scriveyner: (Default)
Title: Wall
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 309

All the breath left Edward’s lungs as Roy slammed him back against the wall. It was such a violent, hard movement but then Roy’s mouth was covering his, and his breathlessness took on another tone entirely. Edward grabbed Roy’s shirt in both hands, head tilted up defiantly to meet Roy’s, the fire in his eyes unquenchable. 

Sometimes - sometimes, Roy got like this. Edward had been gone for a few days - a hunting trip, as it were. Keeping Breeds in line could be a difficult task, and the last thing that Edward wanted was to drag Roy into the line of fire like that. There was already quite a stigma surrounding them, after all. Vampires and werewolves simply did NOT shack up, it wasn’t done. 

(There was a bit of irony therein that Edward enjoyed; no one cared that they were both men, but two different Breeds? Sacrilege!) 

Roy’s lips traced down to Edward’s neck, hot breath on his skin, and Edward tilted his head aside to allow him access. Roy’s fangs were delicate on his skin, pinpricks and then a sudden flare of pain that receded quickly as Roy bit him. 

Edward hiked his leg over Roy’s, arching and pulling him closer as the vampire fed on him. The feeling was intoxicating, this strange and pleasant warmth that pulsated from their point of connection. He knew in his heart that he should be feeling the effects, growing weaker as he was drained of blood, but in this moment it was dizzying. When Roy finally lifted his head, Edward’s blood on his lips, Edward was flush with exhilaration, and hard with need. Roy ran his hand over the crotch of Edward’s jeans, now far too tight, and Edward grabbed Roy by the neck, dragging him down into another kiss.
scriveyner: (Ed/Roy - Smut)
Title: #8 - Lights
Rating: R
Warning: Smuttish
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 803
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric/Rian Martin
Summary: This is why Ed isn't allowed to help decorate.

Author's Note: Hehehehe threesome pre-smuttish with two vampires and a werewolf. Sorry not sorry.

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scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Heretic
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 300

“Do you ever miss it?” Alphonse asked, sliding onto a stool beside Edward at the bar. His words and tone cut cleanly through the hectic background noise, and Edward raised his head, looking at his younger brother evenly.

Without clarifying, he knew immediately what Alphonse meant. “Not a bit,” he said evenly, meeting Alphonse’s eyes.

Alphonse laughed quietly. “You’re a horrible liar, brother,” he said, resting his hands on the bar. “You always have been.” He studied his own hands for a long moment, before flagging down the bartender to order a drink.

Edward was tense beside him, sitting slightly hunched. He had his elbows in and was watching Alphonse levelly, assessing for any threat. Alphonse couldn’t blame him, not really - the last time they had met, the ensuing brawl had cleared the bar in under a minute. Alphonse was the better fighter, always had been.

“I’m not here to fight,” Alphonse said quietly. Edward snorted and looked down to his glass.

“Are you here to take me back?"

"I was,” Alphonse put cash on the bar as the bartender dropped a drink before him. “But you are just as much trouble as I remember, brother.” He sighed. “And now I’m not so sure that you were wrong to leave."

"You should go back,” Edward said “If you stay, they’ll come after you too. Say I poisoned your mind, or some other such bullshit."

"That’s not entirely false, though,” Alphonse said thoughtfully.

Edward smiled slightly and lifted his head. “I’ve missed you, Al,” he said, and leaned over to bump his brother’s shoulder with his own. “Welcome to exile."

Alphonse chuckled a little at the thought. "So, what happens now?"

His brother tilted the beer bottle back, draining its contents completely. "That, I think, is entirely up to you.”
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Oh No
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 300

It was nearly dawn, the first hints of day brushing the far horizon. Roy stood on the ledge of the building, his hands in the pockets of his long coat as he looked out across the rooftops. Pre-dawn was the most peaceful time of the night; all the late night revelers had dispersed, and only the very, very early risers were beginning to go about their business. The city was not silent, but muted.

Edward trotted up behind Roy and slung himself over the ledge into a seated position, legs dangling out over the five-story drop as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “Slow night,” Edward reported, leaning back on one hand and scratching his chest with the other. He wrinkled his nose and glanced at Roy. “You stink of blood, Mustang. You haven’t been feeding again, have you?"

There was no surreptitious way for Roy to check to make sure that blood was not streaked around his mouth, so he looked away. Edward sighed heavily as Roy glanced down the street. "Roy, you can’t go feeding off of people, I thought we had an understanding."

"I haven’t killed anyone,” Roy said softly. “I was just … hungry."

"If you’re hungry and you need fresh, you come to me.” Roy sensed Edward standing up and glanced back over at him. Edward was close, he touched Roy’s face with one bare hand and Roy sighed, the warmth of Edward’s flesh comforting. “Don’t backslide, please,” Edward’s voice was soft, almost lost in the wind. “I can’t lose you."

Roy turned his face into Edward’s hand; he could smell the blood through his flesh, pulsing warm in his wrist. He bit Edward’s wrist before he realized what he was doing and looked up to see Edward smile brokenly as he fed.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Wither
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 300

Alphonse Elric did not like the city, and never understood why his brother preferred to call the dirty streets his home. The place stank, of pollution and people and thousands of other Breeds.

It was never hard to find Edward - he made no secret of his address, a dilapidated apartment complex in the worst part of town. The place stank of vampires though, and Alphonse avoided it if at all possible.

He and his brother had lived separate for many years - but Alphonse used to believe that he understood Edward, he knew what went on in that twisted little mind of his. They had been on the same wavelength for so long, even when apart … and now, so suddenly, his brother seemed like an entirely different person. He had made his bed with vampires, of all things - and knowing Edward, he probably even let them FEED on him. Alphonse shuddered at the thought.

However, this was one time that he could NOT avoid the apartment. Alphonse didn’t climb the stairs, he sulked around on the ground floor. Even from here he could smell them, the vampires, and the scent made him ill. They smelled of blood and death, sickeningly-sweet, a scent mostly beyond mortal comprehension. It didn’t seem like Edward was home, so if he hung around down here the chances were good he could intercept his brother before he got the vampires involved.

The last thing Alphonse wanted was vampires in werewolf business.

But Edward did not seem like he was coming home any time soon, and Alphonse did not want to be camping an apartment on this side of town after the sun set. It was not that he was afraid of the people around him, but he would rather avoid getting shot again.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: It's Tradition
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 300

“No,” Roy said, his face buried in the pillow. Edward stood at the foot of the bed, hands on his hips and a grin on his face.

“I will open the curtains,” Edward threatened cheerfully. “It’s not THAT bright out, or anything."

Roy made a noise that sounded like a groan into the pillow, and Rian lifted his head. Roy had had his arm thrown over the smaller vampire, keeping him held close and safe. "You open those blinds and I’ll kill you,” Rian said seriously.

Edward rolled his eyes. “Both of you, up. Sun is going down, a little bit of daylight won’t kill you - don’t roll your eyes at me, Rian, I’ve seen you frolicking in the sunlight before."

"Frolicking?” Roy murmured, and Rian ducked his head, clearly embarrassed.

“Yes, frolicking.” Edward emphasized the word. “We had a lot of fun in the park didn’t we?"

"Yeah, I wasn’t the one chasing after Frisbees and tennis balls,” Rian said. “Or smelling other dog’s butts."

"Hey,” Edward said, insulted, as Roy turned slowly to look at Edward. “I’m not a dog."

"You were sticking your nose in DOG butts?” Roy sounded incredulous.

“Ah, whatever, if I have to explain it you definitely wouldn’t understand,” Edward said. “You two have five minutes to be out of bed before the sun lamp comes on."

Rian looked at Roy, who had dropped his head back to the pillow. "He has a sun lamp?"

"He doesn’t have a sun lamp,” Roy said. “Go back to sleep."

Edward stuck his head back in the room. "Four minutes,” he said cheerfully.

“I hate the spring,” Roy said into his pillow. “I hate that he’s like this. I think we should ship him off to Siberia and wait for him to find his way home.”
scriveyner: (Default)
Title: Wet Paper
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 300

Winry sighed mournfully as she fished the old book from the river. It was just her luck that she had been headed out when she saw the faint glow emanating from beneath the bridge. Carefully, she used the tree branch to drop the old, hardbound book to the ground beside her, where it landed with a wet plop.

The book was hardbound, and even waterlogged the cover still held its shape. The murky river water had worn away most of the gilding though, all that was left was a faintly ominous brown. The book looked fairly plain, for what it was - if she couldn’t see the faint pulsing red glow, she would have foolishly touched it with her bare hands. The red aura it gave out to those who could see it was a huge warning flag that this book had been touched by dark magic.

It wasn’t any of her business. She could have ignored the book and moved on, she was supposed to be meeting Edward the club in an hour - but what the hell kind of good witch was she supposed to be if she let a dark magic artifact just go floating off down the river?

The only gloves she had on her were her nice leather gloves, and she muttered under her breath sullenly. Once she touched the book the gloves would be sullied. Not to the point that the dark magic they would absorb would be dangerous to any non-magic user, but she would have to dispose of them all the same. Well, if she was going to fuck up her gloves, she might as well at least take a look at the book that was causing all her trouble first.

Crouched on the riverbank, Winry Rockbell carefully opened the dangerous book.
scriveyner: (Default)
Title: wall
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 300

All the breath left Edward’s lungs as Roy slammed him back against the wall. It was such a violent, hard movement but then Roy’s mouth was covering his, and his breathlessness took on another tone entirely. Edward grabbed Roy’s shirt in both hands, head tilted up defiantly to meet Roy’s, the fire in his eyes unquenchable.

Sometimes - sometimes, Roy got like this. Edward had been gone for a few days - a hunting trip, as it were. Keeping Breeds in line could be a difficult task, and the last thing that Edward wanted was to drag Roy into the line of fire like that. There was already quite a stigma surrounding them, after all. Vampires and werewolves simply did NOT shack up, it wasn’t done.

(There was a bit of irony therein that Edward enjoyed; no one cared that they were both men, but two different Breeds? Sacrilege!)

Roy’s lips traced down to Edward’s neck, hot breath on his skin, and Edward tilted his head aside to allow him access. Roy’s fangs were delicate on his skin, pinpricks and then a sudden flare of pain that receded quickly as Roy bit him.

Edward hiked his leg over Roy’s, arching and pulling him closer as the vampire fed on him. The feeling was intoxicating, this strange and pleasant warmth that pulsated from their point of connection. He knew in his heart that he should be feeling the effects, growing weaker as he was drained of blood, but in this moment it was dizzying. When Roy finally lifted his head, Edward’s blood on his lips, Edward was flush with exhilaration, and hard with need. Roy ran his hand over the crotch of Edward’s jeans, now far too tight, and Edward grabbed Roy by the neck, dragging him down into another kiss.
scriveyner: (Default)
Title: I Can't Even
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 313

Winry looked Edward up and down. “I’m sure that there’s a good reason why you’re naked, and I’m really sure that I don’t want to hear what it is.” 

Edward had been stopped mid-yawn as he walked through into the kitchen. He stared at Winry, confused. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

She cocked her head, staring at him. “Ed, put on pants or something, please.” 

"Roy doesn’t care that I’m naked," Edward said defensively, scratching a hand through his hair. He half turned and yelled back in the direction of the bedroom. "Mustang! Did you give the witch a key?" He looked back at Winry and frowned. "How did you get IN here, we have wards." 

"I let her in," Rian said, shoving at Edward with a hand as he squeezed through into the kitchen. Rian hesitated, and looked at Edward. "You’re naked, Ed." 

"NO SHIT," Edward yelled. 

"What on earth is going on in here," Roy said muzzily, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He rested his hand on Edward’s shoulder and peered at Winry. "Miss Rockbell, you’ve invaded our kitchen. Again." 

She pointed at Edward. “Tell your wolf boy-toy to put on some pants or pull on some fur, because he’s dangling in the breeze and it’s really distracting.” 

"Ed," Roy said gently, and Edward heaved a very large and disgruntled sigh. 

"Not even in my own home," Edward muttered, as he shifted. Within seconds a large golden wolf sat forlornly on the floor, his ears back and expression guarded. 

"Better?" Roy asked. Winry nodded her head, clearly satisfied. "All right, that still begs the question why we’ve been invaded when there were clearly wards put up to keep everyone else out." Roy glanced at Rian, who did not look the slightest bit repentant. Rian shrugged.
 
scriveyner: (Default)
Title: On Fire
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 311

Winry Rockbell did not lift her head as the bell jingled above the door. “No vampires in the store,” she said, flipping a page of the grimoire she was studying. This did not dissuade her visitor, who folded his arms over the top of the glass cabinet and stared at Winry. She rolled her eyes and lifted her head, taking her glasses off. “Yes, that means you too, Rian.” 

Rian Martin puffed air through his cheeks, looking more than slightly ridiculous. “You like me, though.” 

"I have a sign," Winry pointed at the door. She closed her grimoire though, and shook her head. "What are you doing here?" 

"Looking for Ed," Rian ran a hand through his hair. "Roy would’ve been by, but he’s scared of you." 

"As well he should be," Winry muttered. "I haven’t seen Ed though, not in a week or two. He only turns up when he wants something." She eyed Rian, and he grinned sheepishly. "A trait that he has apparently passed on." 

"Hey, I’d turn up more if you didn’t have a racist sign in your window." 

Winry’s eyes darkened menacingly. “Don’t talk to me of racism, fangboy. Come back when your entire family has been systematically hunted down and burned at the stake simply because of accusations by, oh, a VAMPIRE.” She slid off her stool and stalked off toward the back, blond ponytail flipping sharply with the movement. She stopped and turned, pointing a finger at Rian. “And if you say ‘all vampires aren’t like that!’ I’m going to cast a silencing spell on you that will last a MONTH.” 

Rian pouted. “I thought you liked me!” 

"I do, that’s the only reason you haven’t been thrown out on your ass." Winry tossed a bundle on the counter. "Here. This will help."
scriveyner: (Default)
Title: Draw a Circle
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 309

"I look like a tool," Edward said, and his voice had slid into the range of whining. He tugged forlornly at the buttoned collar of his dress shirt, two fingers hooked behind the tie. Roy rolled his eyes and pulled at Edward’s wrist, making him stand straight while Roy made final adjustments. “I should be reconnoitering on his trip, you should take Rian, I look like-“ 

"Hot damn," Rian said, sticking his head around the door. "Ed cleans up nice!" 

Edward glowered daggers at the teenager, but Roy smiled. He dusted off Edward’s shoulder, pulling some shed hair from the dark material. “I agree,” Roy said. “You can hardly tell that I had to hold him down and make him shave this morning.” 

Rian was wearing dark clothes, a pair of Edward’s favorite black pants that were too large for his slight frame, and a dark hooded sweatshirt. “Thinking about a balaclava, or do you think that would be too much?” 

"Definitely too much," Edward said. "Unless you want to advertise that we’re playing spies and snipers." 

Roy rolled his eyes. “We’re not sniping anything, unless you count whatever it is you do to buffets,” he pointed out. He looked Edward up and down and smirked. “But I have to admit, you DO clean up well.” 

"Shut up," Edward said. "Shut up, or I’m figuring out a way for me to take Rian and leave you out in the cold for seven hours."

"You’re sweet," Roy ruffled Rian’s dark hair as he passed, and Rian tried to duck away. "You also can’t get into this function without me, or do you really want to see what happens to werewolves when they gate-crash a high-profile vampire function?" 

Edward crossed his arms. “As I recall, this was YOUR idea, not mine, Mustang.”
scriveyner: (Default)
Title: Cold Feet
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Word Count: 307

The knock came at the door in that twilight transition between day and night, when the last of the sun’s rays painted the tops of buildings with burnished gold. Roy Mustang groaned, his arm thrown over his eyes as the blackout curtains in the bedroom had been shifted somewhat, and even the thought of opening his eyes to daylight had started a pressure headache in his temples. 

He rolled over instead, and kicked Edward Elric in the back of the leg. “Get up,” Roy mumbled. “Someone’s at the door.” 

Edward was usually a heavy sleeper, when he did choose to sleep. There was something about his physiology that meant he did not have to sleep nearly as often as Roy did - daylight was not anathema to werewolves as it was to vampires, after all. However, when he was out, he was OUT. “Ed!” 

Edward pulled the comforter up over his head. “‘s cold,” he muttered into his pillow. “Your feet are like blocks of ice it’s fucking April, Mustang-“ 

The knocking came again, harder this time. “Are you going to go see what that is about?” Roy hissed. “Or am I going to go have an early breakfast?” 

Sleep-tousled blond hair made an appearance, as muzzy amber eyes emerged from under the blanket. “You wouldn’t.” 

"I’m hungry." 

"You are not, you wouldn’t go eat innocent people, I know you better than that." It had worked though, because now Edward was clearly awake, and sitting up slowly in bed. Roy could not keep the smile off his face as the blankets slid down Edward’s half-naked form. He reached over, putting one hand on Edward’s bare belly, intending to pull the werewolf closer to him. Instead, Edward recoiled as if he had been burned. 

"Gah! Your hands are like ice too!"
 
scriveyner: (Default)

Title: Food
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Nightbreed
Pairing: Roy/Ed/Rian
Rating:
 T+
Word Count:
154

Summary: Daily Fic 2013
 

Edward Elric stood in front of the open refrigerator, his arms crossed and a deep scowl on his face. The fridge was mostly empty, just a handful of bottles, half a package of sliced cheese, and a jar of pickles.

(He still wasn’t quite sure where the jar of pickles came from, he didn’t eat pickles, and Roy so rarely ate to begin with. Edward was beginning to suspect that the apartment came with it.)

There was nothing to it, he was going to have to make a grocery run. Especially now that Rian had apparently discovered how great everything tasted on a vampire’s enhanced senses. The brat didn’t even NEED to eat, and he ate all of Edward’s food.

And drank all of his beer.

Edward narrowed his eyes at the fridge, and then slammed the door shut. He was going to have some WORDS with that boy. 

scriveyner: (Default)
Title: Shallow Grave
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Series: Nightbreed
Pairing: Roy/Ed/Rian
Rating: T+
Word Count: 302

Summary: Daily Prompt Fic

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scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Seductive Danger
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Series: Nightbreed
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T+
Word Count: 394

Summary: Daily Prompt Fic

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scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Ignored Instinct
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Series: Nightbreed
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T+
Word Count: 587

Summary: A surprising find.

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scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Harsh Reality
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Series: Nightbreed
Pairing: Roy/Ed/Rian
Rating: T+
Word Count: 590

Summary: Ed has a long history with the faeries...

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scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Dragons in the Shadows
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Series: Nightbreed
Pairing: Roy/Ed/Rian
Rating: T+
Word Count: 456

Summary: Daily Fic Prompt

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