Flash Fiction (Take Eight - Part One)
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deceivingyou
Prompt: Maes/Roy, first times
Roy and Maes are characters from Fullmetal Alchemist by Hiromu Arakawa. This can be considered pre-canon. It's got some mild kissing and some mild boylove. Please enjoy.
Fortheablackthorn
Prompt: Doumeki/Watanuki, Doumeki's birthday
Doumeki, Watanuki, and Himawari are characters from the anime/manga xxx-HoLiC by CLAMP. This is completely work-safe and spoiler-free.
There are at least five more pieces of flash fiction to come, so keep your eyes peeled for your requests. I do hope you enjoyed these. Thanks to everyone for participating!
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deceivingyou Prompt: Maes/Roy, first times
Roy and Maes are characters from Fullmetal Alchemist by Hiromu Arakawa. This can be considered pre-canon. It's got some mild kissing and some mild boylove. Please enjoy.
It is such a simple thing really.
Roy shouldn't be reacting like this, but he can't help himself. No one else would pay much attention to the minor change. But Roy does. His eyes track that small impression, just a small evidence of a not-quite-right fit that sits on the left-hand side of Maes' nose.
Weird how in all their months of knowing each other, this is the first time he's seen Maes take his glasses off. It's like watching a different man emerge from the sometimes cool, sometimes goofy shell that is his best friend. Maybe it's like a shield, a mask, and he's just now letting Roy see him like that.
He likes it. He loves the way it makes his eyes seem that much brighter, a clear hazel that cuts through Roy like a knife. It makes Roy's heart pound, his palms sweat, makes him like he hasn't in a very long time. Like a gangly, awkward teenager fighting for the right words to say, and only coming up with all the wrong things.
“Roy?” Maes is looking at him, confused and maybe a little worried.
Heat steals into his cheeks as Roy shoves his hands into his pockets and hastily looks away. “Nothing,” he says.
There's a crunch of boots over gravel as Maes turns back toward him, still rubbing the end of his shirt over his lenses. Roy can hear the soft swish-swish of moving cloth.
“Is it really?” Maes sounds mischievous.
Roy forces himself to look at Maes. “Yes,” he insists, but Maes is much closer to him now, eyes more open and bright. His face gets hotter. “Put your glasses back on.”
Maes chuckles deeply, very amused, and there's an impish twinkle in his eyes. “Why? Do I look good like this? Are you falling for me again?”
Roy snorts, tries to make a graceful exit. “You're full of yourself,” he mutters.
“Am I?” Maes asks as his fingers grip Roy's chin, turning his face back toward Maes.
He has a moment to see those beautiful eyes startlingly close before Maes closes the distance between them, with a teasing kiss that never fails to arouse. It's all too brief, and Maes is smirking all over again as he slides his glasses back on, pushing them up with a single press of his finger.
Roy fights off the urge to blush again. “You are,” he argues, and turns away quickly, the sound of Maes' laughter following him as he goes.
Roy shouldn't be reacting like this, but he can't help himself. No one else would pay much attention to the minor change. But Roy does. His eyes track that small impression, just a small evidence of a not-quite-right fit that sits on the left-hand side of Maes' nose.
Weird how in all their months of knowing each other, this is the first time he's seen Maes take his glasses off. It's like watching a different man emerge from the sometimes cool, sometimes goofy shell that is his best friend. Maybe it's like a shield, a mask, and he's just now letting Roy see him like that.
He likes it. He loves the way it makes his eyes seem that much brighter, a clear hazel that cuts through Roy like a knife. It makes Roy's heart pound, his palms sweat, makes him like he hasn't in a very long time. Like a gangly, awkward teenager fighting for the right words to say, and only coming up with all the wrong things.
“Roy?” Maes is looking at him, confused and maybe a little worried.
Heat steals into his cheeks as Roy shoves his hands into his pockets and hastily looks away. “Nothing,” he says.
There's a crunch of boots over gravel as Maes turns back toward him, still rubbing the end of his shirt over his lenses. Roy can hear the soft swish-swish of moving cloth.
“Is it really?” Maes sounds mischievous.
Roy forces himself to look at Maes. “Yes,” he insists, but Maes is much closer to him now, eyes more open and bright. His face gets hotter. “Put your glasses back on.”
Maes chuckles deeply, very amused, and there's an impish twinkle in his eyes. “Why? Do I look good like this? Are you falling for me again?”
Roy snorts, tries to make a graceful exit. “You're full of yourself,” he mutters.
“Am I?” Maes asks as his fingers grip Roy's chin, turning his face back toward Maes.
He has a moment to see those beautiful eyes startlingly close before Maes closes the distance between them, with a teasing kiss that never fails to arouse. It's all too brief, and Maes is smirking all over again as he slides his glasses back on, pushing them up with a single press of his finger.
Roy fights off the urge to blush again. “You are,” he argues, and turns away quickly, the sound of Maes' laughter following him as he goes.
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theablackthorn Prompt: Doumeki/Watanuki, Doumeki's birthday
Doumeki, Watanuki, and Himawari are characters from the anime/manga xxx-HoLiC by CLAMP. This is completely work-safe and spoiler-free.
Chop! Chop! Watanuki mutters under his breath, his knife slamming against the cutting board in neat, even strokes. He effortlessly slices through each vegetable until it's cut to perfection.
It's not anything special, he reasons to himself. He just had a little free time is all. It has nothing to do with the fact today is Doumeki's birthday. Nothing at all. In fact, Watanuki barely remembered it.
He tells himself this as he packs the double layer bento and ties it off with a furoshiki cloth that coincidentally is Doumeki's favorite color. Watanuki didn't choose it; things just happened that way. And if there's a certain favorite treat for a certain stupid oaf, Watanuki didn't intend that either. It's all an accident, pure and simple.
Lunchtime rolls around and Himawari-chan looks exceptionally cute today. Her smile makes him all warm and giddy inside, like she's surrounded by a halo of sparkles.
And then Doumeki shows up. Watanuki shoves his lunch at him without any fanfare and gushes over Himawari-chan's cute bento even if it is store bought. He doesn't give the big idiot another glance. Why should he?
There's nothing special about this day, except for the fact he gets to see Himawari-chan of course. Nope. Nothing at all.
“Oi.”
Watanuki's eyebrow twitches and he whirls toward Doumeki, back straight as a board and hands clenched at his side. “What?”
Doumeki pops one of Watanuki's carefully crafted onigiri into his mouth without any hint of delicacy whatsoever. “S'good.”
Is that supposed to be a compliment or something? Watanuki feels his ears turn hot.
“But you forgot the salmon.”
Watanuki explodes. “Do I look like your personal cook?”
Himawari-chan giggles, and she's just so cute when she does that, except-- “It was so sweet of you to remember Doumeki's birthday, Watanuki.”
“I didn't-- I wouldn't--” Watanuki splutters, his face growing more heated. Himawari-chan giggles again and that dumb oaf just keeps shoveling the food in like it was made special for him or something. Che.
It's not anything special, he reasons to himself. He just had a little free time is all. It has nothing to do with the fact today is Doumeki's birthday. Nothing at all. In fact, Watanuki barely remembered it.
He tells himself this as he packs the double layer bento and ties it off with a furoshiki cloth that coincidentally is Doumeki's favorite color. Watanuki didn't choose it; things just happened that way. And if there's a certain favorite treat for a certain stupid oaf, Watanuki didn't intend that either. It's all an accident, pure and simple.
Lunchtime rolls around and Himawari-chan looks exceptionally cute today. Her smile makes him all warm and giddy inside, like she's surrounded by a halo of sparkles.
And then Doumeki shows up. Watanuki shoves his lunch at him without any fanfare and gushes over Himawari-chan's cute bento even if it is store bought. He doesn't give the big idiot another glance. Why should he?
There's nothing special about this day, except for the fact he gets to see Himawari-chan of course. Nope. Nothing at all.
“Oi.”
Watanuki's eyebrow twitches and he whirls toward Doumeki, back straight as a board and hands clenched at his side. “What?”
Doumeki pops one of Watanuki's carefully crafted onigiri into his mouth without any hint of delicacy whatsoever. “S'good.”
Is that supposed to be a compliment or something? Watanuki feels his ears turn hot.
“But you forgot the salmon.”
Watanuki explodes. “Do I look like your personal cook?”
Himawari-chan giggles, and she's just so cute when she does that, except-- “It was so sweet of you to remember Doumeki's birthday, Watanuki.”
“I didn't-- I wouldn't--” Watanuki splutters, his face growing more heated. Himawari-chan giggles again and that dumb oaf just keeps shoveling the food in like it was made special for him or something. Che.
There are at least five more pieces of flash fiction to come, so keep your eyes peeled for your requests. I do hope you enjoyed these. Thanks to everyone for participating!
