scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Bush
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 300

Tracking Edward through the woods was usually fairly straightforward - he marched without regard to the lay of the land, or the flora around him. Roy would find trails forged straight through low-hanging branches and large, overgrown bushes, as well as the occasional snagged hair or bit of torn-offclothing. It was as if Edward didn’t care in the first bit that he was being followed.

Or perhaps he was just making his passage clear to Roy, who he knew would follow him, eventually.

Their cabin in the woods was isolated; there was no road, no path that connected it to the outside world. Roy had no idea how Edward had found it in the first place - he occasionally thought that perhaps Edward himself had built it, but the lack of gaudy ornamentation told him otherwise. He didn’t know where Edward went, when he disappeared - he would tell Roy not to worry, he’d be back in a few days, and he was, every time.

All the same, Roy was tired about being kept in the dark. He was Edward’s (ex)superior officer, dammit, he was a competent State Alchemist and an accomplished military man and whatever the hell Edward was getting up to he had a right to know.

(Also, he wasn’t about to admit that he got lonely when Edward wasn’t around. He had lived almost a quarter of a century before a certain blond catastrophe waltzed into his life, he could certainly entertain himself for one whole week.)

There was also the fact that he wasn’t quite keen on this angel business, not yet, and Edward was not particularly forthcoming with the details.

At the rate things were going, Roy was going to have to resort to tickling to get the information he wanted out of Edward.
scriveyner: (Ed/Roy - Smut)
Title: Undimmed by Time
Rating: Mature
Warning: Post-series, CoS fix-it fic
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count: 2415
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric

Summary: Edward grinned at him, shuffled a moment and said, “Sorry I've been so long.”

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scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: Departure
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 417

Roy looked as bad as Edward felt, blood smudged into his hairline and dirt streaked across his face. All the same, Edward tried to muster a smile for him and largely failed, the throbbing pain in his right leg cutting through his expression like a knife. 

The medic’s tent was the exact opposite of private, and Edward couldn’t reach for Roy like he wanted desperately to. It seemed stupid, this charade they kept up in front of unknowing eyes, but Roy’s career depended on it, and Edward - Edward couldn’t say that he understood it, truly, but he didn’t want Roy to fail on his account either. 

"We’re going back out there," Roy said, his voice hoarse with the effects of the dessert. "They’ve taken the rail lines, we can’t get trains in or out." His look was significant even if the words were unsaid. "If we can’t get you - and the others here - back to civilization soon, you may lose your other leg." 

"Eh," Edward knocked on his left knee. "Automail’s not so bad, really." There was something in Roy’s eyes that scared him. He wanted to grab at the other man, pull him down into a kiss but he was so aware of the other eyes in the tent and his resentment burned. "Lieutenant Hawkeye’s going with you, right?" 

"As if I could ever escape her," Roy managed a small, tight smile. "You just concentrate on getting well, Fullmetal. I’ll - we’ll be back soon." 

Edward nodded his head, licking his cracked lips. He wanted to say the words, they bubbled in his throat like acid but he couldn’t, he couldn’t take the risk. “Yeah,” he said, and tried not to let his desperation show through. “I’ll be waiting for your next order, you good-for-nothing colonel.”
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: (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: (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: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: #10 - Family
Rating: PG
Warning: Mild angst about immortality.
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 804
Characters/Pairings: Roy Mustang/Edward Elric
Summary: It’s hard to go back.

Author’s Notes: Angel!fic. I love my angel’verse, allows for so much chewy angst.

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scriveyner: (Default)
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: (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: 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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