Static Shock Drabble: Most Illogical

Title: Most Illogical
Fandom: Static Shock
Pairing/Characters: Francis Stone aka Hotstreak
Words: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: Francis didn't like Hospitals.
A/N: Written for 100_men  complete table HERE  X posted to fandomwords100 


Hospital food sucked and the dried out chicken and flavorless green-beans in front of Francis Stone was no exception. He poked at the rubbery cut of meat and decided to pass on it. He was getting out of there in a few hours anyway - whether the doctors knew it or not.

He hated hospitals with a passion and no amount of pain or fear was ever enough to make him linger longer than it took to get a diagnosis and possible stitches.

Francis knew it wasn’t a rational fear but since when has Hotstreak prided himself on being logical.

FMA Drabble: One Last Thing

Title: One Last Thing
Fandom: FMA
Pairing/Characters: Ed and Al Elric
Words: 100
Rating: T
Warning: Elricest
Summary: There was one last line they refused to cross.
A/N: Written for 100_men  complete table HERE  X posted to fandomwords100 and fanfic_bakeoff 


Nothing and no one lit up Al’s world like Ed did.

No one had as much passion.

No one’s smile was as bright.

No one made his heart soar like an eagle.

His brother was everything to him yet not quite enough. As close as they were there was still that line they refused to cross. Careful to back away from that hug in time. Careful not to let a hand linger too long.

Careful to look away before the desire is seen.

Ed was everything to his brother, except for this one last thing Al wanted him to be.

FMA Drabble: Across That Line

Title: Across That Line
Fandom: FMA
Pairing/Characters: Ed and Al Elric
Words: 294
Rating: T
Warning: Elricest
Summary: There was one last line they refused to cross.
A/N: This sequel to One Last Thing was written for evilchuckles I hope you enjoy it my dear *hugs on you*


My brother was reading as per usual.

Seated in his favorite overstuffed chair in front of the window. Light streaming through the window over his perfect form. His only movements are to turn the page or take a sip of water out of his glass. He turns the page and marigold eyes go wide and I smile. He’s always been more passionate about books than I.

I stand there watching him. Admiring him. Wanting him.

“How long are you going to stand there?”

So he knows I’m here. I don’t care, I don’t plan on moving.

“Until I get bored,” I reply. Knowing damn good and well that will never happen.

He looks up at me then, flaxen hair falling over his shoulder, and his eyes narrow ever so slightly.

“Well come and have a seat. I charge just as much for sitting as I do for standing.”

I move into the room and sit on the couch. Moments latter he follows. Sitting close enough to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. Page after page turns and before long a blond head is resting on my shoulder.

“Are you ever going to act on it?”

“Act on what?”

A hand comes to rest on my thigh, fingers drawing lazy circles.

“Whatever’s on your mind.”

I look down at him and find him looking up at me. His arm snakes around my neck, pulling me down until his lips are pressed against mine. The shock has me frozen but the tongue sliding across my bottom lip has me reacting.

Languid to heated is the progression. His lips moving against mine in a way I’ve only dreamed of. We part breathless but smiling and he says, “I love you too, Al.”