_fanfiction_: FMA // Request Drabbles

I put up the request drabble meme over at feast, and since my personal journal is friends only and my f-list is, sadly, none too large, I didn't get that many requests.

But here are the request drabbles that I wrote, just because I like to show off. XD;

Fury/Havoc : Reject - uninformed

He’d always been soft-hearted. Call it a weakness, a flaw of character, whatever you may, but Cain Fury couldn’t change this particular quirk. He had no iron will to stray animals or pieces of literature, but there was one person, that, no matter how much he felt sorry for, could not say yes to.

And that man was Jean Havoc.

They’d been close friends for a while: going out to dinner with each other, buying each other various small gifts to place on their desks to surprise the other man; just generally carrying on as two best friends in an entirely platonic relationship.

That was, until one particularly enjoyable night on the town. Havoc was dropping off Fury at the dorms, when he suddenly halted his conversation and held the smaller man against the wall, pressing his nicotine-flavored lips to Cain’s.

The black-haired man squawked unwillingly, jerking his head down to taller man’s chest.

“No, Jean . . . no,” The Sergeant-Major said quietly, potently, forcefully. “I–I don’t want us to, you know, be that way. I love you–you are my best friend, after all–but I just don’t have feelings for you like that. I’m sorry.”

And with that, Cain ducked under Jean’s arm and closed the door.

“Shit,” Havoc swore, leaning his head against the doorjamb. “Shit. Even he says no. I’m hopeless.” And he wondered, hopelessly wondered, if he was going to be a reject all his life.

Winry/Sheska : Anticipation - liete

“Uh, um . . . stay still!”

Sheska’s face had turned a shade of crimson that rivaled that of a tomato in the span of two of seconds, and she looked on the verge of bursting as she grabbed Winry by the shoulders.

The mechanic blinked, took one look at the bespectacled girl in front of her, and frowned slightly. “Sheska? What’s wrong? I-I have a patient waiting for me . . . ”

“Winry Rockbell, I think I’m in love with you, and if you don’t mind, I’m going to kiss you.” Gasping, Sheska tightly closed her green eyes, puckered her lips, and leaned in.

Winry, honestly, had no idea what to do. She the hairs on the back of her neck stand straight up, felt her fingers scrabble uselessly as her wrench fell to the ground, felt her breathing become ragged and her heartbeat quicken as the girl’s lips came closer to her own. The anticipation was almost, almost too much–but a second later, they kissed.

The two didn’t part until several seconds later, each slowly pulling way and gasping for air, when the gruff man in the waiting room loudly requested that that damn pretty blonde better come in here and fix my damn leg, and Winry knew it was time to go.

Gate/Edward : Manziere - kiida_ne

He’d shown it their offer: water, carbon, ammonia, lime, phosphorous, salt, saltpeter, sulfur, fluorine, iron, silicon, blood, the secret ingredient.

They’d tried to forget it, tried to show it up. They placed their hands on the dirty basement floor, ready to reach into its depths and find their mother, ready to show the Gate that even if they were young, they were no ordinary alchemists.

Edward had steeled himself against the bright lights, tried to forget as it consumed his brother and his leg. He wouldn’t give in to this–this thing–it wouldn’t best the Elrics. They would get their mother back, whether it wanted them to or not.

He begged for it to give him his brother back, offered his legs, arms, heart; sealed the boy’s soul to the suit of armor in the corner. It’d taken his arm for that, taken a hold on his mind and implanted information into it, but the Gate had refused to give her to them.

It’d ravaged him, torn up his body, left him a bleeding mess on their ruined basement floor with the charred remains of something horrible right beside him. His brother–now really only a soul–woke, pulled Ed into his arms and wondered what had happened.

“Brother?”

“It didn’t work, Al,” The small blond gasped, trying bravely not to fall to hypotensive shock. “The secret ingredient–it didn’t help.”

The suit of armor made a sound akin to a sob. “Brother, I told you! Adding a manziere to the elements wouldn’t help bring back mom!”

But the boy in his arms hadn’t heard him; he’d already slipped into unconsciousness.

Winry/Edward : Incoherent - yoyo64

Sometimes, it was as if everything he said to her was incoherent. Winry was always begging him to tell her more about him and his brother’s lives, and he did–okay, well, he never told her everything, but he at least hinted at stuff–but she never listened. The next day, she’d smack him with a wrench and cry because he wasn’t telling her anything.

Maybe Edward Elric didn’t tell her the whole story so she didn’t worry; maybe he didn’t tell her because he didn’t want to rehear it himself; whatever it was, he didn’t tell, and Winry didn’t leave him alone. That was just how things went with her.

So one day, when the two Elrics wandered in, Ed’s automail arm hanging onto the port by only a few wires, and his metallic leg substantially shorter than his flesh one, with a fairly battered suit of armor skulking around behind him, Winry wasn’t exactly happy to see them.

“What happened to you two?!” She demanded, grimacing as tackled the blond’s mangled prosthetic with a screwdriver. “It’s been almost a year since I’ve last seen you! It’s good that you’ve actually grown some, but sheesh, why couldn’t you have come in earlier?” Winry waggled her screwdriver at him, provoking a strangled whimper from Al.

“I was just being reckless. Nothing to worry about. But that bastard colonel’s been keeping me pretty busy, so . . . ”

Winry could only sigh and shake her head sadly. Sometimes, it was as if everything she said to him was incoherent.

Havoc/Riza : Water - liete

From the instant Riza Hawkeye woke up, she knew it was going to be one of those days.

It was pouring rain, the roof was leaking, and her escort to HQ had promptly forgotten to pick her up. So as she walked to the headquarters, every soggy step of the way, carrying several immediate release forms for the colonel to sign, she earnestly wished that she could go back to bed.

Upon walking through the door, Fury informed her that the colonel had called in sick–she had considered doing that herself–so there went signing the papers. Riza thanked the sergeant-major, sighed, and stalked off into the office.

She was halfway through reading a paper on damage control for Fullmetal when Jean Havoc planted one hand down on her desk and asked her out for lunch. The blonde considered it for a moment, decided that it was better than sitting there feeling sorry for herself, and accepted.

He put on all his airs, played the perfect gentleman: held the umbrella for her as they strolled through the rain, took her out to eat at the finest local restaurant, tried hard to make intelligent conversation and flatter her at every opportunity he got. This was, in his mind, perceived as a date and she was seen as a potential girlfriend, so he was damn well going to make the best of it.

It surprised Riza that his sophisticated facade was actually fairly opaque, even for her. Or perhaps she was getting a glance at the true Jean Havoc, a rare glimmer of this man who appeared to be luckless in love and lazy. Regardless, the lieutenant was sure of one thing; she was with a man who definitely was not useless when water came into play.


And because I have a lot more writing I should be doing, I'm going to pass the meme along to you guys:

I've got an extremely long list of fanfiction to write, and I'm very uninspired and generally blah on the creative side right now. So give me a pairing or threesome (FMA, of course, being that all my fics-to-write are for that fandom) and a random word, and I'll spit out a drabble for it! It can be yaoi, yuri, het; I don't care. Just give me something to write and get the creative juices flowing!

C'mon! Shoot away!

(Oh, and I made a new layout: __kirisaite, and gave it a name: "Deus Ex Machina"! Because it's pretty. >_>;)