Stories by Military Mechanic

They are two very different students, Luna and Dean. At least, that's what everyone else thinks. They look at her and they see cold and rough edges and ice. They look at him and they see warmth and mischievious gazes and fire. They see differences. Luna and Dean? They look at each other and see themselves, as though staring into a mirror.

It starts out as a mission, an adventure, a way to save his best friend. Then it becomes more, as he meets Lily and gets to know her. Grows to love her. And she grows to love him.

It starts as a class assignment. Nothing more, nothing less, just a letter to Neville's future-self. Then the war hits. Things change. And, somehow, those letters remain a constant.

Neville is happy. Really, he is. He's married to a beautiful woman, works the job he's dreamt of for years, and has survived the war in better shape then many of his friends. He's happy - even when he realizes that Hannah is unfaithful and that, for some reason or another, she blames him for that. He's happy - and is not at all expecting to see Goyle there, not now.

It's fifth year, and everything looks the same. The same way of life, the same Hogwarts, the same students - only not, because little things are different. Things like Neville deciding that Draco maybe, just maybe, isn't all that bad. Like that new class, which may have a bigger impact than anyone thinks. Like how loyalty may or may not save the school.

They say that it's easy to be a pure-blood. That you should be honored just to be born into that world. But Sirius has never been honored by it. In fact, he grows up loathing the position. Because how can he be grateful, when he cannot even be himself?

People think that it's easy, being a pure-blood. They see privelages and nothing more than that. Narcissa, being one herself, understands that. She also understands that there is so much more then privelage when it comes to being a green-blooded. She understands...the burden that comes with it.

The average life of a house-elf is two hundred years, and the generally serve the same Master their entire life. Of course, we all know that Dobby isn't an average elf and that his life is far from normal. He's had four Masters - and one of them a headmaster at Durmstrang Institute, where he befriends the oddest of boys and starts the oddest of relationships.

We all have them. OTP's. This happen to be mine and, inside, you will find fifty drabbles and one-shots of varying lengths all about them. Based on a list found in the Harry Potter Fanfiction Challenge; the OTP Boot Camp Challenge.

It started out as detention; Gryffindor, Slytherin, and a potions book. Time passed and it changed; Longbottom, Nott, and a conversation. More time, more changes; Neville, Theodore, and a strange little plant. for the harry potter fanfiction challenge forum

Every year, Percy writes a letter. One for each time that he's at Hogwarts, so seven in total. Each one is addressed to the same person - himself, years in the future. In it, he writes what he would never say to anyone in reality. Only what he would already know. for the harry potter fanfiction challenge forum

It's a birthday today, but the woman who hosts it doesn't know that. Doesn't know much of anything, anymore. Which is why Augusta refuses to go, refuses to put herself in pain for something that doesn't matter anymore. Which is why Neville goes on his own - and, wow, is the moon bright tonight.

For every chapter, there is one hundred word. For every chapter, there is a different story. A different character. A different life. Sometimes, they show a bright ray of hope. Sometimes, they show nothing but the most abysmal parts of ones soul. Sometimes? Sometimes, they show something else completely.

For years, the Elric brothers have just barely been scraping by. They have adapted and worked out a system - one providing them with just enough resources to get by. Things are fine...Until Edward is pulled out of class one day only to be given the news that his younger brother was sent to the hospital and money is suddenly a very big issue. Then he hears about The Race. AU

On the edge of town, there's a house. Pleasant and nice to look at, it does nothing to prepare a visitor for the secrets hidden within; Konan Akatsuki's Home, as it's called, is nothing like it seems. The children that live there are all different, all so very strange, and this new boy is the oddest of them all, sending lives spiraling out of control.

It was the only thing that Luffy could think about. Saving Ace, that was. The only thought that went through his mind, even as his body was beaten and battered, as marines and pirates alike fell around him. Even when his own life was threatened, the fact that his older brother was there, on the executionar's stand, was all that he could think about. And he /would/ save him.

They don't know, Usopp tells himself, and that's the only reason that they do it. Leave him alone, that is. On the ship, in the town, in battle. They don't understand that being alone is almost worse than fighting someone stronger then he is, and if it's up to Usopp, then they never will.

It isn't always simple, romance that is. It isn't always complicated, either. Sometimes, it just happens. Sometimes it comes in a burst of laughter and dancing and sun. Sometimes, it comes dowm with a clang of metal and blood and sweat. But, one way or another, it always happens. They end up together, and that's just that. It just is.

He's the typical new kid. Quiet, jumpy, and not quick to make friends. But, as time goes on, Sanji thinks that there is something more to him. A reason for the fear of touch. A why to the concerned looks his cousin is constantly throwing him, because Kaya may not be healthy but she is strong and quite capable of handling things herself.

Every word has a meaning attached to it. Every sentence, a memory. Sometimes, these are just small things. A laugh, a smile, a touch. Sometimes, they're more - a risk taken, a battle fought, a wound recieved. This? This is a chronicle of twenty of them, all pertaining to Sanji.

Impel Down. To marines, it is nothing more than a prison. To pirates, it is nothing less than Hell. Some place that Buggy never even once imagined that he would end up; some where that Luffy's crew never imagined they would be breaking into. Yet he is and they are - and it will spark something new and different and unexpected, yet so totally and completely welcome.

They are a couple no one would expect to form, let alone to survive. Yet they did and they are, thriving in this mad, mad world. Luffy has taken Crocodile in and, no matter what is said or happens, he isn't about to let him go.

They will not take him, these marines. Not here, in the courtyard, and not behind the iron walls of Impel Down. They can try, oh yes, they can try. But he will fight them, every step of the way. He will not lose, either. Not here. Not to them. Never.

For each and every one of us, there is a memory attached to a word. A moment in time that we will never forget. For Zolo, twenty of them mean more than the others. Twenty of them are enough - to keep him moving, fighting, and living.

It's late out and everyone is asleep but him, or so Franky thinks. So, as he always does when this rare moment of silence descends on him, he takes a moment to himself. Sits down. Thinks everything over. Relax - right up until the moment that he realizes he isn't the only one awake and Chopper hasn't slept in a while.

Usagi isn't sure what she's getting into when Setsuna calls her over, claims that the timeline closest to their own is in danger. This other timeline...it has just lost it's Moon Spirit. And it needs someone to help keep it in balance. Yet what is she supposed to do, when the group she is supposed to help doesn't get along?

She's just the new kid at school. The kid who writes, the girl who doesn't like the senshi, the one no one understands. Then Naru gets an essay, just a simple one, and she writes down the truth. For the first time in years. And people start to listen.

For the last three years, Martel has watched as the youngest Elric danced around Greed. Watching but never actually speaking. So now she confronts him about it - only to reveal two secrets at once. Lucky, lucky, Alphonse.

There are little things in this crew, the one that they call the Straw Hat Pirates. Small, almost unnoticable details that no one else sees. That no one else knows. But they do, these strange pirates, and the see all of the little things.

It's a drinking game, and nothing more. Just a simple bet between friends - loser buys dinner that evening. It's just a simple drinking game. So why is it that, by the time the rum has begun to lay a haze over Franky's mind, it is turning into so much more?

No matter who it is or what the thought, every word has a certain memory attached to it. A certain moment in time, forever frozen in place, forever brought up by that single noise. For Usopp, there are many scenes like this. What we have here? It's twenty of them.

The three newest Puella Magi are very strange, Kyubey decides after a while. Just watching these two is almost enough to give him a headache; what with how the two older ones are constantly dancing around the younger of the trio, who remains either blissfully unaware or just enjoys watching the barely hidden bickering.

It had been so warm. So comforting - not like when Winry kissed him earlier, or anything else he's ever felt before. Yet, now that he's gone and done it, Alphonse's brain has begun to work again. And he cannot help but worry that Edward won't look at him the same anymore.

She sits there, every day, calling out to them. The people passing her by - and they both hear her words, Roy and Ed, they both hear her pleas for help. Each pauses, looks at her, then they differ...Because, while they both want to change the world, only one can start right then.

No one is exempt from life. Not the old, not the young, not the wounded. It is the same for war. When it strikes, everyone in it's path is caught up in its horror. This? This is the story of two proud women of the war. One in the military, one just trying to survive. And it shows how, when life calls to them, they do not run from it.

They are what keep Kain moving in this wretched world. Just small slips of paper with maybe one paragraph, maybe three, that he reads out loud each night. The rest of his bunkmates laugh with him, cry with him, leave him in silence when the subjects are too grave. Those letters? The ones that his old team send him? Without them, Kain knows that he wouldn't survive this draft.

A story like no other, to push my creative process to the very edge. Twelve stories per chapter. Each story? They are exactly thirty words long. Yes, I know, I'm insane. Deal with it.

They act like Fullmetal is all that he's ever been known by. Like it's the only thing they are physically capable of calling him, like it's the only name that he has. Every day. Every time they speak to him. But...That isn't his real name. prompt-story

In six words, you can create a person. A life. A past. A future. In six words, you can weave a story like nothing else. This? This is the story that I have chosen to weave, using only six words.

He is a soldier. Always has been, always will be. No matter what is thrown at him, no matter what is taken, Kain Fuery will always be a man of the military. It is his only life - so he will hold his head up high and never lose hope. Not until the doctors tell him otherwise.

When the blood becomes too much, the stress too palpable, the fear too real, they need someone to go to. Kain makes sure that he is always there, no matter how late at night it may be.