Envy forced down the nasty smirk that threatened to overwhelm him.
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
The water streamed clear and icy through his fingers- and all at once he straightened, laughing, to flick the last few drops into his brotherís face.
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
The idiot prince still couldn't be bothered to figure out the different notes and coins, probably because he'd never actually paid for anything in his life.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
Mustang fell into a kind of trance whenever he killed with his flames -- snapping his fingers continually, sometimes so fast that both his hands blurred.
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
He was just moving to light the stove, casting about for a match to begin the flames that would cook their dinner, when the voice drifted in from the other room.
Contrary to popular opinion, Roy Mustang was quite skilled at dealing with emotions.
People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
We were the naive kings of all we surveyed, lingering on the hilltop as we stared at our kingdom of ash, of ruins, of dust.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
"He's a smug arrogant prick and Jean's a lazy bastard with a mouth like an ashtray."
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
It was honestly not a kiss.
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
rated:K | M+F S+S | Fullmetal | mid-series | First Place, Het & Non-Het | Green Lion Winner | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | angst | humor | sweet | Elric Kyoudai | 354th FG HQ | 2004 First Kiss, Non-Het
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
His desire for everything and everyone meant subversively that anything the alchemist blew to high hell was his: possession by association.
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
Life, the Fullmetal Alchemist decided viciously, wasn't fair.
While Al couldn't say he approved, he was certain the Colonel wasn't stupid enough to try anything with Ed on a first date.
The kid packed a pretty good punch, Greed thought idly.
rated:M-L | S+S | Fullmetal |
Al crouches down on a dune looking down on the camp and draws an array in the sand, thinking of Gunnar with a dull pang of grief.
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
"Let me get this straight — you want to kiss me to support a theory!?"
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
In the summer they competed at climbing through the twisting branches, risking life and bruises to collect baskets of fruit and bring them back home.
Alphonse Elric was a gentle soul, and he detested fighting.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
More than once already, Edward had regretted turning down the offer of a ride home, despite the fact that the little house he shared with Alphonse was nowhere near where Havoc lived.
It is snowing in earnest by the time the fire has begun to burn low, but neither boy wants to move to add more wood.
The blond shook his head lightly, probably in amusement, "I'm really sorry but he's normally not like this to strangers but your resemblance? is very striking, Roy."
With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
And when the next words followed, barely loud enough to be heard, the General was surprised by the force behind them.
"It's different when it's Mom," Ed said with a scowl, but he looked at Al's face, and he softened a little.
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
It started with Ling's lips simply pressed up against Ed's. Well, of course it did. That was how kisses sort of went, but this was, well, a bit surprising.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.