scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: #07 - Icicles
Rating: PG13
Warning: Crossover pairing, fluff
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 764
Characters/Pairings: Kenshin Himura/Edward Elric
Summary: Edward gets flaily about the silliest things.

Author's Note: You know, he’s got a point about those who are hanging around the ‘Sou that he can’t see.

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scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Merry
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

It was still cool enough that the air conditioning did not need to be turned on - the windows were open and the clatter of dishware and the chatter of many different people floated through, carried on the cool night air. Kenshin smiled, leaning against the porch railing, and stared off into the night.

The strange thing was that this was comfortable, now. Certainly there were the lion’s share of fights to be broken up, Elrics were largely territorial beasts and having so many coexisting in the same environment was a case study waiting to happen. There was one thing for certain, life in the Kansaki Sou was never dull.

Laughter close by caught his attention, and Kenshin glanced over his shoulder. The front door banged noisily - they had to install a screen door to keep the dogs from roaming as they pleased - and it was Sariel, dragging his Roy by one hand and grinning widely. Kenshin watched with a smile as the two angels disappeared into the darkness, leaving a trail of feathers behind them.

“Ah, there you are,” Edward said as he popped his head out the door. Kenshin straightened and took the barest moment to be certain - before relaxing his posture. This was his Edward, he did not even need to check for the ring.

“Tell me you’re not looking for me in regards to clean-up duty,” Kenshin said, and Edward grinned. The light coming through the windows made his hair shine like the sun, even in the darkness outside.

“I’m sure you’ll be in turns relieved and horrified to know it’s the werewolf and the vampires,” Edward reported dutifully. Kenshin sighed, and Edward bumped his shoulder into Kenshin’s companionably. “Nice night,” he said, and Kenshin put his arm around Edward.

“Now it is.”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Deviation
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rise of the Guardians
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Edward was leaning back in the porch chair, his bare feet crossed on the railing and challenging steadily the Law of Gravity, trying to push his balancing act as far as it could go. It wasn’t quite dark yet, Roy was still asleep and Rian had skedaddled off to who-knows-where, running amuck with his erstwhile twin and the three musketeers.

He was bored as hell. That was probably good, all things considered - the first few months it was hard to be bored what with the hunters eyeing him and his kin as if they had giant red targets painted on their backs, but fortunately they were all concerned with their own business at current and left him well enough alone.

He sighed, and folded his arms behind his head, just in time to witness a kid with white hair land lightly on the railing beside his feet.

There were stranger occurrences to be had here, so that really didn’t faze him as much as it would have normally. The kid was looking around like he didn’t see Edward, so Edward nudged his leg with a bare foot. A shiver ran up his spine, touching the kid felt like a blast of the arctic. “Hey ,you looking for someone?"

He jumped like he was shot. Edward watched with some amusement as he leaped away along the railing, staring at Edward with bewilderment. "You can see me?"

"Duh.” Edward shifted. “Why, shouldn’t I?"

"Aren’t you an adult?” He was being peered at like a lab specimen, Edward didn’t care for that.

“Depends on who you ask.” He shrugged, not moving his arms from behind his head. “Question still stands, you looking for someone?"

"Yeah,” the kid said, straightening. “I’ll find him elsewhere."

Edward watched him disappear off the porch. "Suit yourself.”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Too Close to Home
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

“So,” Roy asked, standing in the doorway to the bedroom. “I have to admit, I am morbidly curious. How did I die?"

Edward jumped, his back had been to the door, sitting at the desk crowded against the wall near the closet. Rian must have left the door open when he left earlier, and Edward had been so lost in his book that he hadn’t noticed Mustang’s presence until he spoke. He turned sharply in his seat and glared over his reading glasses at the man, standing there so casually.

"That’s,” Edward seethed, and swallowed the words that bubbled up in his gut, nestling darkly there. “No. I don’t have to talk about that with you, that’s none of your business."

It had taken years, long years to bury that wound. It no longer festered, but it was never going to truly heal. And here he was confronted with not one, but two mirrors of the man he had loved so deeply … men who were already content with their own versions of himself.

This place did THINGS to people’s emotions, and he certainly did not like it one bit.

This Roy was one who shared a similar history with his own - not quite the same, but not as strikingly different as the vampire. Edward sighed and shoved his glasses up his nose, thinking dark thoughts about the military and finding somewhere in there the composure he had carefully cultured over the years.

"I’m sorry,” Mustang said after a moment. “I didn’t mean to dredge up old wounds.” He actually sounded genuine in his apology, and more unguarded than his Roy would have ever been.

“My past is none of your concern,” Edward said shortly. “I’ll thank you to stay out of my business, and keep to your own."
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Empty Bar
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Kenshin stood in front of the refrigerator in the basement and sighed. It was an older model, the one that once stood in the kitchen until Edward accidentally lit the ice maker on fire. (There had never been a satisfactory explanation as to why the ice maker had been lit on fire, or how, for that matter - but one thing Kenshin had learned was that when he heard Edward go “oops, oops, oh SHIT” he simply Did Not Want To Know.) The freezer portion may have been out of commission, but the actual fridge portion still worked, and they used that to store the booze.

Most of the time.

Right now, most of the long-neck bottles were gone, there was a mysterious, wrapped object nestled in the middle of the shelf and the remaining bottles of beer were crowded around it. The hard liquor in the door was untouched.

So now, the question remained - did Kenshin really want to know what that wrapped bundle was, and whose fault was it?

The majority of the residents didn’t drink much - the werewolf Ed, the angel Roy, and Rian’s Edward were the ones who often made the biggest dent in the reserves. The hunters, thankfully, kept to their own stash; the lot of them were functioning alcoholics and generally bad influences. Kenshin reasoned that they spent most of their grocery budget on beer, judging only by the recycling bin in the garage.

He sighed, and leaned his arm on the open door. He didn’t want to touch the bundle, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. It was the wrong size and shape to be a human head - he hadn’t forgiven Kennichi for that prank yet, either - but there was no telling WHAT it could be.
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Lullabye
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

“What are you humming?” Roy asked, and Edward started, surprised out of his reverie.

“Humming?” Edward repeated, nonplussed. They were in bed together, for the first time in a long while - Edward had been off doing THINGS, important THINGS that for some reason he felt he needed to keep from Roy. Roy didn’t so much mind anymore, he had gotten used to Edward’s quirks and besides, it wasn’t as if he never kept anything from Edward.

It was nice, just to lay together. Edward had a book, as he often did, and Roy lay on his side watching Edward read. It was a fun thing to do, as Edward was an active reader, his face contorted and he would occasionally read entire words or phrases with his mouth, trying the words without actually speaking them. It was adorable.

Tonight, however, it was a simple melody that Edward hummed, notes strung together almost haphazardly, the tune soft and almost motherly.

And Edward didn’t appear to notice that he was doing it at all.

Roy ran his fingers through Edward’s hair, tugging at the long ends. “You were humming to yourself,” he said, and then he started humming the tune right back.

“Oh,” Edward said, a faint blush pink on his nose. “That’s, uh, that’s a lullaby my mother used to sing when she was putting Alphonse down.” He scratched his nose with a finger, and looked embarrassed.

“That’s lovely,” Roy said. Edward looked surprised at his response, and looked away.

“Thought you were gonna make fun of me,” he said gruffly, and Roy laid his head on his arms, watching Edward still. “Al had trouble sleeping after mom died, so I had to sing it to him to calm him when we slept together on the floor in dad’s study.”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: In the Red
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Roy’s fangs on his neck were delicate, a strange feeling as he traced the skin down to the best possible location. The sensation of those needle-sharp teeth on his bared neck made Edward shudder, and he couldn’t help the noise that escaped when Roy finally bit him.

He couldn’t move his head, it was held firm by one of Roy’s hands, tight in his hair; but he really didn’t want to. That intoxicating warm feeling as Roy drank, there was no pain except for that brief flare of the initial bite, nothing but warmth and sensation and lust.

They didn’t do this as often here, Roy had an entire fridge full of fresh blood bags he and Rian could both feast on. There was not a need for fresh blood, but werewolf blood tickled the senses of a vampire like no other. Edward licked his lips and swallowed, as Roy lifted his head, mouth stained with Edward’s own blood.

There was a clatter, and Roy looked up sharply. Edward turned his head slowly, a little drowsy from the blood loss, and got to witness one of the other Edwards standing stock-still in the hallway, flushed solid red. Edward had left the door open.

Roy grinned wickedly, his eyes turned gold by Edward’s blood. He held out his hand to the doorway, and practically purred. “You can join us, if you’d like."

After a long moment, the Edward in the hallway gave up and fled, leaving his dishes overturned on the floor. Roy laughed, hearty and free, and Edward poked him.

"That was mean,” he scolded, and Roy captured his hand and kissed the palm, leaving a smear of blood behind.

“I would,” he murmured against Edward’s hand. “Drink his blood, if he accepted."

"I know,” Edward said, and kissed him.
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Too Blurry
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

“I do not,” Edward repeated, as Rian adjusted the frames on his face, “need GLASSES."

Rian ignored him, adjusting the frames again and brushing his fingers through Edward’s bangs. "I think they look fine,” he said. “You’re always squinting at things, probably ‘cause you read all the time in crappy lighting. This’ll help!"

Edward glared up at Rian over the frames, and Rian smiled cheerfully. "They look good on you, promise."

"I look like a librarian,” Edward declared, and crossed his arms to pout.

“Are you - are you seriously pouting?” Rian put his hands on Edward’s shoulders, and knocked his forehead into Edward’s. “How are you older than me, again?"

Before Rian could pull away, Edward captured his jaw with his hand, and kissed him. Rian jerked, a little surprised, but Edward had him, and after a second he relaxed. When they parted, Rian had flushed red, and Edward grinned lazily. "That’s how,” he murmured, and Rian shoved him.

Edward flopped back on the bed and laughed. Rian rolled his eyes, still flushed red, and snapped shut the case the glasses came in. “Just try them?” he suggested. “I’m sure they’ll help."

"I can see fine,” Edward complained. “This is just because you like me in glasses, isn’t it."

Rian climbed on the bed next to him. "I dunno, I think the librarian look is sexy,” he teased, and Edward’s eyebrows went up. “We should put your hair up in a bun, get you a blouse and a skirt-"

"Hold on a second,” Edward said.

“I wonder how you’d look in heels,” Rian mused, sitting back on his knees.

“I didn’t agree to that,” Edward said. “You have to listen to me, I outrank you."

Rian straddled Edward, his hands spread on Edward’s chest. "I bet you’d look hot.”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title:
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

One of the benefits of the master bedroom meant that it got the full brunt of the morning sun. Filtered through the glass and the messily-closed blinds, it created a slow-bake environment until the two bodies sprawled across the bed finally started to stir. Edward woke first, burrowed half under Kenshin, his automail arm tucked under his chest and his head nestled securely against Kenshin’s throat.

He inhaled, sighed, and closed his eyes. Even despite the stifling warmth, he did not want to move. But soon Kenshin would wake - if he had not already - and they would clamber out of bed and shower and get on with their day.

These few moments, though - they were absolute bliss. Safety and security and comfort; things that he had never presumed he would be allowed to have. And yet, he kept moving forward, toward a truth that would cleave him from the same comfort he took solace in.

It was too early to think melancholy thoughts like that. Edward yawned, and started to move, pushing himself upright with both hands. Kenshin’s hand shot out, grabbed his flesh arm by the wrist, and yanked him back down, face-first into the pillows.

He huffed into the pillow. “I knew you were awake,” he muttered, and Kenshin shoved him in the flesh shoulder.

“You’re gloomy,” Kenshin said, his voice thick with sleep. “I don’t like it when you’re gloomy."

"I’m not gloomy,” Edward rolled up onto his side and fought the terror in his gut at the thought that Kenshin already knew. “I just woke up."

Kenshin captured Edward’s hand - his real, flesh hand - and pulled it toward him, kissing the knuckles. Edward flushed from hairline on down, and Kenshin smiled at him. "You are a horrible liar,” he said softly.
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?”

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