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.”
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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.
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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: (Mashup - Elrichesters)
Title: Anything Helps
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup/Chasing the Sun
Word Count: 311

With a defeated groan, Ed slumped over the open book. “I’m done in,” he announced. “I can’t take it any more. Bury me in books, let my headstone read requiescant in libro.” 

Al did not even look up at his elder brother’s theatrics. “You’re not getting a headstone, I’m burning your body.” 

"Thanks, Al, that cheered me right up." Ed refused to raise his head. "Have you had any luck?" 

"Not really." Al flipped a few pages in the book and sighed, resting his chin in his hand. "I am so done with ancient Japanese spirits. I can’t even read Japanese." 

Intrigued, Ed looked at the book Al had open before him. “Were you trying?” 

"No, it’s just a translation. But get this," he tapped the book. "According to popular lore, the sword is the soul of the samurai. And, conveniently enough, each of our victims had just recently purchased an authenticated Japanese sword from auction." 

"Same sword, or different swords?" Ed asked, attention finally piqued. 

"Same sword," Al affirmed. "It keeps going back to the auction house when the buyers can’t pay up because of a terminal case of exsanguination." 

"Huh," Ed said. "And you didn’t think to mention this little fact before we sat in the fucking library for three hours?" 

"Seemed way too easy," Al said. "Anytime a case seems that easy, the rug gets pulled out from under us, because of something simple that we overlooked. And since I don’t know Japanese, and I know YOU don’t know Japanese, I figured a small bit of research was in order." He sat back in his chair and smirked at Ed. "At any rate, I figured you would rather sulk about spending the day in the library, rather than phone up Kenshin and ask for his assistance again." 
scriveyner: (Sceptre of Flamel - Broken and Bloody)
Title: Timeless
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Sceptre of Flamel
Word Count: 301

The low rumble of distant thunder made Edward lift his head from his arms. He wasn’t sure how long he had laid there, staring through the old cracked ceiling, but the daylight had long since faded, and the shadows had grown long across the floor. Roy had not been home yet to disturb him, which was ideal, but all the same he felt the slightest twinge of loneliness in his gut at the other’s absence. 

It was strange, this quiet solitude in which they lived. Days bled into weeks, into months - he honestly could not say how long they had existed in this little bubble of isolation. At first, he had thought about keeping a log, a small little diary of each day so that he could look back on their time here but that quickly fell by the wayside. There were so many other things to do; chores to be done, vegetable gardens to tend to, fresh game to hunt - and that was leaving aside the whole intended aspect of their journey in the first place. 

Arguably, Edward had sustained the most physical trauma from the battle, but it was Roy who was the most deeply scarred. It took a long time before he even began to resemble the Roy that he remembered, and even still he would catch Roy just sitting somewhere, staring off silently into space. These catatonic phases never lasted long, and he had had to learn to just not worry about them. Roy would heal, in time. Just like they all would. 

Thunder rumbled again, drawing closer. Edward smiled as he listened to the steady staccato beat of rain on the rooftop, and he idly thought about getting out of bed to prepare a towel or stoke the fire for Roy’s inevitable return.
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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."
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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.”
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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!"
 
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Title: Research
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 305

It was not very hard to locate the wayward alchemist - even on such a bright, beautiful, sunny spring day he was sequestered away in the musty library. Roy Mustang sighed, unsurprised, as he yanked the blinds in the research room open. 

Edward did not even lift his head. He was hunched over a book at least a century old, squinting at the tiny handwritten scribble almost lost on the ancient yellowed page. If his eyes were not moving animatedly, Roy might have given the teenager up for dead. 

He sighed, amused, as he looked over the room. Clearly Alphonse had been through, as the clutter and dust was not as bad as it could have been. Roy was completely convinced that Edward could read through the Apocalypse and somehow come out unscathed. 

The door opened, and Roy looked up and smiled despite himself. The hulking suit if armor that contained the soul of Edward’s little brother was carrying a tray with two sandwiches on it. Good afternoon, Alphonse,” Roy said. Alphonse jerked a little in surprise, his helmet scraping across the helm. 

"Colonel Mustang, I didn’t expect you to come fetch brother personally," he said. "I haven’t had a chance to ready him. " 

"It’s no difficulty," Roy said smoothly. "It is far too fair a spring afternoon to stay locked away in a tiny little office, after all." 

"S’not like he was doing any work anyway," Edward muttered, surprising them both. Edward lifted his head, brushing his bangs out if his eyes with the motion. "I bet Lieutenant Hawkeye’s been looking for him most of the day." 

Roy smiled placatingly. “Do you really think so little of me, Fullmetal?” 

"Call me little again and we’ll just see what I think of you," Edward muttered, and closed his book. 

scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: Thick
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 316

You are an idiot," Edward Elric said, with about as much patience as he could muster. He yanked at the bandage and Rian Martin winced as it tightened around his hands. "And don’t you dare even breathe a word about what you’re thinking right now." 

"I wasn’t thinking nothin’," Rian grumbled, watching as Edward bandaged his bleeding hands. The pain had dulled to a mild throb, it wasn’t the first time he had ‘accidentally-on-purpose’ ignited the deformed transmutation circles scarred onto his palms, but it was the first time the rebound had affected him so painfully. 

"I’ll say." Edward’s military jacket was lost somewhere, and there was dirt and a small bit of Rian’s blood smudged on to the normally-immaculate white button-down shirt he wore underneath it. "I could have sworn I told you to keep out of this." He held both of Rian’s hands, palms-up, in his own hands. Even through the gloves he wore, Rian could feel the cool, heavy weight of the prosthetic automail hand. The bandages were thin, and small strips of red had already started to bleed through. "Rian, you cannot keep using these arrays, you’re going to get yourself killed." 

"I’m fine!" Rian yanked his hands away suddenly, blushing furiously as he tucked them under his armpits. It wasn’t like the colonel to even begin to act concerned about him, and this entire situation was dizzying. "I’m fine, they’re fine, why don’t you just go away and leave me alone?" 

He refused to meet Edward’s eyes, and after a moment of silence the colonel sighed deeply and got to his feet. The bottom half of his uniform was just as dirty as Rian was, there was a tear through the left leg that exposed the automail there as well. Rian glanced aside. “I’m sorry.” 

scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: Pray For Me
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 306

"I can’t," Winry said, her voice exhausted. She had been sitting up late, a clean white cloth spread over the kitchen table and the innards of a client’s automail laid out before her. "I can’t do this any more, Al. I just can’t." 

Alphonse had been sitting up with her - automail was a bit beyond his ken, but it was a little too warm in the upstairs at the moment, and besides, if he set foot in the same room that Edward was in right now, no one would leave happy. 

He looked at the ceiling as Winry covered her face with both hands. She wasn’t crying this time, just exhausted, and Alphonse could relate. It was weary work, trying to heal someone who did not want to be saved, and Alphonse for the life of him could not figure out what was going on in his brother’s brain right now. 

Edward, who had not spoken a word in the two weeks since he had been home. He had not hardly eaten a bite, he barely moved, sitting up in his bed and staring silently out the window, looking for something no one else could see.   

Alphonse understood he had been hurt. Everyone had been hurt in the conflict, it was hard to lose someone you were so close to - but this living death that Edward seemed to exist in was almost worse. And nothing seemed like it would snap him out of it, not even when Alphonse had punched him. 

Winry ran her hands up to her bandanna, leaving small flecks of oil on her cheeks and forehead. She sighed deeply, and looked at Alphonse, eyes red-rimmed. “We have got to do something,” she said firmly. “He’s family.” 

"I know," Alphonse said. "I just don’t know what."
 
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Title: We Left
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Misc (Leaving on Red Hill)
Word Count: 308

Summary: Typetrigger prompt

Author's Note: As typetrigger prompts are in the vicinity of ~300 words I won't be cutting those. They will also have abbreviated header information, so pay attention to the tags on the post!

There were those times that they looked at the stars, the cool, early spring wind rustling the still-barren tree branches. Out here the city lights were gone, and the full majesty of the night sky was on display, a canvas painted with stars.   

It awed him, even now. Roy lifted his head as a streak appeared, a brilliant burst of light that burned out just as quickly. A falling star.     

Roy caught Edward looking at him, and Edward smiled. He was human again, blond hair long and tangled and not nearly as dirty as Roy would have expected. “Did you make a wish?” Edward’s voice was rough, hoarse as it always was with disuse. His fingers cupped Roy’s cheek, the fur already gone.     

"My wish already came true," Roy said, kissing Edward’s fingers.     

Edward looked to the sky, and Roy sensed his hesitation. “Do you ever want to … go back?”   

Roy slid across the rough rock, draping his arm over Edward’s shoulder. It not longer felt strange to be naked here, in the wilderness - and it was never strange to be touching Edward. “I have everything I could ever want here, Ed,” he murmured, his chin tucked over Edward’s shoulder. “Besides, even if I wanted to, we could hardly go back like this. They… they wouldn’t understand.”   

That hurt more than Roy wanted to admit to himself, that they weren’t like other people any more. In fact, Roy wasn’t even entirely sure they were still human. He felt Edward sigh, the fur rippling down his back as he shifted gracefully back into wolf form. Roy didn’t raise his arms, his face still pressed into Edward’s soft, warm coat.   

"I have no regrets," Roy said, and Edward tossed his head back and sang his melancholy song to the moon
 

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Title: Shore it Up
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Revenant
Pairing: Gen
Rating: M
Word Count: 298

Summary: Daily Fic Prompt 2013

It was tiring and dirty work, trying to keep the barricade up and in one piece. It seemed like all his joints hurt, and the stress if the heavy metal prosthetic hanging from his shoulder made it all the worse. 

Everything would be so much simpler if he could just clap his hands together and move the earth around, reinforcing the walls and keeping the dead separate from those who still lived. But his ability to do alchemy had evaporated, seemingly into thin air - and he wasn’t the only one affected. Alphonse, his little brother was a soul bound by alchemy to unfeeling armor. Whenever his ability to use alchemy vanished … so did Al. 

He couldn’t dwell on it. Alphonse came back, acting as if no time had passed. But even then, using alchemy drew the dead to them like moths to a flame. The only conclusion Edward could draw was that whatever event had caused the dead to rise from their graves had its origins in the same type of alchemy. 

(And if Edward ever found out who had enacted the transmutation that triggered this apocalyptic event, he would make damn sure that they would never worry about performing another transmutation again.) 

He bit back a tired curse as the dead rattled at the barricade, causing piles of debris to slide from the top of the mound. This was going to be a long and lonely task. Edward spared a glance back at the main building - they had never intended to stop here for any length if time, but the military facility was providing adequate protection - for the time being. 

Mustang was counting on him to help keep everyone safe. It was a very strange feeling, but Edward did not want to let him down. 

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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: (HnS - Samurai)
Title: Ramblings
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Hagane no Samurai
Pairing: Gen
Rating: T+
Word Count:
557

Summary: Daily Fic 2013 

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Title: Furry
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Series: Misc AU
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T+
Word Count: 262

Summary: Daily Prompt Fic

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Title: Ears
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Series: Misc AU
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: T+
Word Count: 664

Summary: Daily Prompt Fic

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scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Heat Wave
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
Series: Muse'verse
Pairing: Kenshin/Ed
Rating: T+
Word Count: 888

Summary: Daily Prompt Fic

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