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I really wanted to finish writing something before I leave Thursday for Yaoi Con, but with work tomorrow, I don't see it happening. Speaking of which, is anyone else going to the con? I'd be happy to meet up with whoever sometime over the weekend.
Anyway, I've been working on an original thing for a while, and I'm planning to work on it more diligently for NaNoWriMo, but I'm sure I'll miss fanfiction somewhere in there. Forever ago, I did some meme and I don't remember where I got it, or how it goes, but since I seem to have no direction where my fanfic stuff goes right now, I thought I'd do it again. Originally, it was supposed to be all your writing projects, but I'm just doing fanfiction because... for one, I don't think anyone really wants to be bombarded by my original stuff, and for two, there are 38 WiP things I'm already putting here for FMA alone. That being said, while I'll probably just stick to Roy/Ed because it's easiest for me to convincingly write, if anyone has any requests,or if you see something on this list you'd especially like me to finish, feel free to post them and I'll try to work them in. <3
Post the first paragraph of each of your unfinished writing projects, along with a brief explanation.
1. There hadn’t been many perfect days in Edward Elric’s life.
This is the first sentence of my fic for this year's Big Bang. I suppose this doesn't count since I can't post it right now.
2. Roy had learned quite early on, that when it came down to it, it was infinitely easier to pick his battles where Ed was concerned. For all it had been true when Ed was only his subordinate, it was doubly so now. Sharing a home, sharing a bed with Edward was far more pleasant when they weren’t pointlessly squabbling.
Someone asked about something from Roy's PoV when I wrote "Winning" and this is the product of it, basically the story from his perspective.
3. It still hurt sometimes over the most innocuous things, sunlight that warmed his skin through the curtains though he would never see it again, a touch that never made its mark where his other senses failed him. Mostly, he didn’t have the heart to be bitter or ungrateful, not when he was still alive. Every once in a while though, he would feel his jaw clench in a hopeless sort of frustration he didn’t dare release.
I was apparently enamored with the idea of Roy without his sight. I'm not sure what my obsession is, but there's at least two more stories in my folder focusing on it.
4. It’s the wrong thing to say. He knows it even as it’s bleeding off his lips, but what is he meant to do? He wakes to Ed’s fingers barely a breath away, so close he could kiss them. That in itself is a startling thought just for having crossed his mind, a terrifying realization, and he knows no other way to regain the upper hand.
This is part 4 I guess, of a story that was supposed to just be a one shot and has turned into multiple one shots. It started with Keeping Secrets and has just kind of grown from there. I only wish I'd known and I wouldn't have written the damn thing in first person because while a oneshot in first person is fine, when it becomes longer, it starts sounding pretentious I think.
5. Love hadn’t really changed much between them. The shift of which walls surrounded them, from Roy’s office to a home that was slowly becoming theirs did not inspire any sort of peace. It only served to change the context of their fighting.
This is the product of me considering the way that committed couples tend to sometimes say really awful things to each other, and how that might go if it were Roy and Ed... because apparently I need depressing angsty things to write about
6. It started with the rain, or… perhaps it didn’t but the downpour was a fitting accomplice. Ed stood in the train station what might have been hours, staring at an empty bit of track where his brother’s train had been. The overhang shielded him from most of the storm, and Ed hardly seemed to notice the frigid mist that spattered his face.
I was working on effective imagery. Also, I think this is supposed to be one of my 100 moods fics
7. Roy’s head felt like it had been battered, throbbing furiously as he struggled to wake. His whole body ached actually, and he bit back a low groan, eyelashes flickering against his skin. A thousand little things vied for his muddled attention, but the most immediate was warmth. Maybe it had worked after all because the basement was cold, hard stone and he felt wrapped in something soft.
HAHAHA *points* Proof that I am actually sort of working on the next chapter of Song of the Broken Hearted, even if I haven't updated it in eleventy billion years.
8. The worst thing, the very worst thing, was how easy it had been. The sickening squelch of flesh giving beneath the press of an automail blade was drowned out by an anguished howl and the din of guns and alchemy. Ed still fancied he could hear it, and he watched in horror as a nameless soldier slumped to the ground.
I... don't actually know what this is, but I want to because it might be fun to write.
9. There was a strange, surreal sort of peace in the afterwards. The world stirred from an unnatural sleep with a foggy consciousness Roy found himself guiltily envying. The confusion was tangible but despite the darkness that surrounded him, he was acutely aware of the shambles that surrounded them all.
This would be blind!Roy fic number two. I'm not certain, but I think it was one of those things that was going to end up a multipart fic.
10. This wasn’t because he cared. It wasn’t. It wasn’t like he was checking on that smug, irritating bastard or anything. Oh no, this was retribution.
This is number 3. We were talking in a chatroom I hang out in about how pretty Roy was in the hospital near the end of Brotherhood, and oh goodness he was. This was meant to be Ed rationalizing how he was going to go torment Roy now that he couldn't really fight back and then being all >:EEEE because Roy is all pretty and stuff even blind and stuck in a hospital bed.
11. It was raining outside. There was a knock on the door, and a very drenched Edward on his porch, muttering about how he must be getting old with how slow he was answering the door.
No idea what this was, which makes sense seeing as it's from 2 1/2 years ago.
12. The fact that he was on the couch with Edward had just been a matter of convenience. Watching Breda and Havoc endeavor to out drink each other at the holiday party had been entertaining for a while, but eventually the couch in his office had seemed far more inviting than the raucous laughter and slurred boasting of his subordinates. Ed, on the other hand, had ended up on the couch because he’d drunk enough to make him wobbly, and even the automail wasn’t holding him up any longer. He flopped onto the leather cushions, breath leaving his chest in a soft whoosh. When Roy finally looked over, he was being regarded by a bleary set of golden eyes.
It's this fic where Ed is drunk and having sex dreams on Roy and I actually think I finished it, but I'm not sure.
13. “Mustang?” Ed’s hands stilled halfway down her belly on their way from her breasts to her waistline.
This was the beginning of a Roy/Ed Ed/Winry fic I started in which Winry sort of instigates this threesome with Roy and it all goes completely out of her control because Ed starts falling in love with Roy.
14. If anyone thought Edward falling in love would be simple, they would have been very, very wrong. Nothing was ever just simple with Ed. Like everything else, he seemed to go about it exactly the way that normal people generally didn’t.
I'm not entirely sure what this is except that apparently Ed was really ticked off to find he was falling for Roy.
15. It felt good to be free. The stone, homunculi, a world not his own, it all seemed like ancient history. After all they’d been through, Ed grinned to no one in particular that he and Al had made it out the other side. He’d been back almost four years now, and it still stunned him.
Oh my god, I'd forgotten about this story. I don't remember where the idea came from, but basically it's Ed rescuing Roy from a bad date or something.
16. Ed was never the half-assed type. He spent his whole life devoting every moment of it to one cause or another, something he believed in so very much that it bled into his whole being. There was nothing that was not another way he was working towards that goal, whatever it may be.
The title of the document said something about it being a contest fic, but for the life of me I have NO idea what contest it's talking about. The premise was basically that even though Ed "fixed" Al, he's starting to come apart at the seams, like his soul didn't quite reattach properly to his body.
17. Ed kisses as if the world is ending, slipping right out from under his feet. Perhaps it is because Roy can think of no other circumstance where it is remotely appropriate for him to so intimately recognize Ed’s mismatched touch, and yet metal fingertips scrabble at his back as if Ed plans to tear right through his shirt with them. Ed is heat and pressure and the universe is in ruins right now, crumbling in around their ears.
Umm... pretty sure this is just PWP
18. It was something like spring, and Roy couldn’t help but remember the very first time, something finally gave, and Ed offered a real smile, free of hostility, free of contempt. Perhaps it was something about the season, but the exchange had been genuinely pleasant. He could still remember the feel of new grass beneath them, tulip tree petals everywhere. They were scattered beneath the tree, blanketing the earth in white and pale pink, dropped from the branches with each catch of the breeze, settling in Ed’s hair like fat snowflakes. It had been a thoughtless action, and he hadn’t the slightest idea when this had begun to be comfortable, leaning forward, brushing the errant petals from golden locks left to hang for once, dripping in liquid currents down Ed’s shoulders, bangs swaying with every gentle rush of wind. They shielded his eyes, molten and vivid, but not his lips, that curved very slightly into a nervous smile.
I have no idea what this is. :(
19. It was not about the sex, Roy insisted to himself as Ed clumsily straddled him, all drive and desperation without an iota of finesse to be seen for miles around. No, it definitely wasn’t about the sex. Ed’s lips brushed sloppily over his and he couldn’t help remembering that the last girl he’d slept with was sure and gentle and didn’t practically backwash into his mouth.
This is the only paragraph in that document, but apparently my fascination with fail!sex goes back a ways. Maybe I'll actually finish this someday.
20. It was hard not to notice, the way Ed was changing. Roy watched him, determined and focused, the only obsession able to make room in his mind was retrieving Al’s body. He dedicated every waking moment, and, Roy ventured, not a few sleeping ones, to this task.
There's not much in this document, so I'm not sure what it is. Something about Ed randomly turning up on Roy's porch, but I didn't write enough to remind myself of why...
21. “I love your hair. It’s much nicer than my last girlfriend’s was.” Winry braced herself for the onslaught of yelling she expected from Ed.
This was some bit of banter between Roy and Ed and for some reason Winry was all standing in the hallway listening in to their conversation. I think visiting them maybe?
22. It had been rather foolish, he guessed, to think that Ed wouldn’t notice him coughing… not when it was loud enough to wake up his room mate who was generally dead to the world. If he hadn’t been hacking up a lung, it would have been comical the way Ed bounded into the room looking like someone had just set him on fire. Instead, he barely noticed until there was a halting touch at his back, and a face near his like Ed thought he could make it stop just by physical closeness or something.
This was Hei/Ed, in which Ed sets himself about taking care of Alfons while he's sick... by like... epic force or something. It gets progressively sillier.
23. Roy does not apologize for all the things he never said and never did. He does not tell Ed that he spent nights up, alone with a bottle of whiskey as his only companion, mourning something he didn’t entirely understand.
This is some inexplicable post original anime thing that totally disregards the movie... as I often do.
24. “It’ll be fun,” Roy cooed, his usual smirk quirking up just a little more, almost almost a smile.
I'm not sure what Roy is trying to convince Ed to do, only that it is not bondage because Ed talks about that in the next paragraph
25. He hadn’t meant it. It had just been a way to keep Edward from laughing. Oh, oh, oh, but there were hands in his hair, and lips on his neck, and god, if it had been a game before, it wasn’t now.
This is part of a fic in Doubleverse, the series of Ed/Ed/Roy stuff I was working on once upon a time. Sort of I miss it. ;_;
26. Alfons fought the urge to sneeze. He swatted at the strings tickling his nose, opening one eye when they only shifted and made the itching worse. It was hard to make out in the dark… but was that hair? He turned warily, and found himself nose to nose with Ed.
Sequel to Misunderstandings, a Hei/Ed fic I wrote
27. Ed looked from Roy, to Ling, and back to Roy. Where anyone had gotten the idea that this was a good plan of action was beyond him. Ling was a self assured greedy bastard. Come to think of it, so was Roy, even if he was less vocal about it. The bed was hardly big enough for one of their egos, let alone both of them.
Inexplicably, I was writing Roy/Ed/Ling.
28. It had seemed like a great idea at the time…
The only other words in the document are "THE END!!!" and also this was the title of the document. I think it is crackfic, but I can't be certain.
29. Roy looked over the report Al had turned in two hours earlier. There was no explanation as to why Ed wasn’t the one handing it over, or why it was typed and not written in Ed’s familiar scrawl. There were no complimentary sketches in the margins this time. The entire report was brisk and to the point, very very unlike Fullmetal. It wasn’t until the end that he began to understand, reading the paragraph ever so coldly labeled Collateral Damage.
An excuse to write a very angsty, sad oneshot.
30. Contrary to the writings of flowery romance authors everywhere, kissing Roy did not taste like chocolate or strawberries. Roy did not even taste of smoke and fire, his alchemy of choice. The only thing Ed could really pick out was the faint lingering bite of whiskey, and that wasn’t so much a taste as the alcohol smell that his nose translated into the kiss. The fact that Roy didn’t taste like candy and fruit didn’t disturb Ed. This was a fact he’d become well acquainted with recently, and it would have been rather silly if he’d picked now of all times to be worried over it. He couldn’t help but wonder though, if the flowery descriptions of kisses weren’t true, what else were they lying about?
Ehehehe... more fail sex.
31. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, and in theory maybe it was. It was safer for him, safer for Roy if they waited just a little bit longer. He’d wanted, desperately, impatiently, but somehow those never seemed like good enough reasons in the face of stolen kisses, promising more if he’d just hold out a little longer. A few more weeks and his contract would be up. A few more weeks and there’d be no repercussions. Just a little longer and he could stop looking over his shoulder, hoping no one else heard when he told Roy how he felt.
I started this fic for the anon thread thingy where Ed got raped in front of Roy, and then it was bugging me to be turned into a multipart fic. This is the second part I keep meaning to finish.
32. Plink.
Literally the ONLY word in the document. It's called Throwing Stones...
33. Soft kisses were pressed to his nose, eyelids, cheeks, forehead, and finally, finally his lips, delicate and barely touching. Fingers slid through his hair, tenderly pulling it from its braid as Roy’s tongue beckoned his mouth to open, learned every detail of his own.
Annnnnnndddddd more PWP.
34. Weren’t there supposed to be certain advantages to having a younger lover?
Take it for what it's worth? There was nothing else in the document.
35. When the world is torn asunder, rendered no more than chattel caught in the wind, people will cling to what they can to retain their lives, their sanity. They lean on their guns, their gods, sometimes each other, in desperation to prove that not all is shattered beyond repair, to convince themselves that it’s worth the fight, and they’re doing it for all the right reasons.
I think it's an alternate ending to the movie where Ed stays and then is all D: about the fact that he kind of managed to destroy Central.
36. He hadn’t really meant for things to turn out this way, and even now, when he was feeling silly about the whole ordeal, he blamed her. As if it weren’t bad enough that she’d captured him when he would have been perfectly fine on his own… once the wounds healed up, assuming something didn’t try to eat him first, but in her efforts to “save” him, she proved herself more and more incompetent. Honestly, the woman didn’t know the first thing about Mustangs.
I started zoofic? Who knew? I don't actually remember this at all.
37. “And so in theory,” the professor said, drawing something out on the chalkboard.
This was a multipart Hei/Ed fic I ended up scrapping. It starts out with Ed arguing with a professor
38. He held out two perfect arms, evidence of Al’s sacrifice, to the barricaded chasm that was the gate. The offer was made, his life for his brother’s, and he swore he could hear its voiceless laughter, cackling just beyond the reach of his ears.
This was an Ed/Ed plotfic I began for NaNo two years ago called Dirge of the Fallen. I may finish it yet.
Anyway, I've been working on an original thing for a while, and I'm planning to work on it more diligently for NaNoWriMo, but I'm sure I'll miss fanfiction somewhere in there. Forever ago, I did some meme and I don't remember where I got it, or how it goes, but since I seem to have no direction where my fanfic stuff goes right now, I thought I'd do it again. Originally, it was supposed to be all your writing projects, but I'm just doing fanfiction because... for one, I don't think anyone really wants to be bombarded by my original stuff, and for two, there are 38 WiP things I'm already putting here for FMA alone. That being said, while I'll probably just stick to Roy/Ed because it's easiest for me to convincingly write, if anyone has any requests,or if you see something on this list you'd especially like me to finish, feel free to post them and I'll try to work them in. <3
Post the first paragraph of each of your unfinished writing projects, along with a brief explanation.
1. There hadn’t been many perfect days in Edward Elric’s life.
This is the first sentence of my fic for this year's Big Bang. I suppose this doesn't count since I can't post it right now.
2. Roy had learned quite early on, that when it came down to it, it was infinitely easier to pick his battles where Ed was concerned. For all it had been true when Ed was only his subordinate, it was doubly so now. Sharing a home, sharing a bed with Edward was far more pleasant when they weren’t pointlessly squabbling.
Someone asked about something from Roy's PoV when I wrote "Winning" and this is the product of it, basically the story from his perspective.
3. It still hurt sometimes over the most innocuous things, sunlight that warmed his skin through the curtains though he would never see it again, a touch that never made its mark where his other senses failed him. Mostly, he didn’t have the heart to be bitter or ungrateful, not when he was still alive. Every once in a while though, he would feel his jaw clench in a hopeless sort of frustration he didn’t dare release.
I was apparently enamored with the idea of Roy without his sight. I'm not sure what my obsession is, but there's at least two more stories in my folder focusing on it.
4. It’s the wrong thing to say. He knows it even as it’s bleeding off his lips, but what is he meant to do? He wakes to Ed’s fingers barely a breath away, so close he could kiss them. That in itself is a startling thought just for having crossed his mind, a terrifying realization, and he knows no other way to regain the upper hand.
This is part 4 I guess, of a story that was supposed to just be a one shot and has turned into multiple one shots. It started with Keeping Secrets and has just kind of grown from there. I only wish I'd known and I wouldn't have written the damn thing in first person because while a oneshot in first person is fine, when it becomes longer, it starts sounding pretentious I think.
5. Love hadn’t really changed much between them. The shift of which walls surrounded them, from Roy’s office to a home that was slowly becoming theirs did not inspire any sort of peace. It only served to change the context of their fighting.
This is the product of me considering the way that committed couples tend to sometimes say really awful things to each other, and how that might go if it were Roy and Ed... because apparently I need depressing angsty things to write about
6. It started with the rain, or… perhaps it didn’t but the downpour was a fitting accomplice. Ed stood in the train station what might have been hours, staring at an empty bit of track where his brother’s train had been. The overhang shielded him from most of the storm, and Ed hardly seemed to notice the frigid mist that spattered his face.
I was working on effective imagery. Also, I think this is supposed to be one of my 100 moods fics
7. Roy’s head felt like it had been battered, throbbing furiously as he struggled to wake. His whole body ached actually, and he bit back a low groan, eyelashes flickering against his skin. A thousand little things vied for his muddled attention, but the most immediate was warmth. Maybe it had worked after all because the basement was cold, hard stone and he felt wrapped in something soft.
HAHAHA *points* Proof that I am actually sort of working on the next chapter of Song of the Broken Hearted, even if I haven't updated it in eleventy billion years.
8. The worst thing, the very worst thing, was how easy it had been. The sickening squelch of flesh giving beneath the press of an automail blade was drowned out by an anguished howl and the din of guns and alchemy. Ed still fancied he could hear it, and he watched in horror as a nameless soldier slumped to the ground.
I... don't actually know what this is, but I want to because it might be fun to write.
9. There was a strange, surreal sort of peace in the afterwards. The world stirred from an unnatural sleep with a foggy consciousness Roy found himself guiltily envying. The confusion was tangible but despite the darkness that surrounded him, he was acutely aware of the shambles that surrounded them all.
This would be blind!Roy fic number two. I'm not certain, but I think it was one of those things that was going to end up a multipart fic.
10. This wasn’t because he cared. It wasn’t. It wasn’t like he was checking on that smug, irritating bastard or anything. Oh no, this was retribution.
This is number 3. We were talking in a chatroom I hang out in about how pretty Roy was in the hospital near the end of Brotherhood, and oh goodness he was. This was meant to be Ed rationalizing how he was going to go torment Roy now that he couldn't really fight back and then being all >:EEEE because Roy is all pretty and stuff even blind and stuck in a hospital bed.
11. It was raining outside. There was a knock on the door, and a very drenched Edward on his porch, muttering about how he must be getting old with how slow he was answering the door.
No idea what this was, which makes sense seeing as it's from 2 1/2 years ago.
12. The fact that he was on the couch with Edward had just been a matter of convenience. Watching Breda and Havoc endeavor to out drink each other at the holiday party had been entertaining for a while, but eventually the couch in his office had seemed far more inviting than the raucous laughter and slurred boasting of his subordinates. Ed, on the other hand, had ended up on the couch because he’d drunk enough to make him wobbly, and even the automail wasn’t holding him up any longer. He flopped onto the leather cushions, breath leaving his chest in a soft whoosh. When Roy finally looked over, he was being regarded by a bleary set of golden eyes.
It's this fic where Ed is drunk and having sex dreams on Roy and I actually think I finished it, but I'm not sure.
13. “Mustang?” Ed’s hands stilled halfway down her belly on their way from her breasts to her waistline.
This was the beginning of a Roy/Ed Ed/Winry fic I started in which Winry sort of instigates this threesome with Roy and it all goes completely out of her control because Ed starts falling in love with Roy.
14. If anyone thought Edward falling in love would be simple, they would have been very, very wrong. Nothing was ever just simple with Ed. Like everything else, he seemed to go about it exactly the way that normal people generally didn’t.
I'm not entirely sure what this is except that apparently Ed was really ticked off to find he was falling for Roy.
15. It felt good to be free. The stone, homunculi, a world not his own, it all seemed like ancient history. After all they’d been through, Ed grinned to no one in particular that he and Al had made it out the other side. He’d been back almost four years now, and it still stunned him.
Oh my god, I'd forgotten about this story. I don't remember where the idea came from, but basically it's Ed rescuing Roy from a bad date or something.
16. Ed was never the half-assed type. He spent his whole life devoting every moment of it to one cause or another, something he believed in so very much that it bled into his whole being. There was nothing that was not another way he was working towards that goal, whatever it may be.
The title of the document said something about it being a contest fic, but for the life of me I have NO idea what contest it's talking about. The premise was basically that even though Ed "fixed" Al, he's starting to come apart at the seams, like his soul didn't quite reattach properly to his body.
17. Ed kisses as if the world is ending, slipping right out from under his feet. Perhaps it is because Roy can think of no other circumstance where it is remotely appropriate for him to so intimately recognize Ed’s mismatched touch, and yet metal fingertips scrabble at his back as if Ed plans to tear right through his shirt with them. Ed is heat and pressure and the universe is in ruins right now, crumbling in around their ears.
Umm... pretty sure this is just PWP
18. It was something like spring, and Roy couldn’t help but remember the very first time, something finally gave, and Ed offered a real smile, free of hostility, free of contempt. Perhaps it was something about the season, but the exchange had been genuinely pleasant. He could still remember the feel of new grass beneath them, tulip tree petals everywhere. They were scattered beneath the tree, blanketing the earth in white and pale pink, dropped from the branches with each catch of the breeze, settling in Ed’s hair like fat snowflakes. It had been a thoughtless action, and he hadn’t the slightest idea when this had begun to be comfortable, leaning forward, brushing the errant petals from golden locks left to hang for once, dripping in liquid currents down Ed’s shoulders, bangs swaying with every gentle rush of wind. They shielded his eyes, molten and vivid, but not his lips, that curved very slightly into a nervous smile.
I have no idea what this is. :(
19. It was not about the sex, Roy insisted to himself as Ed clumsily straddled him, all drive and desperation without an iota of finesse to be seen for miles around. No, it definitely wasn’t about the sex. Ed’s lips brushed sloppily over his and he couldn’t help remembering that the last girl he’d slept with was sure and gentle and didn’t practically backwash into his mouth.
This is the only paragraph in that document, but apparently my fascination with fail!sex goes back a ways. Maybe I'll actually finish this someday.
20. It was hard not to notice, the way Ed was changing. Roy watched him, determined and focused, the only obsession able to make room in his mind was retrieving Al’s body. He dedicated every waking moment, and, Roy ventured, not a few sleeping ones, to this task.
There's not much in this document, so I'm not sure what it is. Something about Ed randomly turning up on Roy's porch, but I didn't write enough to remind myself of why...
21. “I love your hair. It’s much nicer than my last girlfriend’s was.” Winry braced herself for the onslaught of yelling she expected from Ed.
This was some bit of banter between Roy and Ed and for some reason Winry was all standing in the hallway listening in to their conversation. I think visiting them maybe?
22. It had been rather foolish, he guessed, to think that Ed wouldn’t notice him coughing… not when it was loud enough to wake up his room mate who was generally dead to the world. If he hadn’t been hacking up a lung, it would have been comical the way Ed bounded into the room looking like someone had just set him on fire. Instead, he barely noticed until there was a halting touch at his back, and a face near his like Ed thought he could make it stop just by physical closeness or something.
This was Hei/Ed, in which Ed sets himself about taking care of Alfons while he's sick... by like... epic force or something. It gets progressively sillier.
23. Roy does not apologize for all the things he never said and never did. He does not tell Ed that he spent nights up, alone with a bottle of whiskey as his only companion, mourning something he didn’t entirely understand.
This is some inexplicable post original anime thing that totally disregards the movie... as I often do.
24. “It’ll be fun,” Roy cooed, his usual smirk quirking up just a little more, almost almost a smile.
I'm not sure what Roy is trying to convince Ed to do, only that it is not bondage because Ed talks about that in the next paragraph
25. He hadn’t meant it. It had just been a way to keep Edward from laughing. Oh, oh, oh, but there were hands in his hair, and lips on his neck, and god, if it had been a game before, it wasn’t now.
This is part of a fic in Doubleverse, the series of Ed/Ed/Roy stuff I was working on once upon a time. Sort of I miss it. ;_;
26. Alfons fought the urge to sneeze. He swatted at the strings tickling his nose, opening one eye when they only shifted and made the itching worse. It was hard to make out in the dark… but was that hair? He turned warily, and found himself nose to nose with Ed.
Sequel to Misunderstandings, a Hei/Ed fic I wrote
27. Ed looked from Roy, to Ling, and back to Roy. Where anyone had gotten the idea that this was a good plan of action was beyond him. Ling was a self assured greedy bastard. Come to think of it, so was Roy, even if he was less vocal about it. The bed was hardly big enough for one of their egos, let alone both of them.
Inexplicably, I was writing Roy/Ed/Ling.
28. It had seemed like a great idea at the time…
The only other words in the document are "THE END!!!" and also this was the title of the document. I think it is crackfic, but I can't be certain.
29. Roy looked over the report Al had turned in two hours earlier. There was no explanation as to why Ed wasn’t the one handing it over, or why it was typed and not written in Ed’s familiar scrawl. There were no complimentary sketches in the margins this time. The entire report was brisk and to the point, very very unlike Fullmetal. It wasn’t until the end that he began to understand, reading the paragraph ever so coldly labeled Collateral Damage.
An excuse to write a very angsty, sad oneshot.
30. Contrary to the writings of flowery romance authors everywhere, kissing Roy did not taste like chocolate or strawberries. Roy did not even taste of smoke and fire, his alchemy of choice. The only thing Ed could really pick out was the faint lingering bite of whiskey, and that wasn’t so much a taste as the alcohol smell that his nose translated into the kiss. The fact that Roy didn’t taste like candy and fruit didn’t disturb Ed. This was a fact he’d become well acquainted with recently, and it would have been rather silly if he’d picked now of all times to be worried over it. He couldn’t help but wonder though, if the flowery descriptions of kisses weren’t true, what else were they lying about?
Ehehehe... more fail sex.
31. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, and in theory maybe it was. It was safer for him, safer for Roy if they waited just a little bit longer. He’d wanted, desperately, impatiently, but somehow those never seemed like good enough reasons in the face of stolen kisses, promising more if he’d just hold out a little longer. A few more weeks and his contract would be up. A few more weeks and there’d be no repercussions. Just a little longer and he could stop looking over his shoulder, hoping no one else heard when he told Roy how he felt.
I started this fic for the anon thread thingy where Ed got raped in front of Roy, and then it was bugging me to be turned into a multipart fic. This is the second part I keep meaning to finish.
32. Plink.
Literally the ONLY word in the document. It's called Throwing Stones...
33. Soft kisses were pressed to his nose, eyelids, cheeks, forehead, and finally, finally his lips, delicate and barely touching. Fingers slid through his hair, tenderly pulling it from its braid as Roy’s tongue beckoned his mouth to open, learned every detail of his own.
Annnnnnndddddd more PWP.
34. Weren’t there supposed to be certain advantages to having a younger lover?
Take it for what it's worth? There was nothing else in the document.
35. When the world is torn asunder, rendered no more than chattel caught in the wind, people will cling to what they can to retain their lives, their sanity. They lean on their guns, their gods, sometimes each other, in desperation to prove that not all is shattered beyond repair, to convince themselves that it’s worth the fight, and they’re doing it for all the right reasons.
I think it's an alternate ending to the movie where Ed stays and then is all D: about the fact that he kind of managed to destroy Central.
36. He hadn’t really meant for things to turn out this way, and even now, when he was feeling silly about the whole ordeal, he blamed her. As if it weren’t bad enough that she’d captured him when he would have been perfectly fine on his own… once the wounds healed up, assuming something didn’t try to eat him first, but in her efforts to “save” him, she proved herself more and more incompetent. Honestly, the woman didn’t know the first thing about Mustangs.
I started zoofic? Who knew? I don't actually remember this at all.
37. “And so in theory,” the professor said, drawing something out on the chalkboard.
This was a multipart Hei/Ed fic I ended up scrapping. It starts out with Ed arguing with a professor
38. He held out two perfect arms, evidence of Al’s sacrifice, to the barricaded chasm that was the gate. The offer was made, his life for his brother’s, and he swore he could hear its voiceless laughter, cackling just beyond the reach of his ears.
This was an Ed/Ed plotfic I began for NaNo two years ago called Dirge of the Fallen. I may finish it yet.