What happens when WAFF meets PWP: feeling good, little plot required.
This is the most perplexing part, for Edward, because often he thinks, how in the hell did I end up with…?
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.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
"He's the Fullmetal Alchemist," Alphonse interrupted, tapping his pen against his clipboard. "Are you sure you're up to the task?"
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.
"Stupid bullies," Ed grumbled, limping for a few steps before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to be feeling it. "Call me a girl, will they?"
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
Alphonse settled for a barely audible sigh and hoped that his brother knew what he was doing.
"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!"
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
He doesn't have time for any of this, oak trees and summer days and a pale, bony hand twined with his.
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 one's for you, Al." Edward swore, raised the glass to his lips, and braced for the impact.
Ed peeked into the last box and began to grin. "Twelve-layer chocolate cake," he said. "Wow, a whole slice."
People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
"I know those court ordered anger management classes were years ago, but you've come such a long way."
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
"Do you remember that song Mom used to sing to us?" He asked instead, concentrating on the tiny kinks of the inside of his detached leg.
"Ah, Alphonse-kun, I was wondering when you would wake up."
The Colonel's staff next door ignored the pleas for help and gunshots.
The tree was wobbly, but with a few kicks and shoves Ed got it to stand up in the corner by the window.
"How do you manage to win, even when you lose?" he asked sleepily, some time later.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
This would be so much easier if he could just refuse the man to his face.
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.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
Wasn't young love grand, perfect as crystal, flawless as the summer overtures?
"Hey! She did it blindfolded! No one else could do that! And better her than that old hag!"
"This is disgusting," he said aloud, then poked his head through the door and yelled, "Brother! This is disgusting!"
He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
Ed imagined Al's expression would look something like Fletcher's did right now.
Around two o'clock in the afternoon, women around the city began to disappear ... and a crowd, primarily of females, formed along Third Street.
Alphonse washed, and Edward dried (owing to the automail; safer not to submerge), and between the two of them the stack eventually diminished.
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.
"You know, Al, you don't have to warm yourself in the sun for me."