Flash Fiction (Take Five - Part Final)
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dracoqueen22a/n: And finally, we have the last two pieces of flash fiction. So does anyone know where I can get my hands on a handy-dandy guide to Transformers lingo? lol. I had such a hard time with the TF piece, but I persevered and it's done. Go me! And remember, these are unbeta'ed so ignore all grammar mistakes.
Enjoy!
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hockeyiris
Prompt: forever, Roy/Maes
Roy, Maes, and Gracia are characters from the anime/manga Fullmetal Alchemist by Hiromu Arakawa. Eh... warnings for hinted infidelity and future hetness and definite slashiness. This one's kinda bittersweet.
He notices the shiny stones when he walks by the window, not paying any particular attention to the stores, but unable to miss the gleaming display of precious metals and rare jewels.
Roy pauses and peers through the glass, staring at rows and rows of rings, all in different designs. Hands in his pockets, he tilts his head to the side, admiring the delicate fashion in which the gold wound around each perfectly set diamond. The designs varied, twists and symbols and straight lines and chunks of pure stone or sparkly, tinier bits.
That they are wedding rings, arranged in sets of two doesn't escape Roy's notice.
He likes the one in the middle, simple yet elegant. The band is made of white cold and consists of four thin rings, wound together in an intricate knot. A small diamond rests in the middle, not ostentatious but beautiful nonetheless.
It really resembles the one Maes recently bought for Gracia.
In the end, it isn't the price tag that makes Roy turn away. He has no need for a ring, no matter how shiny it might be.
Still, he ponders as he heads home, the crisp evening air a perfect counterpoint to the heat that swirls around excitedly inside him. It doesn't show on his face of course, but anyone who knows him, will recognize it.
His tiny apartment comes into sight and Roy hurries toward it, wondering if anyone will be waiting for him. Wondering if he'll find silence and stillness, or the warmth of a dinner mid-preparation and an embrace that Maes calls a hug but Roy likens it more to a tackle.
He pulls his key out of his pocket with a tiny jingle and reaches for the door knob, but before he can so much as push metal into the lock, the door swings open. Maes stands there, grin stretching ear to ear, looking quite sexy in casual clothes, wide neck of his sweatshirt revealing an attractive streak of collarbone.
For a moment, Roy forgets to breathe, stunned as always by the sight of the man who means everything to him.
“Welcome home!” he all but bellows, and drags Roy inside, wrapping arms around the Alchemist in a fierce embrace. Roy closes his eyes, letting the familiar scent of cologne and aftershave wrap around him.
This, right here, is all the proof Roy needs. Rings aren't needed to bind he and Maes together. They've something much deeper than that, much more permanent. Something not even Gracia can break.
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Prompt: Jazz/Prowl, “Pain” Three Days Grace
Jazz and Prowl are from the Transformers universe of the Hasbro toy line and yeah, this is the part where I complain about how hard a new fandom is. Incidentally, TF lingo is nearly nonexistent here. Pardon my newbieness. Also, this fic takes place in an imaginary universe that I just made up because I'm not about to dive into the mess that is the different TF canons. Warning for mechaporn so NSFW.
Phew. That was more difficult than I expected. Bleach will return on next Friday's flash fiction, I promise. Though I don't know when that will be. This Friday marks the beginning of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
freeficfriday for me. But we shall see the return of The Beautiful Lie, Buyer's Remorse, and Synesthesia over the next few days.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Enjoy!
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hockeyiris Prompt: forever, Roy/Maes
Roy, Maes, and Gracia are characters from the anime/manga Fullmetal Alchemist by Hiromu Arakawa. Eh... warnings for hinted infidelity and future hetness and definite slashiness. This one's kinda bittersweet.
He notices the shiny stones when he walks by the window, not paying any particular attention to the stores, but unable to miss the gleaming display of precious metals and rare jewels.
Roy pauses and peers through the glass, staring at rows and rows of rings, all in different designs. Hands in his pockets, he tilts his head to the side, admiring the delicate fashion in which the gold wound around each perfectly set diamond. The designs varied, twists and symbols and straight lines and chunks of pure stone or sparkly, tinier bits.
That they are wedding rings, arranged in sets of two doesn't escape Roy's notice.
He likes the one in the middle, simple yet elegant. The band is made of white cold and consists of four thin rings, wound together in an intricate knot. A small diamond rests in the middle, not ostentatious but beautiful nonetheless.
It really resembles the one Maes recently bought for Gracia.
In the end, it isn't the price tag that makes Roy turn away. He has no need for a ring, no matter how shiny it might be.
Still, he ponders as he heads home, the crisp evening air a perfect counterpoint to the heat that swirls around excitedly inside him. It doesn't show on his face of course, but anyone who knows him, will recognize it.
His tiny apartment comes into sight and Roy hurries toward it, wondering if anyone will be waiting for him. Wondering if he'll find silence and stillness, or the warmth of a dinner mid-preparation and an embrace that Maes calls a hug but Roy likens it more to a tackle.
He pulls his key out of his pocket with a tiny jingle and reaches for the door knob, but before he can so much as push metal into the lock, the door swings open. Maes stands there, grin stretching ear to ear, looking quite sexy in casual clothes, wide neck of his sweatshirt revealing an attractive streak of collarbone.
For a moment, Roy forgets to breathe, stunned as always by the sight of the man who means everything to him.
“Welcome home!” he all but bellows, and drags Roy inside, wrapping arms around the Alchemist in a fierce embrace. Roy closes his eyes, letting the familiar scent of cologne and aftershave wrap around him.
This, right here, is all the proof Roy needs. Rings aren't needed to bind he and Maes together. They've something much deeper than that, much more permanent. Something not even Gracia can break.
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animelover1993 Prompt: Jazz/Prowl, “Pain” Three Days Grace
Jazz and Prowl are from the Transformers universe of the Hasbro toy line and yeah, this is the part where I complain about how hard a new fandom is. Incidentally, TF lingo is nearly nonexistent here. Pardon my newbieness. Also, this fic takes place in an imaginary universe that I just made up because I'm not about to dive into the mess that is the different TF canons. Warning for mechaporn so NSFW.
I had a dream. Or a nightmare. A premonition of the future.
Fingers curl around his arms, dragging him closer with a screech of chestplate on chestplate. There's an arousing vibration to accompany the motion as well, one that seems to reverberate throughout Prowl's entire body.
His words seem to echo around them, barely more than a whisper but growing louder with each desperate touch and frantic motion.
You and Optimus were searching for the All Spark. No, I don't know why it was missing.
Energy sparks around them, and Jazz' fingertips dance across Prowl's chassis. Jazz is a mech in motion, grinding and touching, his exhaust fans whirring noisily. He's murmuring, too, words of endearment, words of promise, words that don't really make sense but reverberate through Prowl's sensors anyway.
You found it on a planet called Earth. It already had life, intelligent life, but the humans are small creatures, easily trampled if a 'bot wasn't careful.
Jazz shoves him down, hard against the berth, hard enough that Prowl's entire body vibrates. Hard enough to dent maybe, but Prowl can't find it in him to care. It doesn't hurt, even makes desire flash through his entire being. He shudders, fingers clutching onto Jazz's arm, dragging him down, closer and closer.
Megatron was there.
Fingers press against his joints, gently coast over delicate wiring, touches that make Prowl shudder again. Jazz could so easily injure him, but Prowl knows that he won't. Not ever. With so much that could be uncertain, this Prowl knows for sure. Pleasure dances through his circuits, Prowl's own fans whirring with a worrisome pace.
He tore you in half and tossed you away like you were worth nothing more than scrap. There was nothing Ratchet could do.
“That's not goin' to happen!” Jazz says fiercely, as though scanning Prowl's processor, somehow getting into his memory circuit and pulling the words right out of him. His grip tightens almost unbearably, until metal creaks and groans under the strain.
Jazz's optics blaze brightly, conveying everything he wishes to add but doesn't need to say. Prowl already understands.
Prowl reaches up, fingers cupping Jazz's face. “I know,” he says, and Jazz's optics soften with emotion, too deep to name. “It was just a dream.”
Fingers curl around his arms, dragging him closer with a screech of chestplate on chestplate. There's an arousing vibration to accompany the motion as well, one that seems to reverberate throughout Prowl's entire body.
His words seem to echo around them, barely more than a whisper but growing louder with each desperate touch and frantic motion.
You and Optimus were searching for the All Spark. No, I don't know why it was missing.
Energy sparks around them, and Jazz' fingertips dance across Prowl's chassis. Jazz is a mech in motion, grinding and touching, his exhaust fans whirring noisily. He's murmuring, too, words of endearment, words of promise, words that don't really make sense but reverberate through Prowl's sensors anyway.
You found it on a planet called Earth. It already had life, intelligent life, but the humans are small creatures, easily trampled if a 'bot wasn't careful.
Jazz shoves him down, hard against the berth, hard enough that Prowl's entire body vibrates. Hard enough to dent maybe, but Prowl can't find it in him to care. It doesn't hurt, even makes desire flash through his entire being. He shudders, fingers clutching onto Jazz's arm, dragging him down, closer and closer.
Megatron was there.
Fingers press against his joints, gently coast over delicate wiring, touches that make Prowl shudder again. Jazz could so easily injure him, but Prowl knows that he won't. Not ever. With so much that could be uncertain, this Prowl knows for sure. Pleasure dances through his circuits, Prowl's own fans whirring with a worrisome pace.
He tore you in half and tossed you away like you were worth nothing more than scrap. There was nothing Ratchet could do.
“That's not goin' to happen!” Jazz says fiercely, as though scanning Prowl's processor, somehow getting into his memory circuit and pulling the words right out of him. His grip tightens almost unbearably, until metal creaks and groans under the strain.
Jazz's optics blaze brightly, conveying everything he wishes to add but doesn't need to say. Prowl already understands.
Prowl reaches up, fingers cupping Jazz's face. “I know,” he says, and Jazz's optics soften with emotion, too deep to name. “It was just a dream.”
freeficfriday for me. But we shall see the return of The Beautiful Lie, Buyer's Remorse, and Synesthesia over the next few days. As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
