Envy forced down the nasty smirk that threatened to overwhelm him.
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.
Life, the Fullmetal Alchemist decided viciously, wasn't fair.
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
If it didn't rain so often, Ed thought, he might feel a little more like he could make plans.
"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.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
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.
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
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.
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
It was so, so much easier just to go hungry than to try their hands at something she'd done so well.
It was not fair to the boy to get tripped up by what he looked like, especially not when he had avoided it for so many years already.
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
She had hoped that the older woman would forget, so she didn't have to reveal that childishness to such a strong woman.
The kid packed a pretty good punch, Greed thought idly.
rated:M-L | S+S | Fullmetal |
It was honestly not a kiss.
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.
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.
"Post break-up beer, all the way from Xing," Al grinned merrily. "Taken right off a cart heading for the royal court. See the lengths I go to to cheer you up?"
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
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.
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
"It's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
It shouldn't have been a surprise that he would run across on Jean Havoc, sitting just underneath a "No Smoking" sign outside in the afternoon sun.
He felt ten years old and small, pressed against a door that wouldn't open for a very long time.
"Don't look so downcast!" orders Mustang, grinning maniacally. "Our honour is at stake! Don't let me down! Sometimes you just have to take one for the team!"
rated:K-L | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | pre-series | SP: no plot spoilers but stars characters we meet up t | Briggs Bears | Buccaneer | Miles | Olivia Mira Armstrong | Roy Mustang | 354th FG HQ | Rebecca Catalina
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
Contrary to popular opinion, Roy Mustang was quite skilled at dealing with emotions.
"He's a smug arrogant prick and Jean's a lazy bastard with a mouth like an ashtray."
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.
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
There was something extremely satisfying about Ed's body.
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
"You aren't Envy, are you? Because if you are, I'll kick your ass and find out what you've done with my brother."
Envy could rip him and all the worlds in two.
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy