What happens when WAFF meets PWP: feeling good, little plot required.
Alphonse settled for a barely audible sigh and hoped that his brother knew what he was doing.
Apparently, years of stress had jaded Ed into thinking that if things were looking good now, then something terrible must be around the corner.
"Of course, that depends how you define cruel," he adds, amused.
It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.
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.
They say that a wizard lives in the log cabin, on the other side of the dark woods and the silver river.
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.
Somehow, this volunteer assignment wasn't starting out exactly the way she'd hoped it would.
The Colonel's staff next door ignored the pleas for help and gunshots.
Ed saw Roy's fingers twitch and curl at his sides as the desire to embrace almost overwhelmed discretion and good sense.
"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!"
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
The house rumbled gently, as a cat purrs, and Alphonse tied off the braid, pressing his hands to Edward's scalp one more time before dropping them to his side.
He's a pessimist with an ego seven miles long; he's a scientist, too, doesn't approve of Al's books.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
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.
"This is disgusting," he said aloud, then poked his head through the door and yelled, "Brother! This is disgusting!"
"How do you manage to win, even when you lose?" he asked sleepily, some time later.
"Are you saying," Al inquired, slowly, "that you never believed that I didn't blame you?"
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
Alphonse Elric was a gentle soul, and he detested fighting.
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?
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
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...
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.
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.
"He's the Fullmetal Alchemist," Alphonse interrupted, tapping his pen against his clipboard. "Are you sure you're up to the task?"
The showy bastard snapped with a killer grin for their audience and really, Roy was meant for either politics or the stage.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
"I want to bring father back for her," Al had whispered the week before Christmas fell.
This would be so much easier if he could just refuse the man to his face.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
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.
"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?"