Crossover Fic - Muse'verse: "Force"

Jun. 16th, 2013 08:41 pm
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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.”
scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
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Title: Bad Haircut
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

“It’s not that bad,” Edward said, combing his fingers through his bangs distractedly. “It’s not really THAT bad, is it?"

There was silence from the peanut gallery, that was never a good sign. Edward tugged at his bangs again, and looked over to Rian, who had somehow managed to perfect a disturbingly familiar poker face in the last twenty minutes. "Rian, help me out here!"

Alphonse ran his hand down his face, lingering over his mouth. "Brother,” he said with a sigh. “Did you do that to yourself? Why would you do that-?"

Edward’s look turned plaintive. "It is. It is that bad. Oh, hell, I have to go into work like this-"

Winry gave up all semblance of composure and folded over herself, howling with laughter. This startled Alphonse slightly, who glanced at her, bewildered, looked to Edward - who had gone to the mirror hanging in the hallway and was trying to twist around enough to see the back of his head - and then passed his glance over to Rian. "What?” he asked, befuddled. “I mean, it’s funny, it looks like Sarah took her scissors to him while he slept on the couch or something…."

Rian raised one eyebrow, the grin barely contained on his face. Alphonse sat back and groaned, and then looked over at Winry, who was still cackling. "Please tell me you didn’t encourage this."

"I told her,” Winry wiped tears from her eyes. “I told her to go play with him, I didn’t realize he had fallen asleep, or that she had found the scissors."

Edward yowled from the hallway like someone had stepped on his tail. "Why is the back of my hair PINK!?"

There was a pause, and then this time Alphonse and Rian both joined Winry in her contagious laughter.
scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
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Title: At the Park
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

If he was lucky, sometimes Edward was able to sneak out of the office for lunch. The preliminary portion of the yearly State Alchemist examinations was over, and while his desk was buried under a perpetual avalanche of overdue reports, there were no meetings keeping him in the office during the usual lunch hour.

Another point in his favor was that Captain Hawkeye was out of the office, so he only had to skirt Pvt. Cushler, who was reading a Timothy Quick novel at his desk instead of doing - whatever it was that he was supposed to be doing.

It was not quite summer yet; the sun high and hot in the cloudless blue sky, but the solstice had not yet passed. Not far off base was a large park full of market vendors and food carts - it was a popular place, full of families and office workers, with nearly every third person clad in the familiar blue of the military uniform. He purchased his lunch, a sandwich and coffee, and found an abandoned park bench further away from the frolicking children and chatter of adults.

It was a peaceful respite, to eat lunch outside in the shade of large, old trees. After so many years on the road, traveling by foot and the occasional camping out, he missed being able to be outdoors with the same frequency.

“Colonel Elric!"

Edward looked up - the notion of privacy on his lunch break was a thing of the past, especially if he left the sanctity of his office. Fortunately, though, he recognized the voice, and it was all he could do to keep a relieved smile off his face. "Rian, you’re still supposed to be in the South."

Rian Martin grinned as he trotted up. "Train got in early.”
scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
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Title: Blurry Edges
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

Sometimes Edward slept at his desk, the exhaustion of a long day dragging down on him, to the point where he propped himself up with his automail hand to keep from smudging ink across his face when he nodded off. Those were the worst days, the days where they went from dawn past dusk and into the night, reports stacked high in the inbox, or the soldiers being mustered for conflicts at the border.

He had never been much of a soldier, always the loose cannon, never fit for following orders. It was a miracle of miracles that he hadn’t been bounced out of the military over insubordination or worse - but there was a particular kind of luck that came with being Edward Elric.

(A particularly sick and twisted kind of luck - but it was still luck nonetheless.)

And sometimes, when he dozed at his desk, he would dream of Roy. Roy smiling softly, hazy in the sunlight; he would lean over Edward and brush his hair back, kiss his forehead, and then fade into his most pleasant of memories. Edward always woke with the most peculiar feeling after those dreams, the sense of loss palpable in his gut … how much had he actually accomplished, in the wake of Roy’s death? Years of work, in the field and at this desk, running in circles - had he really accomplished anything?

But then there were the times that he woke at the contact, and swore for a moment that the dream was real - until Rian’s dark eyes registered that Edward didn’t see him and he stepped away, expression guarded. No matter how many times it happened, no matter how quickly Edward registered the correction, the wound was always there.

Soon, Rian stopped waking him from those dreams.

FMA Fic - Reverse'verse: "Morning"

Jun. 2nd, 2013 02:41 pm
scriveyner: (Reverse'verse - The Colonel)
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Title: Morning
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Reverse'verse
Word Count: 300

“You have three minutes to get your ass out of bed,” Rian yelled from the kitchen, flatware clinking in the sink as he rinsed off a plate. “Or I will get the hose, this time!"

There had been no movement from the bedroom since Rian had rolled out of bed at the crack of dawn. Occasionally the overwhelming scent of coffee could cause the beast to emerge from its slumber - or even the sound of eggs sizzling in a skillet - but both weapons were ineffective today. So he had to resort to plan C.

He wiped off the plate with a clean towel, and as he turned to place it in the strainer, he saw Edward standing muzzily in the doorway. "Finally,” Rian said, and Edward squinted at him, and scratched his tangled hair with one hand.

“Do I even have a hose?” he asked, and Rian thrust a mug of coffee in his hands.

“Hell if I know.” He pointed Edward toward the kitchen table, where Rian had cleaned from the strewn mess of newspapers and classified reports that Edward wasn’t supposed to be taking home. “Don’t get coffee on the Briggs report, it’s the only copy we’ve got and Hawkeye’ll kill me."

Edward shuffled the file Rian had been reading out of the danger zone, and paused. "You’re not cleared for this,” he said.

“And you’re not supposed to be bringing classified documents home,” Rian retorted pointedly. “Alphonse’d kill you if he knew."

"He gave me this one.” Edward had not put it down yet, but held it clear of his coffee. “Something to do with … oh, oh I remember this one.” He closed it and snorted, tossing it on the pile. “Yeti, or something."

"Well, it did make for good breakfast reading,” Rian said.
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
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Title: Enigmatic
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Alphonse Elric sat across from his older brother on the train and pointedly ignored the fact that Edward kept shifting in his seat. The hard train benches were not usually that much of a bother to Edward - or at least, not usually until much, much farther along on their journey.

Edward was at least trying not to make a big deal of his discomfort. Thankfully. Alphonse particularly liked to pretend that he did not know the source of the issue - there were some things he just simply did not want to think about. Edward had spent the night with Roy doing “research” (is THAT what they were calling it these days? Alphonse wasn’t blind, and Edward still changed in front of him … and a certain someone left hickeys where clothing would usually cover) and had come back cheery and chipper and not at all affected until he very gingerly sat down opposite Alphonse.

Upon rare occasion, the armor was useful.

Included upon those occasions were the massive, full-body blush of realization he would have had otherwise.

At first, he was hurt that Edward didn’t seem inclined to reveal his relationship with the colonel to his little brother. After all, they shared pretty much everything else. However, he soon realized that Edward figured Alphonse already knew. His brother was pretty forthwith with most things - except the things that he hadn’t quite worked through yet - so he was probably still dealing with the emotional baggage of being involved with Colonel Mustang. That, or he had decided already this was just a physical thing and felt no need to mention it otherwise.

Alphonse saw the way he looked at the Colonel when he thought no one was watching; there was no way it was anything else but THAT.
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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.”
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Title: Always Against
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Whenever he needed to clear his head, there was always Alphonse.

Edward bounded across the grass, his bare foot sliding slightly as he angled himself to absorb the attack and return it, his automail pinging off of Alphonse’s tough armor exterior. There were few things in this world that he didn’t have to pull his punches against, and currently his little brother was at the top of that list.

Alphonse caught his foot and flipped him, but Edward caught himself before he could land on his back, spinning on his hands and turning the momentum to his advantage.

It was cathartic, sparring like this. He could focus all of his energy, all of his pent-up frustration and anger into the satisfying chorus of metal against metal. He didn’t have to think about how Mustang was driving him crazy, didn’t have to think about how the man made him feel things he didn’t understand or know how to deal with, he didn’t have to think about his guilt and the weight of the world - he had to live in the moment, in this very moment and pay attention to what REALLY mattered ….

…which currently was not allowing Al to knock his fucking block off.

Alphonse caught him in midair, the impact of his arm (spikes faced the other way, thank goodness) driving all the breath from Edward’s lungs as he was forced back the way he came. He staggered back, feet sliding on the dew-slick grass and a leg sweep took him down.

His brother immobilized him with one heavy boot, the treads digging into his flesh where his shirt rode up. “Pinned you,” Alphonse said cheerfully, not the slightest trace of exertion in his voice.

Edward wheezed and banged on Al’s foot with his hand. “Lemme up, Al!”
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.

Fullmetal Alchemist Fic - "Cafe"

May. 29th, 2013 01:57 pm
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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.
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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.

Fullmetal Alchemist Fic - "Last Kiss"

May. 24th, 2013 01:05 pm
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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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Title: Swallowed Pride
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

The quiet patter of rain on the window woke Roy from a listless sleep. He opened his eyes slowly, the room now lit by the murky light of dawn through a spring shower.

The couch always left him with a crick in his back, but it was better than sleeping in the bed. The bed reminded him of things he couldn’t have - absolution, a decent night’s sleep, blond hair spilled out over a tan back - and it was better to spend a short, restless night on a hard couch than to stare at the ceiling and count the ticking seconds until dawn.

He was getting worse. Even Havoc had noticed - Riza usually would not say anything unless she found it necessary, there was no point in hiding it from her - but to have slipped so far as to let the other members of his command easily notice?

He paused in the foyer - and squinted at the second set of boots. Usually it was only his, the military boots cast off and then set upright in some modicum of dignity - but this was a pair of scuffed, red-soled combat boots.

Roy drug his hand through his hair and stared at the shoes in confusion. Then he turned and moved quickly down the hall, to where the door to his bedroom stood open to greet him.

He was sleeping on Roy’s side of the bed, curled around a pillow, blond hair worked loose from a tight plait, the dim light glinting off of his automail.

Roy sank into a seated position in the doorway, held upright only by the doorframe itself. He couldn’t reconcile this sight with reality, no matter where the blood supply in his body was headed, this wasn’t real. It could not be.

Fullmetal Alchemist Fic - "Done For"

May. 22nd, 2013 01:02 pm
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Title: Done For
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

It is late, he is tired and hungry and so completely done with paperwork that the thought of burning the remainder of the stack to ashes had been the foremost thought on his mind for an hour. The only thing saving the aforementioned stack of paperwork was the fact that there would be far more gruesome things in store for him in the morning if Lieutenant Hawkeye came in and found a bin full of ashes beside his desk.

Roy groaned and put his head on his arms. The office was mostly dark, everyone was gone for the evening and he could, for a brief moment, let the mask slide and just enjoy a good sulk. It was his own damn fault he let the reports get so far behind, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t stew in self-pity for a while.

Or, perhaps even fantasize about a certain petite, blond-haired….

No. No, he threw the emergency brake on that train of thought and sat up quickly. He was tired, that was the explanation, he was tired and he let his guard down and he didn’t have the time to sit here and psychoanalyze how fucked up his brain was to even divert in that direction. He was not going to have explicit fantasies about a subordinate.

Especially not an underage, male one.

Roy scrubbed both of his hands over his face and sighed. He needed to send Fullmetal out of Central City yesterday, he simply could not concentrate on his work when thoughts of that leather-clad ass dominated his mind.

Leather-clad, tightly toned, leaves-nothing-to-the-imagination … he was thankful that Fullmetal wore that accursed red coat most of the time, at least it meant he wouldn’t be caught gawking in public.

HELL, he had to stop thinking about Edward’s ass.
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[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: An Opening
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: None
Word Count: 300

Roy Mustang was quite possibly the most guarded person Edward had met in all his travels. He kept his armor up in every situation - on the street, in the office, even the rare times that he himself came to check on the brothers’ progress in the the library. There were no chinks to be found in that silky smooth demeanor, placating yet calculating, and Mustang watched everything with razor-sharp attention.

What he didn’t seem to realize was that Edward was watching HIM.

Edward loved puzzles. It was perhaps a side-effect of his passion for alchemy; what greater puzzle was there than elements themselves, and the perfect configuration of lines that would create the ideal transmutation? And Mustang was a puzzle all right, and that captured Edward’s attention randomly, and wholly.

It was somewhere in there that the dreams started; but like Alphonse, Edward simply pretended that had nothing to do with anything, and his beginning-to-be-daily bolts to the bathroom first thing in the morning were just becoming par for the course.

It all came to a head quickly, with Roy sitting behind his desk sighing melodramatically about Edward’s atrocious report-writing capabilities and Edward just staring at him. Roy looked up, a little nonplussed at the attention, and said something he would likely regret to the end of his days.

“What’s the matter, Fullmetal?” Roy sat forward, one elbow on the desk and his chin in his hand, clearly intending to scare him off with his best sultry, woman-killing smile. “See something you like?"

The air evaporated from Edward’s lungs, he couldn’t have replied if he wanted to. The entirety of his obsession came crashing down on him at once, and everything moved into crystal-clear focus.

He smiled shakily, eyes far too bright as he met Roy’s gaze evenly. "Yes.”

Fullmetal Alchemist Fic - "Simple"

May. 20th, 2013 12:57 pm
scriveyner: (Default - Edward)
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Title: Simple
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count: 300

“Brother,” Alphonse said, and Edward ducked his head again, ignoring the suit of armor next to him and finding the front-facing painting far more interesting. Alphonse sighed, placed both of his gauntlets on Edward’s shoulders, and steered him back toward the street.

“Hey, hey, HEY-” Edward bellowed as his brother bulled him forward. Pedestrians mostly ignored them both, Edward throwing a tantrum in the market not far from base was, sadly, not an uncommon occurrence. “Al, stop- AL STOP-"

"No, brother,” Alphonse’s voice was firm. “You keep turning tail and running and changing the subject and it’s time you stopped."

"I AM NOT RUNNING AWAY!"

Volume was Edward’s go-to whenever Alphonse overpowered him (which in this form was often). Alphonse stopped, but did not let his brother loose. Edward squirmed under his hands. "You really want to have this discussion right here?"

"I don’t even know what I’m supposed t'be running away FROM."

Alphonse leaned down in, his helmet scraping along his helm as he did so, bringing it in close. "I saw you kiss the colonel, brother."

Seven words, uttered in a low tone, and Edward froze up, every muscle locked, his eyes wide and his face flushed red. Alphonse resisted the urge to sigh again, instead he scooped up Edward and arranged him over his shoulder, avoiding the spikes. "Honestly, brother,” he said, as Edward continued his impersonation of a dead fish. “You don’t see the colonel acting like this."

Those words brought Edward to life again, and he kicked his boots off of Alphonse’s empty chest cavity. "That’s because that bastard couldn’t be embarrassed over something to save his fuckin’ life!” His boots made a hollow pinging noise as he kicked again. “Al, put me DOWN, fucking HELL-"

"Nope,” Alphonse said. “We’re going to see the colonel.”
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[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: Spilled Coffee
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
Word Count: 300

Roy took a sip from his mug without looking at it, and spit the coffee right back into the cup. The action startled Lieutenant Havoc, who was mid-sentence, and he paused, unsure. Roy ignored him, wiped his mouth with the back of a gloved hand, and stared down into the coffee cup suspiciously.

“Sir…?” Havoc offered cautiously.

“Has Fullmetal been around the percolator?” Roy asked, sloshing the contents of the mug and watching the sludge move around in slow circles. “I think he "fixed” it again.“

The coffee that Edward made on his own more often than not resembled motor fuel. Roy was unsure at what point he had killed all his tastebuds, but when left to his own devices around the percolator, the entire office suffered. "Havoc, fix this."

"Yes, sir.” Lieutenant Havoc saluted, scooped up Roy’s mug, and bolted from the office. Roy growled and rubbed his forehead, irritated at the turn of events. Edward never used to be a common staple of the garrison. The fact that he had tethered himself into Central Command for the foreseeable future was beginning to give Roy heartburn. It wasn’t that he was incompetent; quite the opposite, when put to a task Edward was surprisingly single-minded, and he had been diligent about his paperwork even if his reports read like a petulant schoolchild’s. No, it was the conflict in personalities that had been a quaint amusement at first, but now was serving as the catalyst to Roy going prematurely grey.

They were too much alike, and that was the root of the problem. Roy scrubbed a hand through his hair, and only realized when some of his hair stuck to the glove that was the one he had used to wipe his mouth.

This day was off to a spectacular start.

Crossover Fic - Muse'verse: "Merry"

May. 18th, 2013 12:53 pm
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: Merry
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

It was still cool enough that the air conditioning did not need to be turned on - the windows were open and the clatter of dishware and the chatter of many different people floated through, carried on the cool night air. Kenshin smiled, leaning against the porch railing, and stared off into the night.

The strange thing was that this was comfortable, now. Certainly there were the lion’s share of fights to be broken up, Elrics were largely territorial beasts and having so many coexisting in the same environment was a case study waiting to happen. There was one thing for certain, life in the Kansaki Sou was never dull.

Laughter close by caught his attention, and Kenshin glanced over his shoulder. The front door banged noisily - they had to install a screen door to keep the dogs from roaming as they pleased - and it was Sariel, dragging his Roy by one hand and grinning widely. Kenshin watched with a smile as the two angels disappeared into the darkness, leaving a trail of feathers behind them.

“Ah, there you are,” Edward said as he popped his head out the door. Kenshin straightened and took the barest moment to be certain - before relaxing his posture. This was his Edward, he did not even need to check for the ring.

“Tell me you’re not looking for me in regards to clean-up duty,” Kenshin said, and Edward grinned. The light coming through the windows made his hair shine like the sun, even in the darkness outside.

“I’m sure you’ll be in turns relieved and horrified to know it’s the werewolf and the vampires,” Edward reported dutifully. Kenshin sighed, and Edward bumped his shoulder into Kenshin’s companionably. “Nice night,” he said, and Kenshin put his arm around Edward.

“Now it is.”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: Deviation
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rise of the Guardians
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Edward was leaning back in the porch chair, his bare feet crossed on the railing and challenging steadily the Law of Gravity, trying to push his balancing act as far as it could go. It wasn’t quite dark yet, Roy was still asleep and Rian had skedaddled off to who-knows-where, running amuck with his erstwhile twin and the three musketeers.

He was bored as hell. That was probably good, all things considered - the first few months it was hard to be bored what with the hunters eyeing him and his kin as if they had giant red targets painted on their backs, but fortunately they were all concerned with their own business at current and left him well enough alone.

He sighed, and folded his arms behind his head, just in time to witness a kid with white hair land lightly on the railing beside his feet.

There were stranger occurrences to be had here, so that really didn’t faze him as much as it would have normally. The kid was looking around like he didn’t see Edward, so Edward nudged his leg with a bare foot. A shiver ran up his spine, touching the kid felt like a blast of the arctic. “Hey ,you looking for someone?"

He jumped like he was shot. Edward watched with some amusement as he leaped away along the railing, staring at Edward with bewilderment. "You can see me?"

"Duh.” Edward shifted. “Why, shouldn’t I?"

"Aren’t you an adult?” He was being peered at like a lab specimen, Edward didn’t care for that.

“Depends on who you ask.” He shrugged, not moving his arms from behind his head. “Question still stands, you looking for someone?"

"Yeah,” the kid said, straightening. “I’ll find him elsewhere."

Edward watched him disappear off the porch. "Suit yourself.”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: Too Close to Home
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

“So,” Roy asked, standing in the doorway to the bedroom. “I have to admit, I am morbidly curious. How did I die?"

Edward jumped, his back had been to the door, sitting at the desk crowded against the wall near the closet. Rian must have left the door open when he left earlier, and Edward had been so lost in his book that he hadn’t noticed Mustang’s presence until he spoke. He turned sharply in his seat and glared over his reading glasses at the man, standing there so casually.

"That’s,” Edward seethed, and swallowed the words that bubbled up in his gut, nestling darkly there. “No. I don’t have to talk about that with you, that’s none of your business."

It had taken years, long years to bury that wound. It no longer festered, but it was never going to truly heal. And here he was confronted with not one, but two mirrors of the man he had loved so deeply … men who were already content with their own versions of himself.

This place did THINGS to people’s emotions, and he certainly did not like it one bit.

This Roy was one who shared a similar history with his own - not quite the same, but not as strikingly different as the vampire. Edward sighed and shoved his glasses up his nose, thinking dark thoughts about the military and finding somewhere in there the composure he had carefully cultured over the years.

"I’m sorry,” Mustang said after a moment. “I didn’t mean to dredge up old wounds.” He actually sounded genuine in his apology, and more unguarded than his Roy would have ever been.

“My past is none of your concern,” Edward said shortly. “I’ll thank you to stay out of my business, and keep to your own."
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: Empty Bar
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Kenshin stood in front of the refrigerator in the basement and sighed. It was an older model, the one that once stood in the kitchen until Edward accidentally lit the ice maker on fire. (There had never been a satisfactory explanation as to why the ice maker had been lit on fire, or how, for that matter - but one thing Kenshin had learned was that when he heard Edward go “oops, oops, oh SHIT” he simply Did Not Want To Know.) The freezer portion may have been out of commission, but the actual fridge portion still worked, and they used that to store the booze.

Most of the time.

Right now, most of the long-neck bottles were gone, there was a mysterious, wrapped object nestled in the middle of the shelf and the remaining bottles of beer were crowded around it. The hard liquor in the door was untouched.

So now, the question remained - did Kenshin really want to know what that wrapped bundle was, and whose fault was it?

The majority of the residents didn’t drink much - the werewolf Ed, the angel Roy, and Rian’s Edward were the ones who often made the biggest dent in the reserves. The hunters, thankfully, kept to their own stash; the lot of them were functioning alcoholics and generally bad influences. Kenshin reasoned that they spent most of their grocery budget on beer, judging only by the recycling bin in the garage.

He sighed, and leaned his arm on the open door. He didn’t want to touch the bundle, but his curiosity was getting the better of him. It was the wrong size and shape to be a human head - he hadn’t forgiven Kennichi for that prank yet, either - but there was no telling WHAT it could be.
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: Lullabye
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

“What are you humming?” Roy asked, and Edward started, surprised out of his reverie.

“Humming?” Edward repeated, nonplussed. They were in bed together, for the first time in a long while - Edward had been off doing THINGS, important THINGS that for some reason he felt he needed to keep from Roy. Roy didn’t so much mind anymore, he had gotten used to Edward’s quirks and besides, it wasn’t as if he never kept anything from Edward.

It was nice, just to lay together. Edward had a book, as he often did, and Roy lay on his side watching Edward read. It was a fun thing to do, as Edward was an active reader, his face contorted and he would occasionally read entire words or phrases with his mouth, trying the words without actually speaking them. It was adorable.

Tonight, however, it was a simple melody that Edward hummed, notes strung together almost haphazardly, the tune soft and almost motherly.

And Edward didn’t appear to notice that he was doing it at all.

Roy ran his fingers through Edward’s hair, tugging at the long ends. “You were humming to yourself,” he said, and then he started humming the tune right back.

“Oh,” Edward said, a faint blush pink on his nose. “That’s, uh, that’s a lullaby my mother used to sing when she was putting Alphonse down.” He scratched his nose with a finger, and looked embarrassed.

“That’s lovely,” Roy said. Edward looked surprised at his response, and looked away.

“Thought you were gonna make fun of me,” he said gruffly, and Roy laid his head on his arms, watching Edward still. “Al had trouble sleeping after mom died, so I had to sing it to him to calm him when we slept together on the floor in dad’s study.”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: In the Red
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

Roy’s fangs on his neck were delicate, a strange feeling as he traced the skin down to the best possible location. The sensation of those needle-sharp teeth on his bared neck made Edward shudder, and he couldn’t help the noise that escaped when Roy finally bit him.

He couldn’t move his head, it was held firm by one of Roy’s hands, tight in his hair; but he really didn’t want to. That intoxicating warm feeling as Roy drank, there was no pain except for that brief flare of the initial bite, nothing but warmth and sensation and lust.

They didn’t do this as often here, Roy had an entire fridge full of fresh blood bags he and Rian could both feast on. There was not a need for fresh blood, but werewolf blood tickled the senses of a vampire like no other. Edward licked his lips and swallowed, as Roy lifted his head, mouth stained with Edward’s own blood.

There was a clatter, and Roy looked up sharply. Edward turned his head slowly, a little drowsy from the blood loss, and got to witness one of the other Edwards standing stock-still in the hallway, flushed solid red. Edward had left the door open.

Roy grinned wickedly, his eyes turned gold by Edward’s blood. He held out his hand to the doorway, and practically purred. “You can join us, if you’d like."

After a long moment, the Edward in the hallway gave up and fled, leaving his dishes overturned on the floor. Roy laughed, hearty and free, and Edward poked him.

"That was mean,” he scolded, and Roy captured his hand and kissed the palm, leaving a smear of blood behind.

“I would,” he murmured against Edward’s hand. “Drink his blood, if he accepted."

"I know,” Edward said, and kissed him.
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
[personal profile] scriveyner
Title: Too Blurry
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

“I do not,” Edward repeated, as Rian adjusted the frames on his face, “need GLASSES."

Rian ignored him, adjusting the frames again and brushing his fingers through Edward’s bangs. "I think they look fine,” he said. “You’re always squinting at things, probably ‘cause you read all the time in crappy lighting. This’ll help!"

Edward glared up at Rian over the frames, and Rian smiled cheerfully. "They look good on you, promise."

"I look like a librarian,” Edward declared, and crossed his arms to pout.

“Are you - are you seriously pouting?” Rian put his hands on Edward’s shoulders, and knocked his forehead into Edward’s. “How are you older than me, again?"

Before Rian could pull away, Edward captured his jaw with his hand, and kissed him. Rian jerked, a little surprised, but Edward had him, and after a second he relaxed. When they parted, Rian had flushed red, and Edward grinned lazily. "That’s how,” he murmured, and Rian shoved him.

Edward flopped back on the bed and laughed. Rian rolled his eyes, still flushed red, and snapped shut the case the glasses came in. “Just try them?” he suggested. “I’m sure they’ll help."

"I can see fine,” Edward complained. “This is just because you like me in glasses, isn’t it."

Rian climbed on the bed next to him. "I dunno, I think the librarian look is sexy,” he teased, and Edward’s eyebrows went up. “We should put your hair up in a bun, get you a blouse and a skirt-"

"Hold on a second,” Edward said.

“I wonder how you’d look in heels,” Rian mused, sitting back on his knees.

“I didn’t agree to that,” Edward said. “You have to listen to me, I outrank you."

Rian straddled Edward, his hands spread on Edward’s chest. "I bet you’d look hot.”
scriveyner: (Musebox - OTP: Kenshin & Edward)
[personal profile] scriveyner
Title:
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist, Rurouni Kenshin
AU: Muse'verse
Word Count: 300

One of the benefits of the master bedroom meant that it got the full brunt of the morning sun. Filtered through the glass and the messily-closed blinds, it created a slow-bake environment until the two bodies sprawled across the bed finally started to stir. Edward woke first, burrowed half under Kenshin, his automail arm tucked under his chest and his head nestled securely against Kenshin’s throat.

He inhaled, sighed, and closed his eyes. Even despite the stifling warmth, he did not want to move. But soon Kenshin would wake - if he had not already - and they would clamber out of bed and shower and get on with their day.

These few moments, though - they were absolute bliss. Safety and security and comfort; things that he had never presumed he would be allowed to have. And yet, he kept moving forward, toward a truth that would cleave him from the same comfort he took solace in.

It was too early to think melancholy thoughts like that. Edward yawned, and started to move, pushing himself upright with both hands. Kenshin’s hand shot out, grabbed his flesh arm by the wrist, and yanked him back down, face-first into the pillows.

He huffed into the pillow. “I knew you were awake,” he muttered, and Kenshin shoved him in the flesh shoulder.

“You’re gloomy,” Kenshin said, his voice thick with sleep. “I don’t like it when you’re gloomy."

"I’m not gloomy,” Edward rolled up onto his side and fought the terror in his gut at the thought that Kenshin already knew. “I just woke up."

Kenshin captured Edward’s hand - his real, flesh hand - and pulled it toward him, kissing the knuckles. Edward flushed from hairline on down, and Kenshin smiled at him. "You are a horrible liar,” he said softly.

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