M/M or F/F romantic relationship with existing or developing sexual interaction. Does not include canonical relationships.
“Envy,” she murmured in her brother’s ear. “I need a favor.”
"All this will do is give your soul access to the feelings that should be in your body right now, just like a normal teenage boy."
Hadn't he survived a month on a deserted island when he was ten, equipped only with a little knife and one pair of shorts? He was tough. He was rugged. He could fall asleep anywhere. He could totally do this.
People paid a lot of money to see things like this, she imagined.
"...If I...really went insane...I mean, completely lost my mind..." Ed said, carefully, "do you think you'd be able to stop me?"
"This is disgusting," he said aloud, then poked his head through the door and yelled, "Brother! This is disgusting!"
"Just talking and showing won't help much. He needs to try things before he can get them right."
The desire to go wandering again, to never settle down... it worried Alphonse.
"This will feel like home, soon," Greed said when he woke the first time in this bed.
As always, there was a spark of hope in the younger Elric's expression, and it dug its claws into him as it had every day for the past eight months.
Tenderly, Ed's flesh fingers threaded into hair that he had created — short and bronze-gold, the same downy texture that he'd recalled from childhood.
“Are you all right, Loincloth Witch Alphonse?” “Y-y-yes,” the young hero stammered, feeling as though at any moment his heart might leap right through his ribcage.
Ed had confessed that he had no idea how the relationships had started.
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.
They'd been on the run so long, Ed had long since lost track of the last time he'd slept in a bed instead of in an abandoned barn, or under a hedge.
Ed was good; here they both were, trying to call each other's bluff.
But there would be no alchemy crackling to his command, not in this world, and the thought of swinging a weapon against this man left him cold in agony.
Archer smiled. "You are no longer the darling of the Military, Mustang. I am."
"He misses me," came the quiet whisper, a hope that maybe this madness would end, that maybe, maybe, he could be released, that he could go home.
"Damnit, brother," Alphonse managed, and Ed grinned at him. "I was only away for a week!"
The door opened, and all the energy Ed had been ready to put towards transmuting the door into a pile of sticks drained out of him through his feet.
When there was no answer, he tried again, but gave up after that. It wasn't like Ed would get eaten by a rabid saucepan, or something.
See him move, see him train, see him jump into that air and swing his leg in a complete arch before he lands heavily to the ground in a perfect execution of Sensei's teachings.
There is immortality deep within us that has nothing to do with corruptible flesh and earthly demise.
There were three ways to identify the Fullmetal Alchemist, wherever he went.
Edward doesn't come back the next night, or the next.
The blow cracked Ed's cheekbone, an audible noise in the quiet room, and he felt and tasted the blood that filled his mouth.
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"That's what you said last time. And the time before that. And," he added, dragging the feather upward with maddening slowness, "The time before that."
Roy had arched an eyebrow, cleared his throat. "Can I ask what it is about my hand that merits such an intense examination?"
"Up," said the demon, as the blinding force of a million suns illuminated its frame and set an evil light to its eyes.
He didn't know exactly what he found so captivating, seeing Edward like this, but he couldn't stop looking.
But Mustang would hold onto his control easily, manipulating the boy to lose more and more of his.
"So," said Ling. "I was thinking, perhaps my father can buy out Ed's contract."
His brother seemed to like it when the leather left marks, a residual token of ownership, even when the collar (by job-dictated necessity) had to be removed.
And then the Words were coming again, maddening addiction crawling straight down inside, making him itch, making him want.
He could imagine the words Fix typed as coming from his brother, and it afforded him a little bit of indulgence in his horrible, sinful, uncontrollable urges.
"Did God," Scar asked softly, "mean for us to die?"
It is somewhat odd that two brothers can be so different, yet so close.
After three years, two months, fourteen days and five hours of anticipation, Roy heard a knock at the door to his house.
This is what lovers do, thought Ed. They sacrifice for the other's pleasure.
Twenty-one days, and it all falls down.
Of course, the jar was really the professional female companionship fund; or, as Ed liked to sarcastically call it, the pussy kitty.
I've never regretted keeping you, Envy.
Not many people are close enough to his brother to have seen either of the first two with any sort of frequency.
I was talking with Al one day. And I was explaining how a long-term relationship is like a religion. They both have similar hallmarks...