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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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: (Default - Edward)
Title: Hiding Something
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Sometimes it unsettled Edward how quickly this had become the norm; waking up in a bed with another person beside him, a warm breathing body that he could touch and feel. Alphonse - it’s not that he didn’t know where Edward disappeared to some nights, he just pretended he didn’t, because there was no way that Edward was successfully keeping this from his little brother. Al knew everything, he always did.

He rolled up on his side, the sheet sliding down over his waist as he looked over at Mustang. Roy was either still asleep or faking it (the second one, assuredly, Roy didn’t like to show weakness, even to his lover in bed), but his breathing was still soft, and his mouth was slightly open. Edward stared at him, feeling that strange, warm fuzzy feeling in his belly that had become an almost permanent fixture when he looked at the man, and smiled.

This was so WEIRD, how could he not…? Edward leaned over Roy, his hair loose and tangled down his back, and ran his hand down Roy’s jaw. He closed his mouth at Edward’s touch, but his eyes still did not open. “Faker,” Edward murmured, and leaned down to kiss Roy’s forehead.

Hell, he wasn’t allowed to have something like this. He still had a duty and an obligation to Alphonse - that was supposed to come first, not his hormones. The guilt weighed off him like a physical thing, but he couldn’t help that - any more than he could help being captivated by Roy’s dark eyes and skilled (if snarky) mouth.

A smile tugged at the corner of that same mouth, and Edward pushed at his shoulder. “Faker, open your eyes,” he said.

Roy’s voice was sleepy. “I don’t want to wake from this dream.”
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Complicated
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

“I don’t understand you,” Roy sighed, playing with the end of Edward’s braid idly. Edward was seated between his legs, back against the couch, a book propped open in his lap and half a sandwich dangling from his gob. Edward, for the most part, was ignoring him, concentrated more on the book at hand than the fact that Roy was teasing the ends of his hair.

He really did not understand - when Edward had made mention of stopping by just this morning, Roy had assumed, well - they had barely seen each other in weeks, what ELSE was he going to assume? Edward surprised him at every turn, though, and after a wolfed-down dinner he settled on a sandwich for dessert (really?) and leaned back against the couch, a book open and lost to the world.

He couldn’t help but smile. Roy really was not surprised that he was ditched for a new bit of arcana for Edward to chew over; he was voracious in his appetite for knowledge. All the same, he had been thinking about spreading Edward out on his bed all afternoon, brushing his hands through Edward’s hair, muffling his gasps and making him sob into the sheets ….

These were the wrong thoughts to have when Edward was sitting between his legs, but hell, he couldn’t help himself.

Edward tilted his head back, and came dangerously close to feeling Roy’s erection with the top of his head. Golden eyes, so much like a wolf’s, and Edward stared up at Roy silently as he considered.

How had he ever worked himself into this situation, Roy would never figure out, but damn if Edward wasn’t pretty in the early evening light, the sunlight radiating off of his hair. Roy sighed, and smiled at Edward. Edward smiled back.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Leave Quietly
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Edward had a love and hate relationship with Roy’s new office. On the one hand, it was nice that his desk no longer sat with the others - it meant a modicum of privacy when needed, and an exploitable place to nap and pester Roy when he was supposed to be working.

On the other hand, it meant being called into the office took on a more sinister tone, especially when Roy instructed him to close the door without even looking up. The man had two moods while he was at work - playful, and ‘you’re fucked.'

(The second was not as fun as it sounded.)

Edward tapped his foot impatiently, standing before the huge desk as Roy continued to peruse his paperwork. The bastard made him wait, he liked to make Edward antsy, to put him on edge. “Well?” Edward asked, finally, when he couldn’t contain himself further.

“Tell me,” Roy said, still not looking up. “Tell me it’s not a bad idea to send you after a manuscript in the Nor-"

"Manuscript, what sort of manuscript?” Edward hopped from one foot to the other in his excitement. It wasn’t often that Roy offered him bait like this, it must be something he thought he could really use.

“Honestly, Fullmetal,” Roy said, putting his pen down. “Would you care to let me finish a sentence?"

"Sorry,” Edward muttered, not sorry in the slightest.

“There is a very old manuscript on dark alchemy that was discovered in the North Library archives. Would I be incorrect in my assumption that you have at least a moderate proficiency in Xerxian?"

Edward was still bouncing from foot to foot. "Speaking and reading, do they really not have anyone up there to translate-?"

"No one as capable as you, sadly enough.” Roy said pointedly.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Rolling Thunder
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Thunderstorms never used to bother him, but that was before the war. Now, if he was woken by a terrific thunderclap, it was all Roy could do not to get the shakes. He would curl around a pillow, pull the covers tight over his head and attempt to rideout the storm’s fury - frightened like a small child. Thunder during the day was easy to brush off and ignore, but that giant crack like the sky was ripping in two, locked deep in the darkness of night, and he was petrified.

At least, when he slept alone.

The distance rumble of oncoming thunder woke him, his senses on high alert, Edward pulled close in his arms. Roy gripped Edward tighter, focused on him and tried to ignore the rain pounding against the windows. Edward had curled his fists - one flesh, the other heavy, cool metal - against Roy’s chest, his eyes scrunched tight, and Roy realized that Edward was shaking in his arms, trembling like a lost puppy.

Roy kissed the top of Edward’s ruffled hair, burying his nose in it. Edward didn’t appear to be awake, he made no protest of being held close like this. He was a strange one, disliking being held but seeking it out as he slept. It was a comfort that Roy thought maybe he wasn’t allowing himself to have. Roy brushed his hand through Edward’s hair and tensed as the lightning lit the world outside the drawn curtains.

The thunder rumbled closer, and Edward opened his eyes. “Hate storms,” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep. Roy wrapped his arms tighter around Edward, face buried in Edward’s hair at the crown of his head. Edward had stopped shaking, and Roy realized he hadn’t started to shake either.

They were stronger, together.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Under the House
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

It was never a good thing that Roy came home to Edward sitting on his front stoop. He wasn’t paying attention to the road, watching instead the progress of a tiny line of ants carrying away the crumbs from half a sandwich still in his hand. Roy sighed, stopping before Edward, and scratched at the back of his head wearily. “Fullmetal, what are you doing here?"

Edward looked up at him, and pointedly took a bite of his sandwich. "Waitin’ on you."

Roy looked up and down the street. Late spring meant that the neighbors were out in force, working on lawns, watching children play in the yards and up the street. It was not the optimal place for a confrontation of any sort, and "discretion” was a word that Edward liked to avoid. “You’ll notice,” Edward continued airily, “that I did not let myself in."

"I see that,” Roy said through gritted teeth. “It had perhaps escaped your notice that would have been the wisest option?"

"Yeah, because me letting myself in my commanding officer’s home is a good idea,” Edward flicked more crumbs at the ants. “Also, Al is stuck under the back porch and I think it’s funny."

There was only one logical answer to that, and Roy blinked at Edward. "Alphonse is - what?"

"Stuck. Remember how you told me a stray had kittens and was hiding in your - fuck was it called, some kinda bush in the back yard-"

"And your brother scared them under the porch?"

"Nah, the mom had already moved'em. He was just trying to get a look.” Edward polished off the sandwich, and licked his fingers. “I didn’t want to go about transmuting your home without you knowin’ about it first."

"I applaud your restraint,” Roy sighed, as Edward beamed.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Cafe
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

The busy bustling metropolis of Central City had come alive, the bright morning sun beaming down from a cloudless blue sky. Pedestrians chattered amicably with street vendors as others hurried along on foot to their destinations, creating a constant buzz of background noise.

All of the beauty of the day was lost on one Edward Elric, who was sitting in the shade of an umbrella propped through the center of the table. He had folded his arms over the table, and had his face pressed into them.

Roy placed a cup of coffee by Edward’s elbow. “I do not think I’ve ever seen you hungover,” he said, keeping the amusement off his face but not out of his voice.

“Fuck off an’ die, Mustang,” Edward’s muffled voice replied.

The scrape of metal against cobblestone as Roy pulled the chair out made Edward wince and finally lift his head. He squinted at Roy, trying to glare but mainly scrunching up his face in odd ways. Roy was already dressed for work, the military uniform sitting straight and unwrinkled, the bright blue shining in the early morning sun. “What the fuck are you doing?"

"Sitting down,” Roy said, caught mid-action but not pausing. “I believe we were still planning on breakfast?"

Edward noticed the coffee at his elbow and latched on to the mug gratefully. "Breakfast,” he sounded the word out like he had never heard it before.

“Yes, that first meal after a long night fueled by alcohol and sex,” Roy said, mildly amused at the way Edward flushed deep red on command. The younger man hunched forward, over the table still, arched over the coffee mug as if he was protecting it from Roy.

“You think you’re clever but you’re not,” Edward hissed, and Roy honestly laughed at his expression.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Time Lapse
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Roy almost forgot to breathe when Edward stepped off the train, and it was only by liberal application of Lieutenant Havoc’s elbow into his side that he remembered the vital importance of oxygen.

It was only five months that Edward had been gone!

Five long, important months - five months in which the Elric brothers had succeeded in their goal, in which Edward spent far too long in a hospital far away recovering, five months in which Roy would not admit to occasionally staring listlessly out a window instead of working toward his own goals. Five MONTHS.

And yet here, Edward was - shot up like a weed, closer to Roy’s own height than he would ever be comfortable with, black leather and brilliant red exchanged for muted earth tones of soft browns and cream … and god help him, Edward was wearing a waistcoat.

Edward stopped in front of him and eyed Roy uncertainly, then looked to Havoc, who saluted on reflex. “That’s unsettling, don’t do that,” Edward said to Havoc, and Havoc shrugged and dropped the salute.

“You outrank me, boss, it’s only appropriate.” He chomped his cigarette, and Edward shook his head.

“Not for much longer, I’m out as soon as my certification expires.” Edward clapped Roy on the shoulder as he passed. “I’m fucking starving, I didn’t expect you guys to meet me. Let’s go grab some lunch or something."

Roy half-turned to watch Edward as he continued on, and was not disappointed. Although not nearly as form-fitting as his previous outfit, Roy’s eyes could follow his lines neatly - and Edward paused, glancing over his shoulder, obviously aware of Roy’s eyes on him. "See something you like, Mustang?"

Roy’s grin turned absolutely wicked, and Havoc elbowed him again. "Not in public, colonel,” he reminded Roy.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
Title: Last Kiss
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

“I really fucking hate predawn trains,” Edward said, his anger punctuated by a yawn. He rubbed his eye with the back of his hand and glared forward, and Roy could not help but smile at the mannerism.

He walked several steps behind Edward - it was not uncommon for them to be seen out together, technically Edward (and Alphonse, as well) were warded to him by the military. No eyebrows were raised by this, then - although astute observers would take note of the fact that they were both meeting Alphonse at the train station.

(They would also note the strange, slightly exaggerated stride that Edward was displaying, but few save the most suspicious would chalk it up to simply being a teenager.)

Edward glanced back over his shoulder to Roy. “You didn’t have to come,” he said pointedly, and Roy brushed a gloved hand down the front of his military uniform.

“You make such a racket in the morning, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep anyway,” he said smoothly, and Edward flushed. If he hadn’t gotten up as well, there would not have been any shower shenanigans, and it was clear Edward was realizing that as well.

“Edward,” Roy said, and Edward hesitated a second, just long enough for Roy to catch his sleeve. Roy addressing him by name was strange and uncommon, and because of that hesitation it afforded Roy the opportunity to yank Edward into his arms, turning his face up and kissing him.

The street was empty, only a single car puttered past, a taxi on its way to the same train station. The first hints of a rosy dawn were brushing the rooftops, and a gentle mist earlier had left dewdrops in Edward’s hair. He broke away from Roy, and Roy smiled sadly. “Farewell.”

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