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Title: #11 - Under the Mistletoe
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count: 1395
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric
Summary: An unexpected visitor.

Author’s Notes: I don’t feel the same way Ed does about the implied Elricest.

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scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: #12 - Gingerbread
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff, crossover
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
Word Count: 1129
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric
Summary: It's ED'S kitchen, damn it.

Author's Notes: Twelve days of Ficmas: start! (Here's to hoping I get all twelve done.)



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scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Paper Bag
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Musebox
Word Count: 300

Edward - the werewolf Ed, he was almost a full head taller than Kenshin’s own, and had no automail - was pulling things out of the refrigerator, sniffing them, and making the most interesting faces.

“If it’s not good, don’t put it back in the fridge,” Kenshin said as he washed the dishes that wouldn’t fit in the dishwasher. “Pitch it."

Edward pulled a bag of leftovers from some restaurant excursion and opened it, and then held it far from his face. "Is there anything in here that isn’t a science experiment of some kind?"

"I haven’t been to the grocer this weekend, so doubtful.” Kenshin put the plates he had rinsed in the strainer, and glanced over his shoulder at Edward. “Don’t put that back."

Edward slumped forward and groaned. "There isn’t even any beer, what the hell? How am I supposed to survive on rotten chicken and-” he poked at an opaque pitcher, and then lifted the lid. “Why is there a pitcher of straight vodka?"

"Why are you asking me questions that I don’t know the answer to?"

"I thought you were the boss around here.” Edward gave up and closed the door to the fridge. “Fuck it, I’m ordering a pizza. Maybe I can bribe the driver to pick up some beer on his way."

"Good luck with that, I can’t think of a single place that’ll deliver here any longer.” Kenshin nodded to the old, yellowed papers pinned to the freezer door with magnets. “People get excitable, pizza delivery people get traumatized, somehow we don’t get arrested."

"People get excitable?” Edward repeated, and then sighed. “There’s a dragon on the roof, yeah. Okay, I can see people getting excitable about that."

"Among other things,” Kenshin murmured. “Would you please put that stuff in the trash?”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Not Yet Alone
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshhin
AU: Musebox
Word Count: 300

Kennichi Himura trotted along the edge of the lake, the sunlight shimmering off the surface. He was far from the ‘Sou, back here deep in the woods, and it was peaceful. He crouched at the edge of the water, and looked out over the lake.

This was part of his territory - he had claimed out all the land around the 'Sou years ago. There were plenty of wolves in these woods, but they were real wolves, not interested in infringing on the territory of a werewolf. He exhaled, and scratched a hand through his shaggy red hair.

Things were weirdly tense at home. It wasn’t unusual for there to be spats between people - it had taken a good, long time for the Winchesters to warm up to the fact that there was a werewolf on-grounds that they weren’t permitted to hunt, for instance - but the general atmosphere had soured.

There was a whoop from somewhere above, and a shouted “INCOMING~” before a large white streak cannonball’d into the lake from above. Kennichi leaped to his feet as Sariel surfaced, way far out from shore.

The blond angel waved toward Kennichi. “Yo, 'nichi, is that you? Thought I recognized your pasty white ass!"

Kennichi dropped into a crouch, his ears as dark red as his hair. When he shifted back from wolf form he was naked, and usually there wasn’t anyone around to see him. "What the hell are you doing, birdboy?” he yelled back.

“Swimming, what does it-” Abruptly, Sariel’s head went under. Kennichi waited patiently, but he did not resurface. Concerned, Kennichi rose to his feet to get a better view, and then Sariel’s head broke water far closer to shore. “FUCK, I forgot the automail weighs a ton in water,” he spat water. “What’s up?”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Chasm
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Musebox
Word Count: 300

It was not unusual for there to be a low level of background noise at the ‘Sou - so this particular din didn’t usually warrant any extra attention given. However, Edward had been trying to take a nap on the couch, and with the windows open given the nice spring day, the row happening outside was infringing on his ability to sleep.

It was usually up to Kenshin to play peacemaker, mostly because Edward had no patience with his other selves and was more likely to resort to handing out punches like Halloween candy. However, Kenshin was not in the vicinity, and Edward wasn’t about to go tattle. He’d resolve this himself.

He opened the front door, to be greeted by two fully-grown wolves snarling, and Sariel - the Ed with wings, the second arrival here - hovering just out of reach.

Edward surveyed the situation, and then closed the front door.

There were things he would get involved in - but when the werewolves and the angels started trading blows, he excused himself from the conflict. Some of these dorks were immortal - he was definitely NOT.

“What’s the ruckus?” Kenshin was coming down the stairs, a laundry basket propped up against his hip.

“Sariel’s taunting the werewolves,” Edward dutifully reported, as from out on the lawn there came a loud yelp, followed by a whine.

Kenshin sighed, and Edward helpfully opened the door to the basement for him. “They’re fighting AGAIN? What is it about spring that makes everyone want to express their dominance?"

"Mating season,” Edward muttered.

“We’re human, Ed,” Kenshin called as he disappeared into the basement.

“Speak for yourself,” Roy Mustang, who had been standing in the doorway to the kitchen, said. Edward jumped a mile, and then glared at the angel.

“Who asked you?”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Late Bloomer
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Roy sat on the raised porch that was high enough his bare feet dangled. Edward had bounded straight out of the cabin after breakfast, wearing nothing but the shorts he slept in, exuding energy like an excited puppy. The sun was up earlier and earlier every morning, and with the way the cabin faced the early morning sunshine hit the clearing dead on.

Edward stopped suddenly in the middle of the cleared area. The grass was allowed to grow, but their frequent passage made it no higher than his knee. He lifted his face to the sun, the light shimmering off his automail shoulder, and he stretched his arms out before him.

His wings grew from his shoulder blades, and there was an explosion of feathers into the humid morning air. Trapped within the confines of the cabin Roy forgot how large and brilliant those white wings were, shimmering in the sunlight. Edward stretched his wings to their fullest span, and Roy smiled. Edward looked glorious.

The earthborne angel glanced back at Roy, dropping his hands to his sides. “You coming?” he asked, and cocked his head.

Roy shook his head. “You go,” he said. He wouldn’t admit that he was terrified of his wings. Edward had embraced his new station in life, he did not seem to know fear. Roy, on the other hand….

Edward trotted back toward the cabin, his wings trailing loose behind him. “You’re coming,” he insisted, and before Roy could object Edward grabbed both of his hands and yanked him to his feet. Edward’s stubborn face, with his brow furrowed and mouth turned down, it made Roy smile despite himself.

“All right,” Roy sighed, and Edward grinned, tugging at Roy’s shirt with both hands. Watching Edward made his shoulders itch too. “Let’s go, shall we?”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: The Heights
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

The train stations were busier than what Edward remembered, from his years of traveling constantly with his little brother by his side. It was easier to blend in to the heavy crowds when it was just himself, and even wearing a hooded traveling cloak very few people even acknowledged him.

It was a small bit of magic - hell, Edward hated that thought, angel magic made his skin crawl but it could certainly be useful upon occasion. Especially if said occasion was to ensure that as few people remembered his passage as possible.

Not that he had much to worry about, but it was an added layer of precaution.

It had been a long and fruitless search. He had parted ways with Tiel almost two years ago - there was much to be done in the Aetheric Realm and this quest was his alone. The world was a huge place, it didn’t surprise Edward that Roy did not stay in one place for any length of time.

The problem, was that it had made Mustang nearly impossible to find.

Edward was exhausted with the hunt. He had combed the country over - twice! - and came to the frightening realization that perhaps Roy hadn’t stayed within the country’s borders - he could literally be, anywhere. Edward hadn’t set foot outside of Amestris but a handful of times his entire life … if he thought trying to find a needle in a haystack was hard, he hadn’t realized that he was looking at a full field of stacks, not just a single one.

He had to keep at it though. Somewhere out there, Roy was waiting for him. And someday, eventually, he would find him.

The screech of the train’s whistle drew Edward’s attention, and just for a moment, he smiled.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Consuming
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Edward packing away food like it was going out of style was really, nothing new. Roy sat at his kitchen table and watched, somewhat amused, as Edward demolished a full breakfast like he hadn’t eaten in a week. There had been some thought given to the fact that while his brother was trapped in the armor that Edward was essentially eating for two, sustaining Alphonse’s life with his own metabolic energy - but it had been months since Alphonse was restored, and Edward’s appetite had not diminished in the slightest.

(Perhaps it was the automail, then, that made him eat like a starving wolf cub? There was no tactful way to ask, so Roy just observed.)

It was good to see Edward again, no matter what the circumstances. He had been under house arrest for weeks, supposedly under doctor’s orders and not the military’s, but Roy knew what was really going on, even if no one would tell him to his face. Even the Lieutenant had been mysteriously silent on the subject, perhaps withholding information while he simply healed up. There was a court martial in his future, and likely worse - but those were all things he didn’t need to dwell on. Right now he had a bright, blond, source of light in his life and he should enjoy these precious few moments before they were gone forever.

Edward looked up at him, eyeing Roy suspiciously. His arm had closed over his plate, as if he thought Roy would risk life and limb to removed a plate full of food from within Edward’s grasp before he was finished with it. Roy smiled, and Edward looked down at his food, disarmed.

“Why are you here, Fullmetal?” The old military title, a safe fallback. Edward did not lift his head again.
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Just Walked By
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Edward sat fearlessly on the ledge, his red-soled boots dangling off of the drop as if it were nothing. It was nice and quiet up here, the busy hustle and bustle of the crowded street below was muffled by the distance; up here Edward had the company of birds.

It was an excellent place to go to think. He leaned back, his hands gripping the other end of the ledge, and looked to the blue spring sky. Up here, no one could hear him talk to himself - if the birds that strutted on the ledge around him even cared, they showed no indication of it.

Not that he had heard anything in days. It was almost amusing, how quickly he had gotten used to sharing himself with the quiet voice in his head, but the absence was not all that unsettling. Sariel came and went as he pleased; being incorporeal meant that he would drift in and out as he conducted his silent search of the city. Edward thought he was being silly - there was no way that the demons were basing themselves out Central, not now, at least - but Sariel seemed to think otherwise.

It wasn’t Edward’s legwork to do. He exhaled, and enjoyed the view. He was staying at Roy’s - hell, he thought of Mustang as ROY now, how weird was that - Alphonse was safe and out of the line of fire, and soon he would be done with this angel business and he could get on with having a nice, normal, mundane life.

(Perhaps even with Roy.)

Hell, he couldn’t think things like that in public, he had a reputation to uphold. Even if no one could see him blush from where he was perched. Edward scratched his nose and leaned forward.

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