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20 May 2015 @ 04:55 pm
Title: Layover
Pairing: RoyxEd
Rating: NC17 (porn, silliness, and a whiff of fluff)
Words: 1309
Timeline: Future setting. Ed is older and no longer in the military. Whether or not he still has his automail is up to you.
Summary: The boys are stuck at an inn for the night. Whatever will they do?
AN: Happy Roy/Ed Day!

"Shut up and get naked."

Crossposted.
 
 
shell_mel
20 May 2015 @ 06:29 pm
Title: Good Morning, Beautiful
Author: shell_mel
Pairing: Roy/Ed
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mentions of sex and lots of sappiness.
Summary:Roy smiles as he looks at Ed as he sleeps. It's a morning of silly, sappy thoughts before he has to get up for work.
A/N: Lyrics are from Luke McMaster's Good Morning Beautiful song. So yeah. A song fic. Happy RoyEd Day!

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The Binary Alchemist
FIC: "POE" TASTE IN LITERATURE: A 520 Day Crackfic
By: binaryalchemist
Rating: R for strong sexual language and profanity, yaoi humor
Pairing: Roy/Ed in the "Bishonen Justice League/Semeopolis" Alt!Verse created by nochick_fics
Special Guest Stars: G-rated appearances by Honey and Mori and Kyoga from "Ouran Highschool Host Club" and a PG rated
appearance by Alex Louis Armstrong
PLOT:: There were only two reasons that Ed and Roy were willing to risk humiliation by participating in a dramatic poetry performance. Number One-to raise money for a very special charity telethon sponsored by Honey Haninozuka--and because chickening out might mean getting the crap beaten out of them by Honey's cousin Mori if they fail to show up. And so in full 19th Century splendor--and a half ton of vulture feathers-- Edward and Roy give a certain "Raven" the bird....
A/N: Dedicated to the amazing nochick_fics, who lets me play in her fantastic fandom playground. And, of course, my apologies to the ghost of Edgar Allen Poe..“I’m bleeding from my ears, Ed. I can tell. My brain just threw up and I’m going to die.” There was a whimper from the mask Roy had pulled over his head. “It’s getting dark, Ed. Hold my hand, will you? I’m not ready to die yet—wait! What’s that bright light?” “It’s our cue, moron. Pull yourself together.” Ed gave his lover a shove towards the steps to where Roy would be seated at the beginning of the scene above the stage. Ed shrugged on a velvet smoking jacket and a prop book of 19th century poetry and hurried onto the darkened stage. “Uhhh…lights, please?”Collapse )