It was the last moments of the change that had always held Ed rapt, had always thrilled him with the knowledge that whatever came into being, every tiny detail of it, was his creation.
He didn't die of natural causes, oh no — the old man clung to life tenaciously.
Grandfathers should want different things for their grandchildren, shouldn't they?
On Ed's thirtieth birthday, he attends a memorial that some of the military officers are holding for Ed.
Ed began to understand why some people talked to themselves.
Ed shrugged, although his expression suggested he was trying to keep from being too smug about beating a man almost twice his age.
Always on Al's face was that soft, sad expression, paralleled by the fierce unyieldingness on Ed's.
"I'm told by Mr. Mason that you resisted being fed, and he had you punished for that."
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
What kind of stupid creature would walk willingly and calmly to its own violent, brutal death?
Al decided he didn't like that particular grin on his brother's face.
She accepted the label and its implication without argument, lifting the revolver and sighting along its barrel.
Envy had to admit, Edward Elric's body was convenient for maneuvering around the people in a crowd.
It seemed, the man thought, that Ed was a lot like the sun -- warm, comforting -- and at a distance.
Hope was a stone around the lonely young brother's neck, one that broke his back and ironed out his heart, smoothing the wrinkles of time and pain.
rated:G | GEN | Fullmetal | SP: ep 51 |
Car broke down again, couple kilometers out of the city, so they had to walk for a while, until Alfons couldn't speak for the coughing.
...Edward saw red - but he took a couple of deep breaths before answering. He knew a real kicker now, thanks to Hawkeye.
They shared the same eyes, the same hair, and a level of intelligence ... and sometimes, Ed felt far too much like he was his father's son.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you, Brother," Al said loyally, and Ed scowled.
Alfons swears he doesn't need glasses - and maybe he doesn't, if he can see such phenomena as the Gegenschein light--but up close he has trouble like this.
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
"... Hey, I thought we were supposed to be celebrating the Boss' release," Havoc protests weakly.
He was afraid, so afraid, that something would go wrong, but he couldn't let this go.
Inside the house, the door to the new room his father was building, with the wonderful baby-blue walls and blankets and toys, is shut and locked.
Sometimes, he prays that the hand will come down and Ed will tell him gently they are done, they are going to quit, end the nightmare before it worsens.
When Winry found him, he could not help but clutch at her, babbling almost hysterically.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
Al makes a worried little noise, and Ed raises his head a little. He's been found out, he thinks, and knows he should feel something.
"But he's just a kid... he's too short to be a criminal..."
Al loved the way his brother's face turned inward, his golden eyes unfocusing and a little smile coming to his face...
There were people here who did not run screaming when he whipped out a photo. Or five.
"That would have killed you, you idiot! You wouldn't be destroyed, or erased, or whatever. You would be killed! I would have murdered you!"
Bravado. Make them regret they ever talked to you.
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
The question "Why learn?" always stops him; he cannot imagine not wanting to learn.
"Now, Earth-type world, yes? Spoken language identified as late pre-Galactic English."
rated:M-L | GEN | Alt Universe | TWT | First Place (popular); Second Place (juried) | Green Lion Winner | Alfons Heiderich | Edward Elric | crack | drama | fusion | introspective | 2009 Brave New Worlds, Original
You hide it well behind your bluster and your sulks, but the workings of your mind are at once cunningly devious and ruthlessly simple.
The Colonel narrowly saved himself the disgrace of fumbling for Edward's name (Id? Alex? Eowan?) by resorting, once again, to his title.
He'd meant to say something but Ed had been so determined, so anxious to be useful, to create something.
But you never thought of it as a handicap, did you, as something just the same as being blind or deaf.
Alphonse washed, and Edward dried (owing to the automail; safer not to submerge), and between the two of them the stack eventually diminished.
Like other little girls, she wanted to be an actress, the heroine in her own perfect fairytale.
He was looking forward to the prospect of a hot meal in the cafeteria; even if it wasn't exactly home cooking, at least it was hot, and it was fresh.
Now Ed was into his favorite mode, bitch-at-the-bastard-father-who-ditched-us.
That was the problem with girls these days... they just didn't know how to deal with a little pain.