No romantic plot or subplot; no identifiable pairings outside canonical relationships.
The staff look at each other, look at their automail bottle-opener, and prepare to duck.
For in equivalent trade, everything has value and therefore everything can be taken away.
He hadn't asked Hughes to follow him to this place.
Ed shrugged, although his expression suggested he was trying to keep from being too smug about beating a man almost twice his age.
All a very neat, very efficient system, Kessler thought; raw material and outgoing product in perfect balance, a regular production line built into flesh.
Once you promised me that you would dance on my grave. I'm keeping you to that promise, you know.
...it's making up for years with a date and flowers by alternately giving her the good, and then the bad, and then the good, and then the bad, and then the horrible.
Ed looked down at the camera again, and smiled an evil, evil smile.
The lilacs would wither all too soon, but until then she intended to indulge herself, carrying the scent of home with her wherever she went.
Unfortunately, Winry's 'own devices' were becoming the death of Pinako's various household devices.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
What kind of stupid creature would walk willingly and calmly to its own violent, brutal death?
In the file were pictures of the alchemist's circle where the boys had attempted to bring back their mother.
"Honestly, Fullmetal, I'm beginning to think that you're more trouble than you're worth."
"Now, Earth-type world, yes? Spoken language identified as late pre-Galactic English."
rated:M-L | GEN | Alt Universe | TWT | First Place (popular); Second Place (juried) | Green Lion Winner | Alfons Heiderich | Edward Elric | crack | drama | fusion | introspective | 2009 Brave New Worlds, Original
Hope — he could almost reach out and touch that hope, hours away, maybe, just a few ticks of the clock and an array or two later and it could be real.
Death could come to Roy on his time. Appointment first. Lunch, maybe.
“Sir,” he says, and Roy could be imagining it, but he thinks Falman’s usually flat tone has a hint of panic in it. “Have you read this memo yet?”
If Al hadn't known how often the older boy feigned unconsciousness in order to stave off these visits, he might have been fooled.
That day, Ed had pulled his hair out of a braid and tied it up into a neat ponytail.
He mostly trusted his brother to be able to put a nearly-three-year-old to bed by himself, but...Al should probably check, just to be sure.
Brother likes to pretend that he doesn't care what goes on in the military unless it directly affects him. Or, you know, directly offends him. One or the other.
As stated in the catalog, our Model 436b Hairless Ape is highly customizable, designed with the discerning deity in mind.
Trisha looked up in surprise to see her guest in the open doorway, barely casting a shadow in the sunlight that streamed in around her.
They are his signposts and self-inscriptions, cordoning off the book as his own, as something he possesses.
Hohenheim had been familiar with death, but his own still took him by surprise.
Winry muttered something Scieszka couldn't quite catch, brow furrowed as she leaned in to adjust something on the switchboard.
Thank you for your resumes, gentlemen.
Not a fairy, then, Alfons thought in disappointment. The fairies in stories weren't usually so foul-mouthed and excitable, anyway.
What things Envy learns of his master's nature, of his future and his past alike, are those things which he has divined on his own, and nothing more.
Al wonders, a little, what it's like to live inside Ed's head now.
He knew, as he had never known before, his own body; the strength and flexibility in every limb, every joint, every bone.
It is what people say to him because they cannot think of any other way to relate to him, this boy who has the heavy title of 'Full Metal Alchemist'.
But the harsh light of early morning sharpens the hard angles of desperation on Al's face so instead Ed smiles, all teeth, and lies, "Of course."
"It's getting worse," his brother said as he came in the door.
rated:G | GEN | dark
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
Are you listening to me, Lieutenant Hawkeye?
“Brother, don’t be ungrateful! Ling is trying very hard to teach you proper use of the Xingian language!”
You're the only person on earth who will ever be able to read this message.
"I'm told by Mr. Mason that you resisted being fed, and he had you punished for that."
A collection of 100 word ficlets.
The kid is easily recognizable by his golden hair and eyes, his automail arm and leg, and the obvious chip on the shoulder.
Roy could've sworn First Lieutenants existed only to invent torture methods for Colonels, but he wasn't about to say that one out loud.
Death overtook Hohenheim unexpectedly on the road to knowledge.
"This one's for you, Al." Edward swore, raised the glass to his lips, and braced for the impact.