Elricest for 1sentence
I finally finished my 1sentence claim. Will post to the community sometime when I don't have a fever, so I know at least I'm being coherent. (Read: Be wary.)
I think I let them have too much plot. ;_; I could put the theme a line above the sentence, too, if the format's annoying anyone.
Recently learned that the em-dash is supposed to be used without spaces between words. Am deliberately ignoring that for this fic - since there is only one sentence for each, I want there to be space. It didn't feel right the other way.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Edward Elric/Alphonse Elric
Theme Set: Alpha
Rating: G-NC-17 (but mostly on the G side, since I'm bad with porn)
Warnings: Spoilers for the whole series and the movie. Incest. Armor!sex. Run-on sentences and Taskemus not making sense, argh.
Notes: These are all separate and have nothing at all to do with one another.
01 (Comfort): Rain is dripping down from the trees outside (softly, barely there), and Alphonse curls his hand around his brother’s fingers - warm cotton blankets - and still can barely believe that they have achieved their dream.
02 (Kiss): Edward swivels his head around and stares back at him, uncomprehending - and Alphonse looks down at his feet (so stupid to have blundered, the minute they set eyes on each other) and whispers, “it was just a suggestion.”
03 (Soft): “Soft,” Edward replies, and can tell already that Alfons does not understand - because really, who would describe a suit of armor like that?
04 (Pain): And even here, on the operating table, a surge of electricity through his veins and a pulsing, throbbing ache through his very bones, Edward knows that it is Alphonse who hurts the most.
05 (Potatoes): Edward watches him mix milk in with the potatoes and leeks, and stir - but he is Alphonse, and Edward would eat anything his brother cooked without question.
06 (Rain): Deep, heavy, thunder in the unsettled grey sky, and Alphonse watches raindrops that he cannot feel fall onto his brother’s arm (clenching and unclenching his automail fist), and he hopes that Edward will not go too far for him.
07 (Chocolate): “Thanks, Al,” Edward says, but he turns away with the hint of something melancholy in his eyes as he pushes the box under the table, and for the first time in his life Alphonse cannot tell what his brother is thinking.
08 (Happiness): Edward dreams of a Resembool summer night, sunset and fireflies and a lazy, fluttering warmth, and Al’s blue-grey eyes staring into his own.
09 (Telephone): Edward is all too quick to snatch the telephone from Winry’s hands, and ask when Alphonse is coming home.
10 (Ears): “Pervert,” Edward mutters, rolling over and grabbing more of the blanket for himself - four years ago he would have never guessed that when Alphonse regained his body, his brother would have had such a strange, excessive obsession with Edward’s ears.
11 (Name): Al packs his things and escapes from the window at night, the crickets outside chirping incessantly, because the golden-eyed boy who created him won’t admit that they are not siblings (leather hands pinning Edward against the wall, “why did you have to create a brother?”) and that his name is not Alphonse Elric.
12 (Sensual): Next time, Alphonse vows, he will not look away but move closer, meet his brother’s gaze and touch his face and take reign of the senses that Edward has worked so hard to give him.
13 (Death): Winry casts a glance out the window (dry crinkled leaves hanging from desperate faded branches) and wonders why when Edward Elric died Alphonse had to disappear, too.
14 (Sex): Sometimes Alfons looks at Edward strangely when he speaks about his brother, and Edward hopes that those intoxicating memories of dark nights and soft words and slow, guilty touches are not showing through his eyes.
15 (Touch): And even though Alphonse’s eyes are unchanging and inhuman, Edward can see the weakness seeping through them, can feel the hesitation inside of them as Alphonse gives a tentative, breathy gasp and brushes one of his leather hands against Edward’s thigh.
16 (Weakness): He should say no, grimly, and turn away from Alphonse to sleep a fitful, restless night listening to the trains rush past in the distance - but he has a horrible weakness for those eyes.
17 (Tears): Alphonse has been hoping that Edward won’t notice the few small tears in his jacket (Al has been wearing it for a long time, and such things are inevitable), but as his brother’s eyes flick over the garment with disinterest, Alphonse begins to wonder if what everybody told him might be wrong and if his love for Edward could be unrequited.
18 (Speed): Staying at Winry’s house means they’ve got to take the only opportunities they have - Edward shimmies out of his pants as soon he hears the door slam shut, turning to Al with a grim smile and reaching a hand out to pump him harder and faster (and in a much more impersonal way) than he’d ever done at home; when Pinako returns from the station, Edward is casting around for any traces of semen that might have escaped unnoticed, and Alphonse cannot meet her gaze at all.
19 (Wind): The wind knocks twice against the windowpanes, and in hindsight Alphonse should have reached for his brother’s hand in that last minute before everything was lost.
20 (Freedom): In Munich, nobody knows that they are brothers; they can hold hands in the park and throw bread-crumbs to the pigeons.
21 (Life): “...I said, only have one life,” Edward repeats, half-mumbling, and reaches over to press a kiss into the side of Alphonse’s neck.
22 (Jealousy): Alphonse stands on the crowded street corner, and looks up at their house; it isn’t fair to have devoted his life to Edward and then to find that his brother has given himself to a pale blonde boy who was not born an Elric, who was not even born to the world of alchemy.
23 (Hands): Edward holds the paper in his hands - “I don’t understand, Al” and Alphonse looks down because he does not want to tell him just who he has talked to in order to determine Edward’s fate.
24 (Taste): Their first kiss tastes of sweet sun-drenched tomatoes, Edward’s thumb ghosting over Alphonse’s cheek, and Alphonse thinks that there is a new depth to the food that had been such a staple in their childhood.
25 (Devotion): It took Edward years to realize - a childhood of curious, mistaken stares, followed by that demonic, alchemic experiment, “I’ll get your body back, Al, I promise,” (and it had been a beautiful body) - and he had confused their love until it was all too late, straddling his brother in the chair in Winry’s family room, the windowshade fluttering open, and he closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his brother's cock, a surprised little moan - and Edward just wanted to be brothers.
26 (Forever): The library is full of musty yellow books with split spines and dense medieval text that Edward would study forever in the hopes of starting a proper life with Alphonse.
27 (Blood): The new Alphonse likes most to hear about his blood seal; Pinako must have told him seven times already the way in which Edward drew it, at a time when he should have only been concerned for himself - and each time, she has seen such a hopeful, loving glint in Alphonse’s eyes that she couldn’t help telling it again.
28 (Sickness): The two of them huddle together, eyes shut and fingers intertwined, and try to listen to the sound of their own breathing rather than think about Mother in that lonely bed with a hot compress pressed up against her fevered forehead - “dying,” Alphonse whispers - and at least they still have each other.
29 (Melody): There is a bittersweet melody in the air when Alphonse thinks about his brother, in a way that is upsetting to admit - but there is something so sweet in the curve of Edward’s lips and the careless way a few strands of blond hair have fallen into his face that Alphonse could not help it if he tried.
30 (Star): When Edward looks up at the dim half-white stars in Munich, he remembers how bright they were in Resembool and how the light would reflect off his brother’s cold armor as they fought.
31 (Home): Alphonse wakes up to the sound of Edward in the shower, and stretches once in the bed that smells so much like his brother - this, he thinks, is the way that it should always be.
32 (Confusion): “Yeah, we had the Fullmetal Alchemist come down here the other day - oh, you’re right, his brother - with that same red coat an’ all, and he said that he didn’t have no more reason to hide under that armor, now that his brother could be proud of him.”
33 (Fear): Alphonse steps backward, and covers his mouth with his hand with a faint stutter; Edward can see that his eyes are watering - and Edward steps forward, the kerosene lamp in the corner flickering, “Al, you -” and tastes his brother’s lips, releases those eyes from their fears.
34 (Lightning/Thunder): When it storms at night, Alphonse faintly remembers how he and his brother used to create lightning; he is all too alone now (covers thrown off and innocent hot-cool summer air drifting in through the open window), with Edward gone.
35 (Bonds): Alphonse knows that they will be together again, that he will be able to hold his brother close to him without letting go; there are some bonds that cannot be broken, no matter what.
36 (Market): Alphonse smiles and reaches down for Edward’s hand in the market - since they are already brothers, no one will suspect a thing (will begin to see beyond to their secluded, velveteen world), and when Edward looks up and kisses him in the middle of the busy street, it is really the same idea.
37 (Technology): “You’re not listening,” Winry complains, knotting her eyebrows and following Edward’s gaze - “honestly, automail technology is evolving faster than anyone could’ve imagined, while no matter how many times you look away, your little brother isn’t about to change at all.”
38 (Gift): Alphonse thinks it’s really very unfair for Edward to love him, when he has done so much for Al already by restoring his body.
39 (Smile): Winry looks up with a sigh, rubbing a bit of grease off of her cheek - catching a glimpse of two bright golden eyes outside, captured defenseless (and she knows she should look away but doesn’t), a light cool breeze drifting through the room - and it’s all right, really, that he does not smile at her like that.
40 (Innocence): Edward tells him that everything will be fine when Mother comes back; and when his brother comes closer so those lips can hesitantly trace his jaw, golden eyes lingering on him even when they have drifted apart, Alphonse believes him.
41 (Completion): The circle is finished, silver-blue arrays burning into his skin - and Edward Elric has never felt so complete, now that he is ending his life and setting his brother free.
42 (Clouds): They draw out their kiss under the cloudy sky, an automobile engine humming somewhere in the distance, and even if it is the military coming to take them away (to capture them, to shackle them, to tear them apart), they will never let go now.
43 (Sky): “I want to fly,” Alphonse says, breathily, reaching a heavy leather hand up into the endless, silken sky - “and I want you to fly with me, brother.”
44 (Heaven): Edward’s room is covered in maps of the heavens (pictures and forms and words, concerning stars, nebulae, rockets, and orbits), because he knows that that is where he will find the one he loves.
45 (Hell): Alphonse pads quietly past Edward’s room - past, not to - but cannot stop himself from glancing inside (from casting around for the warmth that is his brother), and is met instead with a scowl from deep yellow eyes and features that he knows better than his own - and wishes that he was not quite so good at telling the truth.
46 (Sun): “It’s like Rose’s sun god,” Edward explains evenly, reaching out for his brother’s hand as Al wets his lips and looks down nervously - “it was created by society and we don’t have to give a damn about it if we don’t want to,” and even with these words, it feels inexplicably, undeniably wrong when Edward’s lips meet his.
47 (Moon): Alphonse watches the clouds drift over the moon and wishes that he did not have to hide so much from his brother, that they could both be children again.
48 (Waves): Edward squeezes his eyes shut with a sigh as the train bumps along turbulently, and since they are not alone in the car he does not dare turn back to look at Alphonse when he feels his brother’s familiar fingers curling around his own and gently, caringly squeezing.
49 (Hair): As soon as the lamp clicks off (practically a ritual, now, ingrained into their minds) Alphonse leans over to free Edward’s hair from its braid, as he listens to the deep, quiet humming of the cicadas, easing his eyes shut and wishing, hoping, dreaming that the night will never have to blend into morning.
50 (Supernova): Alphonse is crying, Edward realizes, curling one hand around his waist and trailing cold, wet kisses down Alphonse’s jaw, and Edward closes the window shade so that this strange, chilling world cannot haunt them any longer - so that for the time being, they will not have to remember that their home is unreachable, that their sacrifices meant absolutely nothing.
I think I let them have too much plot. ;_; I could put the theme a line above the sentence, too, if the format's annoying anyone.
Recently learned that the em-dash is supposed to be used without spaces between words. Am deliberately ignoring that for this fic - since there is only one sentence for each, I want there to be space. It didn't feel right the other way.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Pairing: Edward Elric/Alphonse Elric
Theme Set: Alpha
Rating: G-NC-17 (but mostly on the G side, since I'm bad with porn)
Warnings: Spoilers for the whole series and the movie. Incest. Armor!sex. Run-on sentences and Taskemus not making sense, argh.
Notes: These are all separate and have nothing at all to do with one another.
01 (Comfort): Rain is dripping down from the trees outside (softly, barely there), and Alphonse curls his hand around his brother’s fingers - warm cotton blankets - and still can barely believe that they have achieved their dream.
02 (Kiss): Edward swivels his head around and stares back at him, uncomprehending - and Alphonse looks down at his feet (so stupid to have blundered, the minute they set eyes on each other) and whispers, “it was just a suggestion.”
03 (Soft): “Soft,” Edward replies, and can tell already that Alfons does not understand - because really, who would describe a suit of armor like that?
04 (Pain): And even here, on the operating table, a surge of electricity through his veins and a pulsing, throbbing ache through his very bones, Edward knows that it is Alphonse who hurts the most.
05 (Potatoes): Edward watches him mix milk in with the potatoes and leeks, and stir - but he is Alphonse, and Edward would eat anything his brother cooked without question.
06 (Rain): Deep, heavy, thunder in the unsettled grey sky, and Alphonse watches raindrops that he cannot feel fall onto his brother’s arm (clenching and unclenching his automail fist), and he hopes that Edward will not go too far for him.
07 (Chocolate): “Thanks, Al,” Edward says, but he turns away with the hint of something melancholy in his eyes as he pushes the box under the table, and for the first time in his life Alphonse cannot tell what his brother is thinking.
08 (Happiness): Edward dreams of a Resembool summer night, sunset and fireflies and a lazy, fluttering warmth, and Al’s blue-grey eyes staring into his own.
09 (Telephone): Edward is all too quick to snatch the telephone from Winry’s hands, and ask when Alphonse is coming home.
10 (Ears): “Pervert,” Edward mutters, rolling over and grabbing more of the blanket for himself - four years ago he would have never guessed that when Alphonse regained his body, his brother would have had such a strange, excessive obsession with Edward’s ears.
11 (Name): Al packs his things and escapes from the window at night, the crickets outside chirping incessantly, because the golden-eyed boy who created him won’t admit that they are not siblings (leather hands pinning Edward against the wall, “why did you have to create a brother?”) and that his name is not Alphonse Elric.
12 (Sensual): Next time, Alphonse vows, he will not look away but move closer, meet his brother’s gaze and touch his face and take reign of the senses that Edward has worked so hard to give him.
13 (Death): Winry casts a glance out the window (dry crinkled leaves hanging from desperate faded branches) and wonders why when Edward Elric died Alphonse had to disappear, too.
14 (Sex): Sometimes Alfons looks at Edward strangely when he speaks about his brother, and Edward hopes that those intoxicating memories of dark nights and soft words and slow, guilty touches are not showing through his eyes.
15 (Touch): And even though Alphonse’s eyes are unchanging and inhuman, Edward can see the weakness seeping through them, can feel the hesitation inside of them as Alphonse gives a tentative, breathy gasp and brushes one of his leather hands against Edward’s thigh.
16 (Weakness): He should say no, grimly, and turn away from Alphonse to sleep a fitful, restless night listening to the trains rush past in the distance - but he has a horrible weakness for those eyes.
17 (Tears): Alphonse has been hoping that Edward won’t notice the few small tears in his jacket (Al has been wearing it for a long time, and such things are inevitable), but as his brother’s eyes flick over the garment with disinterest, Alphonse begins to wonder if what everybody told him might be wrong and if his love for Edward could be unrequited.
18 (Speed): Staying at Winry’s house means they’ve got to take the only opportunities they have - Edward shimmies out of his pants as soon he hears the door slam shut, turning to Al with a grim smile and reaching a hand out to pump him harder and faster (and in a much more impersonal way) than he’d ever done at home; when Pinako returns from the station, Edward is casting around for any traces of semen that might have escaped unnoticed, and Alphonse cannot meet her gaze at all.
19 (Wind): The wind knocks twice against the windowpanes, and in hindsight Alphonse should have reached for his brother’s hand in that last minute before everything was lost.
20 (Freedom): In Munich, nobody knows that they are brothers; they can hold hands in the park and throw bread-crumbs to the pigeons.
21 (Life): “...I said, only have one life,” Edward repeats, half-mumbling, and reaches over to press a kiss into the side of Alphonse’s neck.
22 (Jealousy): Alphonse stands on the crowded street corner, and looks up at their house; it isn’t fair to have devoted his life to Edward and then to find that his brother has given himself to a pale blonde boy who was not born an Elric, who was not even born to the world of alchemy.
23 (Hands): Edward holds the paper in his hands - “I don’t understand, Al” and Alphonse looks down because he does not want to tell him just who he has talked to in order to determine Edward’s fate.
24 (Taste): Their first kiss tastes of sweet sun-drenched tomatoes, Edward’s thumb ghosting over Alphonse’s cheek, and Alphonse thinks that there is a new depth to the food that had been such a staple in their childhood.
25 (Devotion): It took Edward years to realize - a childhood of curious, mistaken stares, followed by that demonic, alchemic experiment, “I’ll get your body back, Al, I promise,” (and it had been a beautiful body) - and he had confused their love until it was all too late, straddling his brother in the chair in Winry’s family room, the windowshade fluttering open, and he closed his eyes and wrapped his hand around his brother's cock, a surprised little moan - and Edward just wanted to be brothers.
26 (Forever): The library is full of musty yellow books with split spines and dense medieval text that Edward would study forever in the hopes of starting a proper life with Alphonse.
27 (Blood): The new Alphonse likes most to hear about his blood seal; Pinako must have told him seven times already the way in which Edward drew it, at a time when he should have only been concerned for himself - and each time, she has seen such a hopeful, loving glint in Alphonse’s eyes that she couldn’t help telling it again.
28 (Sickness): The two of them huddle together, eyes shut and fingers intertwined, and try to listen to the sound of their own breathing rather than think about Mother in that lonely bed with a hot compress pressed up against her fevered forehead - “dying,” Alphonse whispers - and at least they still have each other.
29 (Melody): There is a bittersweet melody in the air when Alphonse thinks about his brother, in a way that is upsetting to admit - but there is something so sweet in the curve of Edward’s lips and the careless way a few strands of blond hair have fallen into his face that Alphonse could not help it if he tried.
30 (Star): When Edward looks up at the dim half-white stars in Munich, he remembers how bright they were in Resembool and how the light would reflect off his brother’s cold armor as they fought.
31 (Home): Alphonse wakes up to the sound of Edward in the shower, and stretches once in the bed that smells so much like his brother - this, he thinks, is the way that it should always be.
32 (Confusion): “Yeah, we had the Fullmetal Alchemist come down here the other day - oh, you’re right, his brother - with that same red coat an’ all, and he said that he didn’t have no more reason to hide under that armor, now that his brother could be proud of him.”
33 (Fear): Alphonse steps backward, and covers his mouth with his hand with a faint stutter; Edward can see that his eyes are watering - and Edward steps forward, the kerosene lamp in the corner flickering, “Al, you -” and tastes his brother’s lips, releases those eyes from their fears.
34 (Lightning/Thunder): When it storms at night, Alphonse faintly remembers how he and his brother used to create lightning; he is all too alone now (covers thrown off and innocent hot-cool summer air drifting in through the open window), with Edward gone.
35 (Bonds): Alphonse knows that they will be together again, that he will be able to hold his brother close to him without letting go; there are some bonds that cannot be broken, no matter what.
36 (Market): Alphonse smiles and reaches down for Edward’s hand in the market - since they are already brothers, no one will suspect a thing (will begin to see beyond to their secluded, velveteen world), and when Edward looks up and kisses him in the middle of the busy street, it is really the same idea.
37 (Technology): “You’re not listening,” Winry complains, knotting her eyebrows and following Edward’s gaze - “honestly, automail technology is evolving faster than anyone could’ve imagined, while no matter how many times you look away, your little brother isn’t about to change at all.”
38 (Gift): Alphonse thinks it’s really very unfair for Edward to love him, when he has done so much for Al already by restoring his body.
39 (Smile): Winry looks up with a sigh, rubbing a bit of grease off of her cheek - catching a glimpse of two bright golden eyes outside, captured defenseless (and she knows she should look away but doesn’t), a light cool breeze drifting through the room - and it’s all right, really, that he does not smile at her like that.
40 (Innocence): Edward tells him that everything will be fine when Mother comes back; and when his brother comes closer so those lips can hesitantly trace his jaw, golden eyes lingering on him even when they have drifted apart, Alphonse believes him.
41 (Completion): The circle is finished, silver-blue arrays burning into his skin - and Edward Elric has never felt so complete, now that he is ending his life and setting his brother free.
42 (Clouds): They draw out their kiss under the cloudy sky, an automobile engine humming somewhere in the distance, and even if it is the military coming to take them away (to capture them, to shackle them, to tear them apart), they will never let go now.
43 (Sky): “I want to fly,” Alphonse says, breathily, reaching a heavy leather hand up into the endless, silken sky - “and I want you to fly with me, brother.”
44 (Heaven): Edward’s room is covered in maps of the heavens (pictures and forms and words, concerning stars, nebulae, rockets, and orbits), because he knows that that is where he will find the one he loves.
45 (Hell): Alphonse pads quietly past Edward’s room - past, not to - but cannot stop himself from glancing inside (from casting around for the warmth that is his brother), and is met instead with a scowl from deep yellow eyes and features that he knows better than his own - and wishes that he was not quite so good at telling the truth.
46 (Sun): “It’s like Rose’s sun god,” Edward explains evenly, reaching out for his brother’s hand as Al wets his lips and looks down nervously - “it was created by society and we don’t have to give a damn about it if we don’t want to,” and even with these words, it feels inexplicably, undeniably wrong when Edward’s lips meet his.
47 (Moon): Alphonse watches the clouds drift over the moon and wishes that he did not have to hide so much from his brother, that they could both be children again.
48 (Waves): Edward squeezes his eyes shut with a sigh as the train bumps along turbulently, and since they are not alone in the car he does not dare turn back to look at Alphonse when he feels his brother’s familiar fingers curling around his own and gently, caringly squeezing.
49 (Hair): As soon as the lamp clicks off (practically a ritual, now, ingrained into their minds) Alphonse leans over to free Edward’s hair from its braid, as he listens to the deep, quiet humming of the cicadas, easing his eyes shut and wishing, hoping, dreaming that the night will never have to blend into morning.
50 (Supernova): Alphonse is crying, Edward realizes, curling one hand around his waist and trailing cold, wet kisses down Alphonse’s jaw, and Edward closes the window shade so that this strange, chilling world cannot haunt them any longer - so that for the time being, they will not have to remember that their home is unreachable, that their sacrifices meant absolutely nothing.