Ed had been gone for months. Roy supposes that he should have been grateful for that. Grateful in a sick, twisted sort of way. Because what would have happened if he hadn't found out, if he hadn't been forced to look so deeply into his subordinate's eyes, if he hadn't been left to wonder and debate for days? Long story short, if Ed hadn't been away, Roy would have had no damn clue.

Ed was sure that the night was going to be terrible; insomnia, nightmares, and sleep deprivation were never a good combination. Roy Mustang was there, though, and he somehow made it tolerable. (Whumptober, Parental!RoyEd)

Maybe Edward coming into the office sick wasn't such a bother to Roy after all. Maybe he would be able to see a side of the kid that he never had before. (Whumptober)

Keith didn't think much of it when his chest tightened and his body went slightly numb after the ritualistic feast; he was probably just adjusting, right? He didn't think about how he was freezing cold and hot at the same time, or just how dry his mouth was. It didn't even occur to him that maybe the Galra half of him was processing the feast as a toxin - as poison. (Whumptober)

It wasn't uncommon for Ed to have nightmares and Alphonse Elric knew that better than anyone. Al didn't know how to handle it at first. What could he, a child in a large, bulky suit of armor, do to help? He could only listen helplessly to the sounds of his brother's sobs and his quaking breath. Eventually, though, they found something that comforted the both of them. (Whumptober)

Keith honestly doesn't know how he found himself in this situation. He just somehow ended up on the couch with Lance's head resting in his lap, lightly drifting in and out of sleep while he ran his fingers through his short, chestnut hair. (Wumptober prompt: caregiver, platonic klance unless you have slash goggles.)

Edward couldn't keep himself from trembling as he clutched his mouth even harder than before. This was it. This was how he was going to die;he was going to be tortured and killed. Despite everything he had done, everything he had been through, this was how it was going to end. He had failed his mission. He had failed himself. Most importantly, he had failed his brother.(Whumptober)

Four teens from different backgrounds, struggling each with different problems, somehow end up in an entangled path almost as if it were destined. Lance, the jock with abusive parents. Keith, the deaf kid who loves music. Pidge, the artistic anorexic girl. Hunk, the class clown with a severely sick sister. How is it possible for the group to become friends? Modern AU, no slash :)

Roy knew that he never had a chance. To make him keep going was simply cruel when he knew there was no hope in the first place. One choice was more painful for Edward, the boy he loved like a son. The other was more painful, excruciating for himself. There was no question about what he would choose, but that didn't mean he had the strength to do it. Parental!RoyEd.

That wasn't Edward. That frail boy lying there on the surgical table wasn't him. Except it was. It was the precious boy that Colonel Roy Mustang had practically raised, cared for, and taught for seven years was on the brink of death before him. All he could do is pray that Ed's stubbornness would be the thing to keep him in this word. (Parental!RoyEd, one-shot.)

Ed didn't want to fight it anymore. He would rather just become one with the darkness around him so that he could simply get away from the cruel reality he lived in. His emotions were all but nonexistent towards everybody... everybody but one person. That was the only reason he fought to stay. (Depressed!Edward, one-shot, trigger warning for depressing themes.)

There were not a lot of things Roy Mustang did not know how to do, and caring for a bedridden teenager was certainly one of them. He just had to hope they didn’t both die in the process of Edward’s recovery.

Edward couldn’t take it anymore. He had hit a breaking point, and this time there was not a single person to turn to... or so he thought. Parental!RoyEd, trigger warning for anxiety and slight language.

Nobody asked questions when the Italian Welfare Agency took in a shattered and damaged boy at the age of twelve. Nor did the agency ask why Special Op. Agent Roy Mustang had been so intent on becoming the boy's supervisor. The boy did not ask why he was handed a handgun as soon as his extensive surgery was complete, either. He was simply glad to have his Fratello at his side.

Short series of what Arthur and Merlin's texts would like Big package of friendship and a lot of humor, modern AU. Very safe story, K and up. Hope you enjoy :)

The Young Justice team decides to go out for Halloween, but none of them knew of the consequences the youngest member of their team would suffer. (No slash, fluff, friendship, whopping load of angst for Robin. My poor child.)

When a seemingly harmless hunting trip turns disasterous, young Prince Arthur finds himself captured. The one thing he didn't expect is for a strange raiven-haired boy to help him escape... with magic. How can he learn to trust this boy, much less befriend him? (No slash, fluff, and friendship. T for paranoia.)