baroqueangel: ([FMA] Roy/Ed 1)

Title:5/20 (because I fail at titles and I can’t think of anything else)
Words:733
Pairing:It’s Roy/Ed day, what other pairing would I write today?!
Rating:Not even a PG at a guess.
A.N:I haven’t written in forever and I feel so rusty. I wanted to at least do something for today considering how much FMA means to me so I opened up a word document at work and this happened. I wasn’t going to post it because of reasons but I have been informed that it is sweet and that I would be depriving the FMA fandom of it if I didn’t share so here it is. I did a few tweaks when I got home and changed a few bits here and there, I hope it suffices.



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Angel's 520 contribution )

baroqueangel: ([FMA] Roy/Ed 1)
Title: IOU
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: G
Warning: None
Words: 273
Summary: Ed needs time to grow.
A.N: I know it’s not the feel-good fic you’d expect for Roy/Ed day but considering how I originally wanted to end this, this is feel-good. And anyway, it’s Angel fic, do you realise how rare that is >.< Anyway, this is literally just finished but I wanted to post something for 520 day so I apologise for any mistakes. Hope you all had awesome 520 days <3

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Happy 520 day! )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] Havoc)
Title: Surplus to requirements
Pairing/Characters: Havoc et al
Rating: G
Warning: Angsty crappy writing
Words: 186
Summary: Havoc isn’t feeling all that needed.
A.N: So, this happened. I was thinking Havoc needed more love and I did this to him. :/ It’s been a while so I’m a little rusty, apologies for any mistakes.


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OMG, Angel wrote fic, actual new fic. The end is nigh!! )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] Pain/sad Ed)
Title: The Pawn
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Riza, one-sided Ed/Roy
Rating: G
Words: 322
Summary: Ed may be in the game but only as a pawn.
A.N: I wrote this a while ago, even posted it to a comm under my other account because I wasn’t sure I wanted it associated with me as it’s not my usual kind of fic but screw it (I did take it down though before posting it here). I wrote it, I’m going to post it! I’m not really all that happy with it, it needs fixing but I don’t know how so it will have to do as is for now.

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Not my usual kind of fic )
baroqueangel: ([Hetalia] Happy hug)
Title: The stuffed toy
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Al, Trisha
Rating: G (it is disgustingly family friendly)
Warning: none at all!
Words: 542
Summary: Al wants to make Ed feel better
A.N: This is just a silly little drabble that popped into my head. Little Ed and Al wanted to say hi and this is what they came up with. It’s for [livejournal.com profile] evilchuckles because I know she’s not been feeling all that well and I worry and just want to cheer her up a little because I’m daft like that. Feel better soon okay. After all, we can’t have the better Brit feeling down :) It’s pretty much only just been finished so if there are any mistakes, let me know. I haven’t written anything in a while and I just wanted to post it before I decide it sucks and change my mind…

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Disgustingly fluffy right this way... )
baroqueangel: ([Vassalord] black heart glomp)
Title: Just one bite
Chars/Pairs: Charley
Warnings: not a freaking clue
Word Count: 179
Summary: Charles was hungry, really hungry

A.N: I was going to post this at the Hentai contest but someone beat me to it with a fab Vassalord fic so I thought I’d just post this here instead. It kind follows the Lust series I’ve sort of created Lust 1, Lust 2. I can’t get the ending right so you’ll have to make do with this.

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Hide the shame )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] Ed Crazy)
Title: Niorning
Pairing/Characters: Ed
Rating: G
Warning: Daftness, butchery of the English language
Words: 655
Summary: He needed to find just the right word (omg this summary sucks more than usual)
A.N: I’ve been making up new words and since Ed is my voice that means he’s been making up new words :P I am copyrighting this word here and now!! It is my word XD Oh, and I don't really do the beta/edit thing so what you see is fresh from the brain.

Happy birthday C <3 I told you I’d put it in a fic ;) Porn will hopefully follow in a few moments XD

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Ed sat down in front of the computer... )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] chibi ed & al)
Title: Coming Out
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Al, Winry, Pinako
Rating: G
Warning: Complete daftness and sap and fluff and OOCness and just…I can’t believe I wrote this >.<
Words: 636
Summary: Ed finally tells his family something they already know.
A.N: I don’t even. I’m just really feeling the love right now and thought Ed needed a share of it. It’s mostly insane and probably has Ed being completely OOC but whatever, I kind of liked writing it. Plus it didn’t take much for this one to flow so that can only be a good sign right? :) I've probably missed some mistakes, sorry about that ^^; Enjoy <3

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You have to love family and friends )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] Roy)
Title: The Epiphany - pt 2
Pairing/Characters: Roy, mentions of Ed
Rating: G
Warning: Sort of angst
Words: 286
Summary: Roy wonders what’s up with Ed and maybe has an epiphany of his own
A.N: This needed to be written and if I can tease it out there may be more to follow. My brain doesn’t seem to like NaNo month. The ideas are there but getting them down on paper is getting harder to manage. Completely fresh from typing, I've done a cursory check for errors but other than that nothing. Sequel to The Epiphany

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Was there something more between them? )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] chibi ed & al)
Title: The Epiphany
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Al
Rating: G
Warning: Sort of angst, bad ending
Words: 338
Summary: Ed has an epiphany
A.N: This suddenly came to me and I know I’m in hiding but I felt that I needed to share this one at least. The ending isn’t that good but I’ve played with it so much I’m afraid that if I try to play with it anymore it will get worse so you get it like this. Hope you like and it’s another 338 words to add to my NaNo word count.

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It's a lightening bolt )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] Ed Crazy)
Title: The Whore
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Al (mentions of Roy/Ed)
Rating: G
Warning: Daftness, my complete and utter lack of understanding when it comes to science stuff
Words: 296
Summary: Stock checking at the lab leads Ed to think strange things.
A.N: I came up with this idea while slowly waking up so that probably explains the insanity you are about to read. I wanted to write it for [livejournal.com profile] luxquintessence’s birthday. I know you said it has been rescheduled but that has never stopped me before :) Hope you like, feel free to find it not funny :P Happy birthday Lux <3


Open your pressy Lux <3 )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] chibi ed & al)

Title: Life in verse
Pairing/Characters: Mostly Al & Ed
Rating: G (Nothing bad I can think of right now)
Warning: Really bad attempt at poetry!
Words: 535
Summary: Ed’s life in verse
A.N: I don’t know what I was thinking. I just came up with the first line, then a quick few verses and then it kind of ballooned out of control. I think I’ve added too much to be honest; it could more than likely cope with a few less verses and a lot less information. Started a really long time ago and finally finished in honour of National Poetry Month. It sucks, I know but I had a go at something new so I’m happy.

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There was once,,, )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] RoyEd not kissing)
I'm told I don't post enough, I probably don't :/ Sorry about that.

I do this thing I think of as free writing but it’s actually my version of it. I start with a few words and then just let it flow without really much thought. This is the kind of thing that happens

Title: Proud
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Wrath
Rating: G
Warning: Bad writing
Words: 213
Summary: Roy’s so proud of his lover


He was so proud of him... )


Title: Introspection
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Alfons (Implied Roy/Ed)
Rating: G
Warning: Really bad writing
Words: 301
Summary: Ed does some thinking

He stood looking out... )
baroqueangel: ([FMA] RoyEd not kissing)
I'm told I don't post enough, I probably don't :/ Sorry about that.

I do this thing I think of as free writing but it’s actually my version of it. I start with a few words and then just let it flow without really much thought. This is the kind of thing that happens

Title: Proud
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Wrath
Rating: G
Warning: Bad writing
Words: 213
Summary: Roy’s so proud of his lover


He was so proud of him... )


Title: Introspection
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Alfons (Implied Roy/Ed)
Rating: G
Warning: Really bad writing
Words: 301
Summary: Ed does some thinking

He stood looking out... )
baroqueangel: (Default)

Title: Creative writing
Pairing/Characters: Eduard (alternate Ed)
Rating: G
Warning: Don’t think there are any…
Timeline: Sort of AU, before Ed goes through the gate.
Words: 472
Summary: Creative writing assignment??? Not sure what else to put.
A.N: I never know quite why these things pop into my head. It had been a while since I'd posted for a prompt and this popped up and I have no idea why it’s Eduard and just yeah…Written for the 'What if...' prompt. Don't you just love my brain? XD And I am now officially out of old fics to post and actually have to start writing again and finishing my wips ^^;
 

He looked down at the lined paper before him, pen nib hanging just above the crisp, clean surface. Only two words marred the page, What if? What if what? thought Eduard. I can’t believe they are still giving creative writing assignments, I can’t believe we still have to go to school, there’s a war on how does this make sense? How are we supposed to think of anything when every 10 minutes we hear the siren for an air raid?

I suppose there is always writing about what if the war was over but everyone will be doing that. What if…what if…what do I write for what if? His mind was a blank, as white as the paper sat before him. He was having trouble thinking of anything positive with the war torn city just beyond his bedroom walls. Suddenly he sat up straighter, an idea taking over his mind.

Eduard lowered the nib to the paper and let his creativity take over. He wrote about places where there was a boy like him, only shorter, and he had a brother, someone to care about and protect. He wrote of fantastical things like alchemy that actually existed in this world, was more important than science.

People creating fire with a click of their fingers, making magic with a clap of their hands. Creating something out of the simplest of things, falling in love with people they shouldn’t, wanting what they couldn’t have. Mistakes being made for all the right reasons, pain being suffered by someone so young. Hope being squashed by the most evil of people, being brought back to be crushed once again. 

He wasn’t sure where the ideas were flowing from, no that was a lie, they were flowing from his dreams and he wrote them down, pen flying across the surface of the page in an effort to keep up with his mind. He was no longer in control of his hand, something was moving it and he read what he was writing with awe. If only there was such a place…maybe things would be better, no bombs, little war. It’s worth a dream.

When he had finally finished and reread all he had written, he realised that a story as fantastical as any Jules Verne could write sat before him. Maybe it was going too far, after all alchemy was one of the Devil’s practices. He was about to crumple up the paper, throw it away to start again but a noise began that he had grown to despise. He placed the pen down on the table and stood, the air raid siren loud and obnoxious as he glanced quickly into the mirror. That world is almost as fictional as the idea that this war will ever end but still there is always the dream, a what if.
baroqueangel: (Default)

Title: Creative writing
Pairing/Characters: Eduard (alternate Ed)
Rating: G
Warning: Don’t think there are any…
Timeline: Sort of AU, before Ed goes through the gate.
Words: 472
Summary: Creative writing assignment??? Not sure what else to put.
A.N: I never know quite why these things pop into my head. It had been a while since I'd posted for a prompt and this popped up and I have no idea why it’s Eduard and just yeah…Written for the 'What if...' prompt. Don't you just love my brain? XD And I am now officially out of old fics to post and actually have to start writing again and finishing my wips ^^;
 

He looked down at the lined paper before him, pen nib hanging just above the crisp, clean surface. Only two words marred the page, What if? What if what? thought Eduard. I can’t believe they are still giving creative writing assignments, I can’t believe we still have to go to school, there’s a war on how does this make sense? How are we supposed to think of anything when every 10 minutes we hear the siren for an air raid?

I suppose there is always writing about what if the war was over but everyone will be doing that. What if…what if…what do I write for what if? His mind was a blank, as white as the paper sat before him. He was having trouble thinking of anything positive with the war torn city just beyond his bedroom walls. Suddenly he sat up straighter, an idea taking over his mind.

Eduard lowered the nib to the paper and let his creativity take over. He wrote about places where there was a boy like him, only shorter, and he had a brother, someone to care about and protect. He wrote of fantastical things like alchemy that actually existed in this world, was more important than science.

People creating fire with a click of their fingers, making magic with a clap of their hands. Creating something out of the simplest of things, falling in love with people they shouldn’t, wanting what they couldn’t have. Mistakes being made for all the right reasons, pain being suffered by someone so young. Hope being squashed by the most evil of people, being brought back to be crushed once again. 

He wasn’t sure where the ideas were flowing from, no that was a lie, they were flowing from his dreams and he wrote them down, pen flying across the surface of the page in an effort to keep up with his mind. He was no longer in control of his hand, something was moving it and he read what he was writing with awe. If only there was such a place…maybe things would be better, no bombs, little war. It’s worth a dream.

When he had finally finished and reread all he had written, he realised that a story as fantastical as any Jules Verne could write sat before him. Maybe it was going too far, after all alchemy was one of the Devil’s practices. He was about to crumple up the paper, throw it away to start again but a noise began that he had grown to despise. He placed the pen down on the table and stood, the air raid siren loud and obnoxious as he glanced quickly into the mirror. That world is almost as fictional as the idea that this war will ever end but still there is always the dream, a what if.
baroqueangel: (Baroqueangel)

Title: Deep in thought.
Characters: Ed, Al
Rating: G
Warning: Bad attempt at humour?
Timeline: Any time during any series when they’re on a train.
Words: 206
Summary: Ed’s been thinking.
A.N: It kind of resembles what I was going for when I first thought of it. It’ll do :) This was written for the prompt 'Cows' at the fic contest. A bit of bad humour to cheer people up and I promise I'll stop posting for today ^^; And now I need to go looking for an Ed, Al icon :D
 

“I don’t get it.” Al was startled by his brother’s sudden words. Ed had been staring through the window of the train for hours, undoubtedly working out some new equation, a new circle, something critical to their search.

He looked perplexed and utterly confused and Al wondered just what new idea could do that to a genius of alchemy. It must be something huge and he thought he should offer his help.

“Brother, what don’t you get?” Al waited for what would surely be a profound answer.

“Cows!” Al almost fell off the train seat. He must have heard wrong, there was no way his brother just said cows; it must be his helmet, something wrong with the soul bond.

“Brother, what did you just say? I think I heard wrong.” He hoped he’d heard wrong.

“Cows, I don’t get them.” If Al was human, if he’d had a real face he was sure that it would look completely confused, bewildered and shocked right now and it only got worse. “How can they taste so good to eat but also be the source of the vilest liquid known to man?”

A loud sound reverberated around the carriage as a large suit of armour hit the floor.
baroqueangel: (Baroqueangel)

Title: Deep in thought.
Characters: Ed, Al
Rating: G
Warning: Bad attempt at humour?
Timeline: Any time during any series when they’re on a train.
Words: 206
Summary: Ed’s been thinking.
A.N: It kind of resembles what I was going for when I first thought of it. It’ll do :) This was written for the prompt 'Cows' at the fic contest. A bit of bad humour to cheer people up and I promise I'll stop posting for today ^^; And now I need to go looking for an Ed, Al icon :D
 

“I don’t get it.” Al was startled by his brother’s sudden words. Ed had been staring through the window of the train for hours, undoubtedly working out some new equation, a new circle, something critical to their search.

He looked perplexed and utterly confused and Al wondered just what new idea could do that to a genius of alchemy. It must be something huge and he thought he should offer his help.

“Brother, what don’t you get?” Al waited for what would surely be a profound answer.

“Cows!” Al almost fell off the train seat. He must have heard wrong, there was no way his brother just said cows; it must be his helmet, something wrong with the soul bond.

“Brother, what did you just say? I think I heard wrong.” He hoped he’d heard wrong.

“Cows, I don’t get them.” If Al was human, if he’d had a real face he was sure that it would look completely confused, bewildered and shocked right now and it only got worse. “How can they taste so good to eat but also be the source of the vilest liquid known to man?”

A loud sound reverberated around the carriage as a large suit of armour hit the floor.

I forgot!!

Oct. 16th, 2010 02:12 pm
baroqueangel: (Ed avatar)

Title: Black cats
Pairing/Characters: Ed
Rating: G
Warning: Stupidity?? Bad writing??
Timeline: Any really.
Words: 165
Summary: Some superstitions can’t be denied. Al’s love of kitties causes Ed some problems.
A.N: This took longer than it should have. I knew what I wanted to write but I just couldn’t seem to get the words to flow. I’m kind of disappointed with it but I wanted to post something for the prompt. I know the title is very unimaginative. I wrote this for the prompt 'Superstition' at [livejournal.com profile] fma_fic_contest  quite a while ago and have only just realised that I forgot to post it here ^^; And after reading [livejournal.com profile] bloody_winged 's latest fic - which is amazing, I thought some basic daftness would help :)

Ed had never really believed in superstitions. All that spilling salt, walking under a ladder or breaking a mirror nonsense was just that, nonsense. Superstitions had been created by people who didn’t have an explanation for something. Science and alchemy could explain everything and Ed was convinced of that.

Or at least he had been. Lying on his back in the middle of the floor with a piece of fish on his forehead was forcing him to rethink his ideas. That whole stupidity about black cats crossing your path causing trouble seemed quite real right about now. 

Was it the superstition itself that had brought him to this? Very doubtful. It was more likely to be the result of six black cats curling themselves around his feet as he walked. Those same cats now eating his fish from his forehead, each one purring quite loudly as they wolfed down his dinner.

 As he lay there he wondered if there were any superstitions relating to fratricide.
 


I forgot!!

Oct. 16th, 2010 02:12 pm
baroqueangel: (Ed avatar)

Title: Black cats
Pairing/Characters: Ed
Rating: G
Warning: Stupidity?? Bad writing??
Timeline: Any really.
Words: 165
Summary: Some superstitions can’t be denied. Al’s love of kitties causes Ed some problems.
A.N: This took longer than it should have. I knew what I wanted to write but I just couldn’t seem to get the words to flow. I’m kind of disappointed with it but I wanted to post something for the prompt. I know the title is very unimaginative. I wrote this for the prompt 'Superstition' at [livejournal.com profile] fma_fic_contest  quite a while ago and have only just realised that I forgot to post it here ^^; And after reading [livejournal.com profile] bloody_winged 's latest fic - which is amazing, I thought some basic daftness would help :)

Ed had never really believed in superstitions. All that spilling salt, walking under a ladder or breaking a mirror nonsense was just that, nonsense. Superstitions had been created by people who didn’t have an explanation for something. Science and alchemy could explain everything and Ed was convinced of that.

Or at least he had been. Lying on his back in the middle of the floor with a piece of fish on his forehead was forcing him to rethink his ideas. That whole stupidity about black cats crossing your path causing trouble seemed quite real right about now. 

Was it the superstition itself that had brought him to this? Very doubtful. It was more likely to be the result of six black cats curling themselves around his feet as he walked. Those same cats now eating his fish from his forehead, each one purring quite loudly as they wolfed down his dinner.

 As he lay there he wondered if there were any superstitions relating to fratricide.
 


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