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Woot! We have both fic and pictures. Link to both is under the cut. Note, the pictures came first, but Pride!Ed inspired the story. So it's almost a reverse illustration.
Since I know there are now newbies floating around, spoilers for the end of FMA. Enter at your own risk.
Unexpected
One day, Roy decided absently, he was going to learn to expect the unexpected when it came to an Elric.
Like when Alphonse showed up on his doorstep, demanding information of his brother. He had apparently decoded Ed’s notes and found Roy’s name mentioned several times with an additional note of seeking him out if help was needed.
Or when the younger Elric had shown up the day of the State Alchemist trials and promptly earned his rank and title. It wasn’t surprising that Al had become the second youngest State Alchemist at fourteen, though. That he had expected.
Nor had he expected Al to be placed under his command. It seemed that by just surviving ordering Edward around had given him almost mythic qualities when it came to dealing with stubbornness that wore the name of Elric.
He had expected Al’s own version of the Mission, to bring his brother back, but he had never expected it to succeed.
And he had never, ever, expected to be flat on his back in his own home, pinned there by Edward Elric, who had been missing for six years. He had not expected Al to be there as well, calmly taking his gloves away.
“We don’t want to hurt you, General,” said the younger brother. In one hand he now held Roy’s gloves, with the other, he tapped Ed’s shoulder. Ed released Roy and stood.
“Nice to see you to, crappy Colonel. Do you always try to fry your guests?” The tone of Ed’s voice was very familiar, and Roy found he was glad to hear it, even with the circumstances.
“Fullmetal, see you are just as sarcastic as before. And I’m a slightly higher rank than Colonel now.” Roy rubbed his right wrist. “And, yes, I tend to try to fry my guests when they come to my house with slitted violet eyes.”
Ed smirked at him, and Al muttered something about idiots and their fights, and Roy almost smiled. This was very familiar, even if both brothers were looking at him from eyes the same shade as the former Fuhrer’s.
“What happened, Alphonse, Fullmetal?”
A laugh from Ed. “You can’t call me that now, Mustang. I’m not a dog of the military now. Besides….” Ed stopped, then began to pull his gloves off. Roy was impressed that the right hand was flesh and blood now. His jaw dropped when he saw the left hand was now automail. “I only got one limb made of automail.”
Roy sighed. “I am going to find something to drink. Would either of you care for anything?”
“You are taking this remarkably calmly, Roy-san,” Al said, taking a seat next to the fireplace. Roy felt a chill run down his back as he saw himself reflected in those eyes. It disturbed him.
Seeing the slight shiver, Al sighed. “Niisan, we are making Roy-san nervous.”
“He’s an idiot.”
“Niisan.”
The sever tone was not something Roy had heard from Al often, and ever rarer against his brother. It had the effect Al wanted, though. Ed sighed and gave up. As Roy watched in shock, both brothers clapped and then pressed their hands against their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, he found himself the focus of gold and bronze once again.
Roy sat down.
Once again, Ed laughed, and then sat down as well. “I guess we should explain before we kill you,” he smirked. Roy thought that it was rather unfair that Ed was taking so much pleasure from Roy’s shock. Of course, Roy had done the same in reverse for years, so maybe it wasn’t unfair as he had thought.
For a moment, there was no noise other than Roy’s breathing. Finally, though, he gave in. “Please,” he asked. “What happened?”
Silence as the brothers looked at each other, as if deciding who should go first. Al coughed, then started.
“Well, in case it wasn’t obvious, I brought Niisan back. It was as a homunculus, but that was because it had been so long since he had vanished. I think I died again doing it, though.”
“There was only one small problem,” Ed added. His face was dark when Roy looked at him. “I wasn’t dead.”
“What?” For a split-second, Roy spared the thought that he was happy he wasn’t drinking anything, else he would have spit it across the room. “If you weren’t dead, why the hell did you let everyone think you were? Couldn’t you guess how Al would have felt, not to mention the rest of us? I….”
“I wasn’t dead, but I wasn’t in this world anymore,” spat Ed, eyes shimmering to violet again for a second. They returned to their golden state, and Ed forced himself to relax. “I was on the other side of the Gate, in a place where there was no alchemy. I had been trying to get back to this side, but there were… complications.”
Then Ed shivered. “I hope you never feel what it’s like to have your soul torn from your body, Mustang. It hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt before. I woke up on this side completely feral.” Ed’s smile was dark. “I don’t like thinking about what I had to do in order to regain myself.”
That tugged at Roy’s curiosity, but he didn’t ask. Somehow, he didn’t think he would like the answer. “How did you lose your arm? And how are you, both of you, able to use alchemy?”
“Niisan regained his limbs,” Al said, eyes on Ed. Roy had almost forgotten the younger alchemist was still in the room, he was being so very quiet. “I made sure that he got a perfect body.”
“Actually, we were lucky. Since I was the one being resurrected, I must have been able to pull my limbs to me. The ones that I had lost before. That Wrath had taken and then lost.”
That explained the alchemy. “I see,” Roy said, nodding. “But how did you lose your left arm?”
Rubbing his left shoulder, the new automail one, Ed sighed. “I gave it up again.”
“After Niisan got his memories back,” Al started only to be interrupted by Ed muttering something. Roy didn’t catch all of it, but it sounded like Ed had said ‘though we don’t know how that happened’ Al gave his brother a version of the Look, and then continued. “I don’t know exactly what happened, all I know is that Niisan somehow brought me back as well.”
“I could use alchemy, so it wasn’t as hard as you would think. Apparently homunculus limbs are worth more than just plain human ones, since I was able to restore Al to a complete body and not just seal him into something.”
“We found out that I couldn’t use alchemy, though,” Al took the story back up. “So we took an arm from my body and fused it to this one.” Now he was the one who rubbed his shoulder. “That hurt. I think I understand what Niisan goes through when he reattaches automail.”
“That’s the story, short and sweet,” Ed grinned. Now it was Roy who muttered, mostly over missing details. Then he sighed.
“Why did you come back?” he asked. “It endangered both of you, and you have no guarantee that I won’t send people after you when you leave.”
Ed smiled, and Roy felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. There was something very predatory about that smile. “Oh, but you see, we do have a guarantee, don’t we, Al?”
Strong hands wrapped around Roy’s throat and squeezed. “We both like you, Roy-san,” said Al conversationally as he began to strangle Roy. The Flame Alchemist dug at Al’s hands, trying to pry those inhumanly strong fingers away from his neck. Another set of hands wrapped around his wrists, and Roy found Ed right in front of him.
“You deserve better than what you have, Mustang. I don’t like you most of the time, but….” Ed rose on his tiptoes and purred into Roy’s ear. “I know you did a lot to protect us. And we think you would be much happier if you didn’t have to worry about little things like aging, or death.”
“Nn-o-o,” rasped out Roy, his eyes already going dark. The last thing he saw was Ed’s eyes flickering to purple again.
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Roy sat up in his bed, gasping. He felt the prickle of sweat on his skin, and he looked around, frantically. Seeing he was in his bedroom, Roy panted for air, trying to relax. It had been a dream. Only a dream.
Then he heard a noise, and looked up.
“Hello, Roy-san,” said a familiar voice, and he saw two sets of violet eyes reflecting the light.
The End
Now for the pics. Standard disclaimer apply. If I find out anyone else has tried to claim these, I will rally everyone I can against them. If you have feedback for the Fabric Alchemist, who is the creator of these lovely pieces of work, either leave it here in the comments, or email them to me at icedark underscore elf @ yahoo.com and I'll make sure she gets them.
Lust!Roy
Pride!Ed
Enjoy.
Since I know there are now newbies floating around, spoilers for the end of FMA. Enter at your own risk.
Unexpected
One day, Roy decided absently, he was going to learn to expect the unexpected when it came to an Elric.
Like when Alphonse showed up on his doorstep, demanding information of his brother. He had apparently decoded Ed’s notes and found Roy’s name mentioned several times with an additional note of seeking him out if help was needed.
Or when the younger Elric had shown up the day of the State Alchemist trials and promptly earned his rank and title. It wasn’t surprising that Al had become the second youngest State Alchemist at fourteen, though. That he had expected.
Nor had he expected Al to be placed under his command. It seemed that by just surviving ordering Edward around had given him almost mythic qualities when it came to dealing with stubbornness that wore the name of Elric.
He had expected Al’s own version of the Mission, to bring his brother back, but he had never expected it to succeed.
And he had never, ever, expected to be flat on his back in his own home, pinned there by Edward Elric, who had been missing for six years. He had not expected Al to be there as well, calmly taking his gloves away.
“We don’t want to hurt you, General,” said the younger brother. In one hand he now held Roy’s gloves, with the other, he tapped Ed’s shoulder. Ed released Roy and stood.
“Nice to see you to, crappy Colonel. Do you always try to fry your guests?” The tone of Ed’s voice was very familiar, and Roy found he was glad to hear it, even with the circumstances.
“Fullmetal, see you are just as sarcastic as before. And I’m a slightly higher rank than Colonel now.” Roy rubbed his right wrist. “And, yes, I tend to try to fry my guests when they come to my house with slitted violet eyes.”
Ed smirked at him, and Al muttered something about idiots and their fights, and Roy almost smiled. This was very familiar, even if both brothers were looking at him from eyes the same shade as the former Fuhrer’s.
“What happened, Alphonse, Fullmetal?”
A laugh from Ed. “You can’t call me that now, Mustang. I’m not a dog of the military now. Besides….” Ed stopped, then began to pull his gloves off. Roy was impressed that the right hand was flesh and blood now. His jaw dropped when he saw the left hand was now automail. “I only got one limb made of automail.”
Roy sighed. “I am going to find something to drink. Would either of you care for anything?”
“You are taking this remarkably calmly, Roy-san,” Al said, taking a seat next to the fireplace. Roy felt a chill run down his back as he saw himself reflected in those eyes. It disturbed him.
Seeing the slight shiver, Al sighed. “Niisan, we are making Roy-san nervous.”
“He’s an idiot.”
“Niisan.”
The sever tone was not something Roy had heard from Al often, and ever rarer against his brother. It had the effect Al wanted, though. Ed sighed and gave up. As Roy watched in shock, both brothers clapped and then pressed their hands against their eyes. When they opened their eyes again, he found himself the focus of gold and bronze once again.
Roy sat down.
Once again, Ed laughed, and then sat down as well. “I guess we should explain before we kill you,” he smirked. Roy thought that it was rather unfair that Ed was taking so much pleasure from Roy’s shock. Of course, Roy had done the same in reverse for years, so maybe it wasn’t unfair as he had thought.
For a moment, there was no noise other than Roy’s breathing. Finally, though, he gave in. “Please,” he asked. “What happened?”
Silence as the brothers looked at each other, as if deciding who should go first. Al coughed, then started.
“Well, in case it wasn’t obvious, I brought Niisan back. It was as a homunculus, but that was because it had been so long since he had vanished. I think I died again doing it, though.”
“There was only one small problem,” Ed added. His face was dark when Roy looked at him. “I wasn’t dead.”
“What?” For a split-second, Roy spared the thought that he was happy he wasn’t drinking anything, else he would have spit it across the room. “If you weren’t dead, why the hell did you let everyone think you were? Couldn’t you guess how Al would have felt, not to mention the rest of us? I….”
“I wasn’t dead, but I wasn’t in this world anymore,” spat Ed, eyes shimmering to violet again for a second. They returned to their golden state, and Ed forced himself to relax. “I was on the other side of the Gate, in a place where there was no alchemy. I had been trying to get back to this side, but there were… complications.”
Then Ed shivered. “I hope you never feel what it’s like to have your soul torn from your body, Mustang. It hurts more than anything I’ve ever felt before. I woke up on this side completely feral.” Ed’s smile was dark. “I don’t like thinking about what I had to do in order to regain myself.”
That tugged at Roy’s curiosity, but he didn’t ask. Somehow, he didn’t think he would like the answer. “How did you lose your arm? And how are you, both of you, able to use alchemy?”
“Niisan regained his limbs,” Al said, eyes on Ed. Roy had almost forgotten the younger alchemist was still in the room, he was being so very quiet. “I made sure that he got a perfect body.”
“Actually, we were lucky. Since I was the one being resurrected, I must have been able to pull my limbs to me. The ones that I had lost before. That Wrath had taken and then lost.”
That explained the alchemy. “I see,” Roy said, nodding. “But how did you lose your left arm?”
Rubbing his left shoulder, the new automail one, Ed sighed. “I gave it up again.”
“After Niisan got his memories back,” Al started only to be interrupted by Ed muttering something. Roy didn’t catch all of it, but it sounded like Ed had said ‘though we don’t know how that happened’ Al gave his brother a version of the Look, and then continued. “I don’t know exactly what happened, all I know is that Niisan somehow brought me back as well.”
“I could use alchemy, so it wasn’t as hard as you would think. Apparently homunculus limbs are worth more than just plain human ones, since I was able to restore Al to a complete body and not just seal him into something.”
“We found out that I couldn’t use alchemy, though,” Al took the story back up. “So we took an arm from my body and fused it to this one.” Now he was the one who rubbed his shoulder. “That hurt. I think I understand what Niisan goes through when he reattaches automail.”
“That’s the story, short and sweet,” Ed grinned. Now it was Roy who muttered, mostly over missing details. Then he sighed.
“Why did you come back?” he asked. “It endangered both of you, and you have no guarantee that I won’t send people after you when you leave.”
Ed smiled, and Roy felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. There was something very predatory about that smile. “Oh, but you see, we do have a guarantee, don’t we, Al?”
Strong hands wrapped around Roy’s throat and squeezed. “We both like you, Roy-san,” said Al conversationally as he began to strangle Roy. The Flame Alchemist dug at Al’s hands, trying to pry those inhumanly strong fingers away from his neck. Another set of hands wrapped around his wrists, and Roy found Ed right in front of him.
“You deserve better than what you have, Mustang. I don’t like you most of the time, but….” Ed rose on his tiptoes and purred into Roy’s ear. “I know you did a lot to protect us. And we think you would be much happier if you didn’t have to worry about little things like aging, or death.”
“Nn-o-o,” rasped out Roy, his eyes already going dark. The last thing he saw was Ed’s eyes flickering to purple again.
///
Roy sat up in his bed, gasping. He felt the prickle of sweat on his skin, and he looked around, frantically. Seeing he was in his bedroom, Roy panted for air, trying to relax. It had been a dream. Only a dream.
Then he heard a noise, and looked up.
“Hello, Roy-san,” said a familiar voice, and he saw two sets of violet eyes reflecting the light.
The End
Now for the pics. Standard disclaimer apply. If I find out anyone else has tried to claim these, I will rally everyone I can against them. If you have feedback for the Fabric Alchemist, who is the creator of these lovely pieces of work, either leave it here in the comments, or email them to me at icedark underscore elf @ yahoo.com and I'll make sure she gets them.
Lust!Roy
Pride!Ed
Enjoy.
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Oh, there are going to be some upset people.
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And hee. <3 Homunculus Elrics/Mustang/whoever is another thing I just love.
The sad part is that it feels much too short for the amount of info you give us. It feels like 'look at all that happened while you weren't looking!' Which is rather what happened to Roy, but still. *nags*
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And I've been tweaking the story all day. Somehow, I like this version the best. And, yes, it is an insanse amount of information, and maybe, sometime later, if I ever get my ass moving on all of my projects, I'll write more.
*is such a fanfic whore*
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I'll try. That's all I can promise. I have a arena going on now, where various stories battle it out to be the next written.
Glad you've enjoyed it so far. *is sadly making plans for a possible sequel* It all depends on what the Fabric Alchemist draws next. Pride!Ed was the inspiration for this entire ficlet.
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Greed. Upload. Now.
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NUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
ID_E: Hot! Hot hot hot!!! *runs*
FA: *smirks* Well, shit. I was hoping everyone'd get to see my sketches. If you somehow do manage it, lemme know what you think.
*smirk/sparkle*
~Fabric Alchemist
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Let me talk to Sloth.
We might get this worked out.
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Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
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