Like Whiskey In Coffee

Title: In Forgotten Fields
Author: m.jules
Pairing: Al/Riza
Rating: Mature
Summary: I just want to be warm.
Disclaimer: Not mine, for very obvious reasons.
Spoilers: Up through chapter 64, and speculation for future bits.
Author's Notes: Thanks muchly to cornerofmadness and evil_little_dog for not only beta'ing but putting up with my temper tantrums ("I hate this story! It sucks!") as I was writing it.

Title comes from "I Just Wanna Get Warm" by Mark Heard, which I really consider Riza's theme song for this story.

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( In Forgotten Fields )

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OMAKE: by mjules and cornerofmadness

The Very Secret Diaries of Alphonse Elric

Day 22:

Snowstorm today. Chopped logs using ancient alchemical secrets passed down through the Armstrong family lines. Congratulated self on escaping to the Briggs to avoid paying Armstrong.

Built a fire.

Stole Mustang's girlfriend.

Good day.


Ed couldn't breathe for a moment, his whole body rigid with shock as he put down the diary. His innocent little brother....He tried to get out the words, 'Alphonse! You pervert!" but all he made were noises only Den and Hayate could hear. Al just raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest. He flashed Ed's own trademark smirk back at his brother, daring him to say something.

"So," Ed finally managed to squeak. "Are her... you know..." He cupped his hands in front of his chest demonstratively. "As tasty as they look?"