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[fairy-writes]

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APPLE PIES

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Gender Neutral!Reader

Prompt: Putting their head on their lover’s shoulder (Action Prompt #10)

Notes: POST-FMAB EVENTS

AND THANK YOU RU

This is for my 1K followers event! It’s going on between June 8th and June 22nd!

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Even after all Father had put you through, some things never changed. 

That thing being Edward’s obnoxious love for apple pies. 

Specifically Gracia’s recipe. She had been kind enough to gift you and Winry the recipe years ago. The scrap of paper was well-loved and worn out, stained with butter, and the writing barely legible. But that didn’t matter. You knew the recipe by heart after years of making it for your lover. 

Your forearms were covered in flour, and you were pretty sure you had something on your face as you worked butter into your dry ingredients. Your hands felt sticky with dough, but you didn’t mind. This would make Edward happy, and that alone made your day. 

It always did. 

Especially after all he had gone through growing up and through his young adult life. 

You cracked an egg on the corner of the bowl and added it to the dough mixture, mixing everything by hand until you had the consistency you wanted. It had grown warm in the process, so you stuck it in the ice box to chill for at least an hour while you got to work on the filling. 

Two tablespoons of lemon juice. Nine apples peeled, cored, and sliced into wedges. Both went into a bowl with some sugar and tossed until combined. Then a skillet was turned on, and everything was put in with more butter and mixed until the apples were soft. The scent of fruit filled the air, making your mouth water, and you felt giddy at the idea of eating the dessert later. 

You may not have been Edward, but you still loved a good apple pie now and then. 

Just then, warm arms wrapped around your waist, and a chin was put on your shoulder. 

“What are you making?” Came Edward’s voice, and you hummed, leaning your head on his as you tossed the apples once again in the skillet. The sugar was melting. It was almost time. 

“Apple pie. You asked for one last week.” You said warmly and felt him grin as he turned his head to place a kiss where your shoulder met your neck. 

“You remembered?” At this, you huff out a laugh,

“Have I ever forgotten something?” You say, and he thinks it over, pecking your cheek this time. 

“No. It’s like Ling said. Something about elephants never forgetting. Wait, no—Alphonse said that in one of his letters. He’s studying them with May Chang in between alkahestry lessons.” He said, tapping his fingers against your waist. 

You gently pry his arms away from around you, ignoring his whine, and go to pull the dough from the fridge, turning off the stovetop as you do so.

“Now that you’re here, you can help me.” You say, and he raises an eyebrow,

“You’re trusting me in the kitchen? I thought I was banned after Valentine’s Day.” He says but grabs an apron from where it’s hanging on the wall nonetheless. You hold a finger up, smearing some flour on his nose,

“I’m trusting you with supervision. Don’t think I’ll let you in the kitchen with anything less than that. Alphonse can cook better than you, and he didn’t even have a body growing up!”

Edward mutters under his breath, something about how “that isn’t fair,” but he smiles at you nonetheless when he notices you watching him tie the apron.

“Like what you see?” He teases, and you offer a mischievous grin. “I always do.” You retort and delight in the way his cheeks flush a pretty pink.

You quickly put Edward to work with the dough from the ice box. You carefully instruct him how to make pie crust and are actually rather impressed with how they turn out. Soon, you have two perfectly constructed pie crusts ready to be filled. 

Maybe you can actually trust your lover in the kitchen. But then you remember the burnt attempt at breakfast from Valentine’s Day. 

Like you had said before, he’s allowed in the kitchen with supervision.

You blink and are torn from your thoughts when something is smeared on your cheek. You look up from where you are preparing the second pie to see Edward with that grin of his that means he’s up to no good. Egg yolk is coating his finger, and you assume that’s what he just put on your face. 

“You're supposed to be brushing the pie. Not my face.” You say, and he laughs. 

It’s one of your favorite sounds in the world. 

“Just seeing if you’re paying attention.” He says, and you smile. His own grin softens as you step into his side, wrapping a flour-stained hand around his waist. 

“I love you, y’know?” You whisper, and he gently grasps your chin, turning you to face him, and kisses you so gently as if you’ll break. He tastes like stolen pie filling, but you don’t mind. 

He’s so gentle with his love. He always has been. 

It was one of the things you love about him. 

And it was soft, domestic times like this that you treasured the most. 

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[zaimta]

彡EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE

a/n- this one’s for all my fma baby girls (please tell me yall get it)

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you sat on the roof of pinako's house watching the sunset, and you thought back on the times you spent with ed and al. they weren't the fluffiest of memories, but they will be something you will always cherish.

"what's going on in that head of yours?" ed teases you as walks onto the roof to sit next to you he gently nudges his shoulder into yours.

"just thinkin about everything we've all been through, it's crazy to think that it's all over. I'm finally going home" you smile to yourself but ed, on the other hand, can't help but feel sad at the thought of you not being around anymore. despite all the teasing, he endured from winry and al they were right he's fallen for you.

"so what are you gonna do when you get home?" he smiles down at you concealing the fact that he doesn't want you to go.

you lean your head on his shoulder "after all this traveling I'm just going to go home and take the longest nap of my life. not being on the run from people trying to kill you is refreshing." you lift your head off his shoulder to look at him "what about you what are you gonna do?"

he frowns slightly at the absence of your touch but quickly carries on hoping you didn't catch it "I don't think I can stay down for long I'm probably going to travel a little and maybe I'll start relaxing after that."

you raise a brow "'maybe'?" you tease him "ed you've almost died on over twenty different occasions I think you're the first person who needs to relax."

"i guess you're right, i'll take it easy for about a week then I'm off."

you stare at him with an unimpressed blank stare "ed. take a break. please."

he laughed then put his hands up in mock surrender "alright alright, you know i could never say no to you. i'm going to miss you when you leave you, know that?"

you rest your head on his shoulder "i'm gonna miss you too, I don't wanna leave and go home but at the same time..." you sigh "i don't know."

he leans his head on yours and the two of you sit in comfortable silence. your train was stopping in town tomorrow and he didn't want to say goodbye, he stared at you watching the sunset and his eyes softened at the sight of you. it was either now or never.

"hey y/n..." you hummed a response

“i want to thank you for sticking by my side this whole time…you gave your time and i’ll give mine, equivalent exchange right?”

he lifted his head off yours which caused you to lift your head off his shoulder to look at him, he looked you in the eyes with a deep blush coating his cheeks.

“so let me give you my heart in return does that sound fair?”

your eyes grew wide at his confession, you’re speechless you were unable to utter a single word besides his name “edward…” you then composed yourself and smiled at him “you big dummy you know i have to get on my train tomorrow what are we going to do about that-”

“i don’t care!” he shouts his face becoming redder and redder by the minute “i just needed to tell you before you left okay, along the way i’ve fallen for you and i’d rather tell you now instead of watching you go without saying anything.”

you wrap your arms around him squeezing him tightly “we’ll work something out ed i promise…but i still believe in equivalent exchange…so…your heart is in my hands while my heart is in your hands. deal?”

he pulls back to cup your face in his hands “deal.” he seals the deal with a kiss a small moment of bliss that lasted a lifetime.

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[noodle-bin]

Rotten Apple

Older!Edward Elric x fem!reader

Summary: You distract Edward from his work.

CW: smut, p in v, cyborg kink, boot worship, master honorifics, m receiving oral, ooc!edward

Word Count: 3k

Ao3 crosspost

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You listened to the gentle tapping of the typewriter as your lover tapped away at his desk. He had a concentrated look on his face with his hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, but even this was not able to hide its messiness. Its blondness seemed to glow with the soft light of the oil lamps around you. This was enough for you. To read and share a space with him while he worked on a few documents into the night.

Edward’s office job had gotten quite overwhelming recently, so you had been trying to share a loving moment with him in different ways. Even if it meant not being able to talk his ear off as per usual, and instead give way to calm quietness for his work. He promised this period of stress would end in a week once the documentation was turned in, but you burned with energy to be able to go back to normalcy. Nevertheless, the tapping of his metal fingers pushing down onto the metallic keys was a rhythmic lullaby, often making you want to gouge your eyes out and throw the entire typewriter out the window.

Calm evenings, quietness, and solitude my ass. Tonight, this calmness is not enough. No, tonight I get relief from the tapping and give way to a better way to spend this evening. Yes! Tonight I will get rid of his stress!

“What’s on your mind?” He called out as he continued to type.

You snapped out of your daze and turned towards him from where you were curled up in the loveseat of his office.

“Oh, nothing. Why do you ask?” You lied, trying to maintain your composure so as to not give away your dirty thoughts.

“Don’t give me that look if you know what’s good for you,” he said while giving you a look of his own.

He can read me like an open book.

“You should go to bed, princess. It’s late. I’ll be there soon.” He pushed on, trying to divert your attention away.

The metal on metal typing continued. You gazed at his porcelain skin giving way to the stark metal that attached at his right collarbone moving under his shirt. The metal glimmered in the flames of the lamps, the shapes dancing on his arm. Not only was his arm metal but so was his left leg. Both pieces worked perfectly as his auto mail, making him able to continue to move with ease. You remember the way the metal shimmered in the noon sun as you watched him spar with a colleague, and the way his metal leg shined in the light as he took a bath. You can remember it perfectly; legs crossed, arms at ease on each side of the tub, and his head cocked back onto a makeshift towel pillow. The wet hair clung to the sharp features on his face, and the longer strands wrapped around his shoulders like a golden veil.

“Princess. I really can’t continue to work on this if you keep staring at me like that.” He finally stopped typing and instead clasped his hands together to lean forward on his desk with his elbows.

You saw the chance and took it.

“Like what, Daddy?”

His expression changed when you called him by his honorific. You feigned innocence as you got up and started to walk towards him.

“Or is it Master tonight?” You teased once you got by his side. He chuckled, leaning back into his chair.

“I’d love to princess, but I don’t think that’s what you want tonight.”

“I just want to help.” You protested as you leaned in and kissed his chapped lips.

“Help?” He murmured against your lips, before taking charge by grabbing the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

You moaned out in approval before slowly breaking away and grabbing his metal hand. Its cold surface made you shiver in excitement as you kissed it. Every knuckle, every scrape, and every bend: you kissed it all. Mesmerized by its cool feeling against your lips, and the gentle clicks you heard inside as his fingers moved. His other hand gently moved the hair from your face, pushing it behind your ear, eventually tracing down to pull your chin to face him.

“On your knees.” He commanded softly.

Your heart picked up pace, the excitement finally setting in. You locked eyes with his gaze and lowered yourself onto your knees. He hummed in approval.

“What do you think a pretty little slave like you deserves from her master tonight?”

“Let me worship you, master.”

“Then begin. With my boots.”

Your heart picked up pace again as you lowered yourself to his shoes. They were a dark brown leather, their matte exterior attractive. They had an earthy scent, reminding you of how filthy this was. Slowly, you kissed up and down the shoe and licked it clean with your wet tongue. Embarrassment flared inside of you as you lifted your gaze to see your master. In this golden light, to see his metal arm, his golden veil, and hearing the gentle clicking of his metal leg just beside of you made the heat between your legs unbearable.

I want to worship him and his godly body.

You moved, arching your back and deepening your stance as you continued to pepper kisses over his shoe, creeping your way upwards to his ankle, just under his jeans, reaching the metal. He gently moved his foot from beneath you and used it to step your face onto the floor.

“Who said you were finished with my boots? You left the other boot unattended.” His deep voice shooting another wave of heat between your thighs.

“I’m sorry, master.” Your cheek was squished into the floor, making it difficult to speak. The heat of embarrassment flooded into your cheeks at the position you were in, uncomfortable.

“For apologizing like I taught you, I’ll let you try again without being punished.”

“T-thank you, master,” You stammered, internally kicking yourself for stammering.

“Good girl,” He purred before slowly lifting his foot from your face.

You started again, kissing on the brown leather, licking it up, and feeling the humiliating amount of slick beginning to run down your thighs from such a disgusting act. Little by little his boot was covered in trails of your saliva all while you tried to rub your thighs together for even a small amount of friction–for release.

“Up.”

You crawled closer in between his legs, hearing the soft clicking of his metal leg as he moved in a more comfortable position. You wanted to touch the coolness of the metal, to have his thighs close in on your face as you took him in your mouth.

“Please master, let me please you.”

He reached out to your face, playing with your lips.

“How do you plan on doing that, pet? You didn’t even know how to clean my boots. How could you try to please your master?”

“Please master, I promise I can do a good job! Let me prove myself, please,” You begged quietly.

“I didn’t quite catch that.” He grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you to him.

You were in shambles, the warmth in your belly excruciating. Again, you tried to rub your thighs to try to feel some sort of friction, but the slickness only continued to move down your thighs. Edward caught sight of this and smacked your cheek.

“Disobedient slut, who gave you permission to pleasure yourself while I’m talking to you?” He growled while grabbing your face, pressing further into the fresh sting on your cheek.

“I’m sorry master! Let me please you, please. I want you in my mouth.” You whimpered, struggling to talk with such a tight grip on your face.

He toyed with your lips again, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb, before tracing over the shape of them.

“Really? That badly?.” He teased before he pulled down his zipper. “Come please your master.”

You grabbed at his pants and underwear, eager to pull them off. Once removed, his metal leg was on full display in front of you, the small clicks continuing as he moved back into a comfortable position. Your gaze slowly lifted from his metal thigh to his fully erect cock with small beads of pre cum dripping from the tip. You reached forward, bracing yourself by putting your hands on his thighs.

“No hands, my pet. Show your master how good you are at pleasing me.”

You pulled your hands behind your back, happy to oblige. Starting slow, peppering kisses all over his salty tip, gently licking the pre cum that has already spilled. You moved down, lips now slick with precum until his balls were in front of you while his cock pressed against your face. You sucked the soft skin, trying to elicit a reaction from your master, content with hearing him groan softly as he pet your hair. Continuing like this, licking a ball into your mouth, struggling to take both, all while hearing Edward’s small gasps. His fingers began to find their way into your hair before you pulled away from him with a pop. Content with the amount of teasing, you finally raised back up to the tip, licking the cock into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him, relishing in the feeling of his long thickness barely fitting in your mouth. Sucking greedily, you took him repeatedly, saliva dripping down your chin and his cock causing you to gag a little as it pressed against the back of your throat.

“Good girl, keep going. Just like that.” He groaned as he watched you, his hand finding its way to the back of your head to gently guide you back down on him.

The fire in your stomach grew as you got lost in the feeling of his cock deep in your throat, your hands trailing down to your thighs, aching to release the tension in you. You moaned at the sloppiness dripping down your chin, the tears pricking your eyes, before pulling away and gasping for breath. Edward slowly pushed you back down again, abusing your wet mouth.

“Almost there love, ugh.” He groaned, his hips moving in rhythm with you. The feeling overwhelmed you as he bucked his hips, using your mouth as his personal hole. The noises of your throat being used filled the room as you choked on him.

Spit continued to drip everywhere as your throat was abused, all for his pleasure. Tears ran down your cheeks, your breath becoming scarce before feeling his hips tremble. His cum shot into your throat as he pushed you down with his metal thigh over your head. You gagged at his base as all sorts of mixed liquids dripped out of your mouth. He finally let you go, a long string of saliva connecting you to his spent cock while tears dripped down your cheeks. You coughed and gasped for air, with a moment of heavy breathing filling the air as you recollected yourself.

He reached forward, holding your cheek in his hand, before he pulled the hair back from the nape of your neck, forcing you to expose your neck to him. You continued to gasp for air as he leaned down, peppering kissing all over your neck and jaw before kissing you. You got lost in the feeling of your lightheadedness while he tasted his own cum from your tongue.

Slowly, he picked you up and pushed piles of paper and his typewriter away from his desk. He then bent you over onto the cool wood of his desk, the temperature causing you to come back to reality. You felt his hands trail down your body before he got to the hem of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down, revealing the dripping mess between your thighs. He stayed like this, seeing the mess you made while pleasuring him. You burned under his gaze, your hole tightening at the absence of his cock.

“What’s this? My pet is a whore for enjoying choking on master’s dick so much.” He laughed before you felt his hand slap your dripping cunt, the metal slapping your clit. You jumped at the sudden pain, before you felt him slap your cunt again.

“Answer me. Did you enjoy licking my boots and sucking my cock? Huh?”

You nodded weakly, the heat becoming unbearable as you squirmed under his gaze.

He slapped your cunt again, causing you to moan from the stinging relief the cold metal of his hand brought you.

“Disobedient girl, I said answer me. Use your words.” His hand came down again, harder than before.

“Yes! Yes, master! I loved sucking your cock. I-I loved cleaning your boots.” You whimpered, mind hazy from being on the brink of release from the pain.

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He teased, his metal fingers tracing your aching slit, pushing gently on your entrance.

“Please master, I need you in me.” You whimpered as you tried to push back onto his fingers.

He slapped your cunt again, holding your hips down with his other arm.

“Shhh, be patient, my pet. Take what master’s giving you.” He leaned forward, kissing your shoulder before tracing your entrance again, wetting his metal fingers with your slick. Finally, he pushed in, scissoring you open. You trembled around his fingers, tightening around the feeling of the coolness in contrast to your aching heat.

He continued this, before curling his fingers to your sweet spot that he knew so dearly.

“Is this where you want it, pet? Do you want your master to make you cum?”

“Yes- feels so good!” You felt the peak of your release coming closer as he pushed and played with the sweet spot in you, watching you tremble under his gaze. The world around you fades away as you cum onto his fingers, the tight band of pleasure shaking you.

You pant as you feel him slip his fingers out before his slick-covered fingers made their way to your mouth. You suck on them greedily, cleaning them up from the mess you had made.

“How do you want it?” He whispered as he hugged your body from behind, letting his weight cage you into him.

You stopped sucking his fingers and instead intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the wetness left behind from you. The coolness of his metal touch was a relief to the heat of the moment. Looking back at him, his soft gaze made your heart flutter.

“Use me however you please.” You squeezed his hand in anticipation.

He leaned forward and kissed you slowly before moving away and pushing your thighs flush together with his knees.

“Stay.”

You felt his soft tip push at your lips, spreading them, before slipping around in the wetness of your hole. He teased the entrance, wetting his cock with slick. Slowly, he filled you, touching deep into the heat of your stomach. You moaned out in content to finally be full with him, crying at the feeling of being stretched open. With your thighs forced together, the tightness of your cunt was overwhelming for the both of you.

“‘m so full, ah-” You moaned out, holding onto the edge of the desk.

He was so gentle after all of the previous rough treatment, letting you get used to being stretched open. He pulled out until only his tip was left before slowly pushing himself back inside, a torturous pace. You were glad at his gentleness, but wanted more.

His other hand found its way to your shoulder, and you knew the roughness would begin. He started to snap his hips into you, finding your sweet spot again, massaging it roughly with his thick tip. You let out a groan at the feeling of his cock pushing deep against your spot, causing filthy wet noises from your cunt.

“Master, so big-“ You moaned out, gripping the edge of the desk as he quickened his pace, his balls slapping against your clit.

His rough treatment continued as he shoved himself deep inside, pushing against the spot that was unwinding you piece by piece.

“What a pretty pet, taking my cock so nicely.” Edward grunted as he held onto your hips, driving himself deep inside.

He groaned as he fucked you harder. “Don’t open your legs. Fuck.”

Your mind got foggy, the feeling hypnotizing as all you could think of was his cock and the feeling building up inside. You drooled, the lewd noises were embarrassing, but all you could do was moan about it.

“Master wait- ‘m gonna cum!”

He pulled out completely.

“No master! Plea- NGH!”

He shoved himself back in completely and you lost it.

You couldn’t talk anymore as he thrusted inside of you balls deep, pushing against the spot that made you tremble. You felt his balls slap against your entrance, his cock burying itself into its home, deep inside. And you felt the slickness drip down your thighs—hard.

“I’m squirting! I’m squirting! Ah! Mm!!” Tears and drool rolled down your face, completely hypnotized by his touch.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum for your master. Let master feel you squeeze around my cock.” He grunted as he continued to fuck you roughly, chasing his own high. You trembled at the overstimulation, feeling the squirt drip down your thighs again.

“No, no! Stop!”

He pushed you face down onto the desk, fucking you happy. Tears pricked your eyes at the overstimulation, the pleasure hitting the edge of pain.

“No more!” You cried as he abused your sweet spot. You trembled as the feeling overtook your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“A little more baby, just a little more. Keep holding on for master.” He groaned as he kept snapping his hips flush against yours. This made you cry, but you didn’t want it to stop. The wetness dripped between your thighs, welcoming his rough treatment to your greedy hole. You spread your cheeks open, giving him a full view of your tight cunt hugging his cock with every thrust.

“Just like that, open for master. Be a good girl and take this dick.”

His pace faltered as you felt his hot seed drip inside as he buried himself deep inside of you. You both panted as you felt the mix of fluids dripping down your thighs.

After taking a quick breath, he pulled out and inspected the mess he had made of you. All fucked out, bent over his desk as his cum dripped down your thighs. His gaze trailed down as he caught sight at the wet puddle you had left on the floor. He spanked your ass several times before you felt his tongue lick your hole.

“No… no…” You shook your head and cried, the overstimulation was becoming unbearable again.

He licked you clean, sucking his own cum out of your hole. He shoved his cold, metal fingers inside again, pushing deep, curling down to your sweet spot.

“No no no!” You wriggled against him in protest.

He smacked your ass.

“Take it. This is what you’re good for, princess. To take my cock and fingers as I please.”

You cried as he pushed inside with his fingers.

“N-no.”

Your feelings were mixed. You were on cloud nine from the ecstasy, but he was pushing you to your limit.

“Please master. No more.” You weren’t ready to say your safe word, the pleasure and pain making your head spin.

“What a shame baby, you keep bucking your hips against my fingers. Your hole clearly wants my fingers too, you’re dripping onto them.” He chuckled as he continued to finger you.

You looked back at him, embarrassed to see his grin before he bit your ass.

“Too much… ngh!”

He finally pulled his fingers out and moved to kiss your tired, shaking body.

“Alright baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”

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[thelaughtercafe]

Heat*

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: Full nsft in this one! This is honestly just nsft with the barest bit of plot

Pairing: Edward Elric/F!Reader

Length: 1.3k+

Summary: After a heated argument, and an emotional confession, things get passionate in a much more fun way.

“I cannot believe how reckless you are! You could’ve been killed!”

You straightened at the yell, glaring right back at Ed as you crossed your arms, lips pressed in a thin line as he continued scolding you unabated.

“You’ve no place on the battlefield! You have no way to protect yourself; if I hadn’t shown up when I did-”

“Oh but it’s okay when you put yourself at risk every day?”

You angrily rubbed at the tears forming, trying to stay strong.

“I’m sorry I did something stupid and that I scared you but goddamnit at least you know how I feel every time you go charging into battle after battle! I know you’re grateful to Roy for all he did for you and Al but there are other ways to repay him! Every time you sneak out in the morning without saying goodbye and think I don’t hear you when for all I know; it might be the last time I see your stupid face!”

You were openly sniffling now and looked away in embarrassment and annoyance.

Ed was uncharacteristically silent and you suddenly stiffened as his gloved fingers brushed away the last of your tears and he cradled your face, making you look at him. His eyes were still frustrated, but there was something warm just behind them too. Still, his next words made you scowl, however soft they were.

“Promise me you’ll never do something that reckless again.”

“Can you honestly promise me the same?”

He looked down in shame a brief moment before he smiled sadly and shook his head, meeting your gaze again.

“…You know I can’t.”

Your anger was back full force and his hands on you were admittedly making you woozy so you stepped back, out of his intoxicating grip, hating how even that simple touch left you breathless.

Despite the pain that twisted your heart, you knew he was right. You smirked weakly and gave a sarcastic huff of laughter under your breath as you made your way to the door, half mumbling to yourself more than him in your anguish.

“Ha. Leave it to me to fall in love with the most self destructive brat I’ve ever met who doesn’t even drink his stupid milk-”

You flinched as just as you turned the doorknob and went to open it further a hand jerked forward and closed it again, grabbing your wrist with the other hand and flipping you to glare passionately into your gaze.

Your eyes still were teary and his own burned with the weight of his grief and all he had to do but your lips met and abruptly it was as if an inferno was birthed where an unlit match soaked in gasoline had once been.

And oh, did that inferno rage.

Once you began you couldn’t stop.

The kiss you’d craved for so long was insatiable. You couldn’t get enough. The momentary breaks for air felt inconsequential. You didn’t need air, didn’t need anything but the intoxicating, bruising kisses he delivered again and again before his lips abruptly moved to your neck and you moaned, tangling your fingers in his dirty blond locks.

It didn’t take you both long to stumble towards the bed, losing clothes along the way with grumbles and curses and giddy laughter.

It was like your relationship; rough at a first glance but sweet at its core.

A smirk adorned his lips , something primal awakening in him that took you by surprise as he pinned you down with your hand on either side of your face.

“Sure you can handle me sweetheart?”

At your dazed nod he chuckled huskily, head already ducking to heatedly meet your lips again.

“Heh. Who knew all I had to do to shut you up was make you stupid from pleasure.”

Your eyes lit at that and you playfully bit his lip, making him pull back with a hiss.

“Fucking brat.”

Ed didn’t curse often, but suddenly you were glad for it. It had way too much of an effect on you for it to be permitted anywhere but the bedroom. Just for your own sanity.

Despite his rough words and demeanor his hands were feather light as they trailed along your nude body, and you his.

“Maybe later I’ll put that eager mouth of yours to good use, but for now I think I want to make you cum for me.”

His eyes softened a tad and searched yours for any hesitancy.

“…You’re positive you’re ready?”

You softened in reaction and nodded.

“I…I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone but you. It’s always been you, all these years.”

The sweet confession that fell from your lips like honey was enough to make Ed hiss again, rushing to discard his gloves and reveal the warm skin underneath. There was a vulnerability to him showing his bare hands given all he’d done to get them. It was a sign of trust and though you’d seen them before it felt all the more intimate now.

His fingers found your clit quickly once he slid down the bed to make himself comfortable between your spread legs and you found yourself too embarrassed to look. Luckily you didn’t have to for long as you threw your head back in pleasure and moaned.

He was entirely focused on your pleasure, one hand rubbing at your clit and building you up and the other entering you one finger at a time and working to loosen your entrance.

“You have…no right to be so good at this.”

You whimpered out between pants as your fingers clenched the sheets and you arched.

Edward smirked at that and cooed, sweetly.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re close already?”

“What can I say? I’ve f-fantasized about you taking me more times than I can count and it’s even better.”

Your words fed his ego and only encouraged him to hasten his pace, finally making you come undone as you moaned and shook as you released all over his fingers.

“That’s a good girl.”

His sweet praise made you melt as you came down and you finally looked to where he was slipping a condom over his cock. He was a bit bigger than what you assumed was the average, nothing crazy but now that you were prepared you couldn’t help clenching at the thought of how good he’d feel inside you.

Ed couldn’t help himself and moaned at the sight.

“Eager aren’t you?”

You laughed breathlessly as he lined himself up, a playful spark in your eyes.

“Says the man hard as diamonds before even being inside~”

He chuckled and then slowly pushed in, going slow and watching you observantly for any signs of pain. When you showed none and he was in to the hilt he quirked an eyebrow.

“Got another one in you, do you think?”

You nodded, head admittedly feeling hazy from pleasure.

“As many as you can wring from me.”

He inhaled sharply at that and began thrusting, holding your hips steady as he did so and pressing hot, wet kisses wherever his lips could reach.

“Don’t give me any ideas, princess.”

It wasn’t long until you both were close- he just felt so damn snug in the best way possible and your constant clenching and sexy moans had his eyes fluttering. He hugged you close as you both came one after the other. You laid still a moment, both recovering and then he gently pulled out.

You both cleaned up and at the end of it all you were content in his arms as he held you to his chest.

“I know…you get scared when I fight. But if I don’t use my strength for the little guy who will? All I can promise is that I will always return home to you at night.”

You turned in his grip to look up at him.

“You promise?”

He nodded, serious as you’d ever seen him.

“I do.”

“Fine. I love you.”

You sealed it with a kiss and dozed off in one another’s arms.

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[ransprang]

Hi. Can I request some headcanons of Edward Elric with a hypermobile s/o? I’m hypermobile and I have a track record of kneecap problems.

When you kneed him

Edward is always concerned about YN's knees and often reminds them to be careful when doing physical activities. He'll even help YN with stretching exercises to strengthen their knees and prevent future injuries.

YN often has to wear knee braces or supports, and Edward is always there to help them put them on or take them off. He also doesn't mind carrying YN when their knees are bothering them.

Despite YN's knee problems, they still love to dance, and Edward is always happy to oblige. He'll spin YN around the room and even dips them carefully to avoid any unnecessary strain on their knees.

YN's hypermobility can sometimes cause them to dislocate their joints, including their kneecaps. Edward is always quick to pop them back into place and make sure YN is comfortable.

When YN is having a bad knee day, Edward will often take them out for a relaxing day at home. They'll watch movies, play board games, and just enjoy each other's company without any physical strain.

Edward is always researching new techniques and remedies for YN's knee problems. He'll try out different stretches, exercises, and even home remedies to see what works best for them.

YN's knee problems can be a source of frustration and pain, but Edward is always there to comfort them. He'll give YN massages or even draw them a hot bath to help ease their discomfort.

When YN has to attend events or go out in public, Edward is always mindful of their knee problems. He'll scout out the venue ahead of time to make sure there are no stairs or other obstacles that might cause YN pain.

YN's knee problems can be a challenge, but Edward never lets it get in the way of their relationship. He loves YN for who they are, and their knee problems are just a small part of what makes them unique and special to him.

Despite YN's knee problems, they're always up for adventure, and Edward is right there beside them. They'll go hiking, exploring, and even rock climbing (with proper safety precautions, of course). Edward is always ready to support YN and help them overcome any obstacles that come their way.

Your kneecap,

Admin Sav

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[daily-dose-of-imagines]

Painful dreams

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Anon asked: If you have the time, can I please have Edward Elric from FMA X reader, where the reader uses alchemy to try and cure Ed of his bad dreams, but instead they restore his and Al's bodies, and they end up suffering from bad dreams?? Please???

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Hello and thank you so much for requesting with us! I do hope you enjoy this!

>Admin T

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You gasped as you blinked open your eyes, sweat dripping from your forehead. You saw the dark room and were reminded that you were asleep. It was only a bad dream you had. But the dream was so vivid it felt like it was actually happening to you.

Like always.

Ever since you helped Ed and Al, all you have been dreaming about is death, pain, and sadness. Anything that would make your heart feel like it would shatter into a million pieces.

It never got better, the dreams. They always got worse. It's gotten to the point where you dread going to sleep.

Taking the covers off and sliding off your bed, you padded your way to the kitchen quietly, looking to get a glass of water to cool down. After a few sips and a few more calming breaths, you heard the sound of footsteps walking toward you. Glancing to your right, you saw Ed, only wearing pants and his hair wasn't tied. You gave him a small smile while he grimaced. "Another nightmare?"

You hummed, "Same as always. Don't worry about it too much."

"How can I not?!" Ed whispered back harshly. He was by your side in seconds, taking you by the arm and looking over your tired expression. "How can I not worry when we-- I -- am the reason you have such lucid, horrible nightmares."

His voice was filled with pain. For you, for the situation, he thought he put you in. "Ed, I chose to do what I did. And look, you have your limbs back, and Al has his body back. It was a small price to pay," you assured him, patting his hand where it clung to your arm.

Ed frowned, and then unexpectedly, gave you a tight hug. "It wasn't worth it. I can't bear to see your horrified face every time you wake up." It sounded like he was going to cry.

You hugged him back, burrowing your face into his neck, clinging to him. "I think it was worth it. I did this for you and for Al. I wanted you to be whole again. I wanted--" you sniffled. "Well, anyway, I'll find a way to get them to stop. There is some way. Probably."

Ed tightened his hold on you until he released and leaned back to examine your face. Dark circles, heavy eyelids, sunken cheeks. It made him scared for you. "I'll help. No matter what, I will help you fight these dreams."

Giving him a tired smile, you kissed his cheek and sighed, falling back into his arms. "Now, if this were a dream, I'd never want to wake up."

#fma scenarios #fma imagines #fullmetal alchemist imagines #fullmetal alchemist scenarios #edward elric x you #edward elric x reader #edward elric imagines #edward elric #fma #fullmetal alchimest #reader insert #x you #x reader

[mewi-or-lara]

when you suddenly realize you swing both ways

#I love to hc him as bi yeaaah #Sawyer is like WHY ARE YOU RUNNING WHY ARE YOU RUNNING??? #fma #fmab #fma oc #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric #winry rockbell #ling yao #edwin #edwin fma #edling #edward elric x oc #fma sawyer curtis #mewi draw #digital art #comic

[marisashinx]

Let's Make a Deal...

#this is 1000% how azul would propose to someone #who would win Edward “ill give you half of my life and you give me half of yours” Elric or Azul “lets make a deal" Ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twst azul x yuu #mari draws stuff #artists on tumblr

[ilovepannacotta]

If fma was an anime.

#fma brotherhood #fmab #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #edward elric #ling yao #edling #edward x ling #what do you mean this is not how their first meeting went? #this is literally how i remember the scene

[livuvur]

Oh to be Winry Rockbell... *Sighs dreamily*

#it's one of those days when I want her so badly and I also want to be her so BADLY #can you blame me tho #I was also going to draw al and win kissing passionately on the mouth like as besties but yall ain't ready for that #fullmetal alchemist #edward elric #winry rockbell #alphonse elric #fma #fmab #ed x winry #edwin #alwin #yep im making it a tag #fma art #my art

[selfawarejester]

True North | Edward Elric

pairing: edward elric x gn!reader

summary: ed has thoughts about his soulmate. Soulmate AU, fluff/angst.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: instead of doing my English assignment (which is the same amount of words, mind you), I decided to do this. First fic for the FMA fandom (finally)! Please enjoy <3

Ed could be considered the perfect example of a man of science. After all, despite all his loud and often-inflammatory (to his poor brother’s lament) proclamations against God, he treated science, specifically Alchemy, as a sort of religion itself — he knelt at its altars (or the arrays) and clasped his hands together “in prayer” to make miracles happen. Miracles that were completely logical and comprehensible to him, regardless of their complexity or intricacy.

But one thing still baffled him: one thing that was proven and real, and yet had no scientific basis whatsoever.

The soulmate bond.

Plenty of alchemists have been trying to figure it out for centuries. What makes one seek out their so-called “one true love”? What causes the tug, the force of which increased every passing year after one���s 15th birthday, or the closer you were to that person? What are the deciding factors as to one’s soulmate? These were questions that were slaved over, entire lives spent trying to puzzle out, volumes upon volumes of journals and articles dedicated to the phenomenon; and yet, there was no conclusive answer.

He didn’t like not having answers.

He especially didn’t like how crazy it drove his little brother.

“But isn’t it wonderful to think about, Brother?” He bites back a groan, but still rolls his eyes violently as Al started on another rant about the phenomenon. “A tangible link to the person you’re fated to be with!”

“Yeah, it’s a real doozy.” Ed mumbles, rolling his eyes. “Can we maybe get back to our research?”

Al sighs, and even though he can’t see it, he knows the brat’s shooting him that look — “Why are you so pig-headed, Brother?”, he can hear his innocent little voice.

“Brother…” Al starts off, armor creaking as he shifts behind him. “Haven’t you gotten your soulmate link yet?”

Ed stiffens, page in mid-turn.

Alphonse had been kind enough not to ask, but he’s been expecting the kid to pop the question for weeks now. After all, there was no one more romantic than his little brother; that much was obvious from the novels he snuck around and hid from him.

(And who could have given him those novels except-)

He shakes his head, knocking the thoughts of that person out as well.

“Sorry to disappoint, bud.” He sounds more confident than he feels, that eternal pressure tugging behind his sternum again. “Do me a favor and go through that pile over there, okay-?”

“And you call the Colonel a slavedriver.” A dulcet voice tsks behind him and he stiffens again.

Alphonse doesn’t notice, too caught up in greeting you, clambering up with a delighted call of your name.

The pressure burns now, causing a tremendous aching that makes him squeeze his eyes shut to push past it.

It just had to be you, didn’t it?

He flashes a smile over his shoulder, lifting his hand in a slight wave before going back to his research. Another person might be offended, but of course you aren’t.

You’re an understanding person, after all, who (as a part-time employee) sees all types in this library that the Elrics put up shop in for days at a time.

You’re a sweet person, who smiles gently when you not-so-subtly threaten to kick them out if they don’t take care of themselves.

It’s not that surprising it’s you.

For a little while, he thought it was Winry, as his heart kept tugging endlessly towards the direction in which the train to Resembool always ran.

It’s not until a month after his birthday that you returned, recounting your hometown visit (only a town over from where he grew up), and his chest almost exploded as you walked in, that he realized who his soulmate was.

There could have been worse soulmates, he thought as he watched you speak to Alphonse over his shoulder, not nearly as sly as he wished to be.

You and Al were such great friends — sure, it pissed him off a little, doubly jealous as both of you took up so much of the other’s attention — but it would’ve devastated him if you guys couldn’t get along.

You weren’t difficult on the eyes either — but that could have been the effect of his feelings or the soulmate bond, because though you were the most gorgeous thing he ever laid eyes on, he knew logically that you couldn’t have been the prettiest person in the world… but it sure did feel like it, though.

You were pretty smart — of course, he wouldn’t have cared if you weren’t, not everyone could be the prodigies he and his brother were, but he liked that you could follow along with the basics of what he was saying… even if you were completely uninterested in alchemy.

Which brought him to perhaps your most important quality, your patience. You sat there, day in and day out, listening to his rants and rambles even when it got to the point that common courtesy would have allowed you to flip him off and walk away.

And you just watched him from under Alphonse’s arm with gentle eyes, even though you both knew you were each other’s soulmates.

“Before I forget,” You interrupt Al, looking apologetic. “That new book you were asking about-“

“The one with the-?!” Al stops abruptly, snapping to look at Ed — who, in a moment of utter grace, flips around hard enough to bang both his elbow and his knee on the table.

But the pain and embarrassment might have been worth it to hear your laugh, loud and snorting and musical to his ears.

“I’ll go pick it up right now.” Al whispers way too loud, making you snicker. “Go distract Brother.”

“You got it!” You whisper just as loud, and Al giggles before sneaking off.

Ed bites the inside of his cheek, trying to will his cheeks back to their normal color when you plop down next to him, leaning your head on your palm.

“You ever gonna tell Alphonse? Or even make a move on me?” You were blunt too, awesomely to-the-point even to military officials like State Alchemists. Even Mustang went silent that one time you saw him berating your soulmate and stepped in, asking him about a book that was considerably overdue. He walked away with his chin held high, yet trembling under the disapproving glare of the Lieutenant.

Ed sighs. He knows you deserve better than him. He’s not unaware of how painful this if for you — it’s just as bad for him. He was never interested in romance or soulmates beyond a few discussions between the brothers and Winry about what they wanted their soulmates to be like… which usually ended with Alphonse rolling his eyes and Winry declaring that he would die alone.

He remembers declaring that he would be fine if he never had a soulmate. After all, his mom and that tall, bearded jerk who fathered him were soulmates. The stories their mother told the boys, twinkly-eyes and nostalgic, were what rooted their views on the concept: Alphonse yearned for it, deeply, and Ed grew bitter about it, understanding that even soulmates could ditch you and your two kids.

Until he met you, and suddenly he wanted… more. He wanted to try, to learn, for you. He knew you deserved so much, and even though he wasn’t sure he could give them to you, he wanted so bad to try. He was overcome with guilt and longing every time he saw your beautiful eyes.

But there was another guilt, a greater guilt and responsibility that came first. He mumbled your name forlornly, wishing so bad that he could say it the way he wanted to.

“I have to focus on this first. You know-“

“I know, I know.” You nod, but your eyes at downcast now, and he hates himself so much more now. “It would be nice to be acknowledged, though.”

He leans forward, putting his hand over yours.

You gasp; Ed’s not one to initiate physical contact, having jumped away the first time your skin touched his. The intense look in his eyes as they fix on your face doesn’t help, either.

“I’m gonna do right by you.” He swears right then and there, in his sacred place of worship, surrounded by the greatest works on Alchemy. “I’ll get mine and Al’s bodies back, and I’ll come find you.”

“Yeah?” You breathe out, eloquence stolen from you by his determination.

“Yeah.” He nods, squeezing your hand, a small smile curling up his lips. “I’ll take you to that café you like. It’ll be nice.”

A sudden urge to take it back, to pick another destination you might like better throws him; a café, how dumb was that?! You went there all the time! He couldn’t think of anything better than that?!

But you surprise him, laughing and biting your lip.

“Sounds great.” You say, completely genuine. At the sound of heavy footsteps, you rise, readying yourself to take your leave.

As you round the bookshelf that obscures his workspace from the rest of the world however, you stop for a moment, looking back.

“And once you’re done, you know how to find me.”

And you go, with a cute smile on your face.

And his heart tugs.

#edward elric x reader #alphonse elric x reader #only platonically alas #it’s a travesty that there are so little fics about these two #ed may get the girl in this one but I’ve got your back alphonse! #background Roy/Riza if you squint and apply a romantic subtext #gabiwrites #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fmab x reader

[fairy-writes]

Hi! I saw that your requests are open, would you be down to write any Edward Elric fluff? I just love him and I really like your writing <33

DENIAL

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): FLUFF, Female!Reader, Alchemist!Reader, mildly sexist behavior from Ed in the beginning (but he gets better)

Notes: This was going to be a songfic but instead is based on the song “Despair” by leo. But now it’s not. Mostly because I couldn’t find a website to copy and paste the lyrics from.

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Edward met you when he was twelve years old. You looked around his age and, sadly, was a few inches taller than him. You were both in Central Command and waiting for the State Alchemist Exam to start among all the other candidates. You were sat on a chair in the corner, pouring over a small pocket notebook with scribbles and writing that looked worse than his own chicken scratch. 

Of course, he only knew this because he happened to be doing the same thing.

Not because he thought you were pretty. No no. That would be preposterous!

He wished Alphonse could be there. But after they found out there was a physical evaluation, he dropped out and left the prospect of being a State Alchemist up to Edward.

The exam proctor for the written portion of the exam came out and called everyone inside the exam room. You stood, pocketed your notebook, and went inside. Your eyes caught his, and you offered a friendly smile. Edward just scowled back.

He wasn’t here to make friends. 

However, you didn’t let that annoy you, and you took your seat where you were assigned. Coincidentally, it was right in front of Edward. It was obvious that you were both the youngest two at the exam. Everyone else was middle-aged or, at the very least, in their twenties at best.

The exam proctor clapped his hands together, 

“You have two hours. Good luck!” 

Edward flew through the exam. It was reasonably straightforward, with only a few questions mildly stumping him. Most of the questions were multiple-choice, with a handful of essay questions. 

Ha. This written exam was all bullshit if the military thought this would stop him. 

Soon enough, he finished the last question in his best handwriting and turned it in to the proctor at the front of the room. He was the first one done at approximately an hour and eleven minutes. He could feel the glares as he exited the exam hall and found you sitting on a bench, pouring over your notes yet again. 

“You!” He jabbed an accusatory finger. How were you here? He didn’t see you leave! And you had been sitting right in front of him! You look up, startled like a deer in the headlights, but soon, your face smooths to that irritating friendly smile. 

“It’s you again! How did you do on the exam?” You say conversationally, and his brain stalls. 

Something about your voice makes his heart stutter. 

“Uh… what?” Edward fumbles, and you shut your book and slip it into the back pocket of your overalls, stretching your arms above your head. 

“Man, I thought it was hard! Those field questions were tricky!” You forge onward with your rather one-sided conversation, adjusting your shirt under your overalls. You wore dirty overalls, a dirty black long-sleeved shirt, and dirty rubber-soled sneakers. The left one was untied. Overall, you looked… not… very well put together. He was pretty sure you had mud smeared above your eyebrow. Hell, even Edward wore his best clothes, a button-down and some slacks, at Granny’s insistence. 

“The test was easy.” Edward eventually says, and you huff playfully,

“‘Course it was for you. But I still finished first, didn't I?” You tease, and he feels his cheeks flush.

“This isn’t a competition!” At that, you stare with your eyebrows raised,

“Not everyone becomes a State Alchemist, y’know. So it kind of is a competition.” You say, and he throws his hands up and storms away. He didn’t have time for you. He had to go back to his hotel room and prepare for the practical phase.

Edward met you next in Colonel Roy Mustang’s office.

He had just received his certification as the Fullmetal Alchemist when there was a knock on the door. Alphonse turned, his armor clanking slightly as he moved to open the door.

“Come in,” Mustang called, a grin on his face that Edward did not like. “It seems like your partner is here, Fullmetal,” he said as the door opened, and you peeked your head in.

“You!” He jumps up and points yet again. You cringe but recognize him easily enough and jab a finger at him.

“You made it through the exam!” You shriek, and he flinches himself at your volume.

Mustang quirks an eyebrow,

“You already seem acquainted.” He comments almost dumbly, and Edward grits his teeth.

“She finished the exam before me.” He grinds out, and Mustang’s eyebrow raises even higher. He leans his chin on his clasped hands.

“So this is the one who got a perfect score. You don’t look like much,” He muses, and Edward bites back a snippy retort. The fact that he hadn’t gotten a perfect score was a touchy subject. After all, he had missed one question—one!

You give a mock bow and straighten,

“Well, you don’t look like much yourself, sir.” You quip, and Alphonse stifles a laugh. Mustang sighs and mutters under his breath something that sounds suspiciously like, “Great, now there’s two of you.”  He then claps his hands together softly and looks at both of you, gesturing for you to take a seat.

“Now, Fullmetal, I’d like to introduce you to your new partner. This is the Ink Alchemist. Ink, this is the Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric.” He said, and immediately, Edward spotted a problem.

“Partner? No way! I’m not working with some girl!” He snaps and sees you roll your eyes out of the corner of his vision.

“So you’re one of those people?” You sneer, and he bares his teeth.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Before you two can start bickering, Mustang interjects.

“It’s under orders of the Führer himself that you two work together. So I suggest you both put aside your differences and get along.” He says, and you almost snap to attention like a dog looking at its master. Which Edward supposed, in a way, you were. 

Just like he was. 

Dogs of the military.

“So… what kind of alchemy do you do?” Alphonse said awkwardly as you and Edward scowled at each other. You three are on a train, heading toward Resembool to give Granny and Winry the fantastic news of Edward becoming a State Alchemist. But, of course, you had to tag along to “as his partner.” 

Edward was partially tempted to ditch you at a random train station. 

But he had tried that already, and it hadn’t worked. 

You perked up at the question and reached for your long sleeves. Your shirt was at least clean this time.

“Oh wow! That’s beautiful!” Alphonse gasped, and you grinned. 

Even Edward has to admit your transmutation circles are indeed beautiful. 

Extra lines swirl out from the circles themselves, decorating your arms like vines of flowers. He even spies a few doodled flowers in the bare spaces between circles. They dot your arm in varying sizes and intricacy, with the largest being the size of your palm and the smallest being almost the size of Edward’s thumb. Even the tiny ones had an insane amount of detail.

You preen under the attention but soon work your sleeves back down your arms and sit back in your seat next to Edward. 

“I designed ‘em myself! That’s where I got the name the Ink Alchemist!” you say, and when Alphonse asks more questions, you are happy to launch into a lecture worthy of his old school teacher. 

Edward has to admit… you looked really pretty when you were excitedly talking about alchemy with his younger brother. 

Admittedly, Edward’s little “crush” (though he refused to say it was one) grew bigger and bigger each day. Days turned into weeks, turned into months, turned into years. And that meant it grew harder and harder to hide from your keen eyes. You were brilliant—one of the smarter alchemists he knew—and pretty. Even though you were taller than him, he could look past that. 

Alphonse picked up on it, Winry picked up on it, and even Colonel Mustang picked up on it! And truthfully? Mustang was the absolute worst about it. He always watched you and Edward interact with a smug smile as if this was all his doing. 

And Edward had the inkling that it was that you two were paired together. Because why would the Führer pair two prepubescent teens together?

But as the two of you hit eighteen and Edward finally grew past you in height, things changed. 

It was the week before you confronted Father and his plans. 

Edward meandered away from the dying campfire and found you under the stars in a meadow. Darius, Heinkel, and Greed were all presumably fast asleep in their sleeping bags, and it was his turn to keep watch. 

They were in the middle of nowhere. Edward could spare a few minutes from night watch to talk to you.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asks, and you jump, nearly spilling your pot of ink that was balanced precariously on your knee. You hold a paintbrush in hand and are retracing the many transmutation circles that litter your arms. 

He could never get over how pretty they were. 

“Not really. I wanted to get these redone before… y’know… everything.” You say, and he takes a seat next to you, his automail leg creaking as he does so. He hadn’t maintained it in forever, it was stiffening up. 

“We still have a whole week before the eclipse.” He reminds you, and you look up at the stars, tracing the constellations with your eyes. 

“I know, but I can’t sit here and do nothing.” You reply, and he hums, thinking back to when he first met you. 

“I’m sorry.” He blurts into the night sky and sees you frown and look at him out of the corner of his eye. 

“For what?” You ask, and he shrugs, feeling his cheeks heat up. It wasn’t like him to be so sentimental! What was wrong with him?!

He only got like this when you were around. 

“For how I acted when we first met… Ditching you at the station… refusing to work with you… And—”

“Woah, woah, woah, where’s this coming from?! We aren’t going to die next week, are we?!” You cut him off, panicked, and nearly spilled your ink again. He caught it with his left hand right as you grabbed it, and your fingers brushed. 

“I don’t plan on it… But all these years have had me thinking how awful I was to you. And for no reason other than my pride.” The words come tumbling out, and he gets more and more heated until you kneel in front of him and cup his face. 

That gets him to shut up real quick.

“You were twelve, Ed.” You say gently and he huffs, opening his mouth to speak some more when you put a finger to his lips. Your skin is soft against his mouth, and he can smell the ink staining your fingertips. 

You continue to talk unabashed,

“You were twelve, and I forgave you a long time ago. I care for you a lot. We’ve been working together for what, six years? I know I didn’t make it easy to work with me either.” You finish, and he sighs, ducking his head in embarrassment. Then, before he can stop himself, he pulls you into a tight hug. You return it immediately.

“I have something to tell you after all this is over.” He mumbles and hears you chuckle. His heart, as it always does, skips a beat at the sound. 

Maybe when they defeat Father, he can tell you how he really feels.

Instead of living in denial. 

#edward elric x reader #ed elric x reader #edward elric x you #edward elric x y/n #fullmetal alchemist x reader #fullmetal x reader #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fairy writes

[zaimta]

“I don't want your money. I got this just for you. Keep your money. There's nothing I won't do for you. I'll come through for you every time—just in time”

˗ˏˋsanji, corazon, ryusui, magna, ed, arthur

#sanji x reader #corazon x reader #ryusui x reader #magna x reader #edward elric x reader #arthur boyle x reader #sanji vinsmoke x you #one piece x reader #dr stone x reader #fire force x reader #black clover x reader #fma x reader #fullmetal alchemist x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #brainrot on this song alone

[novelmonger]

Ed and Hughes (FMA) #17

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

(specifically '03 animeverse) Prompt: "Are you just going to keep walking by my house or are you going to come in?"

“Did he come back?”

Peering through the tiny slit of the curtains, Maes spotted the small figure standing under the streetlight. No red coat, no braid, no swagger. Just a twelve-year-old boy dressed in black, hands stuffed into pockets as he stared up at their house. “Yeah.”

“That's the third time,” Gracia yawned from the bed.

“It's like he's...too embarrassed to come knock on the door, but he wants to,” Maes murmured, watching the way Ed just stood there, scuffing his shoe against the ground and not moving on.

With a sigh, Gracia sat up. “Well, either call him inside or come back to bed.”

Maes looked over his shoulder at her and smiled, his heart warming at the sight of her. Even with tousled hair and huge bags under her eyes, exhausted from the demands of a certain little someone asleep in the next room, Gracia looked so beautiful. It was tempting to just crawl back under the covers and drift off to sleep again, but something told him he wouldn't be able to rest until he knew why Edward Elric was standing outside his house in the middle of the night.

Call it the Investigations officer in him. Or maybe the father.

As he passed by the bed on the way to the door, Gracia got up and reached for her housecoat. Maes held out a hand to stop her. “No—I can talk to him, hon. You need your sleep.”

Ignoring him, Gracia stepped into her slippers. “I'll make some hot chocolate.”

When she made to step past him, he stopped her with a kiss. “You're the best.”

With a sweet smile, she patted him on the cheek. “I know.”

And so, while Gracia headed to the kitchen, Maes opened the front door and stepped outside. Belatedly, he realized just how cold it was and regretted going outside in bare feet with nothing but his teddy bear-printed pajamas between him and the chill night air.

Ed was just on the other side of the fence now, frozen in place like a rabbit about to bolt. Maes couldn't read his expression from this distance in the dark. Raising a hand in welcome, he called out, “Are you just going to keep walking by my house, or are you going to come in?”

Slowly, dragging his feet the whole way, Ed opened the gate and slouched his way up to the door. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “Didn't mean to wake you up....”

“Never mind that,” Maes said, ushering him through the door. “Just get inside; it's freezing out there.”

Flipping on the lights to fill the room with a warm, cheery light, Maes guided Ed through to the living room and pushed on his shoulders to make him sit down on the couch. As Maes sat down beside him, he got a better look at the disheveled boy.

Huge circles under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in a week. Hollow cheeks, like he hadn't been eating right. His hair was tangled, not even held back in a ponytail. Instead of his usual brash confidence, Ed's shoulders slumped and he stared listlessly at the floor.

“Where's Al?” Maes asked. Best to start with the basics.

Ed shrugged. “With Winry.”

“Winry...oh, right, your girlfriend.” Maes waited for a reaction, but didn't get any. That concerned him more than anything yet. “They know you're here?”

Another shrug. “Went for a walk. Needed to clear my head.”

Maes nodded. Those boys had been through a lot lately, what with tracking down Barry the Chopper and also the whole Tucker situation. It made perfect sense that Ed wasn't his usual self. “Is it helping?”

Ed shook his head. A minute of silence passed while Maes waited for Ed to say more and Ed just stared at the floor.

Maybe he just needed more of an opening. “So how come you ended up on my doorstep tonight, Ed?” he asked softly. “It's a pretty long walk from your hotel. Did you...want to talk to me about something?”

“Yeah...no...I don't know.” Ed sighed, dropping his chin into his hand.

Maes's detective brain started whirring away as he looked at the slump of Ed's shoulders, the way he hung his head and didn't look Maes in the eye. Here he was, in the dead of night, clearly wanting comfort or at least a listening ear...and he wasn't with his brother or his childhood friend. Al and Winry were probably the two people he would normally turn to first for comfort and understanding, as they'd known each other their whole lives.

So why was Ed here, with a man he'd met just a couple months ago? What would Ed want to talk about that he wouldn't want to talk about with the two people who were closest to him?

Pushing his glasses up his nose, Maes asked quietly, “Is this about Nina?”

Ed jerked as if Maes had poked him with a fork, suddenly sitting up straight and staring at him with wide eyes. Maes's heart clenched. He's just a kid. He's twelve. And look at everything he's already been through....

“How'd you...?” Those golden eyes filled with tears and Ed hastily looked away, as if trying to hide behind his long bangs. But Maes could still see his chin trembling.

Maes put a hand on Ed's shoulder, and a choked sob escaped him. Ed pressed a fist to his mouth as if to stifle it, but Maes would have none of that. He slid across the couch and wrapped his arms around Ed, pulling him in close. “It's okay,” he murmured, patting Ed's back just like he always did with Elysia. “I've got you.”

Ed grabbed the back of Maes's shirt, his grip so strong but his sobs surprisingly weak, muffled in Maes's shoulder. Strange. Elysia's tiny hands were much weaker, but her cries were loud and piercing.

Maes felt the same desire well up in his heart—the desire to hold this child close forever and to never, never let go.

But Ed did let go. He pulled back, sniffling and rubbing his sleeve across his eyes with hasty, furtive movements, turning his face away as if embarrassed to have done something like that. But Maes kept an arm around his shoulders, and Ed didn't break his grip. If anything, even though he looked ashamed of his outburst, he leaned towards Maes, as if secretly longing to stay in his embrace.

So Maes settled close to Ed's side with his arm around him, an open invitation if Ed wanted more. “I know you've probably heard this so many times by now it's lost its meaning,” he said heavily, “but it wasn't your fault.”

“Yes, it was.” Ed's chin began to tremble again, but he clenched it and looked defiantly up at Maes through his tears. “I could've stopped him. I should've figured it out before he...he....”

“Hey,” Maes said, squeezing Ed's shoulder until he realized it was his metal shoulder and he wouldn't be able to feel it. “There's a lot of people who can say they should have done something. We all realize that, looking back. But you can't beat yourself up for it. We do our best with what we know at the time.”

Ed's mouth twisted into an ugly scowl. “Guess my best is just never enough, then. 'Cause I did my best...and I still failed her. Just like I always—“ He bit his lip, but that did nothing to stop big, fat tears from rolling down his cheeks.

“Hey, now.” Maes pulled Ed in close again, and Ed didn't protest. His shoulders shook with the force of his tears, miserable and broken. “Don't you go telling yourself that you've failed everyone. That's just not true.”

Ed made a garbled sound of protest, but it was muffled in his shirt, so Maes elected to ignore it.

“You're thinking about your mother, aren't you?” he said softly, rubbing Ed's back in circles. “Maybe I don't know the whole story, but one thing I know for certain is that she would never tell you that you failed her. I'm sure your mom wouldn't have wanted you to sacrifice what you did, trying to bring her back. But she would understand. Because she loved you. She knew that you did what you did because you were desperate, and you wanted to see her again.”

Edward drew a deep, shuddering breath, but didn't say anything, so Maes continued. “And I know for a fact that Al would never call you a failure for what you did for him. He looks up to you. He respects you. He's grateful for what you did, because it's kept you two together all this time. It's given you a second chance to make things right. The way he sees it, you saved his life.

“Now, you may not have been able to save Nina's life,” he murmured, absently stroking Ed's tangled hair, “but you brought so much joy to that little girl's life while she was still here. I could see it from the first time I laid eyes on her, you know. You were like a brother to her. And I know you tried your hardest to help her even after...what happened. She wasn't just a failed experiment to you, was she? She was still Nina.”

A little moan was the only response he got.

“Sometimes...there's nothing we can do. We can't prevent it, and we can't fix it. Unfortunately, that's the way life is sometimes. And I'm so sorry you've already had to learn this so many times.”

“It hurts,” Ed sobbed. “I-I don't want it to hurt!”

“I know.” Tears stung Maes's eyes, but all he could do was hold Ed close. “I know.”

Minutes passed in silence. Gradually, Ed's tears subsided into sniffles and shuddery, hiccuping breaths. Maes relaxed his embrace enough for Ed to sit back against the couch cushions, wiping the tears away. This time, he didn't look embarrassed. He seemed too worn out for any of that nonsense by now.

Gracia's timing was impeccable as always. She picked the perfect moment to walk out into the living room with a tray of steaming mugs and a plate of cookies. As soon as she set the tray down, before even serving the hot chocolate, she perched on the arm of the couch and pulled Ed into a hug, complete with kiss on the top of the head. Ed's cheeks tinged red, but he still lingered in her embrace as if reluctant to let her go.

Like any other twelve-year-old boy who'd been carrying a weight of grief and just needed loving parents to hold him and reassure him that everything would be all right. Maes had to bite his tongue to keep himself from announcing that they were adopting him and Al on the spot.

Just as Gracia got to her feet again, a baby's cry echoed down the stairs. Glancing at the clock, Gracia said, “It's time for Elysia's next feeding. Please make yourself at home, Edward. Maes can help you make up the couch if you want to stay the night.”

“Oh...that's okay,” Ed mumbled as she left.

“Here.” Maes passed him a mug of chocolate and positioned the plate of cookies within easy reach, snagging one for himself. After the emotional turmoil, he felt he could use a midnight snack too.

After a sip or two of the hot chocolate, Ed glanced up at Maes again. “Thanks.”

Maes smiled, his heart lifting to see the spark of something that had been missing in Ed's eyes before. “Anytime.”

#ask and you shall receive #x-i-l-verify #ask games #let me count the ways #full metal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist #fma #edward elric #maes hughes #gracia hughes #they keep getting looooooooongerrrrr!! 8D #this was supposed to just be a casual writing side project but i actually made myself CRY with this one ;A; #i hope this isn't too ooc it's just that ed is very sleep-deprived and very twelve #also i suddenly want a hug from maes hughes very badly T^T

[thelaughtercafe]

Cuddling Headcanons with Edward Elric

Tea Type: Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Edward/F! Reader

Length: 180

Summary: N/A

Ed loves to be the big spoon.

I dunno if you’ve noticed this, but he’s a little protective.

Being the big spoon lets him feel like you’re not going to leave him, it’s a physical reassurance he adores.

Likes to bury his face into your neck as he sleeps, the heat and feeling of your skin against his is super reassuring.

Quietly talks of his adventures with Al in hushed whispers until you both doze off, or listens to you talk about your day.

Some days he just gets really quiet and takes in all he has that’s around him, and on those days you make sure you spend plenty of time cuddling him to ground him and remind him it’s all real and he’s safe now.

Likes to cuddle outside in a sunny spot with you on a blanket and fall asleep only to then teach you about the stars and constellations during the night.

The quickest way to calm him down from a nightmare is to hold him tightly and squeeze him until he comes back to himself.

#tlc: boba #fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist headcanons #female reader #edward elric x reader #edward elric x you #tlc: headcanons #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood

[pfpanimes]

⌕ fullmetal alchemist - ed elric.

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