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: (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: (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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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: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: Passing Over
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

Rian had spread out all over the couch, he had staked it as his domain. Edward glowered at him but he didn’t have the heart to make Rian move, so he settled on the floor; his back to the couch.

The weekend was almost here, but it didn’t feel like there was any time to rest. Summer meant it was time for the re-certification exams for all the active-duty State Alchemists, and ever since Edward opened his idiot mouth at the wrong time four years ago, he had been on the committee.

At least, where enlisted alchemists were concerned, they could take the written, or a practical. Or, as most did, thankfully - they submitted their research. (That was the part Edward loved the most, he liked snooping around other alchemist’s research … or at least he thought he did, until he got to page seventy-nine of a treatise documenting the usage of alchemy on agriculture and the chimeric qualities of several hardy genus of wild wheat.)

Rian held the book open above his head and sighed deeply. “I don’t want to take the written,” he announced into the silence. “You wrote the test, it’s going to be fucking impossible."

Edward was making notes. "You passed it the first time, I wrote that one."

"Yeah, that was fucking impossible too.” Rian laid the book across his chest. “And I don’t have any research. What the hell am I going to do?"

"Do a demonstration,” Edward said. “Air alchemy is cool, people don’t get to see it often."

Rian beamed a little at the compliment. "You really think air alchemy is cool, you’re not just saying that?"

"It’s rare,” Edward said. “Plus, a demonstration is better than, say, a sparring match because you’re not proving how you can be a weapon.”
scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: First Date
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

Tuesdays were stupid, Edward had decided long ago. They followed Mondays on his chain of hatred. Tuesdays were meeting days, and boy did those old windbags in the senior staff love to chatter. On top of that, the diplomats from Xing were in town again and everyone had lost their shit over their them and Edward well, he had a fucking job to do, didn’t he?

So he was trapped in his office two hours past shift’s end, trying desperately to think of a way to accidentally brick Senior Colonel Neuhaus into his office when Rian knocked on the door. “Colonel, what are you still doing here?"

Edward looked up, and he honestly felt his irritation derail.

Rian had, from somewhere, procured a familiar-looking suit. It was old, and slightly worn, but it made him look five years older, and he had not only combed his hair but slicked it back as well. "Why are you staring at me like that?” Rian touched a hand to his head, and then shook his head. “No matter, we’re going to be late, Colonel; it’ll look bad if you turn up late to this."

"Turn up late to what?” Edward was so confused, and he couldn’t quite process Rian at the moment.

“The concert,” Rian said impatiently. “The performance by the delegation from Xing? Captain Hawkeye was supposed to be your bodyguard for this but I talked her out of it. You owe me for that, by the way.” He crossed his arms and frowned. “And that Xingian Prince keeps looking at you the same way you look at a steak."

"Are you wearing my old suit?” Edward asked weakly.

“I had to do some creative alchemy to get the trousers to fit right,” Rian pointed at the clock. “We have to go now, Colonel.”
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: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: At the Park
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

If he was lucky, sometimes Edward was able to sneak out of the office for lunch. The preliminary portion of the yearly State Alchemist examinations was over, and while his desk was buried under a perpetual avalanche of overdue reports, there were no meetings keeping him in the office during the usual lunch hour.

Another point in his favor was that Captain Hawkeye was out of the office, so he only had to skirt Pvt. Cushler, who was reading a Timothy Quick novel at his desk instead of doing - whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing.

It was not quite summer yet; the sun high and hot in the cloudless blue sky, but the solstice had not yet passed. Not far off base was a large park full of market vendors and food carts - it was a popular place, full of families and office workers, with nearly every third person clad in the familiar blue of the military uniform. He purchased his lunch, a sandwich and coffee, and found an abandoned park bench further away from the frolicking children and chatter of adults.

It was a peaceful respite, to eat lunch outside in the shade of large, old trees. After so many years on the road, traveling by foot and the occasional camping out, he missed being able to be outdoors with the same frequency.

“Colonel Elric!"

Edward looked up - the notion of privacy on his lunch break was a thing of the past, especially if he left the sanctity of his office. Fortunately, though, he recognized the voice, and it was all he could do to keep a relieved smile off his face. "Rian, you’re still supposed to be in the South."

Rian Martin grinned as he trotted up. "Train got in early.”
scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: Morning
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

“You have three minutes to get your ass out of bed,” Rian yelled from the kitchen, flatware clinking in the sink as he rinsed off a plate. “Or I will get the hose, this time!"

There had been no movement from the bedroom since Rian had rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn. Occasionally the overwhelming scent of coffee could cause the beast to emerge from its slumber - or even the sound of eggs sizzling in a skillet - but both weapons were ineffective today. So he had to resort to plan C.

He wiped off the plate with a clean towel, and as he turned to place it in the strainer, he saw Edward standing muzzily in the doorway. "Finally,” Rian said, and Edward squinted at him, and scratched his tangled hair with one hand.

“Do I even have a hose?” he asked, and Rian thrust a mug of coffee in his hands.

“Hell if I know.” He pointed Edward toward the kitchen table, where Rian had cleaned from the strewn mess of newspapers and classified reports that Edward wasn’t supposed to be taking home. “Don’t get coffee on the Briggs report, it’s the only copy we’ve got and Hawkeye’ll kill me."

Edward shuffled the file Rian had been reading out of the danger zone, and paused. "You’re not cleared for this,” he said.

“And you’re not supposed to be bringing classified documents home,” Rian retorted pointedly. “Alphonse’d kill you if he knew."

"He gave me this one.” Edward had not put it down yet, but held it clear of his coffee. “Something to do with … oh, oh I remember this one.” He closed it and snorted, tossing it on the pile. “Yeti, or something."

"Well, it did make for good breakfast reading,” Rian said.
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: Never Ending
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rise of the Guardians
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Rian Martin stood precariously on the railing, one hand on the trellis that reached up the side of the porch. It had been grey all day, with a low ceiling of clouds that made it feel more like October than April - but that really didn’t bother him that much. In fact, the grey day made it easier for him as a vampire to be outside, since while daylight was not lethal, it was, at the very least, headache-inducing.

The weather and the daylight didn’t bother him one bit, because he was grinning widely. “You came back,” he said happily.

Jack was crouched, balanced on the very top of the trellis, and it almost seemed as if he had on weight to him. Rian knew better, that appearances were easily deceiving when it came to spirits, and a very faint pink tinged the tips of Jack’s ears. “Yeah, well,” Jack dangled his staff from one hand, looking out at the grounds. “I can’t really stay long, someone’s got to bring winter to the southern hemisphere."

"Well, I’m glad you came back, if only for a little while,” Rian tightened his fingers on the trellis, a flush spread across his own face. “I missed you."

Jack knocked Rian on the head lightly with his staff. "I’ll come back every year, you know I will.” He tilted his head back, and couldn’t keep the smile from his face. “I’ve never been missed before, though."

"Well, you’ll always be missed here,” Rian said softly, and Jack leapt down from his perch, landing lightly on the railing beside Rian. It was strange, the tingling feeling in Rian’s hand when Jack shyly took it, but the two immortal teenagers smiled at each other and for this single moment, everything in the world was all right.
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: 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.


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