Fullmetal Alchemist/Supernatural - Magic
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scriveynerTitle: magic
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 355
Summary: "Nope!"
“NOPE.” Ed’s voice echoed off the tile of the bathroom. Al sighed, scratched a hand through his hair, and knocked on the bathroom door again.
“Come on, Ed, it’s not that bad,” he tried.
“Not that BAD?” There was a scrabbling on the other side of the door, and Ed yanked the bathroom door open. Still shirtless.
Al immediately looked away, blushing hard. “Not that BAD!?” Ed shrieked. “I’M A FUCKING CHICK!"
"For fuck’s sake, put a shirt on!” Al said, finding the other wall far more fascinating and less traumatically scarring. “It probably won’t last, Ed, remember the last time you got hexed? We got that sorted out easily enough."
"If you tell Winry about this I will kill you,” Ed said, finally acquiescing to Al’s discomfort and pulling on a tee shirt that was now too loose in some respects, and far too tight in others.
Al had to weigh up the possibilities in his mind that his elder sibling was serious, decided that it really wasn’t worth the risk. At least not until he got a quote from Roy about how much cash he could pony up to get some pictures or video of this historic event.
Ed threw himself (herself? God, pronouns were going to be a pain for the next however long until they sorted this out) across the bed and sulked loudly. “Why does this shit always happen to ME?"
"Gee, I dunno,” Al said, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. “Maybe if you’d stop provoking the faeries, they wouldn’t be so inclined to teach you a lesson?"
"I didn’t even DO anything this time,” Ed complained. “I know better. I didn’t call anybody names, I didn’t swear on anything I shouldn’t’ve, I didn’t even EAT anything this time.” Ed groaned. “I hate faeries.”
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist, Supernatural
AU: Mashup
Characters/Pairing: Ed, Al
Rating: T
Length: 355
Summary: "Nope!"
“NOPE.” Ed’s voice echoed off the tile of the bathroom. Al sighed, scratched a hand through his hair, and knocked on the bathroom door again.
“Come on, Ed, it’s not that bad,” he tried.
“Not that BAD?” There was a scrabbling on the other side of the door, and Ed yanked the bathroom door open. Still shirtless.
Al immediately looked away, blushing hard. “Not that BAD!?” Ed shrieked. “I’M A FUCKING CHICK!"
"For fuck’s sake, put a shirt on!” Al said, finding the other wall far more fascinating and less traumatically scarring. “It probably won’t last, Ed, remember the last time you got hexed? We got that sorted out easily enough."
"If you tell Winry about this I will kill you,” Ed said, finally acquiescing to Al’s discomfort and pulling on a tee shirt that was now too loose in some respects, and far too tight in others.
Al had to weigh up the possibilities in his mind that his elder sibling was serious, decided that it really wasn’t worth the risk. At least not until he got a quote from Roy about how much cash he could pony up to get some pictures or video of this historic event.
Ed threw himself (herself? God, pronouns were going to be a pain for the next however long until they sorted this out) across the bed and sulked loudly. “Why does this shit always happen to ME?"
"Gee, I dunno,” Al said, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. “Maybe if you’d stop provoking the faeries, they wouldn’t be so inclined to teach you a lesson?"
"I didn’t even DO anything this time,” Ed complained. “I know better. I didn’t call anybody names, I didn’t swear on anything I shouldn’t’ve, I didn’t even EAT anything this time.” Ed groaned. “I hate faeries.”
