M/M or F/F romantic relationship in preliminary or ''puppy love'' stages (hand-holding, kissing). Does not include canonical relationships.
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
This new life was staggering - more so, the feel of Alphonse's shoulder, warm and flesh beneath his cheek as the train lurched out of the station.
How do you find someone who barely existed in this world now that they're gone?
The water streamed clear and icy through his fingers- and all at once he straightened, laughing, to flick the last few drops into his brotherís face.
He was coming to read Alfons pretty well now too, and from what Al did understand he could give as good as he got.
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
A collection of short fics. Pairings and warnings listed individually.
rated:M-L | GEN S+S | Fullmetal |
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
It shouldn't have been a surprise that he would run across on Jean Havoc, sitting just underneath a "No Smoking" sign outside in the afternoon sun.
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
Contrary to popular opinion, Roy Mustang was quite skilled at dealing with emotions.
You gave me hope, Edward Elric, and then you took it away.
Apparently, years of stress had jaded Ed into thinking that if things were looking good now, then something terrible must be around the corner.
"You aren't Envy, are you? Because if you are, I'll kick your ass and find out what you've done with my brother."
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
At fifteen he had been intimidating; at thirty, he could be terrifying.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy
In the summer they competed at climbing through the twisting branches, risking life and bruises to collect baskets of fruit and bring them back home.
Roy wondered how far Alphonse would go to prove his point.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
Sometimes, he really wished that sleeping dogs would have been left alone...
"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
The idiot prince still couldn't be bothered to figure out the different notes and coins, probably because he'd never actually paid for anything in his life.
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
As it got later, Al could hear the night in the strange world deepen. Nights of terror, here, a country full of dead people.
The kid packed a pretty good punch, Greed thought idly.
rated:M-L | S+S | Fullmetal |
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
Mustang fell into a kind of trance whenever he killed with his flames -- snapping his fingers continually, sometimes so fast that both his hands blurred.
There was a loud crack, like the sound of several chopsticks simultaneously being snapped in two, followed by the sound of something heavy falling, the object hitting the ground so hard the earth literally shook beneath Ed's feet.
There would always be this silence in the air, stifling, thick, foggy and almost opaque, and I would watch from the mouth of the hallway, hands in front of me, our kitten, Unsere, threading through my legs.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
It was just the men today, sitting around drinking coffee and playing cards and waiting for the paint to peel or the Fuhrer-in-Training to request they do something.
It was honestly not a kiss.
"You're getting quite the list," Roy said. "Not that I am any sort of advocate for monogamy, but you certainly are taking full advantage of playing the field."
The house rumbled gently, as a cat purrs, and Alphonse tied off the braid, pressing his hands to Edward's scalp one more time before dropping them to his side.
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
What was with it with these horny older men? Were they stupid or just massively delusional?
People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
"Alchemy is intended for the public good. If it wasn't anything illegal, why the need for secrecy?"
We were the naive kings of all we surveyed, lingering on the hilltop as we stared at our kingdom of ash, of ruins, of dust.
And when the next words followed, barely loud enough to be heard, the General was surprised by the force behind them.
If it didn't rain so often, Ed thought, he might feel a little more like he could make plans.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
"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