What happens when WAFF meets PWP: feeling good, little plot required.
Al, at 17, had discovered that mornings were unbearable for the first time in his life, and waking up before ten o'clock in the morning was pure agony.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
Alphonse washed, and Edward dried (owing to the automail; safer not to submerge), and between the two of them the stack eventually diminished.
He lay back on the couch (in Roy Mustang's office, where else?) and declared , "I'm not wearing this."
"Of course, that depends how you define cruel," he adds, amused.
"You know, Al, you don't have to warm yourself in the sun for me."
"I must savor every moment of every love letter I recieve to do the sender justice," Mustang said, before proceeding to open the letter.
Apparently, years of stress had jaded Ed into thinking that if things were looking good now, then something terrible must be around the corner.
She preferred mechanical work for just that reason; at least you knew with relative certainty what automail was going to do when you did something to it.
He's a pessimist with an ego seven miles long; he's a scientist, too, doesn't approve of Al's books.
He would have killed, before a nonexistent God and Winry, to be that goddamn spatula.
She laughs to see the grand scholar on his stomach on the floor of the living room, reading his sons a fairy tale from a fat little book.
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.
He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
Alphonse Elric was a gentle soul, and he detested fighting.
"YOU HAVE JUST INTERRUPTED AN IMPORTANT TRIP. IF YOU WISH TO NOT BE BEATEN WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE, YOU BETTER ABANDON THE TRAIN RIGHT NOW!"
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
Ed frowned slightly; that thought pushed dangerously at the border of sappiness.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
Ed peeked into the last box and began to grin. "Twelve-layer chocolate cake," he said. "Wow, a whole slice."
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
When he received no immediate response, he drew back and let her go, and the aching vulnerability on his face made her blink in surprise.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
The room had gotten hot and stuffy, and there was sweat on both of his hands, though the sheen on the automail had not come from his own body.
When there was no answer, he tried again, but gave up after that. It wasn't like Ed would get eaten by a rabid saucepan, or something.
"Are you saying," Al inquired, slowly, "that you never believed that I didn't blame you?"
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
The Colonel's staff next door ignored the pleas for help and gunshots.
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
Anything, she reflected, is worth seeing you so genuinely happy.
This would be so much easier if he could just refuse the man to his face.
Wasn't young love grand, perfect as crystal, flawless as the summer overtures?
There was a lot to be said for experimentation, Ed thought later, when Al was curled up in his arms as Winry fussed in the bathroom.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
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."
They say that a wizard lives in the log cabin, on the other side of the dark woods and the silver river.
Around two o'clock in the afternoon, women around the city began to disappear ... and a crowd, primarily of females, formed along Third Street.
"He's a smug arrogant prick and Jean's a lazy bastard with a mouth like an ashtray."