Stray Dog

Title: Monster
Series: Both
Word Count: 163
Rating: PG
Characters: Kimblee, random Ishballan
Summary: How was he any different from the other monsters?
Warnings: It’s Kimblee, isn’t that warning enough?
A.N: For the blind challenge prompt 175, Boom, at fma_fic_contest. I didn't place but there were some awesome fics so I'm fine with that :)

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He loved his job, he got to do so many fun things. After all, no other job would pay for you to blow things, and people, up and he did love a good explosion.

He knew the other alchemists called him a monster and he got it, he did, but what did they think was so monstrous? He didn’t do anything all that different from them, Flame burned them alive, he blew them up. Where was the difference?

An Ishballan man ran towards him with a knife, the intent to kill plain in his eyes. He disarmed him easily and then wrapped his hands around the man’s wrists. Blue light shone for a moment, when it stopped he released the man and watched as he staggered away, his eyes now showing fear.

With a smile on his face he whispered one word under his breath as he watched the scared Ishballan run for his life before everything exploded into light and noise.

“Boom!”

Title: Flinch
Pairing/Characters: Al, mentions of others
Rating: G – family friendly
Warning: angst??
Words: 170
Summary: Al wonders why it’s only him.

Title: Denial
Word Count: 135
Rating: PG for a bit of language
Characters: Vic, Ed
Summary: Ed and Vic have a chat
Warnings: Stupidity ??

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.

Title: Only in my dreams
Series: Sort of AU ish I think.
Word count: 1,580
Pairing: Roy/Fem!Ed
Rating: NC - 17
Summary: Ed gets a surprise from his dreams. (Yes that summary sucks, I know)
Warnings: Little bit of Het loving (Oh God help me, I’ve written het 0.o) Slightly OOC (maybe a bit more than slightly). Abuse of italics, swearing, only checked through once so probably some mistakes too.
A.N: This is sort of a trial run for something else I’m writing. I can’t believe I turned to het, I think my brain may have melted. It started as something else but my brain jumped a few times and changed to this. Forgive me any mistakes, not used to writing fem!Ed, let alone het. I’m really not happy with the ending but I have no idea how I could end it any other way. I wrote this for the Genderswitch prompt at the fic contest and I so very failed but considering I never thought I'd write het I don't suppose I hate it that much ^^;
 

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?”

Title: Understanding
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13 just in case
Warning: Angst, written while tired.
Timeline: After Shamballa sort of AU
Words: 358
Summary: Roy reflects while Ed sleeps.
A.N: Not completely happy, this is version 4 of this idea and I still can’t seem to get it right but I needed to post now or I wouldn’t be posting at all. I attempted first person and the title and summary suck but oh well, never mind. Again an old fic contest fic that I forgot to post here. it was for the prompt 'Gold'
 

He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, it’s a stark contrast to when he’s awake. His hair cascades over his shoulder, sunlight over tanned skin. He’s been working hard rebuilding, helping fix what he thinks he caused. ‘If only I hadn’t gone looking, if only I had never come back.’ He says it often and it hurts me, if he hadn’t come back I would still be alone living a half life in darkness, freezing in snow.

His automail, his silver sin, shines in the moonlight coming through the window. Newly built and made just for him, the craftsmanship an offering to a brother she never thought she would see again. I’d missed that sight almost as much as I’d missed him.

He told me once that silver was his favourite colour, he’d said it signified moving forward and working hard. His silver pocket watch was proof, he’d worked hard and achieved the impossible but I still hadn’t understood. How can your favourite colour be defined by things that bring you pain? Al was silver at the time, how could he still like a colour that constantly reminded him of a mistake that he needed to fix?

Ed had laughed at me, which at the time had been rather annoying. I was his commanding officer and all, not like that ever made a difference to our interactions. I had insulted him with a rather good short joke and he had stormed out, the conversation forgotten until now.

I understand now how something that brings you pain can be a definition of something you love. He brings me pain, he makes my heart ache and sometimes he makes me so mad but I love him. I love his brash attitude and his bad taste, gargoyles?? Please. I love his never ending devotion and his ability to piss me off. I love his alchemic genius and his complete disregard for authority. Mostly though, I love his golden hair and I love his golden eyes that see right through me better than anyone else ever could or ever has.

His favourite colour may be silver but mine will always be gold.

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 fma_fic_contest  quite a while ago and have only just realised that I forgot to post it here ^^; And after reading 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.