M/M or F/F romantic relationship in preliminary or ''puppy love'' stages (hand-holding, kissing). Does not include canonical relationships.
Something about the place seems to be sucking the life out of him; the more time he spends indoors, the more he seems to wilt.
Heaven is this: a short, crisp October day, the clear sky a great bowl above them, the amber valley a chalice below.
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 tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy
Before this war, he'd never wiped human blood off his automail.
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.
What was with it with these horny older men? Were they stupid or just massively delusional?
"Beautiful," he purred again, a smile curling the edges of his lips, and Roy shivered despite the heat.
He wanted Hughes to know how many lines he had crossed in his lifetime.
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
Roy cleared his throat, and stepped up to the podium. "Welcome to Elric Fanciers Anonymous," he said.
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.
"I'll have you know I'm in a committed monogamous relationship."
He was a version of his brother if he'd grown up, but fainter, as though he'd been diluted in the bright light of the Gate.
All it took was a push of his hand and the twist of a small brass key to put it out of sight.
Ed's heart began pounding in anticipation of the rush he'd feel when the process was over.
He felt ten years old and small, pressed against a door that wouldn't open for a very long time.
Most people knew enough to leave Envy alone when he was so clearly unhappy.
His desire for everything and everyone meant subversively that anything the alchemist blew to high hell was his: possession by association.
The only problem was that Ed didn't know what the heck "getting some" was or what he was being congratulated for.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
No alchemical reaction could sustain fire without fuel forever.
"So ...." Havoc tried to look nonchalant. "Fullmetal's hair is, uh ... bright."
There are things he cannot allow Greed to do.
It wasn't a matter of getting his own way. It was simply a matter of getting.
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.
You gave me hope, Edward Elric, and then you took it away.
It was honestly not a kiss.
Envy could rip him and all the worlds in two.
Schezcka pushed her glasses up, using the glass reflection to hide her eyes.
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
It really irritated him that he did have ten years of experience and Roy could look at him and drop his voice a little and Ed squirmed.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
He would have been crying for a long time, but the tears seem to have frozen in this damn cold too.
With a sense of rising dread, Alphonse raised his fist to pound for admittance, worry tinging his voice. "Brother? Are you alright in there?"
"That angel hated God's second born. He was jealous. Why was he so easy to cast aside and walk away from?"
Ed did not want to die without seeing Alphonse again.
"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."
Alfons is a scientific man, and Edward is his paradox.
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.
Dear Ed: I miss you more than you can ever know.
They would have had a bitter bitchfight had both suddenly not stopped and realized it was all Roy's fault.
It was the first official meeting of the Big But Not Scary Club.
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.
"Post break-up beer, all the way from Xing," Al grinned merrily. "Taken right off a cart heading for the royal court. See the lengths I go to to cheer you up?"
"Hey, Ed, you're awfully cheery this morning."
"Normal punishments don't work on my brother. We'd better come up with something else."
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...