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10 November 2008 @ 04:20 pm
Lyric Challenge Part 2: FMA Fic  
Using one page for all the lyric challenge fics is getting unwieldy, but fifteen separate small pages seems annoying, so I'm breaking them up by fandom.

Title: Bastards on Parade
Author: Lyra
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Synopsis: All Alphonse wanted was to be left alone...

Author's Notes: Written for cornerofmadness' request in my title challenge. Unbeta'd flashfic

Bastards on Parade

Alphonse had always been known as the sweet Elric brother: even-tempered, quiet, sweet, and eager to please. The one who never got mad and always had something nice to say to everyone. Right now though, Al was ready to murder every single person who walked into his room.

He had been bedridden for weeks, subsiding on nothing but hearty broths and mashed vegetables, spooned down his throat at least five times a day. The doctor had only cleared him for normal foods on Monday, and he’d finally convinced Winry to bake him that apple pie, despite her worries about his system being unable to handle the fat and sugar. But now, the pie was sitting on his bedside table, its spicy-sweet syrup congealing on the plate as he put it aside to greet another well-meaning visitor.

“Yes sir, I’m doing very well, thanks for coming to see me,” he said to Lieutenant Havoc, who had wheeled himself in a minute ago. The Xingese alchemy, coupled with some modifications he and Edward had devised, had healed Lieutenant Havoc’s spinal injury but the extensive muscle atrophy still left the man in a wheelchair most of the time.

Havoc spoke around the unlit cigarette dangling from his lips, and Al hoped the man would make it short. His pie was still slightly warm, the dense layers of apples having trapped a good bit of heat, but that wasn’t going to last forever. “Well, it’s good to see you, Alphonse. To see you, that is, not that armour.” He jerked his head, indicating the suit of armour that lurked somewhere in the house; Al hadn’t had the heart to throw it out but didn’t want to see it either. The motion brought Havoc’s attention to the pie on the end table, and Al held his breath. “Is that apple pie?”
The only thing that saved Lieutenant Jean Havoc’s life at that moment was a lack of coordination from Alphonse’s body as a vessel for murderous rage. “Yes, Winry made it for me.” Al stressed the last few words, but given the faraway look in Havoc’s eyes, he might as well not have spoken.

“Isn’t that nice of her.” Havoc shifted a lever on his wheelchair and pushed the wheels, backing slowly away from Al’s bed. “I’ll leave you to your rest, Alphonse. I know when I was recovering, I wore out easily. Still do.” He shot Al a grin and began to wheel himself out of the room. “See you later, Alphonse.”

“You too, Lieutenant,” Al said, smiling in relief as he watched his visitor depart. When Havoc crossed the threshold of the room, his willpower ran out and Al grabbed the pie from his bedside table, eagerly digging his fork into the golden pastry.

Title: How Death Comes
Author: Lyra
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Synopsis: The Elric brothers were living on borrowed time, and they knew it.

Author's Notes: Post-manga fic, written for cornerofmadness' request in my title challenge. Unbeta'd flashfic.

How Death Comes

Death came swiftly for Alphonse. A year, to the day, after his return from the depths of the Gates of Truth, he felt under the weather and stayed home. Before dawn the next day, his body was cold. At the funeral, Edward didn’t cry, though he held Winry as she wept, cradling her head against his shoulder. The neighbors talked, remembering a younger Edward, standing in stony silence at his mother’s grave.

It wasn’t until later, until the moon had risen, silvering the spill of Winry’s hair across their bed, that Winry dare to speak of it, unspoken worry heavy in her voice. “What are you going to do, Ed?”

He turned to her, unshed tears in his eyes. “We had a year more than we would have had otherwise,” he said simply. “Many more than we should have. Al would have wanted me to move on.”

Title: My Favorite Book
Author: Lyra
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Ed/Winry
Synopsis: Some days, it was worth waking up early for breakfast.

Author's Notes: Post-manga fic, written for artemisrae's request in my title challenge. Unbeta'd flashfic.

My Favorite Book

On days like this, Alphonse doesn’t regret getting up early on a weekend morning to come to Ed and Winry’s house for breakfast. As soon as he knocks on the door, Ed shoos him in, sitting him down at the kitchen table and Winry slips a cup of hot chocolate or coffee into his hands. He protests and tries to help, but they are firm, telling him they can take care of breakfast.

As he watches, Al has to admit that they are right. Winry is at the stove, frying slices of bacon until they crackle, while Ed stands at the counter, feeding orange halves into a little machine. Without words, Winry finishes with the bacon and holds a platter stacked high with the crisp slices out to Ed, and he takes it without missing a beat, sliding the platter into the oven to keep warm. Ed finishes the juicing and Winry slides into his vacated place without missing a beat. She pours the juice, cleans out the machine, and sets out plates and silverware while Ed cracks eggs and scrambles them at the stove.

In the open, airy kitchen, there is plenty of room to move, but Al marvels at how closely Ed and his wife work, how they are never farther than arm’s reach from each other and yet manage never to get in each other’s way. The last of the eggs make it into a serving platter at the same moment that Winry reaches into the oven to bring out the bacon and pancakes that had been keeping warm. Both Ed and Winry make it to the kitchen table at the same time, arms crossing to deposit eggs, bacon, pancakes, syrup, and butter in their proper places.

Al smiles again at the way Winry and his brother move around the kitchen, so thoroughly aware of the other’s presence that even making breakfast was a dance, every motion with its counter. On days like this, when he sits in a sunny kitchen surrounded by comforting smells and the promise of delicious food, Al watches the way Ed and Winry have grown together and doesn’t regret having to wake up early to come to breakfast.

Title: Fix You
Author: Lyra
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Synopsis: Post-manga. She had given so much to rebuild him, both his body and his soul, but it hadn't been enough.

Author's Notes: Written for evil_little_dog's request in my title challenge. Unbeta'd flashfic

Fix You

The sky was clear the afternoon of the funeral, and all Winry could think was that it wasn’t right, that the sky shouldn’t be so bright blue, that it should be dark and raining so that no one would be able to tell whether the water coursing down her face was rain or tears. But it was clear, and she kept her eyes on the ground, letting the tears come as Roy Mustang spoke in front of the gaping hole.

Alphonse’s hand touched hers hesitantly and his grip tightened when she didn’t pull away. He sat in his wheelchair and stared as they lowered the coffin into the ground, still too weak to be a pallbearer. As they began throwing dirt onto the coffin, Winry crushed Al’s hand in her own, clinging to the remaining Elric with every scrap of strength she had left.

It didn’t ease her mind to know that the coffin was mostly empty, that after the smoke cleared, all they had been able to find of Edward Elric were his automail limbs. Irrationally, it had been an even greater blow than anything else to his mechanic; she had given so much to give him limbs as good as, if not better, than his flesh and blood ones, and yet they had been left behind. She had spent so many hours fixing him, trying to put back together a soul torn by loss as much as a limb ripped by violence. And ultimately she had failed; friendship and love had not been enough to bring him back.

Winry didn’t notice the ceremony was over until she felt a touch on her shoulder and lifted her head to see Riza Hawkeye staring at her with a look of such profound sadness and understanding that it unleashed another wave of tears. The older woman said nothing and placed her hand on Winry’s, gently extracting Al from her death grip. Still in silence, Riza shepherded Winry back down the hill while Roy wheeled Alphonse along behind them, towards the empty yellow house at the end of the road.

Title: Back on the Chain Gang
Author: Lyra
Rating: PG
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Havoc/Rebecca, maybe
Synopsis: Jean finally finds out what his new place is in the world. Chapter 89 spoilers.

Author's Notes: Written for evil_little_dog's request.

Back on the Chain Gang

Jean Havoc wheeled himself out of the main office and into the warehouse proper, anticipation making his heart pound as he watched the frenzy of activity surrounding the armoured truck. A trim, dark haired woman paused in the process of loading boxes and trotted over, tossing a small rectangular package at him. “Hey Rebecca,” he greeted, catching it easily. “Almost done?

“Yeah, we’re painting the sides now,” she answered. Havoc grinned as he shook a cigarette out of the package, dangling it from his lips as he patted his pockets for a match. “No smoking near the equipment,” she scolded, swatting at his hand.

Havoc sighed and nodded in agreement. “You’re working for Havoc Sundries right now,” he informed her, “so you should call me boss.”

Rebecca threw her head back and laughed. “Not a chance, Jean,” she answered.

Clasping his hands to his heart, he feigned hurt at her words. “Just for that, Rebecca, you’re not getting a present.” He pivoted his chair and waved to a cloaked figure waiting near the door. “And I think you want this particular present.”

The movement caught Rebecca’s eye and she stiffened, hand flying to her sidearm. “Who is that?” she demanded, watching as the newcomer wheeled in a pallet of wooden crates.

“A friend who brought you some nice things from Xing,” Jean answered smugly. The cloaked figure stopped an arm’s length away, and Jean nodded at her. “Rebecca, this is Maria.”

Maria Ross, long thought dead, shook the cloak from her head and gave Rebecca a smile. “Nice to meet you,” she said. “Now if you don’t mind, I think I’ll load these tear gas canisters. I assume we’re ready to go?”

Jean nodded. “Just as soon as Rebecca picks her jaw up off the floor, you guys should head out.” At the jibe, Rebecca snapped her mouth shut, glaring at him as she did. He offered her a smile, and she only hesitated a second before returning it. The levity left Jean’s voice when she did, and he nodded towards the waiting truck. “Get going, the boss is going to need this. Try not to get killed out there.”

Rebecca’s battle-ready expression softened and she reached over, giving his hand a squeeze. “We wouldn’t have been able to get this far without you, Jean,” she said quietly. “It’s good to have you back.” She grinned again, game face back in place, before jogging back to the truck, shouting orders.

His hand closed around the small object she had handed him as he watched her go. Jean waited until the truck pulled out of the warehouse before he looked down. A lighter rested on his palm, small and compact. A smile spread over Jean’s face as he thumbed back the cover, flame springing up at the motion. He brought the lighter to his lips, coaxing the cigarette to burn, and inhaled deeply. It was good to be back.

SECRET TUNNEL, SECRET TUNNEL: Ed/Winry Whut?artemisrae on November 11th, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)
Awww you made it Ed/Winry AND Al, which is just total absolute hearts from me.

(The second one made me sad, woe.)
Lyra Ngalia: Dr. Horrible smirklyrangalia on November 11th, 2008 03:54 am (UTC)
*grin* I'm happy it works. Of course, the whole synchronized-breakfast phase comes several months after the sex-on-the-table phase, which comes at least a year after the screaming-in-the-kitchen phase.

I know, the second one is so sad. Poor Al. ;_;
cornerofmadnesscornerofmadness on November 11th, 2008 03:35 am (UTC)
very nice. you going to post these around?

Poor Al, denied his pie

and OMG why do you people keep KILLING ME - AL

the last one is very sweet too
Barking at the wind: Mischief managed!evil_little_dog on November 11th, 2008 03:46 am (UTC)
and OMG why do you people keep KILLING ME - AL

Because...you tell me to.
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Barking at the windevil_little_dog on November 11th, 2008 03:48 am (UTC)
The last one is just so sweet. I love 'em all, of course. Poor Ed, in that second one. Al, just ignore them all and EAT YOUR PIE.
Lyra Ngalia: seasonallyrangalia on November 11th, 2008 03:59 am (UTC)
Poor Ed, in that second one.
Poor Ed?! Poor ED?! I'm the one who DIED. - Al

Ed and Winry can be so sweet when they want to, and I'd like to think Bastards on Parade is definitive proof that Al really is Ed's brother. *snort*
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Barking at the wind: Hughes approvedevil_little_dog on November 11th, 2008 12:25 pm (UTC)
Gee...that story for me sounds like it could be something out of Marking Time. I love it.
Lyra Ngalia: Dr. Horrible smirklyrangalia on November 11th, 2008 06:47 pm (UTC)
Yay! I'm starting to think I'm taking some repressed rage at my novel out on Ed and Al, what with all the killing.
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Barking at the windevil_little_dog on November 12th, 2008 04:23 am (UTC)
This last story with Havoc is totally GREAT. Yay. Thanks!
Lyra Ngalialyrangalia on November 12th, 2008 04:24 am (UTC)
*grin* I love Havoc.
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♫ keep dreaming. keep breathing.: edwinalamorphic on November 12th, 2008 07:54 am (UTC)
Oh hell yeah, I love the Havoc piece. I'm so glad he's back! XD I loved all the other pieces, too *thumbs up*

But I think it's Maria Ross, not Cross. Ignore me if I'm wrong =P
Lyra Ngalia: HP Puffs crazylyrangalia on November 12th, 2008 08:10 am (UTC)
I do believe you're right. It's the downside of flashfics; they're short and fun but prone to silly mistakes. Corrected!

Glad you liked them. I was having trouble with that last title until Havoc came back and saved the day for me. :)
ღ annie: FMA [Ed & Al brothers]azure15 on November 12th, 2008 02:14 pm (UTC)
Guh, poor Alphonse! ♥ All those years in the armour only to die a year later. And damn that boy likes his pie. The Ed/Win was written well, even if I don't go for the ship in general.
Lyra Ngalia: HP Puffs crazylyrangalia on November 12th, 2008 06:05 pm (UTC)
Yup, Al was living on borrowed time and knew it. Poor thing...

And of course he likes his pie; he loves his friends, but they were interrupting pie-time. Al/pie is now my new OTP.

Thanks for reading and for giving the Ed/Win a chance, even if they're not your cup of tea. :)
dreamer1789: until_the_enddreamer1789 on November 12th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
Alternatively super sweet (Ed/Win's B&B ;) well sorta) and very sad (watch them funerals going around.) ^^ Nice blend. They're a joy to read. ;)
Lyra Ngalia: CG C.C. locketlyrangalia on November 13th, 2008 07:46 am (UTC)
Glad you liked them! I do think I was a bit spastic in jumping from saccharin to depressing, but that's sort of the nature of writing to challenges!

Of course, now Winry wants to tell me more about "How Death Comes," which I am not at all interested in right now because I have so much to write...
Firiel: sweetfiriel44 on November 14th, 2008 04:12 am (UTC)
Win all around, even the sad ones. There should be more Al/pie fic. And if Mei doesn't fix Havoc at the end, I will be deeply disappointed.
Lyra Ngalialyrangalia on November 14th, 2008 05:16 am (UTC)
Indeed, there should be more Al/pie fic! And I agree; Havoc better get some Xing healing or else it will be very very sad.

Thanks for reading!
malka2009 on June 21st, 2009 05:13 am (UTC)
...I. I may need to write Havoc/Rebecca now.

Seriously, so much love for all of these. :)
Lyra Ngalia: seasonallyrangalia on June 21st, 2009 06:09 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm really glad you liked it! Havoc/Rebecca are my favorite side couple.