scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: #6 - Christmas Tree
Rating: PG
Warning: Fusion fic, holiday stuff
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Word Count: 832
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Kaoru Kamiya, Alphonse Elric/Mei Chang, Rian Martin
Summary: Holidays in the bunker are kinda special.

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scriveyner: (Default)
Title: #9 - Presents
Rating: PG
Warning: Fluff. OC.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse’verse
Word Count: 568
Characters/Pairings: Edward Elric/Rian Martin, Alphonse Elric/Winry Rockbell
Summary: Yuletide morning wake-up call.

Author’s Notes: I didn’t realize the exact same AU got the exact same prompt, aha.

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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: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: Not Good Enough
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

“Are you KIDDING me,” Alphonse Elric said, and slammed a book down on Edward’s desk. Edward woke suddenly, jerking upright and looking around wildly before focusing on the irate form of his younger brother. Alphonse had crossed his arms, irritation evident as he watched Edward flounder towards comprehension. “Brother, are you trying to give me grey hair? Thomas does that on his own, he doesn’t need your help!"

Edward scrubbed his left hand over his face. "Al,” he said. “What - what the fuck are you doing here, do not tell me you took the train just to yell at me in person-"

"I have briefings all week in Central.” Thankfully, Alphonse’s voice had returned to a more neutral tone, because Edward still didn’t have any idea why he was being yelled at. “I told you about this last month, anyway-” the darkness scrolled over his face again. “Do you recall Lieutenant Colonel Hayes?"

Edward thought about this. He winced internally, and then offered up a weak ”…no?“

He may have gotten a whole lot better about not telegraphing his emotions, but Alphonse could read him like a book. He arched an eyebrow at Edward, and Edward winced again. "What happened?"

"We knew Hayes was a spy from Aeruga,” Alphonse said, mock-patiently. “He was planted somewhere safe where we could watch him. You, however, managed to get him reassigned, which rather makes this orchestration difficult."

"Well, how was I supposed to know he was important?” Edward asked angrily. “You won’t read me in on most of your schemes. You’ll tell Rian what you are up to, but not me."

"I thought it was a better idea to have you in the know, but the last time we did that you ended up showboating to stop an assassination attempt.” Alphonse scowled.
scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: Bad Haircut
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

“It’s not that bad,” Edward said, combing his fingers through his bangs distractedly. “It’s not really THAT bad, is it?"

There was silence from the peanut gallery, that was never a good sign. Edward tugged at his bangs again, and looked over to Rian, who had somehow managed to perfect a disturbingly familiar poker face in the last twenty minutes. "Rian, help me out here!"

Alphonse ran his hand down his face, lingering over his mouth. "Brother,” he said with a sigh. “Did you do that to yourself? Why would you do that-?"

Edward’s look turned plaintive. "It is. It is that bad. Oh, hell, I have to go into work like this-"

Winry gave up all semblance of composure and folded over herself, howling with laughter. This startled Alphonse slightly, who glanced at her, bewildered, looked to Edward - who had gone to the mirror hanging in the hallway and was trying to twist around enough to see the back of his head - and then passed his glance over to Rian. "What?” he asked, befuddled. “I mean, it’s funny, it looks like Sarah took her scissors to him while he slept on the couch or something…."

Rian raised one eyebrow, the grin barely contained on his face. Alphonse sat back and groaned, and then looked over at Winry, who was still cackling. "Please tell me you didn’t encourage this."

"I told her,” Winry wiped tears from her eyes. “I told her to go play with him, I didn’t realize he had fallen asleep, or that she had found the scissors."

Edward yowled from the hallway like someone had stepped on his tail. "Why is the back of my hair PINK!?"

There was a pause, and then this time Alphonse and Rian both joined Winry in her contagious laughter.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Enigmatic
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Alphonse Elric sat across from his older brother on the train and pointedly ignored the fact that Edward kept shifting in his seat. The hard train benches were not usually that much of a bother to Edward - or at least, not usually until much, much farther along on their journey.

Edward was at least trying not to make a big deal of his discomfort. Thankfully. Alphonse particularly liked to pretend that he did not know the source of the issue - there were some things he just simply did not want to think about. Edward had spent the night with Roy doing “research” (is THAT what they were calling it these days? Alphonse wasn’t blind, and Edward still changed in front of him … and a certain someone left hickeys where clothing would usually cover) and had come back cheery and chipper and not at all affected until he very gingerly sat down opposite Alphonse.

Upon rare occasion, the armor was useful.

Included upon those occasions were the massive, full-body blush of realization he would have had otherwise.

At first, he was hurt that Edward didn’t seem inclined to reveal his relationship with the colonel to his little brother. After all, they shared pretty much everything else. However, he soon realized that Edward figured Alphonse already knew. His brother was pretty forthwith with most things - except the things that he hadn’t quite worked through yet - so he was probably still dealing with the emotional baggage of being involved with Colonel Mustang. That, or he had decided already this was just a physical thing and felt no need to mention it otherwise.

Alphonse saw the way he looked at the Colonel when he thought no one was watching; there was no way it was anything else but THAT.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Always Against
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Whenever he needed to clear his head, there was always Alphonse.

Edward bounded across the grass, his bare foot sliding slightly as he angled himself to absorb the attack and return it, his automail pinging off of Alphonse’s tough armor exterior. There were few things in this world that he didn’t have to pull his punches against, and currently his little brother was at the top of that list.

Alphonse caught his foot and flipped him, but Edward caught himself before he could land on his back, spinning on his hands and turning the momentum to his advantage.

It was cathartic, sparring like this. He could focus all of his energy, all of his pent-up frustration and anger into the satisfying chorus of metal against metal. He didn’t have to think about how Mustang was driving him crazy, didn’t have to think about how the man made him feel things he didn’t understand or know how to deal with, he didn’t have to think about his guilt and the weight of the world - he had to live in the moment, in this very moment and pay attention to what REALLY mattered ….

…which currently was not allowing Al to knock his fucking block off.

Alphonse caught him in midair, the impact of his arm (spikes faced the other way, thank goodness) driving all the breath from Edward’s lungs as he was forced back the way he came. He staggered back, feet sliding on the dew-slick grass and a leg sweep took him down.

His brother immobilized him with one heavy boot, the treads digging into his flesh where his shirt rode up. “Pinned you,” Alphonse said cheerfully, not the slightest trace of exertion in his voice.

Edward wheezed and banged on Al’s foot with his hand. “Lemme up, Al!”
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Simple
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count: 300

“Brother,” Alphonse said, and Edward ducked his head again, ignoring the suit of armor next to him and finding the front-facing painting far more interesting. Alphonse sighed, placed both of his gauntlets on Edward’s shoulders, and steered him back toward the street.

“Hey, hey, HEY-” Edward bellowed as his brother bulled him forward. Pedestrians mostly ignored them both, Edward throwing a tantrum in the market not far from base was, sadly, not an uncommon occurrence. “Al, stop- AL STOP-"

"No, brother,” Alphonse’s voice was firm. “You keep turning tail and running and changing the subject and it’s time you stopped."


Volume was Edward’s go-to whenever Alphonse overpowered him (which in this form was often). Alphonse stopped, but did not let his brother loose. Edward squirmed under his hands. "You really want to have this discussion right here?"

"I don’t even know what I’m supposed t'be running away FROM."

Alphonse leaned down in, his helmet scraping along his helm as he did so, bringing it in close. "I saw you kiss the colonel, brother."

Seven words, uttered in a low tone, and Edward froze up, every muscle locked, his eyes wide and his face flushed red. Alphonse resisted the urge to sigh again, instead he scooped up Edward and arranged him over his shoulder, avoiding the spikes. "Honestly, brother,” he said, as Edward continued his impersonation of a dead fish. “You don’t see the colonel acting like this."

Those words brought Edward to life again, and he kicked his boots off of Alphonse’s empty chest cavity. "That’s because that bastard couldn’t be embarrassed over something to save his fuckin’ life!” His boots made a hollow pinging noise as he kicked again. “Al, put me DOWN, fucking HELL-"

"Nope,” Alphonse said. “We’re going to see the colonel.”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Break a Promise
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

The kid who answered the door was at least thirteen, scruffy blond hair worn a touch longer than was fashionable, and a perfected sullen expression that made Edward think he must practice scowling in the mirror every morning. “Yeah?” the kid growled, and Edward blinked, startled. Had he even come to the right house?

But the eyes, the shade of the hair - Edward held out his hand, about waist-height, and said incredulously, “Thomas?"

The boy eyed him even more suspiciously. "Yeah?"

There was no way this could be Thomas, Thomas was five years old and a bundle of bright, if slightly demonic, energy. Had it really been six YEARS? This was the first marker of actual time passed that Edward had seen, and suddenly he felt terrifically queasy. "Is - is your father in?"

"Thom, who is at the door?” The voice was familiar, thankfully, and Edward sighed in relief when Alphonse came to the door behind his son. Al, at least, looked mostly the same - older, of course, more lines on his face but still familiar. “Th-” Alphonse stopped, and stared at Edward.

Edward didn’t look different, he knew. He pulled down the hood of his cloak and grinned shakily at his little brother, who had gone pale as a sheet. “Hey, Al,” he said. “Guess I’ve been gone a while, huh?"

"Brother,” Alphonse said.

“I don’t suppose you’ve seen Roy?” Edward asked, and averted his eyes. Alphonse pushed past the captivated Thomas and grabbed a very surprised Edward by the front of his tunic, slamming him against the wall.

“Six YEARS,” Alphonse roared, and the kid winced. “Six years you’ve been gone, and you come looking for ROY? What about us? We’ve been worried SICK - Mustang was out of his mind, where have you been?!”
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Another Page
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Alphonse was sitting up in his bed when Edward opened the door, a book spread out over his lap and caught in mid-yawn. “You should be sleeping,” Edward scolded, a tray in his hands.

“I’ve done nothing but sleep,” Alphonse said, and rubbed his eye with one hand. He watched Edward put the tray of food - fairly bland still, as the sensation of taste was hyper-actualized until he got used to it again. He didn’t think to hold tight to the book and Edward got it away from him, marking his page but looking over it critically. “Why are you reading about medical alchemy? The doctors all checked you out, said you were fine. Weak as all hell, but fine."

Alphonse investigated the tray, picking up the mug of hot tea and relishing the warmth he could feel through the cup. Edward was still flipping through the book, and Alphonse shook his head. "It’s not for me, brother."

Edward looked up at him. "Not for you?” He frowned, and closed the book. “Are you trying to find a way to get my limbs back, because that’s stupid as fuck. I’m used to the automail by now, and you don’t need to be taking any unnecessary risks."

"No,” Alphonse lied. “I just thought medical alchemy was a branch we hadn’t really studied, so-"

Edward sat on his bed. "Al, I’m fine. You’re fixed, that was the primary goal here. You just need to focus on recovery.” He knocked his fist against his metal shoulder. “Besides, if you want to fix me, first you gotta think up a good way to do so that won’t involve Winry scrambling both our brains with a spanner once she realizes that we’ve scrapped her prized automail."

Alphonse laughed - and Edward smiled in response.
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Fake It
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“Seriously, I’m fine,” Al said as Ed fussed around him. It was tiring watching his brother move around the room quickly, but he found most everything tiring these days. “You can leave me alone, I’m not going to turn to dust if you turn your back on me long enough."

"Oh great, something else I hadn’t considered.” Ed sat, finally, on the edge of the battered motel room mattress. Al had created a nest of blankets in the center of his own mattress, and he glared right back at Ed.

“I’m fine, brother."

Ed remained silent, staring at his brother. Al sighed deeply, and glanced at the worn comforter. He was particularly adept at seeing through Ed’s bullshit - was it any surprised the reverse was true as well? The headaches came more frequently now, and he was simply unable to shake the bone-weary fatigue that had gripped him.

That was of course discounting the blood he had horked up in the shower, but fortunately the sound of the water had masked his fit of coughing. Ed did not need to deal with this, there were other things he needed to worry about. Al would BE fine, even if he didn’t feel particularly fine right this instant.

The problem was trying to convince his overly protective older brother that he was not, in fact, dying of some mysterious angelic malady.

"I’m worried,” Ed said quietly. He glanced back at Ed, and Ed was staring at the floor. “We’ve lost so much, Al - there’s so much work to do, I can’t lose you again. I just - I can’t deal with it. Not again."

Al smiled, Ed was actually being honest about his feelings for once. "I’m fine,” he said softly. “Please, believe me, Ed. I won’t let you down.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: A Minute Away
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

There was something comforting about having a shooting range easily at her disposal. It was cathartic to just put on a set of mufflers, load up a few weapons and empty them into human-shaped targets on the other end of the room. (That may or may not occasionally have pictures taped to the head of a certain blond-haired hunter who was REALLY PISSING HER OFF OKAY.)

Winry put her weapon down and slid the mufflers off. It seemed silly to wear the protective eyewear - not that the Men of Letters apparently had any in stock - but the mufflers at least kept her from deafening herself in the concrete bunker.

As much as she hated to admit, this place was amazing. All it really lacked was a proper garage to hide the cars away in (and that she could tinker in, priorities). She couldn’t really express this to Ed, because then he would point out that she essentially mocked him the entire car ride here and she got enough shit for that as it was. She smiled despite herself, and called the target back.

“Not bad,” Al said from the doorway, and Winry jumped a mile. “Nice cluster there in the body."

She turned and glared at him. "You know, when I say I want some private time, that doesn’t mean follow me everywhere."

"Well, when Ed says it it usually means he’s locked himself in the bathroom.” Al shrugged. “I was just curious how alike you two were."

Winry’s glare soured. "That’s gross, Al."

"Nah, it’s just funny.” He didn’t move. “Hey, did Ed tell you where he was going?"

Winry removed the clip from her weapon, thought about loading another one and decided against it. "He didn’t say anything, why?"

"Oh, perfect,” Al groaned. “The Impala’s gone.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Since When
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

It felt warm and right, curled up next to a warm body again. It had been so long, he couldn’t remember - he missed the warmth, the smell of another person beside him. Drowsy, Ed sighed contentedly and squirmed in closer, throwing his arm over the body next to his.

“Mm, Roy,” Ed muttered, still not quite awake yet.

The world went topsy-turvy as Ed got rolled out of bed when the other person - not Roy, he realized as he woke up halfway to impact - flailed themselves completely out of bed and back against the other wall.

“WHAT,” Al said, his voice strangled and several pitches higher than usual. “ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED!?"

Ed landed hard, on his back, the wind knocked out of him. He blinked away stars and stared at the ceiling, highlighted slightly by the wan light that crept in under the closed door. He heard Al flail around more, and then there was light, but no less confusion.

At least, until Winry slammed open the bedroom door, a twelve-gauge in her hands and her dressing gown flapping out behind her like some sort of superhero’s cape. "What’s going on? Are we under attack?"

Ed let his head drop back against the tile floor and covered his eyes with a groan. NOW he remembered - while there were other rooms to occupy, no one had thought to clean one out yet so in the meantime Winry was sleeping in Ed’s room and Ed was sharing Al’s somewhat larger bed frame. "Oh god,” he said. “Someone kill me now."

"I was thirty seconds away from getting a good morning grope,” Al could not possibly sound more offended if he tried.

Winry rolled her eyes and sighed, relaxing her posture. “Welcome to my world, Al.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: And Exhale
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“Have you heard from Roy?” Al asked, chasing a sausage link around his plate with a fork, while Winry cleaned up after Ed’s explosion of breakfast genius. They could hear the showers running anywhere in the batcave, the pipes were ancient and creaky and they had some time to discuss before Ed was out of there.

Winry hesitated, and then dumped more dishes in the sink. “No,” she said, and put her hands on the edge of the old fixture. “He and I were never as close as Ed was."

"That’s an understatement,” Al said, finally spearing the link. “It’s just - Ed gets really evasive whenever I bring him up, and the time we tried to see him, Roy was really bad off."

"It’s probably better for him that we’re out of his life,” Winry said.

“No doubt.” Al chewed thoughtfully. “But, Ed."

Without even having to explain, his words spoke volumes. Winry turned the water on, and Al wondered if that would mess with the water pressure in the showers. "That idiot is in love with Mustang,” Winry said, and there was hurt in her voice. “He loved Mustang far more than he ever loved me."

"He still loves you,” Al murmured.

“I don’t like being settled for,” Winry said. “It was simpler when it was the three of us - strange, I know, but then I didn’t feel like the consolation prize.” She lapsed into silence, the plates and flatware clinking together as she ran the water over them.

Al stared down at his plate - the exhaustion pulled at his eyes and thrummed, deep in his veins but he could ignore it. “I need to talk to Roy,” Al said finally. “If he’s done with us, that’s fine, but I need to hear it from him."
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Unusual Name
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“So this alchemy thing,” Al said, and Ed groaned. They had been sitting at the long table in the main room, which Ed had disdainfully dubbed the library, Al with his laptop open and several books piled around him and Ed with an empty plate that had just recently held a burger. “Have you messed with it at all, since you came back?"

"Nah,” Ed licked the crumbs off his fingers. “Too many other things to deal with, hadn’t really thought about it. Why?"

His brother was silent for a long moment. Probably lost in his research again, there was a long and involved love story between Al and his battered old laptop.

For once, Ed was even telling the truth about it. The strange ability that he had acquired hadn’t passed through his mind once in the past few months - especially after realizing, when trapped in Purgatory, that it simply did not work there. He figured it had been gone for good and promptly forgot about it.

"Well I was doing some research about, well,” Al looked up, and then looked around meaningfully. Ed caught the look and nodded his head.

“Yeah, and? What does that have to do with my freaky magic ability that everyone likes to pretend doesn’t exist?"

"Well, uh, Dad’s name came up.” Al tapped a book.

Ed cocked his head curiously. “So? Dad’s name comes up often, he was everyfuckingwhere for a while."

"Ed, Dad’s name came up in the founding records."

He processed this for a moment. "So, wait, this organization isn’t as old and hoary as we thought?"

"Quite the opposite,” Al sighed. “The founding records are almost three hundred years old."

"Oh, hell,” Ed groaned. “What are the odds that it’s just someone with the same admittedly-esoteric-sounding name?"

"Not good.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Game Changer
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

Al sat with his chin on the table, a scowl settled deep on his features. If he had had the wherewithal to hunt down wherever it was Ed had decided to stash his laptop he WOULD - he just did not want to prove Ed right by standing up and then having a dizzy spell.

He jumped a mile when Winry settled her hand on his forehead. “You are burning UP,” she said, and covered him with a blanket. “Does Ed know you have a fever?"

"I don’t have a fever,” Al muttered. “I feel fine."

"You’re a worse liar than your brother is,” Winry took a step back, and looked down the long table. So many of the chairs were still dusty, unused by either brother. “Why are you so sick? What isn’t Ed telling me about?"

Al closed his eyes, grateful that Ed didn’t spill the beans on everything that was currently going on. "Nothing, I’m just - maybe I caught some sort of ancient crud from the books.” Hell, this lie even sounded flimsy to HIM. Mei would have beat him half to death with his own laptop by now. He sighed deeply and tried not to think about how long it had been since he had heard her voice.

“Right.” Winry was even less impressed. “Ancient crud from the books. Whatever, you boys can keep your world-ending secrets, I’m just here to make sure that you don’t cough up blood and die choking on phlegm while Ed is gallivanting around doing… whatever the fuck it is HE is doing.” She shook her head. “Someone needs to remind me why I took this job when both of you have this stupid, strong silent suffering MAN thing going on. It’s not cute when either of you do it.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: It Was Free
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

Al heaved a deep sigh, tugging on the cord of the talisman strung around Ed’s neck. “Did it ever occur to you that there might have been a REASON it was free?"

Ed sat on the ground in front of the bed, Al behind him as he tried to sever the cord. "Shut up, Al."

"No, Ed. I’m curious what goes on inside that little brain of yours sometimes."

"Dude, if some hot chick was handing out necklaces-"

”-in a city with a rash of people being strangled to death?“

Ed stopped and scowled, looking down at his legs. "She was hot, all right?” And then, quieter. “She reminded me of Winry."

The switchblade was doing absolutely no damage to the leather cord that the small talisman hung from. Al closed the knife and sat back, thinking hard. "There’s got to be something else that connects all the deaths, because if you’re right and she’s giving out that many of these things, there would be a whole lot more people dead right now."

Ed slid two fingers inside the cord and tugged at it. It moved fine, it wasn’t adhered to his skin by any measure - it just seemed that no power on this earth could break the leather cord, and if he tried to lift it above his head it suddenly would not move. "This thing’s making me nervous, man. Like a Damocles’ noose."

"Well it’s your own damn fault,” Al said with little sympathy. He stood, shoving Ed’s head as he did so, and moved to sit back at the tiny table that he had turned into a desk. “I’ll do some research here - there’s got to be something out there on the symbol on the talisman.” He had scribbled it on a napkin for reference.
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Checkout Line
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

Ed held the bottle up to the light, the clear liquid sloshing around inside. “Are you sure this is what we need?” He had only asked this question about seven times in the course of the queue, and Al was clearly getting tired of answering.

“Yes, brother,” Al’s voice was a little tinny through the cell phone. “The recipe was very specific, it called for a particular brand due to the active ingredients."

Ed shuffled the phone to his other ear as he made it up to the belt, dropping the six-pack of beer and the tiny vial onto the conveyor belt. "I dunno, it still seems too easy,” he muttered, staring at the tabloid headlines and trying to ignore the people around him. He glanced to the other side and looked at the candy, and thought mournfully about the baked goods section. However, if he went to fetch anything else he would lose his position in line, in the single open checkout lane at two a.m. on a bloody fucking Tuesday. “Especially using some random fucking brand of eye drops?"

"Not just the eye drops,” Al said.

“Well the eye drops are the only portion I can buy at a fucking warehouse store at three in the morning,” Ed muttered. “It’s shouldn’t be this hard to deal with dead dogs, Al, I’m telling you something stinks here."

Al made an affirmative noise. "I have an idea,” he said, and Ed could hear the clicking of his laptop through the phone. “Are you headed back here after this?"

"Yeah, well I might stop for some sliders. You want any?"

"Greasy burgers at three a.m., Ed, please remember I share the room with you?” Al huffed a sigh and the typing ceased. “Look, I’ll see you when you get back, okay?"
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Magic
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“NOPE.” Ed’s voice echoed off the tile of the bathroom. Al sighed, scratched a hand through his hair, and knocked on the bathroom door again.

“Come on, Ed, it’s not that bad,” he tried.

“Not that BAD?” There was a scrabbling on the other side of the door, and Ed yanked the bathroom door open. Still shirtless.

Al immediately looked away, blushing hard. “Not that BAD!?” Ed shrieked. “I’M A FUCKING CHICK!"

"For fuck’s sake, put a shirt on!” Al said, finding the other wall far more fascinating and less traumatically scarring. “It probably won’t last, Ed, remember the last time you got hexed? We got that sorted out easily enough."

"If you tell Winry about this I will kill you,” Ed said, finally acquiescing to Al’s discomfort and pulling on a tee shirt that was now too loose in some respects, and far too tight in others.

Al had to weigh up the possibilities in his mind that his elder sibling was serious, decided that it really wasn’t worth the risk. At least not until he got a quote from Roy about how much cash he could pony up to get some pictures or video of this historic event.

Ed threw himself (herself? God, pronouns were going to be a pain for the next however long until they sorted this out) across the bed and sulked loudly. “Why does this shit always happen to ME?"

"Gee, I dunno,” Al said, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. “Maybe if you’d stop provoking the faeries, they wouldn’t be so inclined to teach you a lesson?"

"I didn’t even DO anything this time,” Ed complained. “I know better. I didn’t call anybody names, I didn’t swear on anything I shouldn’t’ve, I didn’t even EAT anything this time.” Ed groaned. “I hate faeries.”
scriveyner: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: My Best Friend
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 300

“Rise and shine,” Ed called cheerfully, yanking the blinds open. Al grunted and turned his face away from the light, pulling the too-short comforter up over his head to block out the sun’s rays. “It’s a gorgeous, sunny Saturday morning! What are you still doing in bed?"

Al had a death grip on the sheets while he contemplated his options. Ed was far too perky for the daylight hours, the odds that he had been replaced by some sort of adult changeling seemed high. His death grip was rewarded when Ed yanked at the bottom of the comforter and tried to wheedle Al out of bed. "Come on, if you want to sleep that much you can catch a few winks in the car."

Or maybe Ed was just over-caffeinated. That had happened before.

Al finally emerged from the end of the comforter and glared blearily at his brother, who was in the process of shoving all his assorted belongings into his military-issue duffel bag. He watched Ed for a few long moments, and then glanced at the clock, as the realization dawned on him. "We’re skipping town, aren’t we."

"The card we used to check in has been compromised.” Ed still sounded cheerful. “The check-in office doesn’t open for an hour, it’s better to clear out before someone comes after us with a baseball bat again."

Al sat up and ran a hand through his sleep-spiked hair. "We have got to find a better resource than credit card scams,” he said, and caught his own half-empty duffel when Ed winged it at him.

“Less talky, more packy."

He smiled despite himself; it was welcome - if slightly unsettling - to see his brother in such good humor. "Have you even slept, Ed?"

"Not a wink,” Ed said, and grinned


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