Title: Anthropology Lessons
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Elfangor (Animorphs)/Matt (Death Note)
Warnings: Dirty, cross-fandom, semi-cross-species ridiculousness?
Word Count: 1410
Notes: How did this happen? Two words: panfandom roleplay. These two are bros at Kannagara. The kind of bros who may or may not flirt all the time. And turn every meme thread they touch to porn. This was written for Kanna's comment!fic meme. In my defense? If that's possible? Elfangor looks like this in human morph. XD

( their loev is so derpy )

Title: Old Age Ain't No Place for Sissies
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mello/Matt
Warnings: AU, and of course the potty mouths
Word Count: 737
Summary: Mello is determined not to age gracefully.
Notes: This is on the silly side, but came out less cracky than I expected. Written for dn_contest's "fat" prompt.



( looking back, seeing far, landing right where we are )

comment!fic for my dear shiny_glor_chan, and the prompt Death Note, Mello/Matt, they were just a bunch of numbers to Kira but that would change.

( No one's going to write us off )

For the prompt: Death Note, Matt/Mello, picking up the pieces

( I'll carry you through this burning land )

More Misa comment!fic, WTH? :) The prompt was: Death Note, Misa, being in costume.

( Just pretend now, make believe in ways you never know )

Title: Explaining Will Get Us Nowhere
Rating: M
Characters: Mello/Matt
Warnings: Cursing and naughtiness
Word Count: 1358
Notes: Written for dn_contest's "fetish" prompt. The title and cut text are from Richard Siken's stunning poem, "Snow and Dirty Rain".



( but we are the crossroads, my little outlaw, and this is the map of my heart )

Title: The Convention at the End of the Universes
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Characters: Matt, Mello, Todd Wainio (from World War Z)
Warnings: Crackiness and crossover-iness (with a lot of things, but mostly WWZ), and technically AU, since they don't go to Mu.
Word Count: 3350
Notes: This is an idea I've had for a while, and I finally got off my ass to finish it for dn_contest. :D



( What we call reality is an agreement that people have arrived at to make life more livable )

Title: Things Left Behind
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mello, Matt
Warnings: Swearing
Word Count: 1030
Summary: That adolescent impatience he once felt, that certainty his real life hadn't started yet, and that when it did, it would be dramatic and thrilling and twenty times more interesting than Near's... it makes him chuckle bitterly now.
Notes: Written for dn_contest's "everyday life" prompt. Thanks as usual to vashti for her pre-post sanity check!



( It's surprising how much of memory is built around things unnoticed at the time )

Title: Well Worth Winning
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Mello/Matt, L, Light, and Misa and Watari have cameos
Warnings: AU liek whoa! And sex.
Word Count: IT IS OVER 9000. For reals.
Summary: Two orphans in Victorian London set out to hunt down a threat even the greatest detective of their time has been unable to capture.

( A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted. )

I lost my comment_fic virginity. :D The prompt was "Death Note, Mello/Matt, driving across the desert at night."

Road Music

He doesn't let Mello drive that often; the car is his baby, and as with so many of Mello's ideas, the execution makes for white knuckles and the need to chainsmoke even more and a pulse pounding out a rhythm that sings oh god oh god we're gonna die get caught be grounded 'til we're twenty. But after a while a hundred miles an hour across empty desert starts to feel like hardly moving at all, and Matt lets his arm hang out the open window, lets his head fall back. He hums along to the pieces of songs chasing each other around in his mind, golden ages and pink moons, and Mello, steering with two fingers, laughs.

"You have the attention span of a gnat, Matty."

"Yeah yeah, but you love me."

"Don't push your luck," Mello says, with a smile that probably means just the opposite.

Watching him like this, in the moonlight that turns his hair silvery and softens the hard edges into shadow, Matt could almost pretend this is the life he used to daydream about. Just them, on the road, going from adventure to adventure.

He knew even then it'd never happen, just like he knows this isn't a road trip but a breathing space between battles. But he reaches over and tangles his fingers into Mello's already tangled hair, and grins at him, and tries not to think about how one of the best road-trip songs he knows is also a hymn to unrequited love.