M/F romantic relationship in preliminary or ''puppy love'' stages (hand-holding, kissing). Does not include canonical relationships.
Roy Mustang had his own addiction, and it was very simple: Roy Mustang was addicted to lieutenants.
Instead of being the result of too many hours in the rain; though, this fever seemed to be caused by Winry.
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.
"I'm sorry! Look, I'll fix it. I didn't know it was going to turn out this way!"
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.
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.
Such strength. Such dignity. Such discipline. So not the person she was supposed to seduce.
"If you've got something to say, say it," she said. "If not, hand me a fork, would you?"
He was also certain that if he gave in and laughed, Edward would hang up and never speak to him again.
"Oh, he's probably just studying too hard to notice you knocking," Winly said at first.
It was the truth, but it sounded lame upon Edward's lips; the way her eyes hooded, she seemed to think so, anyway.
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.
"No one shuns their duty in Xing," she said, firmly and leaving no room to brook argument, the way her elders had always passed the maxim to her.
Winry sucked in a gasp, and dropped backward in shock.
"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
"I know how things work, sir," the boy continued, laying the watch across his lap.
It was growing to be habit, restless energy that ran under his skin after she'd just ran her hands over it.
rated:M-L | GENM+F |
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.
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.
He closed his fist around her sash and curled into himself, trying to keep his thoughts away from dark things.
"I am using this spirit gum to stick this necklace over my tattoo. Now stop poking your nose down my cleavage and give me some privacy, Envy."
But when the acting commander of the Intelligence branch, the man who controlled her widow's pension, requested and required this service... well... well.
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.
Open Mike Night at Rush Valley's one and only coffee house attracts a great many of the town's most ridiculous people.
The last thing she remembers of him was his voice begging a stranger to keep her safe. Begging for her useless life.
It was a pleasant thing, warm and innocently tender.
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.
She would notice when that body's pulse went up around her, the flush of cheeks, and the way the eyes followed her curves.
The first thing Gracia bought after her husband died was a stepladder.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
Both Edward and Winry were on hand day and night, looking for anything they could do to ease his way.
"Mother?" And his voice broke, shattered as he raced to her, arms wrapping around her thin body, embracing the image, the idea. "Mommy!"
"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
It had been a once-in-a-lifetime thing. Eyes across a crowded room, and all that jazz.
"How is it possible for you to be so like him?" she whispered, nuzzling against his throat.
"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.
"Just remind me, even if the alternative is to sleep on a ice cube, NEVER to share a bed with you again.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
Nothing made sense anymore.
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
What part of 'this is my house' are you having problems with, Fullmetal?"
"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
Ed jabbed accusingly with an automail finger — nearly putting out Mustang's eye as he did so — and shrieked, "You're a crossdresser!"
To her, the Philosopher's Stone is blood and fire: his fire, her blood.
After all, Edward needed her help in catching the syndicate known as 'Soldiers'.
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.
He had believed, until that moment, that he had moved beyond carnal wants and human feelings.
It is a photograph that brings them together, and that's as it should be.
Riza looks straight ahead. "Personally, I found during my time in Ishbal that nothing stops a career faster than a bullet between the eyes."