She feels like an intruder, eyes watching her from empty rooms, and every stair is a memory she dares not to disturb.
"Aww, is the rough and tough Elric crying for his dead brother?" sneered a voice in his ringing ears.
You've only been awake for thirty-six hours, staged a coup, fought a bunch of monsters and nearly died a few times. It's not as if you've had a tough day.
rated:M-L-V | GEN | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: up to ch 108 | DF: ch 105 | Dr Marcoh | Alex Louis Armstrong | Alphonse Elric | Cdr Grumman | Dr Knox | Edward Elric | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | death | mystery
Grandfathers should want different things for their grandchildren, shouldn't they?
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
Ed swallowed hard at that--Al could hear the gulp, could see his Adam’s apple bob, and copied the swallow reflexively to see what it would feel like.
At night, curled shivering on the layers of musty damp leaves under the glimmering stars, Ed lay silently and thought of unspeakable unknowns...
It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.
It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
"What do you mean, you're PREGNANT?" Ed yelled through the door.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
But it was through the hands that you cooked, and with a false hand Ed found that the cooking didn't come as easily anymore, didn't taste quite like Mother's.
It was easy enough to start a fire, with the appropriate array and dry wood.
It was beautiful, this pre-industrial world, with its white snows and ever-visible rainbows and the dazzling night sky. But it was also dreadful, seething with ignorance and man-made horrors.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
Years later when they shipped him off on a belated honeymoon, Roy went without audible protest.
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
It was a big world out there, full of more possibilities than either of them could dream of.
“Brother, don’t be ungrateful! Ling is trying very hard to teach you proper use of the Xingian language!”
He was, to sum up, a pretty unpleasant guy to have at the head of your department in the holiday season.
Every line in his chest and back was defined; he hardly seemed to have any body fat at all.
It seemed, the man thought, that Ed was a lot like the sun -- warm, comforting -- and at a distance.
“The General,” I answer. “He resigned his rank and got a transfer. They sent him up North. He’s alone there. I couldn’t talk him out of it.”
"Well... Brother does that, every so often. He really should think before he tries to attack people."
Ed's birthday had passed a little over a month ago, while they were still with Sensei.
...the two men drank Roy's good whiskey, clinked glasses and Maes exclaimed that It was about damn time.
...but he must take a moment to compose himself, all the same, before he can look through the small window.
Gloved hands shot out and grabbed the book in question, dragging it off the shelf and holding it to the light.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
His brother was brilliant at many things, but finances were not one of them.
"Oh yeah... Huh!" Ed looked around, brightening. "Wow, it looks a lot different upright and not burning."
It was so strange, the way Alphonse's suddenly reduced size could make Edward look suddenly so much bigger.
It does not occur to him until later — years later — that this might be considered a case of sexual abuse.
But the harsh light of early morning sharpens the hard angles of desperation on Al's face so instead Ed smiles, all teeth, and lies, "Of course."
Ed imagined Al's expression would look something like Fletcher's did right now.
He couldn't understand this world, this obsession with his son in the negative.
It was just as his body heat was beginning to bring the sheets up to a reasonable temperature that the noise caught his ears- an ugly scraping sound, unnatural and harsh in the silence of early morning hours.
Brother wasn't the only one hiding his fears; I was so afraid everything I knew was a lie -- that our brotherhood was a lie.
There was something almost funny about the surprise on Roy's face.
Ed glared at him, and Al sighed. Maybe today wouldn't be a good day for Edward after all.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
And after all, no amount of rain can wash the blood away.
Bravado. Make them regret they ever talked to you.