Meme: 5 Requests

[ficwize]

Meme-time, since I"m waiting for football to start. :D

Warning: I've been drinking already. But that's what you get when you're SNOWED IN and there is football on TV tonight! Wheee!

The first five people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet/haiku? of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. No need to limit yourself to fandoms I know but if I don't, I am just going to make up something ridiculous.

Comments

[sabriel75.livejournal.com]

My day has been pure shite and I'm depressed... May I request Sherlock/Death Note/Merlin/Hunger Games (you choose whatever you like from these)?

[ficwize.livejournal.com]

Death Note and Hunger Games at your disposal. Wanna toss me a prompt? Or characters?

[sabriel75.livejournal.com]

Kat/Peta ~ forgive

Light/L ~ forgive

THANK you. :D

[ficwize.livejournal.com]

There were nights that Light could not sleep. The sound of traffic echoed up from the street below, bouncing off the buildings until the clatter of it through the balcony door seemed as loud as if he stood on the street corner. Shifting slowly, Light rolled to his side, startled to see that L also did not sleep.

The detective studied Light for a long moment, only the occasional flash of light reflecting in his eyes. Light held his breath for a moment, then whispered, "I forgive you for thinking that I'm Kira."

L nodded slowly, his expression not changing. "I forgive you, Light."

"For what?"

"For being Kira," L breathed and Light stiffened, the metal of the manacle on his wrist suddenly, inexplicably, choking the breath from him.

"I'm not Kira."

L said nothing and Light rolled away. Closing his eyes, he started counting backwards from a thousand. It kept his thoughts away from the echoing suggestion that maybe he was wrong. Maybe L was right. And Light could forgive L for thinking him a murderer, but he did not know if he could ever forgive himself for being one.

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There were nights that Light could not sleep. The sound of traffic echoed up from the street below, bouncing off the buildings until the clatter of it through the balcony door seemed as loud as if he stood on the street corner. Shifting slowly, Light rolled to his side, startled still to find himself alone.

L had been dead for almost a week now and every time Light closed his eyes to sleep, he could see L's eyes reflecting Light's visage as the detective gasped his last. Lying on his back, Light stared sightlessly at the ceiling, wondering what L's last thoughts had been.

For some reason, Light doubted they had been of forgiveness.

[sabriel75.livejournal.com]

Oh... fantastic! Thank you so much.

What a sad, but very Death Note ending. Excellent characterization.

[likeadeuce.livejournal.com]

Do you think you could do something from Fullmetal Alchemist? Winry & the Elrics (in a platonic way. . .)

[ficwize.livejournal.com]

I can!

[ficwize.livejournal.com]

(It has been forever since I wrote FMA and I'm so far behind right now. But, I love these characters. :) I hope this is even a tiny bit like what you might have wanted!)

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Winry knew what the soldiers said about her and Edward. In a way, she supposed they weren't completely wrong. She had loved Edward and Alphonse for as long as she could remember and she had known them her whole life. She remembered the way Edward's eyes would crinkle when he laughed and the way Alphonse would squeeze extra hard when he hugged.

Neither of the Elric brothers laughed or hugged much anymore. Her grandmother thought them both fools; worse, she was afraid they were damned. Winry could see the fear in her eyes. That was why she had followed them all the way to Central City.

"Winry, can't you make it stronger?" Edward demands, petulantly as she kneels by his bed, trying to repair the damage he'd done to his automail this time. Alphonse sits silently in the corner, his huge body still seeming so empthy compared to the life he'd once carried with him.

"It's automail, not a magic shield," Winry scolds back, absently. She's already calculated that an extra bolt will keep his elbow from breaking again. "You're not supposed to use it like a club, idiot."

Behind her, she heard one of the soldiers titter in amusement, but Winry ignores him. She knows that when Edward says "make it stronger," he means make me stronger. Unfortunately, there are no tools in the world that Winry can use to make Edward stronger - for Alphonse, for her, for himself - so Winry does the one thing she can think of to help. She follows him.

[likeadeuce.livejournal.com]

That is fantastic. Just perfectly them, well done :)

[shane-mayhem.livejournal.com]

Yyyyeah number 5! (I hope)

And FUCK YEAH for snowed in! Wish it would happen to me. I'm gonna go ahead and drink anyway, though.

...wait, I don't remember what fandoms you do anymore, so I guess the drabble/ficlet/haiku is something of your choosing. I ask only for food-related fluff. :)

[ficwize.livejournal.com]

No. 3 actually. :D

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"What is this?" Jack looks up in surprise, after Tosh sets a bowl down on his desk.

"Chicken soup."

"Okay," Jack leans back, his expression thoughtful. "Why?"

"You've not been acting yourself lately," Tosh shrugs, her eyes lingering on his before she looks down. "I thought this might help."

"I don't get sick," Jack reminds her.

"Maybe not physically," Tosh murmurs. "But heartsick doesn't kill you, Jack. I know."

Slowly, Jack leaned forward until his chair was on firm ground again. "I'm all right, Tosh. It was... a long time ago."

"And only a moment past," Tosh smiles at him and Jack realizes again, with a start of surprise that annoys him, how smart and perceptive this woman truly was.

"No pithy book or cliche? You're not going to give me a card that says it's better to have love and lost than never have loved at all? Or a book called Chicken Soup for the Soul?"

Tosh's eyes cloud and she sighs softly. "If you ever find something that works like that, Jack, you'll have to tell me. I've not found it."

He feels like an arse. "Tosh, I..."

She smiles at him again. "Enjoy the soup, Jack. I made it myself."

[shane-mayhem.livejournal.com]

That is SO ADORABLE.

:D

[ficwize.livejournal.com]

LOL. I've only done 3... I've still got 2 more.

Unless I drank a lot more than I thought...