Disclaimer: Anything you recognize probably doesn't belong to me. Besides, if Ed and Roy ever really ended up together, do you think I'd feel the desire to write this?
Title: Inferno
Author: fuery (Marissa)
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Rating: PG-13 for Edward's filthy tongue, some spoilers along the way, and yaoi. If you didn't already get the hint, there it is.
Sidenotes: This is just a collection of drabbles and one-shots that I've been working on lately. Expect around 100. Constructive criticism is always welcome and so are generally kind reviews. If you love 'em let me know. If you flame me on the pairing, you'll probably just be ignored, as you had fair warning of what you were going to be reading. But otherwise, flames in general, are…well I guess as welcome as rude words can be. Often, these pieces will feature Restored!Al, if only because I didn't even really like him until I saw the movie :-[ whoops?
I know I thought I'd have up to 41 written by Monday but I worked most of the weekend and when I wasn't working, I was out. To make amends for this, I have up to 40 written, and they'll be posted within the next few days! Sorry! Now I have to hurry through this one- I have Japanese class next. I have a film viewing project to ace. Who can pass that one up? Come on, seriously.
Next time, on Inferno: 37. Bottom. Who's the man in the relationship, anyway?
36. Angel
The last time Roy Mustang ever lays eyes on Edward Elric, it is not when they're saying their goodbyes. He's laying facedown in a pool of his own blood, dying, unconscious. He'll tell himself later that it had been a dream, a mirage, but behind one closed eyelid, all he can continue to see is Edward- whole and all human, flesh and blood, every inch.
In his mind, he watches, feels a terrible tug in his chest as the sight. Edward is whole and human and ready to give that up once again. Roy feels a little bit jealous of Alphonse in the heaviness of this moment, but the feeling vanishes within an instant.
Seeing Edward in the midst of that circle, strong and sure and selfless, the tug in his chest pulls even harder than before. When the teen's hands come together, then gently rest against the marking on his chest, everything goes soft and glows blue. And Roy thinks only one thing.
He doesn't believe in heaven, but from that moment on, he finds himself believing in angels.