With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
There was something extremely satisfying about Ed's body.
There are things he cannot allow Greed to do.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
Edward glared up at him, wiping some of the stuff off his nose.
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.
But he's traveled like this before, and the hope that it won't end in failure a second time is, at this moment, enough.
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
She had hoped that the older woman would forget, so she didn't have to reveal that childishness to such a strong woman.
Dante took the seat next to the bed, and handed a mug of tea to Trisha.
"Don't go to sleep," he murmurs into Ed's hair, and thinks of their mother, long ago, telling a story about spinning straw into gold.
Envy could rip him and all the worlds in two.
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
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.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
And when the next words followed, barely loud enough to be heard, the General was surprised by the force behind them.
Among them he walks, the man whose name only God remembers.
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
He doesn't love Scar. The idea is ridiculous, but they are all they have left, each other's bodies rocks against the tide of strangeness, unfamiliarity.
You gave me hope, Edward Elric, and then you took it away.
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
Alphonse Elric was a gentle soul, and he detested fighting.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
It was just the men today, sitting around drinking coffee and playing cards and waiting for the paint to peel or the Fuhrer-in-Training to request they do something.
I'm going to kill Ed when he gets back, Al told the General. I just thought I should tell you in advance in case there's paperwork.
Gone was the helpless, kicked-puppy look from those purple eyes.
There was a loud crack, like the sound of several chopsticks simultaneously being snapped in two, followed by the sound of something heavy falling, the object hitting the ground so hard the earth literally shook beneath Ed's feet.
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
Roy was enchanted by the sound of her voice, pure like dewdrops in the morning.
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
He reminds Alfons of himself, in a way, back after he'd been first diagnosed with his illness; when he used to get up and stare at his face in the washbasin mirror every day and think, I am too young for this.
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.
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
rated:K-L-V | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: ch 1-108 | DF: ch 105 | Alphonse Elric | Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | mystery | 354th FG HQ | UST | 2010 Best New Voices, Neophyte | Havoc/Rebecca
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.