Alice in Wonderland

Without The Lobsters by assimbya
Gryphon/Mock Turtle, PG

Instant winner of the Year's Most Adorable Fic to Traumatize My Inner Child.

Then, soon after they got out of school, the accident happened, and the Mock Turtle became a Mock Turtle for the first time. No one would speak to him except for the Gryphon, and then, of course, no one would speak to the Gryphon. And so the Gryphon decided that it was time for both of them to leave.


Fullmetal Alchemist

Synthemata by Tiamat's Child
Gen, PG13; manga spoilers

Ran Fan recovers in Knox's house. Understated and funny and touching and spot-on in character.

"You didn’t hurt me."

"Heh," he said, gathering her hair and starting again, "I suppose I didn’t, hmm? Tough girl like you."

"I have calluses on my hands too," she said, and was grateful when he just hummed.


Les Misérables

Sonnet, When the Words Flow by most_noble
Prouvaire/Enjolras, PG

Jehan is so adorable when he's crushing madly.

And the metaphors and couplets and words, beautiful, true, brilliant words, soared by, and Jean was unable to catch them, as he had no ink in his pen to pin them against the paper with.

But the words came back, as surely as Enjolras entered the café, day after day.

Zétalbé, Come Reign in My Heart by Elyse
Gen, G

Conspiracy in the Rue Petit Picpus! A retelling of an amusing incident buried amid the rampant digressions of canon.

The sixteen-year-olds, for once, were silent during lessons, and even the youngest children did not fidget during morning prayers. The chapel mothers were all highly suspicious of such perfect behavior, and they all applied, in half-heard whispers, to the prioress, Mère Innocente, for an explanation. Mère Innocente only told several of her beads, and then murmured, "Praise be to God."


Westmark

Winter by Soujin Prouvaire
Gen, PG

A beautiful, bittersweet portrait of little!Zara and her father.

When she was lots smaller, but still as sharp as she is now, she used to go snow-walking with her father. He took her rain-walking, too, but they never went flower-walking, and maybe that's why she knows snow and rain better than flowers.

Footstep Traps by Tiamat's Child
Gen, PG13

Inside Justin's twisty little mind. It's not a happy place.

Everything makes him angry, these days. He can barely stand upright for it, for the ringing of fury in his head, so bright and clear and cold and overpowering like a grand town bell when you stand right next to it, the force of the sound smashing into you and sending you vibrating to its tune, its tone, its rhythm, not your own.


Crossovers

Nights of endless conversations by Fahye
Sandman and Firefly, gen with het bits

Serenity entertains visitors. Cannot excerpt, as all of it is too perfect where it is. Go read.


Originals

Untitled by afrai
It is short, and sweet, and wise, and heartwarming, and has a wombat in. I don't know what more I can say.

The wombat peered over God's cloud-frilled arm at the blue world beneath them, and made a doubtful wombat noise. "It's a very big world," it said.