Non-consensual sex. Less euphemistically, rape.
It was so easy to want to do something, just because he could do it.
This is not how normal people behave, Ed's mind warned him.
It was merely a battle of wills. He would win.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
The nurses knew all about these interludes, of course, but it was not something they could do anything about.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.
This is what lovers do, thought Ed. They sacrifice for the other's pleasure.
That was unacceptable. Anger was to be expected; disgust was not allowed.
Greed watched his every move like a hawk, mimicking his mannerisms.
The easiest way to destroy an enemy is to destroy those he depends upon.
"Apparently their mother never cautioned them to stay away from strangers with cars."
Ed woke up slowly, and wished he hadn't.
Everything — Ed's wishes, his remaining dignity, even his trust — was going to have to come second to Ed's life.
"Aww, is the rough and tough Elric crying for his dead brother?" sneered a voice in his ringing ears.
The smart thing to do would be to cut and run, but somehow that just didn't seem manly. And Ed was not going to look like a girl in front of this creep.
No one talked of Equivalent Exchange in England, but they had a saying that came close: There ain't no such thing as a free lunch.
I have enough things to worry about without dragging you into my messes. Why did you have to be the one to come after me?
Alphonse might not have been attractive in Envy's eyes, but what he currently represented was.
To he who seeks, let him find. That was Ed's motto.
There were lines that should never be crossed and things one should never wish for, and sometimes even the best of intentions were not enough.
He dragged through his last mission a true convert to the stone, the last shreds of self preservation stripped from him.
The blow cracked Ed's cheekbone, an audible noise in the quiet room, and he felt and tasted the blood that filled his mouth.
There was gold in the middle of midnight, and Envy smiled over his satisfaction.
On the first night, he comes to her as her teacher.
"No," said Ed, his voice quiet. "You can't hurt me."
"What I did here was nothing out of the ordinary. You are lucky you were shown it so early."
Archer smiled. "You are no longer the darling of the Military, Mustang. I am."
"You embarrassed the brass, and now they want their pound of flesh."
Nobody knocks at their house; there is only one person who ever comes and Edward doesn't need to knock.
"Have you ever thought about becoming a daddy?" Wrath said.
...when he presses his hand against the scraped array and wills it to activate, he can't help but send a whispered prayer to it. Please work. Please, please...
I'm lying through implication, but the kid won't know that, and after all the stuff I've done, lying has gotta be my pettiest sin.
Edward needs pushing. Hohenhiem wants to push him with his own two hands — to touch.
The hand under Edward's intact leg shifted, and the fingers snapped. A wave of heat danced across his skin, and he shivered in fear as the failed experiment died.
Roy flinched a little and walked the rest of the way down the hall -– to his fate. No, today would not be easy.
Predator-sleek and supple like a malignant-looking trickster, blurring the lines between human and inhuman, male and female, dead and alive.
One never grew entirely accustomed to having nightmares, Ed had found.
The Fuhrer always used that word. Ripe. Like fruit to be devoured .
That was when the nightmare had begun, when the world had become stone walls, sterilized laboratories, and lights so bright as to make little red capillaries snake across both boys' eyes.
Here, in this place where eyes were all but useless, hearing could be confounded with the sensation of touch.
Al himself had asked for nothing, except the one thing that Hohenheim wouldn't give him. Freedom.
The resemblance to the first set was so uncanny that had he not known better, Ling would have assumed she was a twin.
Edward Elric was a fanciful new obsession, an action figure still bound to the cardboard by twisted-ties, and Kimbley had to find a way to properly take him out of his packaging.
Who knew how long it would take to find Al and take down those who'd conspired to feign his death?
Roy had been among the rebels for weeks now, and he'd learned very early on that these men were dangerous, very dangerous.
Al thought of Martel, of Nina. He didn't want to be a chimera.
"If I do not, I might begin to love you, whom I should hate."
Alchemy, the science of turning lead into gold, was never about actual, physical transmutation.
Envy would never let him forget that the price of pride was destruction, and that those who infringed upon God's domain were damned.