M/F romantic relationship in preliminary or ''puppy love'' stages (hand-holding, kissing). Does not include canonical relationships.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
He has lots of women like her, who would like to be his anchor, and too many of them confuse that for throwing themselves head first into the ocean.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
"Do we still have cucumbers? Or I guess I could transmute a mold, do you need this dining chair?"
He underestimates the little things, like how long it will take him to put his socks on in the morning, and she comes up the stairs when breakfast is long since over to find him crouched over a torn stocking, blinking back furious tears...
"So, we're one gunshot from a civil war. If someone from Hakuro's faction fired that shot, for whatever reason ..."
rated:K-L-V | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | post-series | SP: ch 1-108 | DF: ch 105 | Alphonse Elric | Edward Elric | Roy Mustang | mystery | 354th FG HQ | UST | 2010 Best New Voices, Neophyte | Havoc/Rebecca
She stands beside him with her arms full of bandages, hoping the day he sees his own danger will come before the day he sets himself alight completely.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
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.
It's not the same at all when the patient choking back cries of pain and thrashing against the straps is her friend and playmate and brother.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
But they were no longer young, and they no longer lived together, and Al wouldn't embarrass his brother in front of their hosts by trying to take care of him.
"Don't look so downcast!" orders Mustang, grinning maniacally. "Our honour is at stake! Don't let me down! Sometimes you just have to take one for the team!"
rated:K-L | M+F S+S | Mangaverse | pre-series | SP: no plot spoilers but stars characters we meet up t | Briggs Bears | Buccaneer | Miles | Olivia Mira Armstrong | Roy Mustang | 354th FG HQ | Rebecca Catalina
He had believed, until that moment, that he had moved beyond carnal wants and human feelings.
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
It’s February in Central. There’s nothing better to do.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
She preferred mechanical work for just that reason; at least you knew with relative certainty what automail was going to do when you did something to it.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
It was kind of ironic, and kind of inconvenient, that Rush Valley, the capital city of automail, was also hot as hell for half the year.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
"They raise the dead. They make creatures to fight in the war. This is Edward! This is your son. You have to see that!"
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
"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
Tonight it is a comforting chatter, in a strange way, that takes Lan Fan's mind away from Young Master's perhaps impossible goal.
It made only a semblance of sense, but she understood that the whole truth would be revealed when Ed could be led from this graveyard of the years he had lost.
In that moment, nature feels alive around her, resisting her, and every small victory of every small breath confirms that she’s alive, too.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
When Havoc came back from lunch, he wondered why Hawkeye was picking up scattered papers with a small and warm smile on her face.
He shuffled into her store nearly six months after she had moved to Central.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
"You are so dead, bastard," Ed said, still in that dreamy tone, and took a step forwards.
He was not ready to be an uncle! He was ready, however, to hit things and curse.
"I'm not being forced out of another home. They won't be here long, and it's not like they'll be looking for us."