Marie Mjolnir is one witch's soul shy of becoming a death scythe when karma deals her meister a rotten hand. With Marie's window of opportunity coming to a close, Lord Death makes a bold suggestion: Pair Marie with the DWMA's most promising, if unstable, meister. Of course, Franken Stein isn't without his own baggage. Is Stein worthy enough to wield the famed lightning hammer?

"How am I ever supposed to be somebody if I don't have something special to set me apart?" "You already are somebody," she answered. The corners of her eyes crinkled, matching her small, withered grin. "You're a good person and the best student he's ever had. You'll be a great alchemist someday if that's what you want. I believe it."

Sparks fly at the annual Autumn fair when Central University's ROTC program hosts a kissing booth. Cadet Hawkeye swears she won't find herself in the hot seat. Cadet Major Mustang vows that he won't get a little too familiar with his favorite subordinate. Pucker up, buttercup. Some promises are made to be broken.

They parted ways in gut-wrenching fashion, occasioned by Jellal's folly of youth. After four years of collecting lackluster notches on his bedpost, Erza asks a favor. And really, who is he to refuse her? Fairy Tail Modern AU, a tale as old as time complete with drunken texts, Instagram and the kind of regretful angst that being single at someone else's wedding can cause.

Roy Mustang tightened his collar and braced himself to bear Ishval's desolate desert landscape, but each sunset added more terrible, colorful deeds to the flame alchemist's funeral pyre. "Do you still remember me?" the young sniper asked with a whey-faced glare. In all honesty, he wasn't sure. Roy wasn't prepared to find it all so vibrant.

Some looked and saw only the surface interactions, but that was where the Hero of Ishval and the Hawk's Eye failed. Intimacy was a condition that the best poker face could not mask. And Mustang was no exception to the rule: Men in love were fools, risking ruin to indulge their own desires. And at the very heart of the issue, Wrath knew because he and his wife were not so different.

Maes Hughes heartily shook his head. "You're getting a reputation, Mustang. One you might not deserve in the end. Idealistic guys like you don't go through women left and right because they can't find someone to settle down with." "Then why do 'idealistic guys like me' go through women, oh perceptive one," Roy asked with braggadocio. Read to find out! Short one-shot.

Kaori was more than the memory of a beautiful girl; she was a force of nature. From the moment she walked into Kousei's dull life through her final days, she breathed light and color into the young pianist's atrophied soul. Kaori's death occasioned a tidal wave within Kousei, but he hadn't let the waters take him this time, not after all she had done to bring him back.

There was a particular brand of misery that came with being close to both Edward Elric and Winry Rockbell. Even after the trials of the promised day the would-be childhood sweethearts were no closer to actually admitting they were in love, but they sure loved to talk about it. How's a guy supposed to get any sleep?