ago, and people were still unloading the cages. the materials and the tents.  Ian had stumbled to the small entrance shack, not totally set up yet, covered in mud and fern stains, and the whole circus fell silent. 

The fortune-teller had looked at him and said, "Come on in," and the rest of the circus had accepted him without a question, back to their chores as nothing.

Ian knew close to nothing about the circus life. He had been to one, once, as a child, and had no real memories, just bright lights, applause and candy smells. He would leave soon, maybe, after a day or two, or maybe a few more, to not impose, to keep going. He was too old to learn new tricks, too big to be an acrobat, too odd for the animals. He did not belong, but as long as the stakes were in the ground, he could stay for a bowl of warm food, for a dry straw mattress, and for the piercing eyes of the knife thrower.

He had felt them on him that first evening, around the pit fire. He had not made a gesture, of course. If he were to walk the railway again through the mist, he would rather it be on his own terms this time. They had not talked to each other, not really, but Ian could not help but smile at his jokes, nod at his arguments, and laugh at his laughs.

For a few days, Ian had helped around and earned his stay while they were telling him the way of the circus.

They would stop the train and put up the tent on a patch of dry land near the railways, and they would leave again, prisoners of their metal path. Sometimes, the place would be occupied by a fair or a private caravan. They would go on their way or engage in a negotiation. There was no calendar for the occupation of the sites, just habits and implicit hierarchies. 

They would stay one week or two, never more, a performance every evenings, and twice on Sunday. The public would come in groups, families or not, dressed in their best clothes and their best hats, in whatever fashions their society had been stuck in. 

They would paid with food, supplies, coal, or local coins that would only be worth their weight in metal at the next stop. They would attend the show, applaud, and disappear again into the fog. Sometimes, the circus gents would draw lots to know who would follow the muddy paths that lead to the village back for errands or a meeting. 

It was fine to welcome people on the ground they claim for a fortnight, but who knows what would happen in their secluded communities, what complex organization, what weird social rituals, and mixed folklores waited for them there.

When his chores were done, Ian often hung around the knife thrower tent. He would listen to the sharp instructions that he would yell through the cloud of sawdust of the circus ring at the assistant girl, the rhythmic whistles that replayed the circus quintet scores, the endless banter between him and the girl, in her full sequin scene costume or in her everyday rags, perched on a ladder or a magic box set while he sharpened his knives and reassembled the dolls he would behead in the first part of his act. 

They had noticed Ian, of course, and soon they told him to make himself useful and to spin the wheel. Ian could have been scared when Mickey put on the blindfold if Mandy had not told him how Mickey knew the telltales of the wheel: the clicks sounds indicating its speed and the whinings revealing its position. They talked too, about the circus, about their pasts, and about their expectations.

On the last day, when Ian had already made his package and gathered his supplies, Mickey told him to climb on the wheel, and it sounded like a dare.

Ian put his hands through the fake restraints, his feet too big to fit properly on the platforms. 

Mandy spun the wheel with glee. 

Mickey put his blindfold back on and threw his first blade. It hit somewhere near Ian’s leg, right at the center of a painted star. A second one stuck itself above his head, in the tiny amount of wood left by Ian‘s tallness. The third one caught Ian's sleeve, just near his wrist. Ian jerked, surprised. The next landed in the mirror, into his second sleeve, effectively pinning him on the wood. 

Mickey took off the strip of fabric from his eyes and waited for the wheel to stop its course, smiling, playing with his last weapon. Slowly, he walked up to Ian, handing him his last knife. From close up, it was not one of his usuals. The blade was sturdier, the handle was carved and painted in red.

“We could use another pair of hands around here.”

Ian looked up at his restrained arm. His sleeve tore up in a scream. The knife was even prettier in his own hand.

“What will the Ringmaster say?”

Mickey shrugged.

“My call.”

Around and under the main tent poles, they had turned on the lights, the chestnuts were already grilling, the musicians and the artists were warming up, Mickey averted his eyes, and pulled out his blades from the wood.

“Go get ready, Red. Our show is about to begin.”

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Microfic May 2026 Card 3 : Betrayal Shameless - Gallavich

Guilty pleasure

Mickey held the to-go cup between two fingers. On one side. Ian’s name, a complex order, and a scribbled phone number. On the other side, the logo of that fucking concept coffee bar that preyed on the old Shirani food place and repainted it sage-green and taupe-brown to attract middle-class dummies. Ian would have to explain himself.

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Microfic May 2026 Card 2 : headed Heated Rivalry - Hollanov

Almost

Shane felt dizzy. That fat hard dick rubbing against his ass, the lips on his neck, the plea in his ears... Scott Hunter looming near or not, if Rozanov pushed his luck just a little more...

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Microfic May 2026 Card 4 : Far & Wide Shameless - Gallavich

Stargazer lilies, motherfucker

For a long time, Mickey had been secretly scared of space. The immensity. The possibilities. The otherness. His was ground, Southside, and Milkovich’s blood. Then, he met Ian, and suddenly, the stars, like freckles, became reachable. 

Bingo⁴ !

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Card 2, 9 fandoms, in universe, all of them under 50 words (Yay!)

The Old Guard - Andy/Quynh ; Interview with the Vampire - Armandaniel ; Heated Rivalry - Hollanov ; The Witcher - Geraskier.Radoskier ; Star Trek TOS - Space Husbands ; Gundam Wing - 2x5 ; Star Trek Starfleet Academy - Jay Den / Darem ; Hannibal - Murder Husbands ; Shameless - Gallavich

Bingo!

Penitent The Old Guard - Andy/Quynh Mea culpa

Andy pushes her hand against the rusted nail until her skin breaks. She watches, fascinated, as the skin heals around the metal point, and pushes further. Nile wants to ask,  Joe stops her just before she does. 

Fastidious  Interview with the vampire - Armandaniel Boundaries

Armand looked at the shelves heavy with years of meticulously labeled magnetic tapes, CDs, and hard disks and clenched his fists, restraining his urges. Daniel would endure delicious abuses, but even Armand knew that his work was off-limits.

Heady Heated rivalry - Hollanov Almost

Shane felt dizzy. That fat hard dick rubbing against his ass, the lips on his neck, the plea in his ears... Scott Hunter looming near or not, if Rozanov pushed his luck just a little more...

Acrid The Witcher Geraskier - Radoskier Green-eyed monster

Gerald clicks his tongue and grimaces. If that is not the aftertaste of the potion or the blood of the Monster on his face, it could only be his bile reaching up his mouth as he watches Jaskier fuss over that failure of a king. 

Alt 2: Verdant Star Trek TOS / Space husbands Let me play among the stars.

Jim watches the expanse of the gigantic garden of his earthien residence. Trees, plants, and flowers as far as the eye can see, lush canopy and exuberant vines, and Arizonian red rocks artistically displayed. Thanks to the Stars, their next 5-year mission starts tomorrow.

Draconian Gundam Wing 2x5 Observance

Train. Fight. Meditate. Wufei’s oath can’t suffer deviation. Especially not from a clear laugh, the brush of a braid on his shoulder, or a jab softened by an affectionate nickname. Train. Fight. Meditate once more.

Winsome Star Trek Starfleet Academy - Jay Den / Darem Vice-son

Even though Darem had not seen them since his abdication, it's traditional to get his parents’ blessing. Dreaded moment. A doctor, a Starfleet officer, a Klingon...he had not expected his fiancé to win over his parents with a smile and a compliment. Darem bows, vanquished. 

Decorous Hannibal / Murder husbands Beasts of prey

The exchange had been unpleasant. The realtor had not been incorrect per se, but a slap on Will's shoulder here, a tone-deaf innuendo there, a too-forced laugh... Hannibal had shifted, calculating and feline, and Will felt his stomach growl. 

Turbulent Shameless / Gallavich Et ceux qui sont en mer

Life flows around him, bad decisions and deep dark abysses, white water and scary heights. Every time he drowns, Mickey catches his hand, the boy who grew wild as a weed is now his most solid anchor.