Tiny Miniskirts
A Series of Fullmetal Alchemist Short Stories
Author: Kurama-Sweethart (Moe)
Rating: Mature (Ed's mouth, maybe sexual references, ect.)
Pairings: Various
Author's Note: I had to jump on the bandwagon, I just had to. Many thanks to Requiem of Silence for being an awesome fic-partner and friend. Also to Just-A-Rambling-Romantic for being the ultimate inspiration to write short stories. Each will probably be fairly short- never any longer than 500 words or so.

Home
Words: 320

Edward Elric was a prodigy. He taught himself the basics of alchemy- hell, he had taught himself pretty much everything he knew. There were no secrets once the young alchemist had set his eyes on his prize. You could lie and scrounge and put all your effort into making him blind to whatever it was he wanted, but he would find it out in the end. Edward Elric was resourceful; using whatever he could find to aide him in his cause. If resources weren't available, he'd make them. If he needed alchemy and didn't have an array- he learned to transmute without one.

Edward Elric was determined. He wouldn't – no, couldn't give up- until he had reached his goal, and even then that wasn't enough. He had to plow through it, meeting his ambitions and making higher ones at the same time. The young alchemist wasn't happy unless he succeeded at everything with flying colors.

The same could be said for his love life, Roy mused, sipping from his coffee. Despite his naiveté when it came to women, the Fullmetal was very smooth, jumping into sex with as much ambition and determination as anything else- picking up on tricks quickly and then putting his own flavor into them. His movements were fluid and confident, and anyone would be surprised to find out that he was indeed a virgin, albeit far from any sort of blushing. He dominated in the bedroom, insisting things go his way. Everything was controlled and safe unless he gave full permission for otherwise.

Edward Elric was someone to come home to. He was the cozy house, the warm fire, the mug of hot cocoa waiting for him when he got home from a particularly long transfer or mission that happened to come up. He was what Roy came back for. Ed was the only reason he came back.

Wherever there was Edward Elric, Roy was home.

Miniskirts
Words: 168

Ed groaned, looking up at Roy's jeering face. "Is there anything I can do to make you reconsider?" He asked pathetically.

The Colonel shook his head. "No chance."

Turning back to the closed door, which Ed had been kindly informed that both Winry, Al, and the rest of Roy's military company were behind. Taking a deep breath, he screwed his face up and squinted his eyes closed before shoving his way through the door and waiting as all eyes soon turned on him.

"Edward… is that my skirt?" Winry asked behind her hand, in which she was rudely giggling behind. Every one else, save for Al, were chortling loudly, because when the Fullmetal had burst through the door, their eyes met the small alchemist clad in what was in fact Winry's black miniskirt and rather lacy blouse.

As Mustang laughed against the doorframe, Ed glared at everyone in the room, crossing his arms angrily across his chest. "I lost a bet." He mumbled.

Nightmares
Words: 232

In the long nights Al endured, lying awake while his elder brother slept, he tried not to think about the soft moans and screams coming from across the room. He'd try to think of other things, like the rain whispering mournfully against the window, or the way the shadows danced along the walls. And when the whimpers got louder and more urgent, he'd grimace and turn his head, mulling over what they were going to do the next day, or reviewing all the information they had researched the previous days.

Ed would toss; sweat beading his forehead, kicking his legs at some imaginary foe, calling out for their mother, Trisha, or sometimes for the Colonel, or even for Al himself. Then he'd calm down, brows furrowed in concentration as his dream took a less traumatizing role. It was then that he would start up again, this time clutching his arm in silent agony, mouth opening idly to emit a silent scream.

It was like this every night, and sometimes Al didn't think he could take it anymore. But he didn't dare mention it to his brother. Edward had pride, and it would crush him to know that Al had a brother who was still scared by his nightmares.

Everyone needed a moment of weakness, Al reminded himself for what felt like the hundredth time. But it didn't make him feel any better.

To be continued. I don't know how many there will be in the end, I probably will keep going until I find a leisurely stopping point. Yes, I will continue to have three to a chapter, concidering their length. Do leave me a review on your way out, and thanks for reading:D