Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: rhythm #22
Title: Thursday
Words: 100
Rating: M
Warnings: None
Summary: Anything is possible if you just put your back into it... lol
( Naughtiness Under Cut... )
Maes and Gracia were renewing their vows which meant a certain little lady would be expected to dance with her father. When Russell volunteered to teach her, they thought it was sweet and that they’d watch Russell stumble through the basics with her.
They were dead wrong.
Ed and Roy sat there speechless as Russell taught Elysia not only the basics but the waltz, the foxtrot, and a few others.
“Who knew he had such rhythm,” Ed mumbled.
“Considering what he did Thursday night, I don’t know why we’re shocked,” Roy replied.
For once, Ed was the one left blushing.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: travel #38
Title: On the Road Again
Words: 100
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Russell didn't know how his lovers had managed their life before without a sitter…
As he put the last of their toiletries in the bag Russell sighed.
For two men hailed as the best and the brightest Amestris had to offer they couldn’t pack for shit.
They were going to be gone a week and when he looked into Ed’s bag he found three shirts, two pairs of pants and five books.
Roy’s bag had held enough clothes for two weeks but not so much as a road map or razor was to be found.
He loved them dearly, but next time they went on vacation he may let them learn the hard way.
I'm still fighting this cold but I'm one step closer to the weekend and I refuse to give up!! Enough of that... on to the fic!
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: mirror #56
Title: Reflection Perfection
Words: 100
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Roy wasn’t a vain man… ok maybe a little…
Roy didn’t mean to sound vain but in his opinion he looked damn good for a man his age.
The mirror didn’t lie and what was staring back at him as he stood before it bare-assed naked was quite pleasing to the eye.
As he leaned forward onto the dresser to fix his hair he heard the door click behind him.
Whipping around he found his two lovers wearing matching grins and nothing else.
“No need to act shy now.”
“That’s right, don’t stop on our account, we love a good show.”
… and a damn fine show it was.
“Roy and Russell draw their swords and slay the dragon.”
Everyone is doing their best not to snicker at Ed’s face but even Riza was having trouble keeping her composure.
“Then after they have rescued Princess Ed they ride off into the sunset. The End.”
Everyone was clapping… even Ed, despite his expression.
“I have to ask,” Jean began, “how did you decide for Ed to be the princess?”
Elysia smiled and replied, “He has the prettiest hair, silly. Everyone knows a princess must have beautiful hair.”
Laughter filled the room... Ed may never speak to any of them again.
Because my smut muse said, "Come on, you can do something a little naughty in 100 words..."
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: ice #37
Title: Cool Down
Words: 100
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary: Ed was a devious little shit but damn if he didn't have the best ideas…
Russell had announced he was taking a shower. The moment it cut off, Ed disappeared into the kitchen. The devious smirk on his face promised good things and Roy was all for it.
Ed reappeared with a cup of ice and said, “Give me ten minutes,” before going upstairs.
Those minutes ticked by like hours. After eight Roy said the hell with waiting and followed.
Two nude blondes on the bed.
Russell was on his stomach between Ed’s legs and Ed had an ice cube between his lips running it down Russell’s arching back.
Roy couldn’t get naked fast enough.
Because early mornings should always come with a bit of humor, I bring you this OT3 short and a wish for you all to have a kick ass day!
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: fight #006
Title: Problem Solved
Words: 100
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Ed couldn't believe this (of all things) is what they were arguing about...
“You are insane!”
“I beg to differ, the insane one is you.”
Ed looked back and forth between the two stunned that this, of all things, is what they choose to argue over.
“It belongs on the counter,” Roy stated firmly.
“It’s dairy, it belongs in the ice box,” Russell countered just as unmoving.
“You can’t spread it if it’s cold.”
“Well you can’t eat it if it’s gone bad.”
Back and forth they went until a transformed automail limb sliced through the object in question.
Ed put half in the icebox and left the other half on the counter.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: empty #53
Title: Lone Solider
Words: 100
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: When work calls Ed and Roy away Russell has to deal with the solitude.
No firm cool pressure from an automail limb.
No soft prickle of stubble.
No sleep cranky voice rushing the coffee pot.
No perfectly poached eggs over buttered toast.
No one to hog the blanket and no one there to read old folklore by lamplight.
Only a bed that felt too big and halls that echoed too much and Russell hated it.
He knew they couldn’t spend every waking moment together but when they were both gone it was nearly unbearable.
As he looked at the clock yet again Russell realized sleep was going to be elusive for yet another night.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: dress up #43
Title: Clothes Make the Man
Words: 100
Rating: T
Warnings: None
Summary: Jean didn't know how they did it, but he was more than happy to watch.
For kiramaru7 for being awesome enough to read and fangirl a series she hasn’t watched. *hugs on her*
Roy wore a tux like he was born in one.
Sexy, smart and too comfortable in his own skin, he made formal attire look elegant and easy.
A suit took Russell from innocent country boy to heartbreaker in a way Jean had to do a double take on the first time he saw it.
Ed… well he did dressing up his own way and managed to make leather pants, a dress shirt and vest look better than what the damn Führer had on.
There would be no, belle at this ball.
The ladies would have to take a back seat.
Maes was sorting through his bounty of photographs and what he saw made him smile.
Ed trying to reach the sandwich Russell was holding out of reach.
Russell holding his shin after Ed got tired of asking for it back.
Roy passed out on the couch… in full make-up once his lovers found him.
Ed doing a handstand.
Russell busy gardening.
Roy reading in their den.
The three of them chasing Elysia around at her last birthday party.
Russell and Roy sitting on Ed for some reason Maes couldn’t remember.
Each photo was worth a thousand words and then some.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: moments #9
Title: Afterglow
Words: 100
Rating: R (to be safe)
Warnings: None
Summary: This is what Ed waited for.
Written for ot3_100 and
fandomwords100 and dedicated to
baroqueangel because I promised her I wouldn’t forget about my OT3
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This was Ed’s favorite part.
Sure the sex that lead up to this moment had been great… fucking astounding to be perfectly honest, but this was the moment Ed adored.
Russell always falls asleep first. He gets so worked up, once it’s all over he’s out like a light.
Roy would never admit it, but he goes into cuddle mode and curls up to or spoons around the closet person to him.
With Roy sandwiched to his side and Russell passed out his chest life didn’t get much better than this.
It also gave Ed ample time to plot round two.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Claim: Roy/Ed/Russell
Prompt + Number: Touch #3
Title: Sweet Sensation
Verse: My OT3
Rating: T
Words: 100
Warnings: None
Summary: Ed knows their touch by heart.
Written for fandomwords100 and
ot3_100
Ed could always tell who it was.
Lights off, back turned… it didn’t matter, he could always tell who was touching him.
Russell’s touch was almost whisper light. His fingers seemed to flow over whatever he was reaching for and given the right circumstances it could easily make every hair on Ed’s body stand on end.
Roy’s touch was more firm. Blazing a trail of pure sensation across whatever was in his reach and behind closed doors that touch could turn Ed into a puddle of wanton need in moments.
Just thinking on it had Ed’s pants feeling too tight.