Alright, here we go! 45 RoyxEd titles/themes, and I decided to make them into an ongoing story. I got these themes from the LJ community fma yaoi. ff dot net plus links equals hate.

http(colondoublebackslash)www(dot)livejournal(dot)com/community/fma(underscore)yaoi/43334(dot)html

Titles translated by hagane no. I don't own FMA. Need I repeat that this story(stories) is(are) ROYxED. Meaning shounen-ai. Meaning yaoi. Meaning boy love. Meaning FLAMING GAY. Meaning male homosexuals, and interactions between said male homosexuals, ranging from hugs, to kisses, to sex. If a chapter contains more explicit material, I'll put a note of that in the pretext of that chapter, so if you don't want to read it, you can just skip it, and still read the rest of what I've written. n.n;

Have fun. And let the RoyxEd begin! Oh, and I swear they're going to tie together somehow...even if it's not apparent just yet...


3. 1st Year

Edward had thought he'd been prepared to take on the title of Dog of the Military. He'd thought that after human transmutation he could take any blow in stride and still get up and walk away from it.

His first year as Fullmetal taught him he should know better.

That first year was the hardest, and that damn Mustang wasn't cutting him any slack either. It was always Fullmetal do this and Fullmetal investigate that. And when it wasn't, Ed found himself with the most disturbing longing for it to be back to orders again, as if he actually found comfort in it.

Roy watched him over folded hands, practically eye to eye even though Edward stood and he himself sat. Fullmetal fidgeted with pent up energy, anger, frustration, and Roy knew it all too well. That first year, he put it upon himself to be the receptacle for the boy's venting, poking and teasing just right to get the short blonde to let it all out.

It really was the least he could do to keep Edward at a safe distance. Fullmetal was, despite his mental age, still a child, and thusly easily molded and changed by the events that he experienced.

And Roy wasn't going to forget that Ed was a child. If he did, he knew that he would regret it.

The incident with Barry the Chopper was a cold, hard, smack in the face for the both of them, Flame as well as Fullmetal. Mustang picked Elric's assignments carefully, pushed him to learn, but not too fast. But there was a child sitting on those steps outside the freezer, and there was no denying it.

Then there was the Tucker case, and just thinking about it sent shivers down Roy's spine. Edward had come away from those horrors and seemed older still. But when Roy grabbed a hold of Fullmetal's wrist in that alleyway, and golden eyes too old for the small, child's body looked back at him, he forcefully reminded himself that yes, this was a child.

That burning look had pierced right into his soul, and a cold shower and a warm bed were all Mustang could do for himself to shoot down the thoughts that threatened to take over his actions. Fullmetal was a child. It didn't matter how old those eyes looked, he was still a child, he was a subordinate, and Roy should most definitely get his head checked if he thought even for a second that it could work.

Roy Mustang shaped Edward Elric, that first year especially. In under a year, the Colonel had managed to keep his hands off Fullmetal, make the boy loathe him with every fibre of his being, and shape him into his own person with a flippant disregard for orders and a completely uncaged spirit. It was a feat he could truly be proud of.


So? Have I scared you people off yet? No? Good! Please review, I like cookies…and catnip…give the kitty some treats for her efforts?

I like fire, but I don't like flames. Any flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n; Constructive criticism is your friend and mine.