Genre: AU, angst
For: “Soulmarks on the wrist/arm that Ed lost”
“I’m sorry I can’t be more help, Alphonse.” Roy set another box on the to sell stacks by the door. It wasn’t as if he would be needing much up north. “And I’m sorry I’m not being a better host.”
“That’s okay, Sir,” the boy was quick to assure him. “I’m just glad I caught you before you had to leave.”
Genre: AU, romance
Summary: "I dunno, there are worse ways to bump into someone."
Notes: Based on this prompt: "Person A is a really bad skier who accidentally collides with person B, a good skier. Person A feels really bad and sits with person B until the ski patrol comes."
It was a big mountainside, right? Plenty of room. At least that's what Roy had told himself. And yet, somehow, he was careening toward a collision with another skier and all he could do was shout out a warning. He didn't just crash into the small blond—he completely bowled the person over and sent both of them tumbling, skis and poles and limbs everywhere.
"Sorry! I'm sorry!" He fumbled around in the snow, cursing the skis and those damn rigid boots. How did anyone move in these? He finally managed to extricate himself without doing too much damage and awkwardly reached a hand out. "Are you all right?"
The other skier didn't answer right away. From the long hair and short stature he'd been afraid he'd run over a child, but when the skier pulled his scarf down and pushed up his ski goggles he could see that this guy was at least in his twenties. That made him feel slightly less terrible.
"I think you broke my leg."
So much for that.
Genre: fluff, romance
Warnings: spoilers if you haven't read this fic yet
Roy let his head fall back on the couch. His hands, heavy and alien-feeling still, rested in his lap. He knew this sort of thing just took time—years, in fact—but it was hard not to get frustrated.
A hand settled on either side of his head. "So how many glasses did you break today?"
Title: Prelude to a Dance
Genre: Romance, AU
Summary: "Fancy meeting you here."
( That wasn't the reaction he'd been hoping for. )
Ed’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Mustang was waiting for him; his own hand clamped around Ed’s wrist as soon as it got close. Ed stared up at him, found him smiling in a way he wasn’t used to, in a way that . . . he wasn’t sure what it meant. He worked his mouth, finally found his voice.
“This . . . isn’t really a dream, is it.”( Dreams )
Title: What Dreams May Come
Genre: Angst, Romance, AU
Summary: He hadn’t even believed the stories, had thought all that soul mate bullshit was just romantic garbage.
Notes: Just a riff on this headcanon/AU from Pandacea: what if they lived in a world where making skin to skin contact reveals your soulmate, and the first time Roy and Ed make skin contact...
( That moment when he’d felt like his skin was on fire )
Genre: AU; Romance
Warnings: None unless you have something against pole dancing.
Summary: Everyone in the business was talking about some new act at The Serpent, some guy going by the name Fullmetal who was really bringing in the crowds.
( Something about him seemed familiar )
Genre: AU, Master/slave
Warnings: violence, mild gore
Beta’d by: meredavey
Summary: "Don't you get it? They wanted a war here, that's why Hakuro was put here in the first place! And now you're here and calming everything down and they want you gone because you're getting in the way!"
( It was ludicrous. Somewhere between a paranoid conspiracy and outright madness. )