M/M or F/F romantic relationship in preliminary or ''puppy love'' stages (hand-holding, kissing). Does not include canonical relationships.
Some of the stuff he was asked to investigate was truly stupid shit. A bakery, for instance.
"It's cheating," he declared at last, "To pick a fight while I ache."
Thank you General Mustang. At least that creep was good for something. Winry still wasn't convinced he was good for Ed.
Roy smiled slowly as Edward approached his desk, his usual careless pose turned into something... challenging.
He could ask so many things at this point. About sex, Ed, himself...
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.
Brother deserves better than to always walk alone. And you deserve better than to quietly freeze in the dark, regretting things left untested.
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.
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.
Alphonse had thought that he must have the bravest brother in the world.
Schezcka pushed her glasses up, using the glass reflection to hide her eyes.
There are things he cannot allow Greed to do.
If it didn't rain so often, Ed thought, he might feel a little more like he could make plans.
And he was tired, and he did eventually fall asleep, to the vague hum of voices in discussion downstairs.
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.
Sometimes Al thinks that somewhere back in the Armstrong family tree lurks an alchemical accident in a sequin factory.
Sometimes, he really wished that sleeping dogs would have been left alone...
Edward glared up at him, wiping some of the stuff off his nose.
He reminds Alfons of himself, in a way, back after he'd been first diagnosed with his illness; when he used to get up and stare at his face in the washbasin mirror every day and think, I am too young for this.
There was really too much good happening today to allow room for imperfection, in his humble opinion.
Screaming or crying would have been appropriate. Edward Elric didn't care about propriety. He was laughing.
There was a terrible vulnerability to Roy when his cover slipped, and it made Ed uncomfortable.
Life, the Fullmetal Alchemist decided viciously, wasn't fair.
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.
"You and I? Sleeping together?" Hughes snorted disdain, and spared a hand to push his glasses back up his face. "Ridiculous!"
Roy tasted fate in the air as he topped the muddy, grass swept hill.
rated:G | S+S | Ed/Roy
"Brother says Mr. Mustang grabbed his behind today while he was at the blackboard," he explained as his blush slowly faded, and Ed scowled.
Alfons is a scientific man, and Edward is his paradox.
Ed growled under his breath, color high in his cheeks, and pulled away.
Humans are so greedy, the Truth had told him in his dreams; and for all his airs and graces, he is no exception.
The reminder that Roy always managed to know what Edward was doing barely got a half-hearted glare.
"It's different when it's Mom," Ed said with a scowl, but he looked at Al's face, and he softened a little.
"Because," said Al flatly, "Roy is dark and handsome and--most importantly of all--charming. And you're short and blond and obnoxious."
Living dangerously had its perks.
If you want to find Edward Elric in Central City, you have to be a National Alchemist.
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.
Sometimes he outright disappeared for hours, leaving Al feeling panicked.
Are those little flamels on his pajamas? Where the hell does he shop, Alchemist Cliches 'R Us?
"Can I trust you," Ed's dewy eyes were huge and he looked somehow younger than he'd ever looked before.
"Listen, bastard... Do you always have to do things the hard way? You never, ever make it easy for me."
It was honestly not a kiss.
"Don't go to sleep," he murmurs into Ed's hair, and thinks of their mother, long ago, telling a story about spinning straw into gold.
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.
He inhaled deeply, felt the darkness ripple over his skin, and the room seemed to flex and expand around him.
This really was turning out to be a day of surprises, thought Roy.
There were good things about having Mustang around, least of which was when one forgot their matches.
The Colonel should, by all that is logical in the world, be less intimidating out of his uniform.