The Muddle Puddle

Title: Inferno Series: Shout
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist / Static Shock Crossover (yeah you read that right)
Words: 100
Genre: Humor
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Virgil sees something that shocks him


Roy looked up into the smirking face of his second in command then down at the boy rubbing his sore backside. .


Title: Inferno Series: Argue
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist / Static Shock Crossover (yeah you read that right)
Words: 100
Genre: Humor
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: 

Most people in their position would be begging

Title: Inferno Series: Caught
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist / Static Shock Crossover (yeah you read that right)
Words: 100
Genere: Humor
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Ed gets caught red handed...

A devious smirk slid across the captain’s lips, “Punishing you is going to be so much fun.”

Title: Letter One
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Character(s): Ed, Russell
Words: 100
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Summary: After a busy day Ed finally gets to his mail.
A/N: Takes place the same day as this fic HERE

it would be nice seeing Russell after so long

Title: Mission Impossible
Fandom:  FMA
Characters:  Ed and Al
Words: 238
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Ed and Al have their sights set on something and they are determined to get it.
Written for fanfic_bakeoff and dedicated to vexed_wench because she is just awesome like that ^_^


Ed held steady to his brothers ankles as he kept his eyes trained on the kitchen door. His ears were listening for any noise, no matter how faint.

“Do you have them, Al?” he whispered.

“Almost brother. Can you boost me a little higher?”

Ed didn’t reply, he took a deep breath and pushed up on his toes.

“Got it!” Al whispered excitedly, “hold as still as you can.”

Ed held his breath and didn’t release it until he heard the gentle clink of tin meeting tin. Slowly and as quietly as possible, Al climbed off his shoulders. One prize clutched between his teeth, the other grasped in his hand.

He passed one to Ed who accepted it with an accomplished grin. Cautiously, four bare feet crept quietly toward the side door. Al turns the handle and just as they thought they were home free, the hinge creeks loudly. Panicking they look at each other with wide eyes. Just as they decide to make a run for it they hear, “And where do you two think you’re going with those?”

Slowly they turned in unison to face the music. A disgruntled chorus in the form of Trisha Elric.

“If you put those two cookies on the counter, I’ll consider giving them to you after dinner.”

With slumped shoulders and matching pouts, they did just that before slinking out of the room.

Next time they’d oil that damn hinge.

Title: Questions
Fandom: FMA
Characters: Havoc, Ed, Roy
Rating: Teen/Adult
Disclaimer: I make no profit so no reason to sue
A/N: This is written from Havoc's POV

You are standing on the steps outside the office looking lost inside that overactive mind of yours when I exit the building. I tap you on the shoulder and ask what’s on your mind. Your brow furrows and the expression doesn’t suit you well. You say it’s nothing but I know better.
I invite you to walk with me; you don’t answer you simply fall in step beside me.

As we walk toward the gates of the military complex, I try to engage you in conversation but I get nothing more than one word answers or nods. I ask if your brother is ok and you say yes, quelling that particular fear. I don’t have to worry about you tearing through the countryside in search of a lost or wounded Alphonse.

Your automail hand is fiddling with the end of your braid and I know whatever’s on your mind is heavy indeed. You don’t indulge in that nervous habit too often these days. The air around you is tense and the curiosity and concern is eating at me. I play it cool. I know you will talk when you are ready.

You call my name and when I stop to look at you, confusion is all over that perfect face and in those honey colored eyes of yours. Time for my brow to furrow, this seems serious. You open your mouth to speak and a voice I know all too well calls you by your title.

We look across the courtyard and I see him standing by the guard tower. He has one hand in his jacket pocket and the other at his side clutching a bag. Your posture stiffens and that makes warning bells go off in my mind. We wait for him to speak but that’s not what he wants, no… having your attention is not enough. He calls you by your name this time and reluctantly you move toward him. That cocky smirk on his face at the action soon fades when he realizes I’m following you.

You ask him what he wants and he hands you the bag all while never taking his eyes off me. You ask him what it is and he encourages you to open it. I glance down at you as you unfold the top of the paper sack and see it’s full of pastries. You give him a questioning look and he says he bought them because you seemed to enjoy them so much when Riza had some in the office last week.

You offer up an awkward thanks and that smirk is back along with the look he had in his eyes in the storeroom. He asks you if you’d like a ride home and the lie that gives you an alibi is out of my mouth before I can think better of it. I say you’re committed to alchemically altering some of my ratty furniture back into shape.

The relief on your face makes my stomach knot.

He says, oh I see another time then, before he moves on and we do the same. We are two blocks into our journey when you toss the pastries in a garbage can. You stuff your hands in your pockets as you focus on the ground. This whole situation has me on edge. Something tells me the stakes just went up. I’m going to get answers out of you if it kills me.

Title: Morning
Fandom: FMA
Characters: Havoc, Ed, Roy
Rating: Teen/Adult
Disclaimer: I make no profit so no reason to sue
A/N: This is written from Havoc's POV

The sun has just come up and I can't recall the last time I slept as well as I did last night. Yesterday was grand and as I exit my bedroom, I can't help but have high hopes for today as well. When my eyes fall on your sleeping form on my couch I smile.

Sprawled out on your stomach and relaxed in a way that says you are sleeping well too. Your breathing is steady and deep and every now and then, there is a hint of a snore that passes those parted lips. Your flaxen hair is fanned out all over the arm of the couch as well as the pillow your head is resting on. Automail arm tucked under the pillow and you other arm hanging down, fingertips of a lax hand close to the floor. The sun is making your already golden appearance even more striking and I think I could stand here watching you sleep forever.

( Something has Just Begun: Morning )

Title: Something Has Begun: The Storeroom
Author: lynx212 
Fandom: FMA
Characters: Havoc, Ed, Roy
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 802
Disclaimer: I make no profit therefore, if you sue me, you will gain nada
A/N: This is written from Havoc's POV

 

( The Storeroom  )