Stray Dog

Title: Gifts
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Warning: Copious amounts of fluff. Seriously, I didn’t expect the fluff.
Words: 1243
A.N: I started this a few weeks ago and had the first part done. I was expecting to sit down and write porn today to finish it off and I had every intention of doing that. The fic had other ideas. It didn’t want porn, no matter how hard I tried to move it in that direction it kept swerving towards fluffville so I followed it and ended up with this.

For nochick_fics because she is awesome and wonderful. Sorry it’s not porn love, I swear I did try but at least I’m posting fic. So stop holding Family Way hostage! XD

And of course the fucking thing works now!!! After I don't know how long of trying. LJ, you are trying my patience, you really are.

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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: Dear Bastard
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Roy
Rating: PG
Warning: Angst, bad song fic, swearing, OOC Ed
Words: 524
Summary: Roy’s been an idiot and it’s time for Ed to let go.
A.N: I was listening to Jeff Buckley’s version of Hallelujah, this happened, I have no control over my insanity. I know it kinda sucks.

Title: Looking good
Pairing/Characters: ???? (not gonna spoil it >:D)
Rating: PG (although it may scar you for life anyway)
Warning: Just be thankful I can’t draw XD
Words: 271
Summary: He looks good, real good.
A.N: This is all nochick_fics fault, blame her :P I’m not good at off the cuff but I try. Enjoy >:D Seriously, this has just been written, you impressed :P

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Most of his colleagues saw him as emotionless, the one with a head full of knowledge who followed all the rules and if he was being honest with himself that was true. His public life was like that, he was repressed, but then he had to be when you considered what he was like behind closed doors.

As he stood in front of the mirror he wondered what his colleagues would think if they could see him now. He thought he looked rather good but then he supposed he was rather biased in his opinion.

He placed his hands on his hips and admired his latest ‘look’. A black leather collar adorned his neck, complete with metal spikes and D ring from which hung his leash. Round his waist was a belt complete with attachments including his leather whip; black eye mask; and pink vibrator.

Below that was his lace, black panties that he had scoured through Amestris to find in his size and hadn’t that been an interesting shopping trip. So many looks from taken aback store clerks but eventually he had found the perfect pair. They matched his garter belt which had been the whole point of buying them in the first place. And they weren’t the only things hard to find in his size, the fishnet stockings and thigh-high leather boots with four inch heal had been rather bothersome too.

Still, it had been worth it to look this good. Yes, Vato Falman thought he had outdone himself this time. It beat the leather cat suit with open backside he had folded up in his drawer any day.

Title: Rebellion
Pairing/Characters: Ed, Kimblee
Rating: PG
Warning: Mentions of torture, swearing
Words: 553
Summary: Ed won’t give them up.
A.N: I blame lack of sleep and feeling like shit for this one. My head aches, my back aches and I tend to write what I feel so have Ed in the same pain as me. I have no idea, I really don’t, it just popped into my head. Let’s just pretend that Mustang failed and Dante/Father won shall we? :)

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He ached all over. His automail weighed heavily on his shoulder and leg ports and the muscles in the rest of his body were screaming at him to rest, to sleep. But sleep wouldn’t come. No matter how tired he felt, how much his brain wanted him to close his eyes and let it shut down for just a short amount of time the pain wouldn’t let him. And if it wasn’t the pain keeping him up it was him. That sadistic bastard in the stupid suit and that ridiculous hat.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in this room, how long his arms had been chained above his head, how long he had been sat in this position but he knew it was longer than he would have liked.

He closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the wall, it hit hard but he wished it had hit harder then maybe it would knock him unconscious, unfortunately it seemed he was out of luck.

He licked his dry lips with a dry tongue, listened to his stomach complain and hoped that he had at least bought the others time to run and escape although he feared that it was already too late for that. As long as they were okay he could cope with the pain and the tiredness.

He opened his eyes at the first sound of banging, he looked towards the door and listened to the lock being dragged back and the heavy duty iron being pulled open. He watched as the man that plagued his current existence wandered in smiling down at him, teeth showing.

“So Mr Elric, how are we today?” Ed would have spat at him if he had had the saliva to spare. Instead he just glowered wishing that looks could kill. “Not speaking again? Well we shall have to remedy that. My boss really wants this problem taken care of quickly, after all, he is trying to run a country.”

One of the guards walked in behind the guy that was currently topping Ed’s list of people to kill carrying a large briefcase. Ed knew this case well, it was filled with Kimblee’s favourite toys and was placed, as always, on the small table in the corner of the room.

“You know we already have most of your friends. Mustang, the unfortunate leader of your little rebellion, is in a cell just down the hall and the lovely Hawkeye, well she just refused to come quietly so I’m afraid she’s no longer with us. And if you listen carefully you should hear the screams of the other members of Mustang’s pitiful team as we question them but we’re still missing a few of the trouble makers.”

This news filled Ed with hope while dropping him to the floor. He felt pity for the others and the well of sadness that filled him over Hawkeye was tremendous but he had hope too because Kimblee had not mentioned them. They were still safe and that was all that mattered.

“So Fullmetal Alchemist, where exactly are your little brother and lovely mechanic?”

Ed set his jaw firm and waited for the pain. He would never tell this man anything and as long as his brother and Winry were safe then the rebellion lived on.

Title: The Meal
Pairing/Characters: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG
Warning: bad cooking, unintentional sap
Words: 770
Summary: Ed contemplates his sanity
A.N: Written for NaNo, I have no idea what I was thinking >.> I didn’t know where to start when I sat down to begin NaNo so I just started typing and let it go wherever it wanted. Free writing is fun and it gets some interesting results too. Once I’d finished all it needed was some editing to make it sound at least a little readable and here is the end result. I put it down to listening to the voices too much :P