Fullmetal Alchemist || Roy/Ed/Russell || Mirror, Mirror

Title: Mirror, Mirror
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Verse: My OT3
Words: 166
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Russell is faced with a life changing decision.
Written for fanfic_bakeoff and 5_prompts


I need to make up my mind.

As I look in the bathroom mirror the man looking back at me nearly shouts, “I thought we already had.”

“This is a big decision.”

“It’s the right decision.”

“But that would put a lot of pressure on Ed and Roy.”

“They are big boys, they can handle it.”

“But what if I fuck it up? What if I actually can’t do this?”

“And you would be the first man to fail at something?”

“No, but I don’t do failure.”

“Good because neither do I.”

“So we’re going to do this?”

“Yes we are and we’re going to be damn good at it too.”

With that decided Russell leaves the bathroom, walks down the steps and into the den where Ed and Roy were reading.

Roy looks over his paper as Ed puts down his book. 

“I’m going to do it,” I announce and they both smile at me.

I hope the world is ready for Dr. Russell Anthony Tringham.

Fullmetal Alchemist || Maes/Roy || Convex Clues

Title: Convex Clues
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Maes, Roy
Verse: FMA One Shots
Words: 255
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Roy makes a discovery in Maes's office
Written for vexed_wench (because she gave me the prompt - found it in your desk) and fanfic_bakeoff


You were stuck in a meeting when I stopped by after five.

For once I hadn’t meant to be nosey, I swear it. I merely wanted to find a pen that would write so I could leave you a note. I found what I was looking for alright, that and then some.

It could be my overly suspicious mind making a mountain out of a molehill but I don’t think so. Regardless, what I saw in a drawer that probably should have been locked stunned me to my core. I knew you took pictures like a madman and that none of us were immune or protected from that camera of yours but this... this was… damn.

Me… pictures and pictures of me, not just me at work or when we were hanging out but pictures I couldn’t have known you were taking.

Some were odd while others had me wondering where the hell you were at and how the hell did I manage not to notice you. Part of me is just stunned beyond rational thought while another part of me feels a little violated. That second feeling increases from a little to a lot when I sift through the drawer and see one of my gloves, my missing cologne whose disappearance I’d blamed on Havoc and a bottle of hand lotion.

With the note as well as the reason I needed to talk to you forgotten I leave your office and head straight for the bar.

I was in need of several stiff drinks.