Essentially, everything an alchemist touches turns to gold; but the world tends to hide its eyes from the truth that what becomes gold must turn back to lead, eventually. As Ed continues his search for Al, he finds this out, the hard way.

¿Sabían que la leche puede ser un tibio y dulce brebaje tranquilizante?. Al menos ese es el efecto que tiene con los hombres Mustang . Un family un tanto extraño, pero tierno.

It's a regular morning, as usual, until the Colonel takes it into his hands to upturn the natural order in their little office. Royai, Team Mustang centric.

ROYAI. Time is running, Hawkeye. You ought to tell him soon, hun, before you miss your chance.

Edward finally performs the transmutation to restore Al to his body. But all is not well... Complete. Warning for violence, blood, angst.

Roy has a bladder infection and is in diapers. When he he makes a mess of himself he needs Riza to clean him up. Will be mature. Awkward idea Diapers involved. M/F and suggestion of M/M. Roy/Riza/Roy.

2 worlds, parted by a single gate. No one knows the other exists in till now as 3 children embark on a journey that will define the laws of Equivalent Exchange, and Alchemy forever.

Sara's a busy State Alchemist with more guy problems than she wants. Aldon's headed up to Fort Briggs for some serious training, with his best friend and his girlfriend. Ethan's finished his last auto-mail surgery. Edward's turning 50! Life continues.

This was co-written with Sarah Liz, my friend from We both write a little and attribute to the general idea of this story. Roy needs to get his body back, Al needs to find Scar, and Ed needs his Father.

Ed doesn't like being alone in the least. This story now has a follow up drabble I wrote called "Alone No More". Please check it out.

Su busqueda ha terminado, al despertar ella ya no tendra voluntad..... Se desperto algo extrañado debido a que sus sueños eran mas dulces que la realidad... Royai. Dejen reviews...

Roy provides some comfort to Ed after a very promising lead proves to be useless. :No pairings, Parental!Roy, Drabble:

Mangaverse, EdWin, set after the promised day. She bakes an apple pie everyday. They will come back. They- she- he- promised. They will come back.

Yaoi, EdxRoy. Lemons, Limes. When Roy invites Ed out for a drink afer work, Ed willingly agrees, hoping to start something between them. But, after Ed confesses his feelings, Roy lures him into a dangerous agreement, forcing Ed to play master and servent

RoyAi. Porque las personas a las que apreciamos son nuestra luz de la esperanza.

When Roy disobeys an order by saving and adopting a little girl, he finds that secrets are harder to keep than he thought. In addition, the higher ups want her dead. The time will come when Roy has to choose between his morals and his dream.

Learning to Drive is not always a good thing, at least not for Greed

Edward e Alphonse estão presos no mundo chamado de além da porta,mas não desistiram de um dia poder voltar para o seu mundo.Uma ajuda inesperada vinda de um estranho poderá os deixar surpresos.Será essa a chance de realizar seus sonhos? EdxWinry

We knew going into this what the possible consequences were

Roy has gone to a lot of trouble to get himself noticed for his next promotion. But the kind of attention Ed has drawn on him isn't quite what he had in mind...

What if Edward had a deeper, more personal reason for hating his father than Al knew? What if Edward was too good at keeping secrets and at lying? What if Edward wasn't entirely human? This is my tale containing all those elements. Basic summery chapter 1

Bueno es una tontería. Es un EdWin espero disfruten... Que pasa luego de una pequeña pelea entre estos 2?

Envy is forced into a lamp, and after 400 years finally falls into the hands of Edward Elric. What chaos could come from this? Collab with StarLightning101.

His journey over, Ed finds home isn’t what he expected and struggles to adjust to his new life. Halloween fic, post-manga, Ed-centric but Ed/Winry.

A short oneshot, rated K, no pairings. Schiezka on Hughes' death, not quite angsty. Written in the way I think- with the mind of a synesthete.