[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Matter
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ed/Hei
Rating: G
Word Count: 443
Warnings: sadfaaaaaaace, major spoilers for CoS
Summary: Ed always asks too much.
Author's Note: I don't even know why I wrote this. Probably because I'm horrible. And because I love Alfons like whoa. ♥

“Hey, Alfons,” Ed says one night. He’s lying on the bed with his left arm folded behind his head, the right one angled out to the side. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Dreamt Of
Fandom: Death Note
Collection: The Margins
Pairing: Light/L
Rating: G
Word Count: 427
Warnings: unwarranted philosophizalizing, obnoxious wordplay
Summary: A late-night two-genius debate.
Author's Note: Because randomly writing drabbles at half-past midnight for fandoms I haven't touched in months is pretty much me in a nutshell.

Light settles his chin against L’s shoulder. “Aren’t we allowed to be happy?” )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: I Shall Call Him Mustang
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Ed and Al
Rating: G
Word Count: 730
Warnings: ~*~TRAUMA~*~, major spoilers for Brotherhood
Summary: (Post-Brotherhood.) Al brings a stray into their flat. Ed is totally not having any of it—he means it this time. No, really. Really!
Author's Note: This came about because I was mentioning to [livejournal.com profile] eltea that I always have the Elric brothers name their pets after Roy, and after the kitten and the duckling, this was the next logical step. XD

“We are not,” Ed says, “keeping that thing.” )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Negativity
Rating: G
Word Count: 535
Warnings: crap writing, schmaltz
Prompt: "Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want" by the Smiths at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: Maion refuses to let everyone else's negativity get him down.
Author's Note: If this reads like crap, it's because everything I do is crap right now. :D

It is a distressingly downbeat day at Vincent’s, and the mass of negativity is starting to make Maion’s skin crawl now that his heart has finished sinking like a lead-coated stone in a pool with a magnet at the bottom. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: The One Where Vincent Works Too Hard
Rating: G
Word Count: 699
Warnings: …caffeine abuse?
Prompt: Messy Room (the Shel Silverstein poem) at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: Every CEO needs a guardian angel who works overtime.
Author's Note: My life is too much of a shambles to be fixed even by über-fluffy slash. There is no hope for me. Please pardon any errors; I'm down to about a quarter of a brain cell, and it has a headache.

Vincent has been up for sixty hours straight—he thinks that’s right; he doesn’t trust his math anymore; he barely trusts his eyes. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Delicate
Rating: G
Word Count: 493
Warnings: some prompts just mandate mild crack (…crack because it's BROKEN amirite)
Prompt: broken iPhone at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: Belial is several billion, going on five.
Author's Note: The Boyfran has grudgingly come to appreciate the functionality of my myriad Apple products, but he still kind of flinches whenever the word "app" comes up in conversation. Here's to you, iBoyfran.

It’s been a serene evening with a nice bottle of wine and a thick book on Parisian architecture right up until the point that the couch across from Vincent bursts into flame. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: The One Where Maion Makes Pie
Rating: G
Word Count: 359
Warnings: some slightly dumb discussion of gender roles
Prompt: apple at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: See title.
Author's Note: Holy crap, dude, today I have mastered the art of the title. Also, if this smells a bit slashy, you are obviously experiencing olfactory hallucinations and should see a medical professional immediately. Also-also, \o/ to the maiden voyage of the "[year] 2012" tag!

The door of Vincent’s study bangs unceremoniously open. “I baked you a pie!” Maion says. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Simple Explanations
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Al and Ed
Rating: G
Word Count: 317
Warnings: major SPOILERS through Brotherhood
Summary: Brother has had many, many fine moments of breathtaking brilliance. This is not one of them.
Author's Note: For [livejournal.com profile] eltea, written for It's a Gift. :D

Al is reading the newspaper while Ed preens and luxuriates in the shower. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Something Fishy
Rating: G
Word Count: 746
Warnings: minor ickiness
Prompt: Leftovers in their less visible form are called memories. Stored in the refrigerator of the mind and the cupboard of the heart. – Thomas Fuller at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: Edward Blevins has many talents. Operating a microwave doesn't happen to be one of them. (For the record, he didn't have anything to do with the fish in the fridge.)
Author's Note: You all know the drill. XD

Edward was staring into the microwave and wincing. Vincent, peering over his shoulder, was significantly less homicidally angry than he’d expected—equable, even. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Softer Than It Looks
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Ed and Al
Rating: G
Word Count: 453
Warnings: fluff!
Prompt: a stray kitten
Summary: Al will be getting the groceries for the rest of eternity.
Author's Note: For [livejournal.com profile] powdered_opium. ♥

A spunky little gold fuzzhead is severely trying Ed’s patience. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Bayside
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: (lightly) Jack/Ianto
Rating: G
Word Count: 551
Warnings: preachiness? >_>
Prompt: “Nothing but blue skies/Passageways to windows/That don’t close” – Metric
Summary: The Quay is quiet on weeknights, but Jack's thoughts aren't as calm.
Author's Note: For [livejournal.com profile] ca_te. ♥

Jack folds his arms on the railing and leans on them, watching the lights play on the Bay. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Just Sounds Better
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Ed and Al
Rating: G
Word Count: 690
Warnings: FLUFF; major spoilers for pretty much all of Brotherhood
Prompt: Elric hugs!!
Summary: Brotherhood is not such a fragile thing as Al has sometimes feared.
Author's Note: For [livejournal.com profile] eltea. ♥ My "genre: family" tag is going to get such a workout in this fandom. 8D

The call from Ed comes exactly eight days after they parted ways in Resembool, which Al believes means that Colonel Mustang has won the betting pool. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: An Unexpected Outing
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Roy/Hawkeye
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,855
Warnings: none?
Summary: In which Hawkeye has a very, very nice evening. (Either anime 'verse you like; vaguely set either just before or towards the beginning of the main plot.)
Author's Note: Daaaaamn, a show so good it can make me ship het? ;) So much for that life thing I had for a while there.

“Lieutenant,” Roy said. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Inflammation
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: L, Light
Rating: G
Word Count: 693
Warnings: none in particular
Summary: "There's always a reason with you."
Author's Note: This ficspam needed more L-names!OTP.

L stirs his coffee in a figure-eight pattern, slowly, the spoon clinking against the sides. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Expenses
Rating: G
Word Count: 356
Warnings: (unintentional) trivialization of serious business
Prompt: Grande Finale at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: Kate's father rains on what would have been a spectacular parade.
Author's Note: I wrote this at work today. It was not what I intended at all when I started toying with the first line. I'm not sure what this thing's game is, but if it's trying to convince me that I'm secretly an optimist, I'm going to be very annoyed.

“This is going to be expensive,” Kate says. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Winning Valentine's Day
Rating: G
Word Count: 384
Warnings: virtually none, for once!
Prompt: candy hearts at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: "I can murder you whenever I want. That's what relationships are about."
Author's Note: S'up, Nick and Theo. S'up, everyone I just spammed with useless fluff almost a full week after Valentine's Day.

Theo's first mistake is having the gall to try to do his homework. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Not Too Bright
Rating: G
Word Count: 215
Warnings: angel!fail
Prompt: Your touch is electric / I felt it the first time you held me / The way we connected / So easily – 'Bliss' – John Mayer with Alice Peacock at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: In which Maion learns the hard way.
Author's Note: Prompt abuse is a serious offense. So is the art of the PUNCHLINE! drabble.

'I'm telling you,' Vincent says, 'don't do it.' )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Penance (Sucks)
Rating: G
Word Count: 719
Warnings: the usual blasphemy
Prompt: a dude pushing his way out of an igloo (…?) at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: Vincent is helping Maion do a Penance. In an igloo. In Antarctica. Because Maion has really good puppy eyes.
Author's Note: …uh, I don't know. XD

It is unfortunate that Maion looks so freaking adorable in a parka. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Caterpillars (and Butterflies)
Fandom: Honeydew Syndrome
Pairing: Josh/Metis
Rating: G
Word Count: 408
Warnings: unabashed schmaltz; Josh cannot make a metaphor to save his life
Summary: Josh is trying to do his homework, the operative word being "trying."
Author's Note: The final giftfic for [livejournal.com profile] powdered_opium. (And everyone's like THANK GOD THE FICSPAM IS OVER!", not knowing I have a crap-ton more. XD)

Josh stares at the page, blinking gritty eyes, and the letters start to blend into a caterpillar of confusion. )

[identity profile] tierfal.livejournal.com
Title: Things Theo Doesn't Know
Rating: G
Word Count: 130
Warnings: see first line
Prompt: "frosty" at [livejournal.com profile] pulped_fictions
Summary: Clearly, Nick is the best best friend ever.
Author's Note: Written this morning while "working," posted in a hurry at lunch... hello, my life. XD You are free to interpret this as Nick being (a) slashy, (b) sadistic, or (c) both.

Nick is a terrible person. )


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