What happens when WAFF meets PWP: feeling good, little plot required.
People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
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.
Ed peeked into the last box and began to grin. "Twelve-layer chocolate cake," he said. "Wow, a whole slice."
"He's a smug arrogant prick and Jean's a lazy bastard with a mouth like an ashtray."
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.
"You know, Al, you don't have to warm yourself in the sun for me."
Alphonse Elric was a gentle soul, and he detested fighting.
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
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 pessimist with an ego seven miles long; he's a scientist, too, doesn't approve of Al's books.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
"It's cold and dark and raining, and there are thugs roaming the street - brother, have a heart! He could be killed! He could become kitten stew!"
Al should've never told his mother the box was a present for Winry.
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."
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
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.
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.
His boyfriend. He wants me to be his boyfriend. He's wooing me with gifts. I'm being courted!
Wouldn't it be easier, after all, to slip from beneath the blankets and return to his own bed, all but unused for the past month?
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
"Are you saying," Al inquired, slowly, "that you never believed that I didn't blame you?"
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
"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!"
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.
"How do you manage to win, even when you lose?" he asked sleepily, some time later.
"He's the Fullmetal Alchemist," Alphonse interrupted, tapping his pen against his clipboard. "Are you sure you're up to the task?"
Somehow, this volunteer assignment wasn't starting out exactly the way she'd hoped it would.
Alphonse settled for a barely audible sigh and hoped that his brother knew what he was doing.
"Of course, that depends how you define cruel," he adds, amused.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
A hand was extended, and he finally, finally took it, even if he didn't use it to pull himself up.
Anything, she reflected, is worth seeing you so genuinely happy.
He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
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.
"Ah, Alphonse-kun, I was wondering when you would wake up."
It made a lovely picture, with the moonlight streaming in thick and silver under the curtains, and Edward silently cursed everything that came to mind...