M/F romantic relationship in preliminary or ''puppy love'' stages (hand-holding, kissing). Does not include canonical relationships.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
Sometimes, when he lay awake and undisturbed for many hours, he almost thought he had even succeeded.
"YOU HAVE JUST INTERRUPTED AN IMPORTANT TRIP. IF YOU WISH TO NOT BE BEATEN WITHIN AN INCH OF YOUR LIFE, YOU BETTER ABANDON THE TRAIN RIGHT NOW!"
Itís February in Central. Thereís nothing better to do.
"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
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.
"You finally took my advice and settled down! Not quite what I had in mind, of course, but I'm so happy for you!"
But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
He can do the math; he knows that with two of them and only one of her, there's no good way for things to come out even.
But he glanced behind himself for Winly, and it was a terrible, bittersweet thing.
There's nothing wrong with his legs, at least — a sidestep to the right and two paces back and he'd be out the door, if it weren't shut.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
Nothing made sense anymore.
"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."
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
Water fills her ears without stopping them, just as grief does her mind, and she drums her fingers on the wooden slats in time to the litany of her failure.
They wouldn't be leaving until well after sunset, trusting Al to guide them through the dense thicket of sassafras and witch hazel to the road.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
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.
I needed something that said 'I am Elicia Hughes, more than just Daddy's Girl.'
When he received no immediate response, he drew back and let her go, and the aching vulnerability on his face made her blink in surprise.
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
He didn't need chalk, or ink; hell, if anything, blood was a better medium for this purpose.
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.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
Al knew better than anyone that Ed, if he put his mind to it, could do anything, and a little thing like missing limbs wasn't going to stop him.
Gentle and wise and intelligent and kind... and so unlike anyone she'd ever known in Xing...
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
He had believed, until that moment, that he had moved beyond carnal wants and human feelings.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
This, too, was a pain that Edward had inflicted only on himself, but neither Roy nor Al had dared to say so.
It was well known around Central headquarters that Roy Mustang was lusting after the visiting Major-General.
"Oh, what would YOU know? said Winry. "You've never looked at a girl in your life."
Greed reached out for whatever proved she was undeniably, unrepentantly alive.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
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.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
She looked the wire over for a minute, noting where the insulation had been stripped away for retuning, then tugged it gently, careful not to pull too hard.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
More than once she thought she half-saw a face in the leaves, formed by a trick of light and shadow, and her steps grew languid and slow.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."
So much has happened since you last came to Central.
"My neighbors would start saying things behind my back if I took home a suit of armor."
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.