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Family Beesness

Author: @mbqnoyolo Artist: @femchef Rating: T Word Count: 4,742

Tags: Stabbing, bees, curses, non-graphic violence, Samwena, day drinking, soggy tacos

Summary

It starts with a bee. Everything is cursed and nothing is sacred.

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Ed almost takes up the colonel’s offer, but it comes with too many strings, strings he can’t have if he’s going to break the law a second time, especially if he succeeds. And he’s going to succeed. 

He goes private instead, gets paid too much money to bend alchemy to his whims, makes Al stay in Resembool where too eager scientists won’t get it into their mind to experiment on him. 

When he’s fifteen, he finally figures out how to do what he needs to do. 

The next year, he and his brother go public instead of private, getting positions as professors at a local university. The pay’s not as a good, but they it’s not like money is ever something they’d worried about it. 

Five years later, Ed has broken into the Central Library, as usual, because they have all the best books. He and Al thought taking up positions in the city would mean access to better libraries, but they were only half right. 

Al acts all disapproving, but he still reads the books Ed brings back. 

“Your’e not supposed to be here,” a hard voice says, one that’s used to being listening to. 

Ed doesn’t care for it. This guy doesn’t have shit on Pinako. He looks up, eyes getting caught on dark hair, dark eyes, and face that really hadn’t changed all that much in the decade since he’s seen him last. “Colonel.” His looks back down, and amends, “General.” 

“Edward Elric,” he says, a little awed, a lot shocked, which seems a strange reaction. They barely met, and some people even say Mustang’s a genius in his own right. “I need your help. Your country needs your help.”

Ed scrunches his nose. “I told my brother I’d be back before dawn, so if it’s not something I can do in about three hours, you’re on your own.”

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3. A piece of music you write to, whether general or project-specific

ah, I can’t listen to music and write. I absolutely fixate on songs for specific scenes, etc, but I can’t have them playing while I try to write or I’ll just wind up pacing around my room listening to them instead to give it my full attention.

it’s been High Hopes for like half a year at this point.

4. A character you always have fun writing

So squish much cute omg

the squishiest

Thou Shall Not Covet

Author: @themauvesoul Artist: @femchef Rating: T Word Count: 2,850

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Stabbing, Introspection, Pre-Relationship, weird stuff with angels and their bodies

Summary

He has always enjoyed his time inhabiting a vessel; the full human senses are so limiting, and so profoundly visceral in their limitation. How exhilarating, to feel the throat work as it swallows, to taste stale gasoline and fungal rot on the air, to feel the minute brush of clothing against bare skin! How incredible, to have a thing as wondrous and sensorial as a mouth, as a hand, as a squirming, reckless tongue!

In truth, Castile is somewhat envious of his vessel. And sometimes, when the Host is quiet, he contemplates keeping it, the same way he’s chosen to keep the knife Dean thrust beside of him.

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Light Me up With Your Ardent Sword

Author: @justaslime​ Artist: @femchef Rating: T Word Count: 3,246

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Dragon Castiel, Goblin Meg, Hunter Dean, Wizard Sam

Summary

Castiel is enjoying some company in his lair when two human intruders arrive and cause trouble. A weapon is thrown, a princess is saved, and an adventure begins.