Comedy, slapstick, and (sometimes) bad puns.
"You can't do that! This is a shounen series!" he hissed.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with you, Brother," Al said loyally, and Ed scowled.
"Get out of the kitchen, brother," he snarled, waving the spatula threateningly. "I'm still cooking, damnit."
"Don't worry about it," he says bossily. "I know what to do. Give me the book--don't close it--ah, thanks."
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
Eventually, Roy had to take things into his own hands. Was it really his fault that it had ended up so literal?
Let me start by saying that I love my grandchildren. Actually, they’re my great great grandchildren, but that’s repetitive and makes me sound old, so screw that.
"I am not obsessed with Edward Elric!"
"Huh? Whose fault? Ahahah.. aha..." Ed tried to avoid the topic.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
"And search for free porn." Havoc pointed out.
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.
Now Ed was into his favorite mode, bitch-at-the-bastard-father-who-ditched-us.
"You could have roped in the typing pool instead, they moon over the Colonel all the time."
If Al could have frowned suspiciously, he would have. Instead he relied on his expressive vocal stylings as he propped his brother upright. “What’s in that glass, Brother?”
Gloved hands shot out and grabbed the book in question, dragging it off the shelf and holding it to the light.
No kinks, no cross-dressing, no tag-team threesomes, and all pets must be ushered out of the room beforehand.
"All this will do is give your soul access to the feelings that should be in your body right now, just like a normal teenage boy."
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
The logical thing was that brother defer to brother, who would have thought in this one instance that selfishness would rear its head?
Ling tried to cover his way with sly smiles and clever lines; he played at being a fool (and did it very well), when he was anything but.
He didn't die of natural causes, oh no — the old man clung to life tenaciously.
Ah. Fans. He preens slightly into his coat, sits up just a little taller on his haunches. Fans he knows how to deal with.
I noticed, Ed told him with as much edge as he could muster.
"Tall girls need not apply," Hughes read aloud, without even the trace of a smirk.
rated:K | M+F S+S | Fullmetal | mid-series | First Place, Het & Non-Het | Green Lion Winner | Riza Hawkeye | Roy Mustang | angst | humor | sweet | Elric Kyoudai | 354th FG HQ | 2004 First Kiss, Non-Het
You could attribute it to teenage rebellion, if you liked, or to homunculus-hormones, which could be quite fierce, or heck, maybe she was just living up to her name.
Ed looked down at the camera again, and smiled an evil, evil smile.
High school and sexuality are hard enough to deal with, without adding high explosives to the mix.
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"But he's just a kid... he's too short to be a criminal..."
And everyone knows, when a homunculus is in trouble, there’s only one place to go!
"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?"
Too many more nights of excuses are going to drive him from appropriately celibate to stark raving mad.
Ed frowned slightly; that thought pushed dangerously at the border of sappiness.
"...Sir..." he tried, beginning to compose himself again. "Don't you think...ah...that this isn't very professional of either of us?"
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
Al decided he didn't like that particular grin on his brother's face.
He gently turned Ed's head so that he faced the camera, and with just a little luck, Ling would catch that amazing expression Ed always had when he came.
"I remember the flavor too; it was strawberry. It's still his favorite."
"Shut up. Don't say anything. I made you food, and there's beer in the icebox, and happy fucking Oktoberfest."
"I like you a lot Al. I really do. It's just... you are kind of intimidating..." and seven feet tall, made of metal and a boy...
If armor could narrow its eyes, Ed knew Al would have been doing so.