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Drabble Meme

Drabble meme.

01. Give me a pairing that I like, or at least have some knowledge of.

02. Give me something to start from; A single word, a sentence, a thought, totally random or well thought, incoherent or insightful. Then I'll write a drabble of around 100-200 words however much I feel like  according to your wishes. The level of incoherency might vary, no high-class literature guarantee.

03. Offer your own friends a chance to request drabbles. If you wish, you don't have to feel obliged.

Is it bad that I think I've posted more entries about random things than actual fic? When this is my writing journal? Oh well.
I feel like doing something different like this, so don't be shy, hit me with some pairings! Doesn't have to be romantic pairings. If you need to, you can look at my profile for some more idea of what fandoms I'm into. I'm not too picky as to what pairing I write.



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Nov. 26th, 2011 06:34 pm (UTC)
FMA, Ed/Winry, Motivation
Dec. 1st, 2011 10:54 pm (UTC)
Thank you for the prompt! I'm sorry it took me so long to get it written. I kind of used your prompt as a jumping-off point in my thought process- kind of hard to tell where this came from, haha.

And beware the sappiness.

The Fullmetal Alchemist saved the world two years ago. A fitting end for the savior of the world might have seen him surrounded by luxuries, his every dream fulfilled. Edward, instead, lived in a tattered old Automail shop and spent his time adjusting to his loss of alchemy. After two years, living without alchemy felt less like a crippling injury and more like an old war wound that only bothered him when the weather was cold. He was getting used to it. There was still the occasional moment where a househould project would become especially frustrating without his old skill, but for the most part, he managed.

But still…sometimes, in the dead of night, when Al was asleep and couldn't make him feel guilty about his less than heroic thoughts, Ed felt like he deserved more. He knew he would give up alchemy again in a heartbeat if he had to save his brother, but where was his reward for all that he had sacrificed for the citizens of Amestris? Only a scarce few of them actually knew what had happened- Ed wasn't sure he had ever even been thanked for the things he had done.

In the sharp light of day, Ed remembered his thoughts from the night before and felt ashamed. Everyone he loved was alive and well- and living in the rural, quiet town of Risembool meant that he got to spend as much time with them as he wanted.

Today, Ed decided to tackle the repairs on the porch that he had been putting off for weeks. Manual labor would help sweat out any risidual guilt.

It was midmorning when he started, and with the summer sun beating down on him, it took no time at all to work up the sweat he had promised himself. Winry poked her head outside when she heard the sound of her porch being dismantled.

"Ooh, Ed, you're finally fixing the porch? I'm glad, Granny came so close to falling off that loose step the other day..."

Ed snorted to himself. "Like that old bat would ever let a porch take her down."

Winry only laughed and dissapeared back into the house. Ed was quite content by himself; the workout he was getting was already making him feel better. When Winry returned a little bit later with fresh lemonade, however, he wasn't about to complain. She set a glass down in front of his work station, then sat down herself and let her legs dangle off of the side of the porch.

Ed picked up his glass with a mumbled thanks. He could see Winry out of the corner of his eye as he took a sip. He watched the familiar way her hair caught the sunlight, how her sundress rippled in the breeze. A moment later, she noticed him staring; her mouth quirked in a smile he knew all too well and her head tilted just so. Ed responded to the unspoken request and moved in front of her, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her close. Her mouth tasted cool and sweet when she kissed him. In that moment, Ed knew that somehow, the world really had given him a reward; he couldn't have asked for anything more.
Dec. 2nd, 2011 03:35 am (UTC)
This is really sweet. I love the juxtaposition of Ed's night time versus day time thoughts. And how adorable, him thinking that maybe he didn't really need any more thanks.
Dec. 31st, 2011 07:09 pm (UTC)
Aw, Ed! I'm sure it was a strange adjustment for him to make (even if he ultimately ends up okay with it). And I love the last paragraph - very cute.
Jan. 1st, 2012 01:21 am (UTC)
Thank you! Yeah, I kind of see Ed never really completely getting over the loss of alchemy, since it was such a big part of him. But otherwise, his life is full.
Dec. 31st, 2011 08:04 pm (UTC)
I agree with evil_little_dog. I love the contrast between his thoughts in the day and his thoughts at night. Funny how shedding light on things change how they look... and how you can eat your own head at night when there is nothing going on to stop you.
Jan. 1st, 2012 01:22 am (UTC)
I've definitely been there, haha. Thanks for reading!
Nov. 26th, 2011 06:38 pm (UTC)
How about some more Zukaang then, for practice? :) Prompt: upbeat attitude.
Dec. 4th, 2011 06:38 am (UTC)
I'm always up for more Zukaang. c: Also, so sorry this took so long to write. It wasn't for lack of want, life just got... draining. Thank you for the prompt! I actually really liked the little idea I came up with, I'd like to go back at some point and write more about their trip.

Aang knew before they landed that Zuko did not expect to find his mother in this colony, but he didn't let that stop him from bringing Appa down on a flat piece of land. The citizens quickly clustered around them--by now the Sky Bison was famous, and everyone knew to keep an eye in the sky for the Avatar-- and Aang, after a brief greeting, asked them about the woman they were looking for. Zuko sat listlessly in the saddle while Aang described Ursa; he hardly even seemed aware that they had landed.

Aang used Zuko for his description, pointing out the boy's white skin and dark hair. In a colony full of dark-skinned Earthbenders, a woman like Ursa would have stood out; it didn't take long for Aang to deduce that Zuko's hunch was right. Aang thanked the villagers, then turned to Zuko.

"It's getting late," Aang said. "Maybe we should stay here for the night and keep trying tomorrow?"

"Fine." Zuko didn't even turn around.

Aang tried not to let the pessimism spread. He instead turned back to the group of people still gathered around and delivered the news that they would be staying. Some hurried off to fetch them food and supplies, which Aang was thankful for. If the two of them had asked for it, they would have no doubt been offered a place to stay- but with the mild weather, they preferred to spend their time outdoors.

As the last of the villagers filtered away, Aang studied Zuko worriedly. Zuko had been so enthusiastic about looking for his mother when they started, and Aang knew how badly Zuko wanted to find her. But the more places they fruitlessly visited, the more hopeless Zuko became.

Aang was determined to help look, as much as Zuko had fought him on it, saying that it was a trip he had to make alone. They were so much more productive on Appa- and besides, Aang had wanted to come. In actuality, he was starting to feel guilty about how much he was enjoying himself. It was important that they find Ursa, but Aang looked at this trip as something more, too. After all of the chaos of the war, it was sort of like he and Zuko's private getaway. Aang enjoyed spending quiet time with the Firelord- he just wasn't sure Zuko felt the same way. Aang liked the freedom of having an open schedule and spending his days flying around on Appa. He liked being able to see firsthand how the world had changed for the better since the war. Most of all, he liked the nights he and Zuko spent together; some evenings Zuko kept his distance, but others he slept curled against Aang's back, making him feel warm and comfortable and safe.

It was probably selfish of Aang to treat this trip like a vacation when Zuko was so worried about his mother. He stared at the hard line of Zuko's back and tried to think of something reassuring to say.

"We'll find her, Zuko." That didn't seem like enough. "I was gone for a hundred years, and someone still found me."

Zuko glanced over his shoulder and Aang's smile faltered.

"I guess you're right. We've only been gone a week, I shouldn't give up hope yet," Zuko said.

Those were the most upbeat words Aang had heard Zuko speak in a long time. He breathed out a sigh of relief and his optimistic grin returned.

"Yeah, Zuko! We have so many more places to look!"
Anything to encourage Zuko's spirit.

Aang just barely caught a glimpse of the tiny smile Zuko aimed at him, but it made his heart feel ten times lighter.

Dec. 4th, 2011 06:39 am (UTC)
Zuko was stretching the stiffness out of his legs when the villagers came back with food. They were hesitant to approach Zuko, especially after he ignored their welcome, so Aang flew down from his perch on Appa and accepted the supplies.

"Thank you," Zuko called to their retreating backs.

By the time night fell, Zuko and Aang had a fire going, their sleeping bags spread out, and had started to pick through the food. The villagers were even thoughtful enough to bring them hay for Appa, and the sky bison ate noisily while Aang leaned against one of his legs.

Dinner was quiet, which was unusual. Aang normally did a pretty good job of filling in silences, but tonight he could see that Zuko wanted to talk, so he kept his own mouth shut. Finally, when the food was almost gone, Aang's waiting paid off.

"I don't think I ever thanked you for coming with me," Zuko said softly. "But I need to. I wouldn't have gotten far without you or Appa."

"Yeah, Appa comes in handy when you have to comb the world to find someone," Aang said. Deep down, he felt relieved. A part of him had always worried that Zuko would have rather done this trip alone, and that he was finding Aang's presence an annoyance.

"I wasn't just talking about Appa," said Zuko.

Aang's stomach did a happy little wiggle when he saw how Zuko was looking at him. Funny how those stomach gymnastics had only started with this trip. Maybe it had something to do with it being only the two of them, or the pretty way Zuko's skin reflected the firelight.

Aang looked away, feeling suddenly bashful. "You don't have to thank me, Zuko. I was happy to come with you."

It was so quiet, this far away from the colony, and with Appa encircling almost their whole campsite, it felt like they were the only people for miles.

"I want you to find Ursa. I can't wait to meet her," Aang went on cheerfully.

Zuko actually smiled back at that, but Aang noticed it was tinged with sadness. "I know she'll like you."

Aang leaned toward Zuko, determined to give him hope.

"We'll find her, Zuko. I won't stop looking until we do."

(Jeez, good thing I didn't limit myself to 200 words. Clearly I have a problem.)
Dec. 5th, 2011 08:46 am (UTC)
Man, I'm absent from the Internets for just one weekend and that's what greets me when I get back? :D SO CUTE! Adorable! And so warm, and fluffy and just d'awwwww! I love it to pieces, especially that part around the campsite, with Zuko's quiet and honest admission, their relationship here is simply beautiful. I'm excited to hear you want to write more for this verse because it has amazing potential to become a great longer fic. Now I'm so happy I could prompt you to write it :D
Dec. 5th, 2011 02:44 pm (UTC)
Aww yay, I'm glad you like it! I do think it'll be lots of fun to write about them exploring their relationship while traveling around the world. I don't think I really mentioned it in the fic, but my headcanon for them so far is that maybe they've like, shared some kisses once or twice since the war, so now they're trying to figure out what is really going on and how they feel. And. Yeah. We'll see what happens. c:
Thank you!!
Nov. 26th, 2011 10:05 pm (UTC)
Ed/Hei :)
Prompt: Childish
Have fun! Oh, and can you give me a pairing/prompt as well? I feel like I need to write something...
Nov. 26th, 2011 11:35 pm (UTC)
I've been craving some Ed/Schieska.
Prompt: awkward but fluffy confessions?
If you give me something back, I could try my hat at some fic. Give me some practice for when I decide to bring out the big guns :D
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