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Title: Reconcile the Dark
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist(/Doctor Who)
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: eventually 20,000+ (2,200 in this bit)
Warnings: language; some dark themes and violence (canon levels); fandomsmash
Prompt: Time Travel ~and~ Fandom Swap AU for Roy/Ed Week
Summary: Nothing puts a lifespan into perspective quite like the prospect of eternity. Sometimes, some days, the universe is kind. And sometimes its curators are very, very hot.
Author's Note: There's more of this, but it's still writing itself into new and exciting corners. XD I'm at a con next weekend (hi!), but I might get a chance to throw another piece at you guys next Monday, and I'll see what I can do from there. XD …aaaaaand I ran out of time to post even more than I expected to, so if you spot any egregious typos, incomplete sentences, etc., please let me know so I can fix them later! ^^;

If you're not a Doctor Who aficionado, I tried to make it pretty accessible! All you really need to know is that anything that seems super cool and creative, I probably did not make up. :'D  If you are a Doctor Who fan, I stopped watching after Series 5, so I'm afraid it likely won't be compliant with anything after that, though I tried to do my homework when writing this stupid thing left me time. XD The title is borrowed from the song in an amazing fanvid from Back In The Day which also doubles as a great trailer for RTD-era Doctor Who!


Roy walks Riza up to her apartment—not because she needs it, or wants it, or because he thinks there’s even a remote possibility that he’d be able to offer her some kind of protection that she couldn’t offer herself; but because he likes to. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: With Fries
Fandom: Voltron: Legendary Defender
Characters/Pairing: Lance, Hunk, & Pidge with low-key Shiro/Keith and Lance hate!crushin' on the mullet
Rating: PG
Word Count: 5,390
Warnings: pointless modern!AU; Lance is my favorite dweeb in the history of dweebness
Summary: This summer gig could be worse, but only if it made a concerted effort and believed in itself and wished upon a star.
Author's Note: Hello, Voltron fandom; my name is Tierfal, and I like modern!AUs, stupid puns, and sassy space children. :'D

Another day, another dance with the deep-fryer. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Loud and Clear: The Second Law of Thermodynamics
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed (with Al/Win)
Rating: R
Word Count: 43,250 (11,250 this chapter)
Warnings: language, modern!AU, naughty shit happens at intervals, +10 to cheesy domestic fluff
Summary: Occasions come and go – ordinarily, so do people, but Roy's fast becoming a fixed point with his own damn rules.
Author's Note: You will want to have read PART I as well as PART II, or I'm afraid you'll be confused. I don't make the rules… I just make, like, 100K of context. :'D SO ANYWAY, here we are – happy 520 Day, a bit late because it had the gall to fall on a weekday and whatnot. I'm hoping to update next Monday – and it won't be any earlier than that, 'cause I'm gonna be at FANIME!!!!!!! all weekend… with up to 3 other amazing Roy/Ed authors around me at any given time. :3 If you're going to be there, and you see me, say hi! ♥

He’s not breathing.  He recognizes that in a kind of abstract way, like, Oh, blue sky, green grass, no oxygen coming in to feed the brain that got me here. )

[Chapter 1, Part 2/2]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Magnitude and Force
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Hei/Ed
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,220
Warnings: language; modern AU; schmoop; please explain this "editing" of which you speak
Summary: [Sequel to The Worst Trip Ever, because ideas are hard.] Ed has a lot of uncanny talents, one of which is making things that should be stupid turn out great.
Author's Note: Some Alfons for my Alfons! Happy birthday, kid; I love you. ♥

“Hey,” Ed says.  “Can I tell you a secret?” )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Choose Your Own Rainbow
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: pre-Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 15,600
Warnings: language; absurdity; I did, like, two Google searches on some of this stuff and then left it at that because Roy is kind of a poser anyway?; this needs a lot more editing but ain't nobody got time for that; modern AU
Summary: Edward Elric has the most singular talent of anyone alive for taking Roy's zen, thrashing it thoroughly, and then hurling it into a Dumpster. …metaphysically speaking, anyway.
Author's Note: A now extremely late birthday present for Obersten!!!!! ♥ Based on his ridiculously A+ Downward Dogs AU – the premise is founded in some intel I acquired from Secret Insider Sources, and then I made up everything else. :'D tl;dr if you like a detail/aspect of this, it's probably Berg's; if you're like "wtf is this shit," it's probably one of my additions. X'D (Or it's one of the things I half-assedly pretended to research! I am a pro at this writing shit.)

Today Roy is going to tell Ed how stupid it is to hate on chakra beads. )

[Part 2]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Winging It
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,100
Warnings: language; innuendo; pointless and unnecessary modern!AU volume LXVIII
Summary: Strangely enough, this is the one time Roy didn't expect to be cruising at 37,000 feet.
Author's Note: This fic happened because airline travel makes me a salty bitch, so when I was leaving for my grandmother's funeral and saw a girl curling her hair in the airport bathroom, my first thought was "Do you think you're going to find your damn soulmate on the plane?" My second thought was "ROY/ED AU WHERE ED HAS A PHOBIA OF FLYING!!!!" …and now we're here. Don't worry; karma made sure I caught the Plague on my way back. :|

There are two problems with the young man sitting in the window seat when Roy settles down next to the aisle for the first leg of his flight. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: The Waterfall
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,830
Warnings: language, yes it's another fic about depression, plentiful innuendo, modern!AU
Summary: Somewhere between Atlas and Giles Corey, with significantly less significance.
Author's Note: This takes place immediately after the previous because actual dachshund Tierfal couldn't stop chewing on the toy.

“All right,” Ed murmurs into his neck after a too-short stretch of a vaguely detached sort of haze of passing time.  “We should get the hell going.” )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Day Seven
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,109
Warnings: depiction of depression; modern!AU; language; bleak worldview ahoy
Summary: (Follow-up to A Wicked Game.) A thousand little unseen fishhooks underneath his skin, tied to a thousand little weights – and sometimes they're just too heavy to keep dragging.
Author's Note: Q. Tierfal, why do you write sequels to your own shit, like, four years later? A. Because I always sort of felt like I had shortchanged this one, and also Mthaytr and I were talking about it, and… REASONS?? Shout-out to all of you, because you're doing your best, and it is fucking good enough, no matter what your brain might say sometimes.

The worst part is that he gets a long string of good days first—days where he feels full, feels energetic and alive. )

[The Waterfall]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Loud and Clear: The Fine Art of Falling
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed (with Al/Win)
Rating: R
Word Count: 49,600 (7,640 this chapter)
Warnings: language, modern!AU, naughty shit happens at intervals
Summary: Funny thing is, despite being unnaturally tall and shit, Roy's got gravity on his side.
Author's Note: (PSA: PART I is pretty mandatory, so if you haven't read it, start there!) Things I should NOT do include: attempting to post this fic during NaNo. But it's been chilling on my hard-drive for a long time, and after a lot of absolutely invaluable input and encouragement from the bae (♥), I'm hoping it's finally ready to chill on your screen instead. Please be forewarned, however, that this part of the nigh-on-flipping-endless larger fic DOES end in a cliffhanger. And it's a nasty, evil one. :'D And I have no idea when Part 3 will be ready to post, so keep that in mind – I will completely understand if it makes you not want to start. XD

Why the hell is it called Heathrow, anyway?  Was there a row of heaths here once upon a pre-urban-development time?  What the hell is a heath? )

[Chapter 2]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: The Worst Trip Ever
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Alfons/Ed
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,100
Warnings: modern!AU; quasi-alt spoilers for CoS, I guess? XD
Summary: Alfons and Ed are on a road trip, and it is terrible that it's so great.
Author's Note: Happy birthday speedfic for my Saaaaaaaammyyyyyyyyy. ♥

As it turns out, this road-trip-with-the-best-friend thing was about the single worst idea Alfons has ever had. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Plus Tax
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: light PG-13
Word Count: 2,400
Warnings: unabashedly stupid modern!AU, Ed's mouth/internal monologue, the answer to the question "Do you even edit anymore?" is something along the lines of "Hahahahaha"
Summary: Ed is having a crappy, crappy night at his crappy, crappy Walgreens job.
Author's Note: I was reading Not Always Right because I wasn't using that faith in humanity anyway, and then… this one… just… inspired this fic. And I was powerless to stop it. FML. If it reeks of Loud and Clear!Ed's narrative voice, I'm sure that is a coincidence; it's not like I've written 30,000 words of that stupid fic in the last month or anything… -___-''

Ed has been in this godforsaken store covering other people’s shifts on his usual day off for nine hours and forty-five minutes when the guy comes up to the counter. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Loud and Clear: The Twelfth Cup of Coffee
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Ed (with some Al/Win)
Rating: R
Word Count: 44,500 (7,065 this chapter)
Warnings: language, modern!AU, smutzorz and semi-smutzorz in later chapters, sketchzorz in all of them
Summary: The thing with Roy is founded on coffee snobbery and stupid text messages and seriously awesome makeout sessions in the car. Oh, and the love of a lifetime, or whatever.
Author's Note: This happened because I was thinking about some of Pax's amazing art and trying to tease the whole story out of it, because what kind of trips was Ed going on, and where had he gotten the scars in this 'verse, and…? And then I put on my crap British pop music CD in the car the next morning and sealed my own fate. So if you enjoy this, you may thank Pax (which you should do anyway); and you may thank Olly Murs, because Hand on Heart and Loud and Clear (*cough*) were the start of it, and then What a Buzz and Hey You Beautiful (careful, that one's a little skeevy >_>) sealed my fate securely. (And Army of Two, of course, but that one already got a fic.) All of the other songs on that album already belong to other fics, or I'm sure it would be worse; and then this damn thing persisted through several music changes, which is usually the death warrant of a WIP for me… I guess this one really wanted to be shared. XD To which effect: this is not a complete fic, but it is a complete arc. A show of hands on Tumblplace indicated that people would rather get to read the first segment of what might someday be the full work than wait and possibly never read anything at all if I never finished the whole thing (which will require… idk, probably another piece this size? FIC IS HARD, MANNN). But I can promise you, assuredly, that this part does not end in a cliffhanger of any import; and that there's really no dramatic tension at all because of the double storylines – SPOILER, they end up together, and they're stupidly happy, and the majority of this content is just finding out how they got here. I'm going to try to post a chapter every couple days as time and brainpower allow, and then we'll see if someday I can crank out another 45K to spin out the rest. Soooooo, them's the facts. :D Also I don't have a beta What, who said that. ……okay, one last note, I promise: several bits and pieces and details of this fic are semi-autobiographical in weird ways; and many of the places are based on real ones – most especially the coffee shop, which I have described very poorly, and which looks like this IRL. Come visit me sometime, and I'll give you the "this place was in a fic" tour. :'D

He should’ve changed his phone alarm to some kind of death knell sound. )

[Chapter 2]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: 51% Problem Child (Chapter 1)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters/Pairings: Roy/Ed, Al/Alfons (HELLS YEAH), Hawkeye/Ross; featuring various characters from Brotherhood as well as '03 because all canons should fear me
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 23,850
Warnings: language, teenagers scare the livin' shit out of me, canonsmash, crack and madness, dramaaaaaa
Summary: The homecoming dance follows right on the heels of the first football game, which will make it easy for Roy to remember the date of his own destruction.
Author's Note: Fittingly enough, the first part of this fic had a number of truly wonderful cheerleaders who gave me some incomparably great ideas and brainstorming assistance. You guys know who you are, and hopefully you know how much I appreciate it. :3 ♥♥♥ I would like to make a formal apology for the fact that this cliffhanger is actually worse than the last one – and I'd promise that the next part won't take almost two years to produce, but I always end up a liar when I do that. XD I'm also veryveryvery sorry for the fact that only the first few pieces are coming out today – the later parts need a bit more editing, and I won't have time for that until next weekend. :c The chapter titles are from Florence, 'cause I needed some musical accompaniment to slog through the end of this ridiculous thing. X'D

Alfons is leaning forward, his elbows on his knees and his chin cradled in his hands, gazing out at the football field and looking kind of disconcerted. He glances over at Al. “Are you okay with the fact that the entire school is staring at your brother’s butt?” )

[Back to 65% Cocky Bastard] [On to Chapter 2: Louder Than Bells]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Antimatter for the Master Plan
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ed/Hei with Al
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5,700
Warnings: foul language; off-the-wall AU; guns… lots of guns
Summary: Three boys, one bomb, and a hell of a lot of bullets.
Author's Note: This is for the lovely Neon. It is Killjoys-tastic. I am going to do my absolute damnedest not to let myself write more of this universe, ever. Proceed with caution. XD

Falling in love with Ed is like skydiving off of a very, very low and extremely scenic cliff. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: The Christmas One
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Miles/Alfons, Roy/Al, possibly Ed/Lan Fan but no one knows
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 3,184
Warnings: language, Al is a saucy little bugger
Prompt: It’s Christmas, but who cares really. Playing videogames/watching movies/tv-shows in undies is Christmasy enough right?
Summary: [Further tales from the Modern!AU, following Classifieds, Boy, We're Free, Sometimes Shit Happens, and Ultra-Best-Ever.] If Christmas with the Elrics and their attachés was ever ordinary, the universe would explode.
Author's Note: A Christmas fic for Phindus – broest of bros, adorablest of artists, and everything I ever could have wanted from a Tumblr friend. I hope I've been able to brighten your 2013 at least a little with all my silly crap, and here's to a 2014 full of MOAR HEIMILES – and more laughs and more conversations and more awesome. You rock my world, dude. ♥ (Also, dear readers: if it seems like I'm deliberately sidestepping a Roy-and-band confrontation to maximize the catastrophic potential, that's because that is exactly what I'm doing. :'D)

“Aw, jeez,” Al says two steps into the apartment. “You could at least put some pants on, Brother.” )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: If at First You Don't Succeed
Fandom: Death Note x Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Matt/Mello, with Roy(/Ed)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,263
Warnings: language; Mello
Prompt: Matt and Mello (and Near, I suppose) as crazy genius alchemists? If you wanna work in Roy or someone, go crazy, but Matt and Mello would make things go boom in spectacular fashions.
Summary: …try again. Fail better.
Author's Note: Christmas fic for the beautiful, brilliant, fantasmic [livejournal.com profile] callunavulgari. ♥♥♥ (Hopefully it'll tide you over until your birthday present gets mailed out because I SUCK! ♥) For bonus points: this could be a prequel to the crossover from two years ago, if anyone is inclined; and if anyone is inclined to wonder whether Mello and Ed would get along famously, last year answered that one. XD''

“I don’t know about this, Mel,” Matt says. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Ultra-Best-Ever
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Miles/Alfons
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,530
Warnings: occasional language; those damn teenagers and their damn hormones
Summary: Alfons accidentally gets in way over his head and equally accidentally comes out on top.
Author's Note: This one is actually a prequel to Classifieds, Boy, We're Free, and Sometimes Shit Happens… 'cause I said so. Dearest Phindus, I hope you read my mind and realized that the reason I haven't been fiendishly reblogging all of your recent beautiful art is because I've been hoarding it all and giggling to myself and wanting to write things for it. :') ♥, Tierfal

The whole thing starts because Alfons is a dork and a loser who somehow managed to get the date wrong. )

[A VERY THIS-AU CHRISTMAS]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Sometimes Shit Happens (and It's Not Anybody's Fault, Okay)
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Al, Miles/Alfons, Ed/batshit
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 7,760
Warnings: language; cocaína; Al may still be underage depending on your geographical location, so there's that; steamy sexual activity
Summary: Following on after Classifieds and Boy, We're Free: In which Ed's intentions are infallible as he consistently cockblocks everyone.
Author's Note: 1. You know you're marrying the right guy when he sees the first line of this fic in the preview of an email to yourself and reads it aloud, and his only comment is "You're supposed to be working on your novel." 2. If you haven't already guessed that this is a big amalgamation of gorgeous Phindus headcanons and gorgeous Phindus art and not-so-gorgeous Tierfal crack, you must be new around here – RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN. :D 3. Special thank-you to [livejournal.com profile] eltea for Starcraft consultancy. XD''

“The age of consent in this state is sixteen,” Al howls, “and you’re not Mom!” )

[PREQUEL SHENANIGANS]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Boy, We're Free
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Miles/Alfons, further Al swooning over Roy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4,800
Warnings: language, sexual content, substance abuse (on the part of the characters and the author)
Summary: [Follows on after Classifieds.] Alfons goes to pick up his drunk boyfriend. Except that he doesn't have a boyfriend, obviously; what are you talking about?
Author's Note: This may or may not be based in part on my experience walking into 924 Gilman Street wearing a Disney World hoodie. Also, Eddie Money aside, the title is Woodkid, because all of the fic is Woodkid right now. XD'' And it's for Phindus, a.k.a. the bane of my existence, who made this inevitable with gorgeous hipster couple art, (and gorgeous band art!) – and who also came up with pretty much all of the plot points herein the moment that I mentioned designated-driver!Alfons. This dude is the actual best. ♥

The ticket guy at the front desk is eating a sandwich and flipping through a magazine of amps and speakers. )

[BUT WAIT – THERE'S MORE!]

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Classifieds
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: (hilaaaaaariously unrequited) Roy/Al, Miles/Alfons
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,200
Warnings: crack; Al is a little shit (who endorses shotacon); brief language; innuendo for the lulz; have I mentioned I suck at speedfic?
Prompt: this is all the fault of Phindus's completely flawless modern-day AU
Summary: Al is kind of a stalker; Alfons is kind of in love.
Author's Note: I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF. I FOUGHT BRAVELY, BUT I JUST COULDN'T HELP IT. ilu, Phindus; I hope it makes you smile. ^^; Also, I can't believe I didn't write anything about Ed. Still trying to get a handle on him and his mind-bogglingly adorbzorz outfit. So maybe there will be more? idek~~~~ tl;dr it starts with Phindus's fantastic art and just gets crazier from there. XD

Minor setback.  Al has a thousand other cheesy pickup lines where that came from; what else are late-night nineties sitcom reruns for? )

[SEQUEL]

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