M/M or F/F romantic relationship in preliminary or ''puppy love'' stages (hand-holding, kissing). Does not include canonical relationships.
He was only human though, and he had given into his rage at having to deal with Edward's dysfunction--and now Edward was gone, and it looked more and more like he might not be coming back.
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
Envy forced down the nasty smirk that threatened to overwhelm him.
He would ask questions, even though Al knew he didn't particularly care, simply because he liked seeing Alphonse so animated about something.
She had hoped that the older woman would forget, so she didn't have to reveal that childishness to such a strong woman.
Alphonse Elric was a gentle soul, and he detested fighting.
People all have different ideas of beauty, Al knows, and no two ever appear to be the same.
It was honestly not a kiss.
God, he's gorgeous, even cut up. Especially cut up.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
If it didn't rain so often, Ed thought, he might feel a little more like he could make plans.
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.
He did not expect an answer even though it was true that Wrath was more likely to speak to him than anyone else, even Winry.
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
The blond shook his head lightly, probably in amusement, "I'm really sorry but he's normally not like this to strangers but your resemblance? is very striking, Roy."
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
Alfons is a scientific man, and Edward is his paradox.
Al crouches down on a dune looking down on the camp and draws an array in the sand, thinking of Gunnar with a dull pang of grief.
You gave me hope, Edward Elric, and then you took it away.
Two boys, two faces, two fates, alive and dead at the same time, at different times, nothing in common, everything in common, one thing in common: him.
Sometimes he outright disappeared for hours, leaving Al feeling panicked.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
I'm going to kill Ed when he gets back, Al told the General. I just thought I should tell you in advance in case there's paperwork.
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
"For the last time, we are not having this conversation!"
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.
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.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
"When you put it that way--" Roy conceded. "But it does seem improbable. You promised me a murderer, but are you so sure that it was no accident?"
Gone was the helpless, kicked-puppy look from those purple eyes.
"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."
The only other tradition that was better than eggnog to Al, was that of mistletoe.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
Alphonse settled for a barely audible sigh and hoped that his brother knew what he was doing.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
"It's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
More than once already, Edward had regretted turning down the offer of a ride home, despite the fact that the little house he shared with Alphonse was nowhere near where Havoc lived.
While Al couldn't say he approved, he was certain the Colonel wasn't stupid enough to try anything with Ed on a first date.
If killers and empty assassin armor hadn't frightened him, half a foot of park bench shouldn't leave him feeling so useless and pathetic.
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
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.
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
His desire for everything and everyone meant subversively that anything the alchemist blew to high hell was his: possession by association.
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy
No alchemical reaction could sustain fire without fuel forever.
"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.