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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.”
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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.
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: (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: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Force
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Musese'verse
Word Count: 300

“You,” Kenshin pushed Edward’s face into the pillows. “Are such a fucking IDIOT, sometimes, I don’t know what to do with you-"

Edward laughed, the sound muffled by the pillows, and then cut off abruptly in a choked groan as Kenshin ground down on him. Kenshin had him by the hair, his fingers curled in it, gripping tight, close to his skull. Edward couldn’t lift his head if he wanted to.

"What,” Kenshin’s breath was hot on Edward’s ear as he hissed the words. “What am I going to DO with you, hm?"

It was a struggle to lift his head enough not to spit the words into the pillow. "I can think of a few things,” Edward said cheekily, inhaling sharply as Kenshin struck the bare skin of his ass open-handed. He barely had enough time to take another breath before Kenshin forced his head down again.

Edward bit back a moan as Kenshin smacked him again and again. He ground down into the bed, seeking to get away from the stinging blows but at the same time not really trying - if he was really, really trying Kenshin would have been on the floor by now. Kenshin yanked his head up by his hair and Edward gasped, panting loudly. “Can you now,” Kenshin said, his voice somehow silky smooth. “You still thinking of a few things then, I take it?"

Edward wet his lips before replying. "Several,” he said, and Kenshin laughed, running his fingers down the crack of Edward’s ass and over his taint. He stopped there, and Edward groaned in disappointment. “Come on, Himura,” Edward said, trying to twist his head free to get a look. “Don’t leave me hanging, fuck, do you want me to beg?"

"I would love to hear you beg,” Kenshin nearly purred.
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: The Gain
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Kenshin sighed, his hands on his hips. “You are going to fall on your face,” he called. “And I am going to laugh."

Edward was balanced on the tree limb, very clearly ignoring Kenshin. He had monkeyed himself up a fair distance, which was no mean feat with all that metal hanging off of him. And now he was astride a limb that looked like maybe, MAYBE it would support his weight as he scooted along it, trying to reach two crumpled sheets of paper that had flown out of his grasp earlier.

It was a windy day - and it was sheer luck that the papers got caught in a tree right at the edge of the woods. Edward had been shouting invectives that up until about twenty minutes ago Kenshin was absolutely sure did not exist in any lexicon on this planet while he chased down the escaping pages.

And now he was twenty feet in the air, stretching along a branch that had started to bend under the stress of Edward’s weight, trying to grab at the pages before the wind took them again. "Why don’t you just use alchemy for this?” Kenshin suggested, as Edward grabbed at the papers and failed, fingertips barely brushing the edges.

“Why don’t you just use alchemy for this?” Edward parroted in a high-pitched imitation of Kenshin’s own voice. “Use it exactly HOW, Himura?"

"I don’t know, you’re the alchemist.” This was entertaining to watch, at least. “If you break your automail falling out of the tree I’ll let you be the one to call your mechanic this time. She’s scary."

"Fuck!” Edward screeched, his fingers just brushing the edges again. He slid down the branch just a little farther, finally reaching the papers. “Finally!"

There was a very ominous crack.
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
Title: Repeat Until
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Like clockwork, Kenshin rose before dawn. In the summer that was earlier than usual, but he rolled out of bed silently, slipping out from under Edward’s heavy arm without disturbing him. He always paused, here - he made sure Edward had settled again, rolling onto his side and curling into a pillow - before he left the bedroom behind.

Pre-dawn the house was mostly silent. The majority of the residents had retired for the night - often Kenshin would encounter the vampires going about their bedtime routine, but this morning the kitchen was empty.

He was methodical - a quick sweep of dishes into the sink, empty and rinse the coffee pot, and put on a kettle for tea. The first rosy streaks of daylight were visible above the trees by the time he set foot outside. Kenshin breathed in the humid summer morning, a mug of hot tea in his hand,and closed his eyes.

The climate was not quite right - the towering old forest that enclosed the house and covered much of the grounds did temper the heat considerably - but summer, strangely, was the season that affected him the most. Perhaps it was the cicadas droning ceaselessly, the birds active bright and early to fetch their breakfasts.

Or maybe it was the fireflies that lit up the early evening air.

He was the only one who kept up the dojo - after all, what use did most of the household have for one? It was an escape for him, much like Edward’s laboratory down in the basement was his own refuge. Kenshin slid the shoji aside but did not enter, instead seating himself on the porch, mug of hot tea by his knee.

Summer, he had decided, seemed just a little bit more familiar from this angle.
scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
Title: Missing You
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

Edward brushed his hair back with one hand and frowned at the face he saw in the mirror. It was too early for him to be fully awake, and the bruise on his jaw from the brawl at the station had only just started to fade. He tilted his head back, looking along the length of his jaw for other obvious wounds, and his eyes were drawn instead to the smaller, fresh bruises along the lower portion of his throat - considerately marked directly under the portion of his neck that would be covered by the high collar of the military uniform. Edward ran his fingers over them, and then turned on the tap.

It was strange, the silence that had descended on his apartment. He should be used to it by now - he had lived alone for years, and now Rian was in and out, here and gone, hopscotching across the country on a whim as Edward sent him on clean-up duty jobs to keep him busy. If he lingered, Edward thought to much …. and even when he wasn’t here, the younger alchemist was a dominant presence in his life. It was a strange feeling that had blanketed him ever since Rian started stashing clothing in his closet and left a toothbrush in his bathroom - a feeling that Edward had not managed to put together yet. He should be used to things occurring beyond his sphere of control by now - but that really didn’t make it any easier.

Edward’s fingers lingered on the marks on his throat. Rian had learned dominance quickly, he had learned precisely what to do to make Edward’s toes curl and his fingers claw at the bedsheets. And yet here he was, waking up alone, Rian’s side of the bed untouched.
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: 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: 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.”

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