The Muddle Puddle

Title: The Belt of Life
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: My OT3
Author: lynx212
Chars/Pairs: Roy/Ed/Russell
Genres: Slice of Life/with a side of angst and a topping of naughty
Rating: R (to be safe)
Warnings: Lynx being Lynx
Word Count: 1,833
Summary: The trio has a busy life and it finally rears it's ugly head in a not so nice fashion. Stress is indeed a bitch.

Inspired by luxquintessence who said Can I also say how wonderfully you write this polyamorous relationship? Your OT3 is the only one that I've read that seems believable and viable long-term. So this inspired my muse to toss some more reality into to the mix.

Dedicated to evilchuckles, amethyst_koneko, patheticnemesis and vexed_wench much love to you all for loving my OT3 ^_^ *hugs*


( It sucks so hard they can’t even put it into words. )

Title: Across That Line
Fandom: FMA
Pairing/Characters: Ed and Al Elric
Words: 294
Rating: T
Warning: Elricest
Summary: There was one last line they refused to cross.
A/N: This sequel to One Last Thing was written for evilchuckles I hope you enjoy it my dear *hugs on you*


My brother was reading as per usual.

Seated in his favorite overstuffed chair in front of the window. Light streaming through the window over his perfect form. His only movements are to turn the page or take a sip of water out of his glass. He turns the page and marigold eyes go wide and I smile. He’s always been more passionate about books than I.

I stand there watching him. Admiring him. Wanting him.

“How long are you going to stand there?”

So he knows I’m here. I don’t care, I don’t plan on moving.

“Until I get bored,” I reply. Knowing damn good and well that will never happen.

He looks up at me then, flaxen hair falling over his shoulder, and his eyes narrow ever so slightly.

“Well come and have a seat. I charge just as much for sitting as I do for standing.”

I move into the room and sit on the couch. Moments latter he follows. Sitting close enough to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. Page after page turns and before long a blond head is resting on my shoulder.

“Are you ever going to act on it?”

“Act on what?”

A hand comes to rest on my thigh, fingers drawing lazy circles.

“Whatever’s on your mind.”

I look down at him and find him looking up at me. His arm snakes around my neck, pulling me down until his lips are pressed against mine. The shock has me frozen but the tongue sliding across my bottom lip has me reacting.

Languid to heated is the progression. His lips moving against mine in a way I’ve only dreamed of. We part breathless but smiling and he says, “I love you too, Al.”