Tiny Miniskirts
A Series of Fullmetal Alchemist Short Stories
Author: Kurama-Sweethart (Moe)
Rating: Changed to teen: For Ed's mouth and sexual references
Pairings: Various – My favorites being featured most often. :3 Yeah, I'm biased. Sue me.
Convenience
Words: 134
It was more a matter of convenience and lust than love or some other pretty word. Lieutenant Hawkeye was there after hours, as was Ross, and things just happened in a frantic storm of gropes and kisses. There was no bewilderment at the beauty of each other's naked bodies, half illuminated by moonlight filtering in through the open windows, no promises of forever and no declarations of undying commitment. Just the fogged concept of senses and sensations and here and now.
And yet, neither felt regret over the heated events the next morning or in the years to come, and often times thought to themselves how they'd like to try it again, but never asked or offered. It was simply a pleasant memory, something to reflect on to bring a smile to their face.
Past Tense
--(If you can guess the pairing, I'd be surprised)
Words: 157
He had loved her. She had been this perfect, beautiful woman who had stumbled into his life by what he thought to be some random stroke of luck or card of fate. She had smiled at him, eyes a curious gray rimmed in beautiful, soft violet. She had a sense of humor and seemed to like him too. He could never have asked for a better girlfriend.
He soon found out she had only used him, like some pawn in the demented game she played. His perfect woman was really not even really human at all. And yet, he couldn't help but feel glad for her- glad she had died happily, glad she had reached her goal in her last moments. No, he couldn't bring himself to hate the woman, a living doll and yet filled with so much emotion. Yes, he decided finally through an inhale of tobacco, he did love her, and he still does.
Rose By Any Other Name
Words: 171
As a child, Rose had always loved the elegant flowers that had been her namesake. However, raised in a desolate, desert village, she rarely was blessed with seeing one, or the pleasure of running her fingers down the velvety, curved petals. Her father brought roses back from the city sometimes, when he went on a trip, but the trek across the desert had always made them dry and shriveled.
She had clung to Cornello, not only because he promised her beloved Cain back to life, but also because he grew her roses in the back of the temple: large, colorful patches of the flowers that she so adored. After Cornello was overthrown, her roses wilted once more, personifying Lior's state of chaos.
It wasn't until later, while staying with her child at the Rockbell residence, that she saw her roses again. Winry handed the large bouquet to her, a sly smile on her pretty face.
"For you." She said as Rose buried her face in the soft buds. "Forever and always."
To be continued, obviously. I'm thinking of continuing up to 30 Themes- since it's the easiest of 3 multiples- unless I want to continue on to 60 or 45.