"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
You had to hand it to Roy, he certainly knew how to keep his cool.
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.
Fullmetal was starting to turn slightly purple, now, which definitely clashed with his coloring...
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
“Your latest expense reports left something to be desired. Why don’t you have a seat, and we’ll go over them.” “I’ll stand, thanks.”
Every rule in the book tells him that it's wrong, frat-er-nisation, number one cause of discharged officers in peace time situations.
He made the slip-up not whilst in the throes of passion, but rather, sitting quite peacefully at the kitchen table, watching the slender blond cook.
"I won't be an example!" He could still hear her voice wailing in his ear. "I'll choose how I die."
Let it never be said that whatever his obsessive tendencies, Edward Elric was unable to enjoy life's simpler pleasures.
Roy's breath took a holiday at the beach for approximately 30 seconds, the longest it had ever left him alone.
It doesn’t disappoint, never does; Ed is standing on the corner when the car arrives, all sharp moody edges and obtrusively coloured blue shorts.
But Mustang would hold onto his control easily, manipulating the boy to lose more and more of his.
It really irritated him that he did have ten years of experience and Roy could look at him and drop his voice a little and Ed squirmed.
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."
As far as Edward was concerned it could just take for-damn-ever if it wanted because that’s how long he could go without taking to the Bastard.
“I said no, Fullmetal--hey, what are you mmnph!”
The Colonel's laugh might have been relieved or wanting or even mocking; it was hard to tell.
Roy had arched an eyebrow, cleared his throat. "Can I ask what it is about my hand that merits such an intense examination?"
"It's blue!" Edward announced with the voice of desperation.
Roy would have to remember to make Ed take a hot shower before sex; it would cut down on unpleasant cold shocks.
I have enough things to worry about without dragging you into my messes. Why did you have to be the one to come after me?
"I have to spend a year at Northern Command, and you can't come with me."
There were lines that should never be crossed and things one should never wish for, and sometimes even the best of intentions were not enough.
"You have no idea how good you look right now," Roy said.
Yeah. Get it right and be honest, it's a little too good, a little too everything to let go of just yet.
So, really, it was only fair that Ed's first, instinctive reaction when Roy hit the ground after slipping off the roof was to snort and tell him, "I told you so."
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
I was talking with Al one day. And I was explaining how a long-term relationship is like a religion. They both have similar hallmarks...
The magazine told him he was doing it all wrong. First, it said he was boring. Then, it said he was bad in bed. Next, it said he was inconsiderate. After that, it told him he was gullible.
"It's not that easy, Roy. You see, it's my fault he is this way. He honestly doesn't want to hurt me. He loves me..."
It was, and he hated to admit it, an intriguing proposal. Ed wondered who the General had leaned on to get it written in just such a way to make his alchemic blood tingle.
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
When you live in a small apartment, it's hard to miss when your brother comes home smelling like sex and absinthe.
"Al," Ed said seriously and leaned forward to look up into his brother's glowing eyes, "if he had mind control powers, you would tell me, right?"
Ed clapped his hands again and Roy felt distinctly cold in his nether regions.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
If killers and empty assassin armor hadn't frightened him, half a foot of park bench shouldn't leave him feeling so useless and pathetic.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
"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?"
It was sure to be a disaster.