No romantic plot or subplot; no identifiable pairings outside canonical relationships.
Envy mused that this was what it sounded like when a spirit broke, a large pop of a fictitious heart, the snapsnapsnap of each rib cage.
Ed remembered that Al's first word was 'Mama', and his second one was 'Niichan'.
It didn't really sink in when you saw the thing, all clumsy dangling wood and leather straps, like the arm of a marionette in a kids' puppet show.
Ed liked him this way -- so why did it make him so furious to have to deal with Al caring one way or another about him?
He didn't die of natural causes, oh no — the old man clung to life tenaciously.
You don't want to see spicy photos of my gorgeous girlfriend?
I, the stray dog of the desert, who sloped long and pale, slashed to ribbons, across the moonlight sands on my journey to God.
Here was the corner where she retreated, reloading her gun as she prepared for another kill.
For in equivalent trade, everything has value and therefore everything can be taken away.
Ed's arms swept out, taking in the street and the buildings, the grass and the trees and the sky -- "the world and our own minds to understand it! That's all!" Isn't that enough?
Once you promised me that you would dance on my grave. I'm keeping you to that promise, you know.
And there was a certain look they shared, the one they both used when they thought Ed was being unreasonably stubborn.
"You don't think doing grown up things makes you look older?" Ed said after a while.
The Full Metal Alchemist, of course, accepted his assignment with all the gravity due his station.
Greed has one, fundamental, flaw.
Ed's birthday had passed a little over a month ago, while they were still with Sensei.
It was so terribly painful, really, the way he would smile when he was about to cry.
"We offer you not a world in which your brother died, but one in which he never lived."
Mustang's men watched her warily from their desks, all twitchy and afraid to meet her eye. That was good: nervous dogs were easier to train.
"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
But we the people of Ishvar endure, by the grace and mercy of Ishvarra we endure, and so long as we live we will remember.
I didn't understand that, didn't comprehend why being clean for going into the earth was a good thing until much later...
"Just who're you calling..." Edward's voice stuttered to a halt as he saw where the man was pointing. "...short?"
"You're late," Ed tells him flatly. "You should have been here one minute and forty four seconds ago."
If Ed had his way, his allowance (and all of Roy's salary) would be spent entirely on the most expensive brand of dog food to have ever existed.
I really don't like this body, he thought sadly; if he'd had a face to pout with, he would have.
What was it like, Father mine, to die and to be resurrected again?
The feel of hands on his shoulders woke him, one metal and one flesh, and it was the chill in human fingers that told him how cold the night had grown while he slept.
It hurt, somehow, to know that there was no one now who could see past the mask if he didn't want them to.
The chi flows in its circuits through the body, just as blood pulses through the veins.
In a blur of red and flying braid, Ed is on his knees before her.
Ed began to understand why some people talked to themselves.
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.
He didn't play anymore, not with reports to file, books to read, notes to scratch out.
Alfons Heiderich, this universe's most cruel mistake, came round from the other side of the crumbling brick wall, and Ed found himself again wondering if the man existed solely for his personal torment.
The dizzy whiteness rushed over him again; bright, hurting, noisy, afraid, hard, can't remember, Niisan...
He tilted his jaw and the kid struck the match, lit it, lifted it to his cigarette.
She hasn't learned not to weep — only to weep without tears.
That day, Ed had pulled his hair out of a braid and tied it up into a neat ponytail.
The feeling came more naturally than anything he'd known.
Winly was touched, really, that even after two years without seeing one another, Ed still wrote her letters.
It wasn't easy to imagine how he had been mistaken, because Al could swear that even from a distance, a hanged man looked very different from a tent post.
With two younger sisters himself, he knew well that siblings quarreled, but never to this extent.
Winry muttered something Scieszka couldn't quite catch, brow furrowed as she leaned in to adjust something on the switchboard.
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It was a game they often played, what would they do once they got their bodies back.