"My head was killing me. I could pinpoint exact shreds of sunlight that made me want to growl in frustration and in need of longer sleep. No, I wasn't asleep. Nor I was awake." OC attached. /Her POV/

Sometimes, feeling someone is enough. AU. Drabble. Title from a Panic! At The Disco song.

Alchemy... It destroyed my family and my life. I was thrown into situations I could've avoided. But... I can't imagine life without him... Can I survive if I choose to love him? EdwardxOC CainexOC RoyxRiza. SUITABLE FOR OLDER TEENS. SOME MATURE CONTENT

The imagination is a damned thing.

Modern day AU, CoS-verse: New York City. It's four weeks 'til the big day and Riza wants dance lessons. What's Roy to do when he meets his new instructor? RizaxRoy and RoyEd UST.

Ed and Al got in a little trouble, and are now in Resembool for repair, but would Pinako and Winry let them leave so soon, when Christmas is so close? EdxWin

The truth is everyone feels the rain... its only some that feel it every day.

Porque el instinto era aquella picazón en su cuello que había evitado que la sangre y sesos de Roy Mustang estuviesen regados por todo el Cuartel General.

There was something about Al's wedding that was bothering Ed. Drabble.

What happens when Ed gets jealous? -A side story for TBA-

A mysterious girl shows up on the Elric's doorstep one day and a new bond is formed between her and the brothers Authors note: This story completely sucks. I wrote it when I was like, ten. It's such a Mary-Sue story line and OC. I'm really sorry. Lol

"If you think about it and look past this desert, the sunset's beautiful. Just simple things like the sunset can bring things together, don't you think? It's funny how that works." "Or just saying thank you." She smiled at him and he smiled back. Royai

"There will be a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning." A series of one-shots that cycle through characters and time periods concerning Edward Elric and the end of the series. Now with plot! Major spoilers

Mustang is Fuhrer and Riza is his second in command... little do they know they're going to be having a tiny contribution to their relationship...

FMA drabble. Word count: 100 on the dot. Characters: Ed and Al, brotherly. Nonyaoi. Sister-drabble to "For Now, Just Sleep" by TheSleepingNeko. ...Sometimes you just need to sleep without worrying about anything else.

Sometimes you need to just sleep and not worry about tomorrow... FMA drabble. Word count: 100 exactly. Characters: Al and Ed, brotherly. Nonyaoi. This's the sister-drabble to "Just Sleep, For Now" by mismantle. Please read and review!

*Elysia's POV* She's growing up, but she'll always remember every butterfly kiss and every hug from her beloved father. Loosely based on the song Butterfly Kisses by Bob Carlisle. Probably more like Kplus, but I'm paranoid. Please enjoy and R&R!

Fuery is targeted by a mob that targets military to force Mustang into cooperation. They should have known better. Nobody messes with his team and lives. Much Fuery whump! Fuery/Havoc friendship. No slash or romance.

Sceptre of Flamel: Please don't leave me alone again. Roy/Ed.

Roy and Riza finally have a quiet moment together. Set after The Promised Day although it's not necessary for you to have seen/read that. T for paranoia :

Reverse'verse: This is how it all ends. Technically death!fic. Technically.

Short stories, individual scenes, etc... from throughout the They All Lived story continuum that either wrote themselves afterward or did not fit within the main stories being written at the time, but are still important! Author's notes explain context.

Porque sentían que ya se habían visto un millón de veces antes; tal vez, en otra vida.

Even when you think you've lost everything, there's always people you can call family. So aren't they the ones you should be with during the holidays? Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!

Death can leave such a stain on one's mind. It can open up the door to something terrible, something that eats at the soul and changes reality. Riza sits on the floor of the cellar, only wishing she could make sense of what's real.