Al sits in a doorway puzzling absently over the problem of what array to draw to bandage his arm before he bleeds to death.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
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.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
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.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
Most people knew enough to leave Envy alone when he was so clearly unhappy.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
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 was only human though, and he had given into his rage at having to deal with Edward's dysfunction--and now Edward was gone, and it looked more and more like he might not be coming back.
Red. It looked strange on him, the red did, strange and somehow distressing.
Usually when he wanted something he just took the steps he knew were necessary to getting it.
Ed was normally a cheerful, friendly drunk, thank goodness, but the slightest hint of reproach or anger on Al's part would send Ed into a crashing depression.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
Dante took the seat next to the bed, and handed a mug of tea to Trisha.
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.
The kid packed a pretty good punch, Greed thought idly.
rated:M-L | S+S | Fullmetal |
He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
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.
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
There was nothing more petulant on the face of the planet than Edward Elric when he felt he was owed something.
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
Something about the place seems to be sucking the life out of him; the more time he spends indoors, the more he seems to wilt.
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.
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
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.
In matters of love and loss, it could be argued, the principle of equivalent exchange did not exist.
There would always be this silence in the air, stifling, thick, foggy and almost opaque, and I would watch from the mouth of the hallway, hands in front of me, our kitten, Unsere, threading through my legs.
Edward glared up at him, wiping some of the stuff off his nose.
What was with it with these horny older men? Were they stupid or just massively delusional?
Two boys, two faces, two fates, alive and dead at the same time, at different times, nothing in common, everything in common, one thing in common: him.
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
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.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
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.
"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
"Brother," Alphonse said, voice soft with horror, "I think that Winry's going to kill you."
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
It was honestly not a kiss.