The Muddle Puddle

Title: And Here We Are
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Verse: Elricest
Author: Little ole me ^_^
Genre: Romance
Words: 100
Rating: T
Summary: As wedding bells ring overhead Ed thinks back on a childhood moment.
Warnings: Incest
Written for fandomwords100 and because girchika said so.

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As Ed grabbed both of Al’s hands and stared into soft gray eyes he’s come to love a memory from ages ago floated through his mind.

As they watched Winry tromp off mad at them Ed shouted, “Fine, be all mad! We don’t need you anyway!”

“But who are we going to marry if not Winry?”

“Each other silly, it’s be a lot more fun don’t you think?”

Al giggled, “Yup, and we already share a room so no one has to move.”

How innocent that was and who would have thought fifteen years later they’d be making it reality.

Title: As They Should Be
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Al/Ed
Words: 275
Rating: T
Warnings: Elricest
Summary: Al comes to a realization and he will settle for nothing less than having things the way they should be. 
Written for evilchuckles who is feeling under the weather. I hope you get well soon!!

He couldn’t say when it started but he knows it was long before he lived and breathed alchemy, back when life was good and their mother still woke them up with the smell of frying bacon and eggs. He remembers looking down at Ed’s face one summer day, as he watched the clouds roll by and thinking how his brother’s eyes were more impressive than the sun.

He remembers being entirely too focused on the way Ed’s muscles rippled under his skin when he moved for it to be normal curiosity.

The day that it all fell into place was many years later. After the fighting, after the armor, after that last trip through the gate. They were in a shoe shop, a short red-haired woman was assisting Ed, and he couldn't help but notice how her hands seemed to linger on Ed way longer than necessary to fit a shoe.

Anger flared through him and he wanted nothing more than to rip her unworthy hand off her tainted little freckled arm. Shocked at his own reaction he fled the store and waited for Ed outside. Al was silent on their walk home, haunted by visions of that red-haired demon and echoes of his own anger. Anger that was further fueled by their neighbor making moony eyes at Ed as they entered the building.

Later when Ed asked him why he was so tense and silent Al responded by kissing his sibling hard and saying the one thing burning in his mind all day, “You are mine.”

When Ed didn’t protest, all was right with the world.

…because things were finally as they should be.

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.”