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fairy-writes · 11 months

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FAIRY!!! CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K FOLLOWERS!! MAY MANY MORE COME!!! :O <3

May I request Edward Elric with the action propmpt 10? That would be awesome!! <3

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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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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headcanons for when you ask them if they'd love you as a worm? 👉👈 for spike (cowboy bebop), edward (fmab), daichi (haikyuu!), & howl (howl's moving castle) if you don't mind? sending you all my love for providing us with the content that you do, I hope school is going well for you 💖

“Would You Love Me as a Worm?” HCs (Spike Spiegel, Edward Elric, Daichi Sawamura, Howl Jenkins Pendragon)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂!! :)) 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !!!!!!

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Spike Spiegel

“What’s a worm?”

100% just looks at you with a frown and asks that

Of course, he starts smiling and chuckles a bit when you get to fussing at him for playing dumb

Though it’s his first instinct to shrug and to ask what worms look like because chances are?

He hasn’t seen one since before he was a part of the Red Dragon syndicate

There you two are- cuddling on the couch and scrolling through a screen that shows nothing but worms ( much to the dismay of Faye who walks in and immediately walks out)

After a while, Spike puts his hand over yours to stop you from scrolling down any further

Then he looks at you, deep into your eyes as he leans in close, and tells you-

“No. They’re kind of gross looking.”

This time your reaction really gets him laughing- and promising that he’s “just joking, calm down!” and he’ll “keep you in his pocket, he swears!”

Edward Elric

“...is this a riddle?”

That’s all he says after 30 seconds of silence between the two of you

He still doesn’t know what to think or say when you insist that it’s NOT a riddle or a trick and you just want to know

“Okay…how did you turn into a worm though?”

He starts to get flustered as you tell him that the how and why of it all doesn’t matter and that your question still stands

Of course, that only serves to make him more nervous

“But…would I know you before you turned into a worm? Or is this a world where you were always a worm- HEY WAIT DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME”

You, not wanting to listen to him ramble on and on about a situation he’s overcomplicating all by himself, leave the room

Because he’s Edward Elric (read: overdramatic and loud) ends up throwing his book to the ground and chasing after you, afraid he made you upset

But hey- the image of him shouting apologies and saying “OF COURSE I’D LOVE AS A WORM, WHO WOULDN’T” at the top of his lungs was a nice break for all the other staff at Central Command

Daichi Sawamura

“Aww, of course, I would! I’d keep you in my pocket and take you everywhere with me!”

See this guy gets it

Daichi had seen this trend online a couple of times when messing around on his phone

And while he thought it was a little weird…

…it reminded him a lot about you

Now would he actually love you as a worm?

Nobody knows (yes, ofc he would he’s Daichi)

But of course, he’s gonna do anything to keep you happy!

You’re his world!

Even if that means talking about how he’s going to build you a big worm terrarium where you can live a life of worm luxury for longer than what should be possible

Howl Jenkins Pendragon

“As a worm? Now, that’s a peculiar question…”

See this guy doesn’t get it

But he’s the great wizard Howl and he’s gonna find a way to be the most charming individual in the world

Even while he’s completely clueless

“My dear, I’d love you in any form that you took”

He’ll tell you as he pulls you close and cradles your face in his hands

And when you ask him “Any form?” for reassurance, he’s there to give it to you- ten-fold

“Absolutely any form, my love”

Cue you throwing your arms around him and cuddling up to him in pure happiness

While Howl just gives a fake-retching Calcifer a sly wink as he returns your embrace

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justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms · 5 months

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Please may I have a Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood scenario of when you (Maes Hughes sister *same age as Roy and she is Roy's wife and everything and she is currently pregnant with his son and she is a skilled sniper and yeah..she is the wife of a flame alchemist*) were insistent on Roy taking a break when the poor man was on the verge of collapse. You received a call from your worried brother when you were at the hospital having your pregnancy bump checked and you saw for yourself when Edward told you that Roy wasn't feeling all sunshine and rainbows..it was obvious that your poor husband had taken ill and you were absolutely stern when you told him to go home and sleep in a tone that meant "do it or else"..Roy was insistent when he said he was fine but he was not fine and it was clear to everyone else too..when they all told him to listen to his wife (you)..the Elric brothers had to help him home considering that you wouldn't be able to help him not in your condition. You called Roy a numpty for going to work despite he was ill today once he was in bed..

Hi! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like the scenario!

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Character: Roy Mustang x afab! pregnant! Hughes! Reader (the reader is referred to as Roy's wife but gender neutral pronouns are used otherwise)

Word Count: 1.0k (1,097 words)

“Uh huh. Yeah. No, I know what he’s like. Yep. I’ll be there soon, don’t let him out of your sight. Bye.”

With every word you spoke into the phone the nurse standing near you grew paler and backed away. You could only guess at the expression on your face.

That damned husband of yours.

“I’m sorry. I’ve got to go. Is that all we need to do for today or do I need to book another appointment?”

The nurse recovered from her stunned state and shook her head. “Everything’s okay. Both you and the baby are doing well. We’ll see you again next month for your next check up.”

You gathered your belongings and stood up from your chair. “Thank you. I’ll see you then.”

As you left the building all you could think about was the conversation you had just had over the phone.

It had been your brother, Maes. And of course, knowing your brother, you expected him to be calling just to rant about his lovely Elicia.

So when you had answered the phone, it had come as a surprise.

“Hey sis! How’d the appointment go? All good?”

You smiled tiredly. Your brother was always so energetic. “Yes, Maes, all good. But I’m still in the appointment so unless it’s urgent, I’ll have to go.”

“Well actually…” he paused, “it is a bit urgent.”

You frowned. That was a more serious tone than you’d heard your brother use in quite a while. Maybe this wasn’t your average “my beautiful Elicia counted to ten today, she’s so smart” call.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Roy. He’s overworking himself again.”

You sighed. “That’s my husband. I’m guessing he’s not listening to anyone there?”

“You know him. Figured it was best if you came here to drag him home yourself.”

Another sigh on your part. “I’ll be there in a bit. Keep an eye on him and don’t let him out of your sight.”

“Right on. See you soon sis.”

As you strode through the halls of the base, you felt a presence fall into step beside you.

“Hello ma’am. Are you Mustang’s wife?”

You turned to look at the figure next to you. It was Edward Elric. Looking behind you, you saw his younger brother Alphonse. It was surprising how quietly he was able to move despite the large metal suit of armour.

You mostly knew the boy through Roy since, whether your husband wanted to admit it or not, he had basically adopted the Elric brothers following the incident that had taken place at their home a few years ago. Roy had been sparse on details but you’d heard rumours of human transmutation. You didn’t pry any further after that.

You’d see the Elrics around the base a few times and had certainly heard Ed and Roy yelling at each other on occasion. But beyond a few quick greetings in the halls, you hadn’t really had a lot to do with them.

“Yes, that’s me. And you’re the Fullmetal Alchemist aren’t you? To what do I owe the pleasure? Everything alright?”

The boy seemed to be fighting with himself, unsure of what to say. “It’s Mustang. He’s overworking himself and normally, I wouldn’t give a-” he paused and cleared his throat, “I mean, normally I wouldn’t be worried but he’s going to make himself sick if he doesn’t have a break.”

You sighed. “That’s my husband. My brother - you know him, Maes Hughes - called me earlier. I’m here to take him home to rest.” You frowned, “Is he that bad?”

“He’s certainly not feeling sunshine and rainbows at the moment. I think if he keeps working much longer he’s going to get sick.”

Of course he would work himself to the point of collapse when you weren’t around.

“Thank you for letting me know. I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind.”

For the first time, Edward grinned. “This, I’ve got to see.”

You had both reached the door to your husband’s office. You didn’t bother with the courtesy of knocking. Instead, you swung the door open, shifting your face into a firm look of fury and subtle disappointment.

“Roy.”

The man looked up from his desk, scrambling to make himself look presentable. But nothing count hide the dark circles under his eyes and the invisible weight on his shoulders.

“Hey sis! How are you and the little one doing?”

You turned to your brother, your face morphing into a smile. “Doing well.”

You looked around at the others in the room. Havoc, Hawkeye, Fuery, Falman, Breda. All people you knew well. All people who were completely loyal to your husband. All people he was ignoring at present.

“The baby’s as strong as ever. But I hear it’s father…” you turned your gaze back to Roy, “isn’t the same.”

Roy shook his head despite the resounding responses to the positive from around the room. “I’m fine dear. Really. No need to worry.”

“Oh don’t give me that. I can see it from a mile away. You, mister, need to go home and rest. Maes told me you’re overworking yourself. Even Edward told me he’s concerned about your wellbeing.”

Spluttering from behind you. “Now hang on, I never said-”

“Brother, don’t deny it. You were worried.”

You walked over to Roy’s desk. “We’re going home.”

“I’m fine hones-”

“Sir. With all due respect. Listen to your wife. Go home and rest. We can handle things here.” You gazed gratefully at Hawkeye who smiled back.

Roy opened his mouth as if to protest again but you interrupted before he had the chance. “Roy. Don’t be a numpty. Let’s go.”

He closed his mouth and exhaled through his nose. “Alright. You win. Let’s go.”

He raised himself from his chair and swayed dramatically. Edward and Alphonse rushed over. “Come on Colonel. We’ll help.” From the teasing glint in Edward’s eyes, you guessed his offer of help was in part due to genuine concern but mostly due to the fact that he could use the situation to tease your husband in the future.

As the Elrics helped Roy out the door, you waved a farewell to the others. “Thank you for looking after him until I got here. He’ll be back once he’s feeling better.”

Assorted farewells followed you out the door.

“When we get home, you’re going to bed and resting, alright?” Your tone brooked no argument and, despite everything, Roy smiled teasingly.

“Yes ma’am. You got it.”

His smile grew softer and a warm look filled his gaze.

“You’re going to be a great parent.”

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mcverse · 7 months

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༘⋆✿ Pᴀʀɪɴɢ: Aʟᴘʜᴏɴꜱᴇ Eʟʀɪᴄ x Hɪɴᴀᴛᴀ! F! Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

༘⋆✿ Rᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ: Yᴇꜱ/Nᴏ

༘⋆✿ Tʏᴘᴇ: Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ&Sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ

༘⋆✿ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: mention of death, teasing from ed, passing out, fluff, el romántico, Hᴇ’ꜱ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘ, ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ғʀᴇᴇ

༘⋆✿ Sɪᴅᴇ Bᴀʀ: ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ᴡʜᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴀ ꜱᴜɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴍᴏʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ, ꜱᴏ I ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ʙᴏᴛʜ. I ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡ/ ᴛʜɪꜱ. Mʏ ʙᴀᴅ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ? Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. Tʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ.

༘⋆✿ Hᴏᴍᴇ

ᴘʟꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ: ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ 18+

ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

CHILDHOOD

Meeting Al when you were younger was simply by chance. Being raised in a strict household and being second bests, there wasn’t much you could do but you can at least help with house necessities when need be.

The day you met him, you were tasked to go into town to receive some items your mother requested—with your father, of course. Rarely does he let you do anything alone because unlike your sister who was plenty capable and sociable, you were clumsy & though he doesn’t outright say it, also not the brightest child he has. He keeps you close for your safety.

When in town, you father was bargaining with a traded man when you got distracted by a butterfly. After you grew bored, that was when you realized you strayed too far from him… which would ultimately end in a stern talking to.

You back track, but when you find the stall he was at—he was no longer there. You panicked, looking around frantically when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

Turning around, your heart leaps in hope that it's the man you're looking for, but you're surprised to see a middle-aged woman in her twenties squatting low to level with you.

"Are you lost, sweetie?" she inquires, sending you a sweet smile that reaches her emerald-colored eyes and makes you more nervous than needed. As you step back in alarm, hands balled together against your chest, she waits patiently, not bothering to repeat her question.

You answer her after a pregnant pause, "I... I lost my daddy," you murmur under your breath.

The woman nods, "I see..." lips pursed as she looks around before looking back at you, determined, "That must be really scary for you. How about we help you find him?"

You cock your head sideways, face twisted in confusion. You're aware you aren't the best at subjects, but you know numbers well enough to recognize that there's just one person in front of you: her.

Your confusion quickly vanishes as two blonde boys around your age simultaneously envelop her from both sides. The woman warmly reciprocates their hug and then shifts her focus back to you, repeating her question, “What’s your response?” At the same time, a man resembling the boys approaches from behind the group.

What a happy family...

Realizing you lack the qualities to locate your father independently, you reluctantly agree, driven by the growing anxiety from this social interaction, making you all the more eager to find him.

On that day, you did manage to locate your father, but only after spending some time with the Elrics, and you have to admit it was much more tolerable than enduring your insufferably strict household.

With the Elrics' assistance in locating your father, you had the opportunity to spend more time with them (finally having friends who weren't related to your sister). Your father trusted them enough to look after you.

Edward thinks there's something wrong with you—you're weird, always the most timid and awkward person in the vicinity. Al is always there to defend you, reminding Ed of your different upbringing and urging him to be more considerate and less insensitive about your shyness.

He pleads with Ed to stop teasing you about how easily you turn red because it only makes things worse. Does he want you to pass out from embarrassment again?

Little does Al know that, on top of Ed, he also worsens matters with all his defending. In your eyes, you thought of him as the knight from the books you used to read. So, yes, a silly little crush developed, and due to your reserved nature, no one was the wiser.

Everything was good, blissfully well. Then, in an instant, it wasn't—the day their mother suddenly passed away. You were there that day, with them in the field as they wanted to demonstrate how much better they had become at alchemy. Having grown up in the environment you did, you were oblivious to just how swiftly happiness could vanish until you experienced it firsthand.

Suddenly, you find yourself in Al's embrace on the day of her funeral, his tears flowing freely. The idea of getting so close to someone never occurred to you before, but here you were. It takes a moment, but you manage to return his hug, albeit with trembling arms.

In the days that follow, Al clings to you more often. You attribute it to his grief over his mother, so you endure it, even though every time he grabs your hand or offers you a genuine smile meant only for you, it feels like a wave of heat washing over you.

During one of your visits to him, you suddenly grasped that all his attention was his way of avoiding telling you that he was leaving. It took walking into an empty house for the truth to sink in. Maybe, in his own way, he was conveying this message, as you had recently learned that good things don’t last.

TEENAGER YEARS (armor form)

You felt heartbroken when the Elric brothers left, but you still had Winry by your side. So, not much had changed in the social department, except for the fact that you now assisted Winry with her projects, which occasionally involved people.

You didn't mind at all. You found joy in assisting however you could, and the added benefit was that the more interactions you had, the less your shyness manifested, leading to fewer instances of fainting. Now, you were down to experiencing it only twice a week.

When you weren't with Winry, you devoted your time to learning alchemy, a pursuit you adopted from the boys after witnessing the immense joy it brought them.

You may not have been as skilled as your sister, but your strong suit was reading, and that's what you did until you stumbled upon an ancient text. You worked tirelessly to decipher it, and by the time you realized you had found an indentation, you were already deeply immersed. The next thing you knew, you were standing before the gate and meeting Truth.

You were about to retreat, apprehensive about what lay ahead, but they managed to convince you to continue. However, it came with a price: "To obtain something of equal value, something must be lost." You were unsure of what you could sacrifice, but Truth always demands a toll. As it turned out, it claimed only 15 years of your life.

A mistake? Perhaps. In return, you became the Trinocular Alchemist; an enigmatic form of alchemy that grants the practitioner a third eye, allowing them to perceive the world in ways beyond ordinary human senses.

You became so absorbed in your newfound ability that the next time you encounter the Elric brothers, it caught you by surprise. You were aware that Ed would occasionally visit Winry to have his arm and leg worked on, but you were usually never around to see either of them, especially Al.

That's why you're shocked when Al is the one who seeks you out the next time Ed and he visit town. He appears at your front door unexpectedly with flowers in hand, but it's not the Al you remember. He's now a suit of armor.

You become tense under the hollow gaze of the towering figure in front of you, his height surpassing that of any man you've ever encountered. The atmosphere is charged with tension, and neither of you has spoken since you opened the door, probably because both of you are at a loss for words.

You blink, lowering your head as your face flushes with embarrassment. The situation is becoming increasingly awkward, and you realize you should have said something the moment you opened the door. Instead, you find yourself chewing the inside of your lip, desperately searching for a way to ease the tension.

"Uh, (Name)," Al is the first to break the silence, his voice gentler than his imposing form. He speaks as though he's smaller than his armored appearance suggests, as if that's how he truly feels. "It's me, Al—."

"Alphonse?" you interrupt him abruptly, your eyes widening in surprise at your own actions. You quickly place a hand over your mouth and mumble, "Sorry..."

"You—How do you know... did Winry tell you?" he fires a barrage of unfinished questions at you, clearly flustered that you had to find out that way.

"No—well, sort of. I didn't know you were in full armor," you admit bashfully, "but it wouldn't matter whether I did or not. You might not look like Al, but you certainly sound like him."

You can't discern if your words pleased him, given his lack of facial expressions. However, judging by his improved posture and the gesture of extending the flowers to you, it seems he must be pleased.

"These are for you. You still like (favorite flower)s, right? Winry confirmed it," he says, pausing briefly before adding, "Sorry, that did sound a bit creepy. I was just asking about you when the topic came up."

You accept them with gratitude, your face once again flushing with warmth as you inhale their fragrance, a bright smile gracing your lips. "You know, it's funny. Gestures like these when we were younger made me see you as my knight in shining armor. Ironically, the metaphor fits this time."

Error: Alphonse.exe has stopped functioning.

Do you have any idea how adorable you are to him? The man had a serious crush on you while growing up. While it was easier to dismiss it as just being overly friendly when you were kids, now as a teenager, he sought you out because he genuinely missed your smile and the kind words that always made his heart flutter.

It took a lot for him to come here after everything that happened when you were kids, suddenly disappearing, and showing up in armor now. He was scared about how you would react, but he's truly glad he did.

Turns out his brother and him have some business around the area so their there for a while. Al waits no time and as much as he loves his brother, he would rather spend it catching up with you.

So when he’s not conducting business, he’s listening to you talk his “ears” off about your alchemy. Or having dinner with your even though all he does is watch you eat. He can’t complain, you look cute even doing that. Sometimes you’d get food on your face from being so jittery that he leans in casually to wipe it off the corner of your lip. You fainted the first time. Now he always ask before he touches you.

Whenever you let him, he swears his soul tingles with a unique sensation. It’s the oddest but most gratifying feeling. Having you in his arms, whether it’s because you tripped or he needs to pass by, feels like a blessing. He’s touched people before, but when he touches you, his mind is flooded with memories of what it used to feel like—the warmth that used to radiate from your body. He can almost sense it again if he concentrates, even though he knows it’s impossible.

God, he wishes he could. Every time it's brought to his attention that he can't, he falls into a quiet, armor-clad sulk. You immediately sense that something's amiss with him, and it doesn't take much for you to coax it out of him. He's a sensitive man, and he's open in his communication. He's already yours, even though you may not realize it yet.

Neither of you realizes that despite not openly confessing your feelings, your actions clearly demonstrate your affection, leading people to assume you're already dating—although that couldn't be further from the truth. You're both living in the moment, fully aware that he will have to leave again.

He holds doors open for you, his gaze fixated on you as you enter; it's difficult for him to look away. How did he ever walk out of your life? He hates that he understands the reasons now. He wishes he could remain oblivious to the facts. After every enjoyable time spent together, he walks you home to ensure your safety.

The mere thought of anything happening to you tears him apart. As he accompanies you, he positions himself on the outside of the road, shielding you from any large puddles that might be nearby. And when your feet start to hurt from wearing the wrong pair of shoes, he goes out to buy you a better pair, allowing you to lean on him as he helps you put them on.

Ed has now become the third wheel, replacing Al alongside Winry and him. He's utterly fed up with the situation and wishes Al would just confess his feelings already. Otherwise, he's afraid he might resort to drastic measures like gouging his own eyes out or stuffing rocks in his ears if he has to endure another picnic with you both giggling like schoolgirls.

With that said, he has complex feelings about his brother's situation. He's happy to see him back in the life of his first love, but there's also a tinge of sadness. It's a bittersweet reunion because she now knows that he's not the same boy she once knew.

So, imagine his relief when you accept Al as if he was never any different. And you do the same with him. Ed thought you might harbor ill feelings towards him because of his relentless teasing during your childhood and the upheaval he brought into your lives without telling you. But it was as if nothing had changed. He still teases you, though it's not as insensitive as it used to be years ago.

He's grown softer when it comes to you, and he blames his brother for it. He's learned when to stop before you faint, because, despite his denials, it would worry him as much as it worries Al. Yes, he's become attached to you—you matter to both him and his brother. After all, you're his future sister-in-law.

This time, at the end of a spontaneous slow dance to your favorite song, Al informed you that he would be leaving again. It didn't bother you much, especially since he had made a promise to return.

You reach out and touch the cold steel that now embodies Al, swaying together to the rhythm of your favorite song playing on the radio, the beat echoing the rhythm of your heart against your ribcage.

"(Name), does it concern you that I'm not human?" Al quieres, his eyes directed towards the wall behind you.

Looking up at him, you furrow your brows in response to his unexpected question, "You could be a ghost, and it still wouldn't matter..."

ADULT HOOD (human form)

Officially, you both become a couple 2 months after he regains his body. It took him this long for two reasons: he wanted to court you properly before making his move, and he wanted to give you time to adjust to the possibility of getting closer in the way you both secretively desired.

He'd prefer not to have you fainting on him (much like when you were younger) every time he initiated random contact or if you shied away from his compliments and avoided his gaze. However, he does find it quite flattering that he's now officially the one who makes you feel this way, just as he once did.

When he does ask you out, he is incredibly rizz. It wasn't a simple confession; he went above and beyond, making it seem as though he was proposing marriage. Where did he learn to be so romantic like this?? Certainly not from Ed. The thought makes you laugh.

At first, when he asked you out, you didn't think it was an actual date. I mean, "Are you free to go somewhere with me tonight?" isn't exactly how you typically ask someone out, but it got you where you needed to be: with him.

He picks you up (you live alone now that you’re older), dressed in a smart fitted suit, his hair slicked back with pomade, neatly parted on the side. He's not the same nervous Al you saw this morning. You feel somewhat underdressed in your dress, but after expressing your concern, he assures you that you look absolutely perfect.

"Where are we heading, Al?" you inquire as you link your arm with his, allowing him to lead you down the road. He responds with a warm smile, and his brown eyes twinkle like stars in the night sky.

"To our spot," he replies, placing emphasis on the word "our."

You blink at him, your mouth going dry as the way he worded it sounds incredibly intimate. You quickly divert your gaze forward and squeeze yourself closer to him, feeling tense.

The spot he referred to as "ours" was typically where you went for picnics or stargazing, but that wouldn't make sense in this situation. You don't dress up in a suit for that.

However, it all starts to make sense when you arrive. Instead of a picnic blanket, there's a small round table covered with a cloth and two chairs.

Upon closer inspection, you notice it's adorned with a selection of your favorite desserts and your preferred dining drink. On either side of the round table, there are two covered plates. Pretty lights dangled from poles to brighten the area. It's a beautiful setup, but you can't help but wonder why it's here.

Al is quick to respond to your unspoken question, pulling out a chair for you to sit on. "I've been relearning how to cook after all this time," he explains with a bashful smile. "I believe I've perfected this dish, and I want you to be the first to try it."

He’s incredibly kind, especially when it turns out he’s prepared your favorite dish. That’s why he seemed a bit shy just moments ago. If you weren’t so reserved, you’d want to hug him at this very moment to convey your heartfelt appreciation. He didn’t need to put in so much effort to prepare your favorite meal, but he insisted he wanted to.

As the evening wore on, it started to take on more of a date-like atmosphere. He had a way of steering the conversation back to you, showing a genuine fascination with your voice, both then and especially now.

There were moments when he seemed lost in thought, gazing at you with a gentle expression, which made you a bit self-conscious, causing you to avoid eye contact. Yet, he soon spoke up, encouraging you not to look away, expressing his fondness for gazing into your eyes.

The night begins to wind down, both of you satiated with food, dessert, and drinks, he leans across the table and gently takes hold of your hand in both of his, his gaze fixed on your intertwined fingers. He breathes in softly, then locks eyes with you.

"You're truly amazing, you know," he says with a soft smile, his gaze locked on you. "You've forged your own path in alchemy, been a tremendous support to Winry, and your forgiveness towards my brother and me is something I strongly admire." Pausing, he tilts his head, a chuckle escaping him. "I've realized, (Name), that what I feel for you goes beyond mere liking. I'd go as far as to say it's love, if you're comfortable with that. I didn't fully grasp the depth of my emotions until those long years without you. Now that you're back in my life, I can't imagine a future without you by my side."

"This isn't a proposal, is it?" you question in a panicky tone, a wave of worry rushing over you. It feels too soon, like steps might be missing. You do love him deeply, but the idea of marriage...

"No, no, that's too soon. We're not there yet," he explains, then adds, "What I mean is, I'd like for you to go out with me."

You freeze, somewhat anticipating these words after he dismissed the proposal idea, but hearing them is a different experience altogether. He wants to be your boyfriend? You as his girlfriend? You? Are you sure he's sure?

"Are you sure?" you murmur, eyebrows furrowed in worry. "I'm not good with relationships, as you know. I've never been in one, and..."

Al interlocks his fingers with yours, his gaze unwavering. "There isn't anyone else I'd want more."

Your affirmative response placed you in an intriguing situation, but you wouldn't change any of it or him for anything in the world.

If you thought the romantic gestures were going to be less, you were mistaken. If anything, he amplifies them because now he's completely confident in the relationship. The fact that it's as new to him as it is to you doesn't change how much he will make known that he treasures you.

He still buys you flowers, picking up fresh ones every time, sometimes in bundles or as singles—it doesn't matter, he always has them ready for you. And when he's away, he arranges for a little errand boy to deliver them on his behalf (which is easy because Al is so likable and someone to look up to, especially with the ladies, as the kid claims. He would do it for nothing if Al let him). It's his way of letting you know that he's thinking of you.

The first night he's back in town is always reserved for date night. It doesn't matter what the activity is, as long as it's with you. Even if you're simply lounging on the sofa reading a book, he's content. He particularly enjoys it when you read it out loud during those moments.

Another thing that's become a routine is cuddling. He can finally touch you and feel the warmth he remembers you providing. Don't shy away from him during those moments; he'll only hug you closer. He's not as gentle as he once was, now that he doesn't have to be so cautious since he's no longer made of metal. He was touch-starved, so you were bound to experience a bit of manhandling. Just accept his affection, Reader.

Sometimes it's more peaceful, like when you take naps at your spot during a picnic, and you wake up to find him gazing at you. If you try to look away, he gently tilts your chin to make you meet his eyes again. It's an intimate moment, and he cherishes it. He might seem a bit more assertive, but it's never in a way you find off-putting.

Another bold thing about him is his public displays of affection (PDA). He always wants to hold your hand, needing to know you're close for his own sanity. And if the opportunity arises, he's stealing kisses when no one's looking. Others might tease him all they want, but they haven't spent half their life as a suit of armor. If he hadn't been, he probably would've had a girlfriend by now, and most likely, it would have been you.

He makes an effort to sing your favorite songs, even though he's really not good at it. He's often off-key, but you both still slow dance to his attempts when the radio unexpectedly cuts out in the middle of one. Caught lacking? Not when Al's got you.

Once a gentleman, always a gentleman. He offers his coat to you more times than you'd like, sometimes when it's not even necessary. But he just wants to make sure you're comfortable. Whenever you're dining out, he stands up when you leave the table or approach it, still pulls out your chair for you, and holds your hand while he eats.

Most of those heartwarming dining moments also contained a hint of quirkiness when the opportunity arose.

"If I were a potato, would you still love me?" you inquire, curiosity in your eyes as you finish a spoonful of roasted potatoes.

Al laughs, playfully squinting at you. "Sweetie, you could be anchovies, and I'd still love you."

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Relationship: Edward Elric x F!Reader Content Warnings: Post-Story Events, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Angst to Fluff, Aged-Up Edward Elric Summary: Years after the events that took place in Central, Ed still struggles with nightmares. Word Count: 1,300

A/N: I had taken this down from Tumblr and left it up on AO3. Since I've made my works only accessible to registered AO3 users in the past week, I thought I would repost it here as it started as a tumblr request.

Four years later and it still affects him as though it were yesterday. The mounting anxiety and anticipation in the week leading up to it, the concern he held for Al, the frustration he felt at seeing Hohenheim一at first, anyway一working alongside Scar and the chimeras. Some parts are a blur, like how they got into the underground tunnel or the way they had to fight those mannequins, but others? Others are ingrained so deeply in the folds of his brain that, when he closes his eyes, he can still see it, still feel it.

Like no time has passed.

But it has passed. It’s passed marvelously. Al is visiting Mei in Xing right now, whole and in the body he had been deprived of for so long. Winry and Granny are in Resembool, happy and healthy with increased business thanks to Winry’s time in Rush Valley. And now he has you.

Constant. Patient. Brilliant and luminous, just as your paintings.

Each time he finds himself reliving that day, you are here to remind him of the present. Each time he wakes from a nightmare, you’re right beside him, content to hold him to you or to nestle closer in his arms. You’re here.

But this dream is so vivid, so real, it muddles the line of distinction, making it difficult to discern dream from reality. He calls it a dream一a persistent, desperate hope more than anything一but he can’t quite tell.

His heart thunders in his chest, rewatching the familiar scene in horror一Mei sobbing over what remains of Al’s armored body, too destroyed for Ed to do anything; the rebar pierced through his left arm while his right is achingly malnourished, disgustingly weak; the acrid smell of smoke that fills the air, mixing with the dust raised from the destroyed buildings.

Everything is too familiar, but it makes it easier to go through the motions, to do what needs to be done, to end this fight. Because he does. He knows he does. He knows what it’s like to see Al in his body again. He knows that day is coming where you walk into his life and irrevocably alter it.

Except that, when the time comes to make the trade for Al, he can’t quite remember what he trades. He knows that this is a problem that he’s already solved, but the answer is sitting at the back of his throat, just out of reach.

In that moment of hesitation where his mind blanks, he hears the sardonic laugh that’s taunted him in nightmares for longer than he cares to admit and two things happen.

The first is that Al stands before him, completely healthy, unlike his appearance on that day. He wears a look of concern, confusion, eyes not meeting Ed’s, instead focused on something just behind him.

The second is the scream, terrified and in immense pain. He knows the voice, even if he’s never heard the sound.

He seems to freeze in place, unable to turn and look at you, unable to accept that you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be, that you’re hurt, that something is very, very wrong. It’s the way Al calls out your name, pushes past him to get to you that snaps him out of it, that makes him turn around.

The air surrounding you is purple as metaphysical hands pull at you, unraveling you, mirroring the scene from years ago. Your eyes find his as you reach out, pleading for him to help you, to make the pain stop, to save you.

It’s the breaking of his heart as your hand falls into his just before you’re gone, the aching of his soul at your absence. It’s the immeasurable pain that wakes him, that finally allows for his consciousness to win out, to pull him back to reality where you’re okay and here and 一

You’re not.

You’re not here.

The sheets cling to him, weighing him down as he jolts up, as he tries to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness in an attempt to find you. Outside of the warmth on your side of the bed一which isn’t comforting given how the summer heat is making everything so damn warm一there’s no indication that you were here.

His throat seems to close and it becomes impossible to breathe, to think. Just as in his dream一at least, he’s desperately hoping it was a dream一his heart is pounding, the sound of his blood pumping the only thing he can hear.

Maybe… maybe you stepped out? You like the heat just as much as he does, and, according to you, he’s a furnace when asleep. That’s a very real possibility. Or maybe you went to the restroom and are about to come back?

Whatever it is, wherever you’ve gone, he feels the nerves building up within him, the need to find you, to ensure that you’re safe and whole. He needs to be proactive, can’t afford to wait. He’s never been good at waiting, at sitting still, even less when the people he loves are at risk.

Potentially.

Assuming that you’re in danger. Which you’re not. You can’t be. There is no danger to be had, not anymore. Right?

Stumbling out of bed, he makes his way out of the room, scanning it once more before opening the door. The bathroom door is open, revealing a dark, empty room devoid of you. He releases a shaky breath and turns to check outside before he hears a faint click! and is faced with his diffused shadow, illuminated by the kitchen light that’s now on just down the hall.

“Ed? What are you doing up?”

Swiveling, he finds you illuminated by that same light, almost creating a glowing halo around your being. You’re leaning against the entryway to the kitchen, tired eyes taking in his appearance. Before he can truly process it, he’s stepping forward, wrapping his left arm around your waist as his right hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you to him, letting him crush you against him.

A puff of air escapes you, surprised by his reaction, but you’re quick to wrap your arms around his middle, quick to offer some kind of relief. His hold on you tightens and you seem to understand his unspoken need for reassurance, for the harsh reminder that you’re here. Mimicking the strength with which he holds you, you press him to you, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Wanna talk about it?” you mumble into his skin.

“No—not right now.”

A small nod is all he gets in response and you’re in no hurry to be let go. You wait, as you always do, allowing him to calm down as you hum a nonsensical little melody for him. When his grip starts to loosen, you explain.

“I woke up because it’s hot. I thought you might want a glass of water when you wake, so I came to the kitchen to get it. ‘M sorry, love.”

“Don’t be. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that you di— disappeared in my dream. I panicked,” he replies, unable to even admit that in his dream, you died. It doesn’t matter now, anyway. Not really.

“Oh. Well, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” It’s a promise, one he’s heard many times before. “The truth is that you’re stuck with me, Ed.” You press a kiss to his cheek, releasing him to grab the aforementioned glass of water. Offering it, he drinks the water, remembering the conversation you once had about how water helps with panic attacks.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” It’s his truth, the one that harmonizes with yours.

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thelaughtercafe · 2 months

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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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heyiwrotesomethings · 11 months

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Requests are open?! Heck yes! I saw you write for fullmetal alchemist and wondered if you could do a one-shot Riza Hawkeye x Reader (they/them) with the both of them being deployed to the Ishval Civil War. At some point during the battle, she loses them from her sight and never sees them again, even after the battle ends. A few years later, they meet again when they are pursuing Scar but stumble upon her. Hope you'll have fun writing this! Love your writing ❤️ take care

When the Dust Settled

Riza Hawkeye x They/Them Reader

A/N: So happy to be doing an FMA request. I do realize now that I’m reading through the request again, I misread who was looking for Scar and who was getting stumbled upon and I think that changed the whole plot of the fic. Hope you still enjoy it! Word Count: 3,458

“Hawkeye… Hawkeye, hey.”

Riza didn’t blink, but she did come to from her hyper-focused fog.

“Yeah?”

“I got your lunch. Put the rifle down and sit up, relax for a few minutes. You’ve been on watch for hours.”

Riza slowly clicked the safety on and lowered her rifle. With a bit of a wince, she sat up, making sure her body was covered by the raised wall of the building they were occupying. She hadn’t realized how stiff she was until just then. She finally looked up at the soldier sitting cross-legged in front of her and managed a tired smile. (Y/n) gave her one of their own and wiggled the two brown paper sacks in their hands before passing one off to her.

They had often eaten their meals together since this godless war began. It was one of the only moments from day to day life that almost made them feel like they were normal people. Well, as long as they ignored the blaring heat of Ishval, the ever present smell of blood, and occasional gun fire in the distance. The ever-present grit of sand.

“What are you gonna do after the war, Riza?” (Y/n) asked after they had gotten through about half of their rationed meal.

“I don’t know,” Riza answered after taking a few sips of warm water, “It’s hard to imagine this war will ever end. How about you? You must have a plan.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” They grinned and Riza rolled her eyes.

“Let’s hear it then.” She smiled, resting her chin against her fist.

“I haven’t worked all the finer details out yet, but I’m gonna help people. I’m gonna take my pay at the end of this and make something that can help struggling people for years to come. Maybe a public garden or a library with a bunch of programs and resources, a school or something like that,” their smile dimmed, “Something that creates instead of destroys.”

Riza straightened out her leg to tap her boot against their’s, “Well, I think that’s a really nice idea. I’m sure you’ll go far.”

“Thanks,” they gave Riza an appreciative look, “and if you don’t ever figure out where you wanna be after this. I could always use your sharp eyes and a helping hand.”

Riza felt her heart swell, “That sounds—“

BOOM!

The building shook and quickly began to crumble below them before another deafening explosion went off. The roof began to collapse in on itself as the concrete crumbled away into the smoke and flames.

“Shit! What’s going on?!” (Y/n) pitched forward and linked an arm over the lip of the wall, holding up Riza with the other as she scrambled to do the same.

They watched in horror as the middle of the roof caved and rubble slid and crunched as the foundation failed. Their legs were suddenly dangling in open air as the building continued to collapse.

Riza’s grip began to slip. Looking down at the billowing smoke and flame, she wondered if this would be her end, but (Y/n) caught her by the wrist before she could fall into the crevice, she looked up to (Y/n)’s strained face and the pale blue sky with billowing smoke like clouds.

“Don’t let go!” (Y/n) yelled over the screams, explosions and gun fire. “Hold on, I’ll swing you up!”

“(Y/n), you can’t.” Riza’s voice was strained, “You’re slipping.”

“Come on,” they put on a smile that looked more like a grimace, “don’t give up on me!”

Riza flung her other arm up to grasp (Y/n)’s and they braced themself, grunting with the exertion of working up a swinging motion. With one last mighty heave, Riza was flung up and over the sinking wall, more like a crumbling concrete floor at this point.

“Quick, grab my hand!” Riza reached out to take (Y/n)’s hand again and bring them up over the top of the wall as well, but just as their fingers brushed, the edge of the wall (Y/n) had been clinging to broke away and (Y/n) slipped through Riza’s fingers.

Riza’s scream was lost over chaos and she watched helplessly as (Y/n) tumbled into the giant fissure that had split the building. They had fallen out of sight in an instant.

Riza felt the building buckle again, trying not to think about the floors below being crushed with more and more weight… a particularly bad jolt occurred, forcing the caved roof to fall several more floors. Riza smacked her head hard against the concrete, falling unconscious as the smoke and sand billowed around her.

***

When Riza opened her eyes, she found herself in a medical tent. The groans and whimpers the soldiers could be heard all around her.

“Hawkeye, are you lucid?”

Her eyes flickered to the side, finding Roy Mustang mirroring the war-hardened eyes she possessed right back at her.

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Good. You got a nasty head wound, some cuts and bruises, but the doctor says you’ll be okay. You were lucky you were on the roof.”

“The roof… (Y/n),” Riza attempted to sit up, but Roy kept her down, “(Y/n) fell, are they alright? Please, you have to tell me!”

Roy gave Riza a sorrowful look, “Haven’t found them yet. They’re still pulling soldiers from the wreckage, but the way the building collapsed, there’s no way to scour the whole site without jeopardizing more lives. I’m sorry, but it’s not looking good either way.”

“I can’t believe the Ishvalans would go this far…”

Roy sighed mournfully, “It wasn’t them.”

“What...?”

“It was friendly fire. Apparently the news that the building had been seized hadn’t reached the platoon responsible. It’s all a mess.”

Riza closed her eyes for a brief moment, willing her heart not to break, “I understand.”

“I’m sorry, Hawkeye,” Roy stood from his seat when he saw Hughes wave him over from the front of the tent, “I really am.”

“Me too.” Riza murmured as he walked away. She closed her eyes again, willing the burning sensation to go away.

In the end, (Y/n)’s body had been declared unrecoverable, and a few months later, the war had ended. Riza stood in front of the wreckage as soldiers were loaded into those heavy tactical vehicles back to Central, taking one last look at the final resting place they would forever be entombed within. It just wasn’t fair.

“They don’t belong here.” Riza had whispered.

“I don’t think any of us did.” Roy responded. “The last vehicle is loading.”

Riza nodded, but before she joined Roy and the convoy, she crouched in front of the rubble and placed the desert blossom she had found atop the hot stone. She then got up and left, not once looking back because it would simply be much too painful.

***

Four Years Later

“Ow!” (Y/n) exclaimed, “It wouldn’t kill you to be little more gentle, or at least give a warning!”

“Quit crying, in case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t exactly a cushy Central City hospital.” The doctor grunted, snapping the last connector in place. “Your own fault for picking fights.”

“Hey, those guys started it. Like I was gonna just stand there and let them harass Rick like that.”

“Still gotta be careful though, I’m no mechanic and I’m barely a doctor. That arm’ll be scrap before long if I have to be the one to keep trying to fix it.”

(Y/n) flexed their metal fingers experimentally and they seemed to respond well enough. “Hey, for now it’s perfect. Thanks old man.” They hopped off of the table and jogged to the open flap of the canvas tent.

“Where are you off to now? You should take it easy for a couple minutes at least, let your arm settle.”

“Nah, I have to help with the garden. The raccoons have been trying to tear everything up so we’re building a fence. Can’t let all that planting go to waste!” (Y/n) called over their shoulder before completely exiting the tent.

As fate would have it, (Y/n) had survived the building collapse during the Ishvalan War by the skin of their teeth. They had been crushed below the rubble for a number of days, fading in and out of consciousness. Their blips between sleeping and waking became longer and longer and they found themself wondering when they would awaken for the last time, but the next time they had opened their eyes, they found themself on a cot covered in dingy bandages and one less arm to their name, a name they had a hard time remembering at the moment.

Amnesia, the Ishvalan who had cut them free explained. Even to this day they had a difficult time remembering their past. All they knew for certain from their bloody and torn clothes was their name and that they had been an Amestrian soldier.

As they were slowly fed information about what had been going on around them, they could not understand why those good people had bothered to save them at all. Apparently they had snuck some food to some Ishvalan children on a few occasions and that had played a major role in the rescue efforts.

It had been suggested they find and rejoin their platoon to try to regain more of their memories, but they refused. How they had ever ended up fighting in this awful war, they couldn’t comprehend. They decided they were better off not knowing who they had been before the collapse and after they had healed enough to begin walking on their own, they did everything they could to give back to the Ishvalans who had saved their life.

Now four years after the Civil War, they found themself building up the slums of East City, trying to make life easier for all the refugees that lived there.

They had only just begun pounding stakes into the ground when the whispers began. Apparently the military was sniffing around. They were looking for the scarred Ishvalan that had been in their care days ago. He was long gone now, they wouldn’t find anything and would move on before long. They would all just needed to play nice until then.

“Excuse me.” An oddly familiar voice called.

“Yeah?” (Y/n) didn’t turn around, opting to finish staking the post instead of facing the soldier behind them.

“We are searching for an Ishvalan man of a tall, muscular build with a large, ‘x’ shaped scar across his face. He also has a tattoo that runs around his right arm. Have you seen anyone that fits that description?”

“Hmm, nope. Doesn’t ring a bell, sorry.”

“He’s a very dangerous man. A murderer. You aren’t doing anyone any favors if you are hiding him.”

(Y/n) frowned, but did not waiver, instead they grabbed another post only for it to slip through their fingers when their prosthetic didn’t grip it properly.

“Here, I’ll get that for you.” They heard the soldier say.

She moved to crouch before them and when she reached for the post, she froze, a quiet gasp leaving her lips.

“…(Y/n)?”

They finally met the soldier’s eye. Something about her was very familiar, but their brain couldn’t quite grasp it, but it was clear to them that this blonde, brown-eyed soldier definitely knew them.

“You’re… it’s you, your alive… how?”

Riza didn’t think she should believe it at first, but she would know that face anywhere, it had haunted her nightmares and and pleasant dreams alike.

“Where have you been? Why didn’t you come back?” She asked, getting more heated with each question, taking (Y/n) aback when they saw the raw emotion she displayed.

Riza reached out and grabbed the collar of their shirt, “Say something!”

“I don’t know you!” (Y/n) blurted, then back peddled, “I mean, you seem familiar, but I don’t remember you. I don’t remember a lot from before the collapse. Sorry.”

Riza started openly at (Y/n), her mouth slightly agape. Her eyes snapped down to the bare-bones automail arm that encased her quivering fist.

“Can you let go, please?”

It took all of Riza’s will power to do just that.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice trembled.

“Hey, uh, it’s okay.” (Y/n) felt compelled to comfort the woman, “This is kinda a lot to take in I’m sure.”

Riza nodded mutely, unable to take her eyes off of them in fear that they would disappear after a single blink. (Y/n) felt rather drawn to her as well, trying to understand just where she had fit into their life besides being comrades on the wrong side of the war.

“Lieutenant, find anything?”

Both (Y/n) and Riza startled slightly from the addition of a new voice. Riza reluctantly turned and (Y/n) peered around her shoulder to size-up the soldier walking towards them. He sparked something in their brain too.

“Colonel,” Riza had begun to speak,

“Well I’ll be damned.” Roy breathed, “Second Lieutenant (L/n), you have some explaining to do.”

(Y/n) did not appreciate his tone, “Hey, I just told your friend here that I don’t know you people, nor do I owe you anything. My memory may be foggy but I clearly remember the people who saved me, and none of them were either of you.”

Roy bristled and stepped forward, but Riza blocked him off, giving him a warning glare. She could tell the locals around them were getting antsy watching this prolonged interaction.

“If I had even the smallest inkling that you were alive, I would have worked my hands to the bone to remove every slab piece by piece by myself if I had to.” She murmured, the sentiment tugged at (Y/n)’s heart. They must have been very close back then.

“So,” she cleared her throat, “you haven’t seen who we’re looking for, alright then. We will be on our way then. However, may I ask you one last thing?”

(Y/n) gave a brief nod, curious, “Shoot.”

Riza paused briefly when (Y/n) answered her in such a familiar way. Once upon a time a reference to her sharp shooting skills. They probably hadn’t said it on purpose, but it gave Riza hope that perhaps one day they would remember her and all they had been through together.

“Can I talk to you again sometime? I’d like to know more about what happened, what you’ve been up to. Would that be okay?”

(Y/n) knew they didn’t owe the woman anything, but again, their mind was grasping at something they couldn’t quite reach and they felt like this woman held the key. “…I suppose. Maybe leave the uniform at home though, the military presence kind of stresses everyone out.”

“Of course.”

“Well then, I guess we’re done here.” Roy grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Come on, Lieutenant. We still have work to do.”

“Right.” Riza was mildly annoyed with the Colonel, but he was right. She had to be professional, Scar was still out there. “I’ll come by in a few days, (Y/n).”

“I’ll be here, Hawkeye.”

“Riza, call me Riza.”

“Riza,” (Y/n) nodded to themself, “Okay Riza, see you later.”

Riza’s lips twitched into a small smile and then she followed Roy back to the car. When they got in, Roy sighed.

“Just be careful, Lieutenant. If the wrong people from the military figure out they survived and never returned to duty, they could be imprisoned for desertion. Not to mention they aren’t the same person you once knew. Don’t let nostalgia overpower your logic.”

“Are you lecturing me, Colonel?” Riza glared.

“Not at all.” Roy smirked. “Just some friendly advice.”

“With all due respect, sir. You can keep your advice to yourself unless asked.”

Roy shrugged and the car drove off.

***

“Easy, Hayate…” Riza cautioned the dog as he excitedly pulled against his leash to survey the area.

Riza felt strangely nervous coming back to visit (Y/n). Without her uniform to hide within, she had changed the outfit she was going to wear out at least three times. She usually didn’t care about such things, but this felt different. Even now she was wondering if she should have worn her hair up as usual instead of down. Why was she second guessing everything?

She noticed a pair of Ishvalan children peering over at Black Hayate with big, excited eyes and smiled.

“He’s friendly if you want to come pet him.”

The children shyly approached, giggling when Hayate licked their fingers. As they visited, Riza took the chance to look around. The East City Slums were an infamous eyesore if you asked the city officials, but honestly Riza had seen worse. The Ishvalan refugees were building from the ground up. Worse than that, building up from the devastation of war.

“Riza, hello.”

Riza turned, finding (Y/n) walking towards her. She found herself wondering how many visits it would take before the surprise would wear off.

“(Y/n), hello, thank you for seeing me.”

“No trouble. Rick, Rio, go help your grandpa for me, will you? He’s trying to rearrange the library again.”

“Ugh, okay…”

“Bye, Hayate!”

The boys ran off, leaving Riza and (Y/n) alone. Riza swallowed under the scrutiny of (Y/n)’s eyes.

“Is something wrong?”

“Hm? No, I don’t think so.” (Y/n) shook themself out of it, rubbing the back of their neck. “I just thought you had shorter hair for some reason.”

“I used to,” Riza lit up a bit, perhaps (Y/n) was starting to remember, “I wore it short when we knew each other. I met a girl a couple years ago with long hair and I thought it looked nice so I decided to try growing mine out.”

“Ah, well it does look really nice.” (Y/n) searched for anything more to add or talk about, but came up short. Such was the trouble with memory loss. Their well of stories wasn’t very deep. “Um, cute dog you have there.”

“Thank you.”

…

Yeah, this was awkward. But Riza managed to save it after a minute of weirdly loud silence.

“So you said you have a library here?”

“Surprising, huh?”

“I didn’t mean—“

“Nah, it’s fine. I get it. It’s definitely not anything amazing, but it’s a start. We’ve been working on building this place up. Of course, when you don’t have the funds, the projects go slow, but I think it makes these little victories all the more sweeter.”

Riza chuckled, earning an inquisitive look that was possibly bordering on being insulted.

“No, no, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just… at your core, you’re the same person after all. During the war, you often talked about how you were going to help people once it was over.”

“Huh.” (Y/n) acknowledged, because they really didn’t know what to say. It was kind of comforting, they supposed. At least they hadn’t been the complete monster they had feared they might have been. But still… why fight that war at all?

“Even your reasoning for joining the military was honorable. You always sent most of what you earned back home to your family.”

“…And what happened to them after everyone thought I was dead?” They asked softly, almost a whisper.

“They received compensation after it was determined you had been killed in action. I still check in on them every year, but they are doing well. They still feel your absence acutely, but they take it one day at a time.”

“I’m kind of awful, huh? I always wondered if I had a family, but I didn’t look very hard.”

“No, not at all. You went through a very traumatic event. You shouldn’t feel so bad. Besides… when you feel comfortable, if you’re up for it, I would be happy to take you to them. They would probably be better at helping you regain your memories than I would anyway.”

“Hey, I wouldn’t even know this much without you. Don’t sell yourself short.”

Riza managed a small smile. (Y/n) had always shut down any negative words she might have said in the past.

“Come on, the city has a nice park not too far from here. I’m sure your puppy will enjoy it. I’ll get you lunch too.“

“That sounds really nice, but I’ll be the one getting you lunch today and that’s final.”

“Okay, jeez,” (Y/n) chuckled, putting their hands out defensively, “I won’t fight you on it, put out that fire in your eyes… why is it so important to you?”

Riza’s smile broadened just a bit more, remembering those small moments of peace with brown paper bags and cloudless blue skies. She hoped (Y/n) would remember those moments too one day. Somehow, someway, everything would work out in the end. It was a rare moment of optimism for Riza, a feeling without any hard evidence to back it up, but she embraced the feeling.

“I’m returning a favor long overdue.”

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violetarks · 2 years

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anything fluff about roy mustang beacause i read your wearing his clothes AND IT WAS SOOO GOODD

pretty

anime: fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

character: roy mustang

summary: maybe he shouldn't have let y/n go drinking with havoc.

warnings: g/n! reader, second person pov, drunk y/n, SHORTER THAN I WOULD'VE WANTED???

"Baby, watch your step."

"I know where I'm going, Roy." The heel of your shoe misses the porch stairs. "I know where I'm going."

Roy rolls his eyes, turning to you and fixing the scarf — his scarf — around your neck. You sniff at the cold wind of the night, digging your chin into the material surrounding you. He clasps your hand in his again and fishes out his keys. The last thing he needed was you hungover and sick tomorrow morning. He knows he'd get an earful if that were the case, just you going on about how much pain you were in.

Now that he thinks about it, Roy regrets letting you go with Havoc out to a bar, since the man wanted help getting some numbers and Y/N was his little helper. The two were madly drunk by the time Roy was called, slurring your words and laughing at the slightest things Havoc mumbled to you. The both of you sounded like hyenas.

When picked up from the street of the bar, he notices the two of you. Your jacket is lazily thrown on, half hanging off your shoulder with messy hair. Jean's suit pants have alcohol stains. To go along with that, a few red lipstick marks on his face. At the sight of you two's best friend, you both cheer and chant for your saviour, out in the middle of the street at the late of night. Roy had never been so ashamed to be a designated driver.

You waltz through the doorway, sluggishly leaning against Roy with your arms wrapped around his waist. He drags you in first and turns on the lights before going in himself. The radio was still on in the kitchen, as he was in the middle of making himself a snack when he got a call from the bar's phoneline. It's quiet, but enough for you and Roy to set yourselves into the familiar setting.

"You're so pretty, Mustang..." You huff out, voice muffled as you dig your head into his shoulder. The recognisable scent of his cologne allows you to relax even easier. Roy closes and locks the door, resting a hand on your back. You can feel his fingers tap against your jacket. "Missed you a lot today."

"I dropped you off at the bar, stupid." He mumbles, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. In return, you look back at him and move closer, connecting your lips with his for a short moment. When it passes, you resume your spot against him. "I missed you too. Did you eat?"

You nod your head against his shoulder. He feels thankful that Jean made sure to grab a bite while you both were out.

"What did you eat, sweetheart?" He hums out, bringing them both to the kitchen with the light on. Pulling out a chair, he sets you down with a glass of water at the table. He finishes his snack from before, offering some as he sits across from you.

It's quite obvious that you were still in the mood to have conversation with whoever would listen. Luckily, Roy loved hearing your voice, so it didn't pose any kind of problem to him.

You retort, tapping your fingers against the wood of the table, "Mm... Jean got mango cubes after some girl bribed him with them to leave her alone..." A laugh leaves from you, which makes Roy smile. "'N we ate with Hawkeye when she told us she was finished running tasks. Oh, and I had pasta. I love Hawkeye, she's so nice to me."

"That's good, now I won't have you whining about being hungry when we go to bed." Roy claims, putting his dishes away and running fingers through his dark hair. He thanks Hawkeye for looking after everyone in the unit and not just the Colonel himself. He wouldn't trust anyone else to look after Y/N in times like this.

Looking over to you, your holding your chin in your palm, head swaying a few ways before nearly falling onto the table. You shake awake again, sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

"How about we go to sleep now?" He offers, knowing how quickly you would burn out at around this time.

You stand, spreading out your hands to engulf your boyfriend in a hug. Warmth, that is what you are looking for. And Roy is right there to provide it for you.

"You should've come along with us tonight." You tell him, smiling as Roy wraps his arms around your neck and hold you just as tight, "Jean got two drinks poured over him, by different girls. And it was so funny seeing him ask all these women for their number."

Roy chuckles, pushing the hair covering your face away, "It sounds like you had a fun time helping Havoc get a lady."

"He didn't get shit." Is your reply, all mumbled and nearly incomprehensible, "Poor man, huh? Maybe you're the problem."

He raises a brow at you once again, titling his head. "Oh, me? I'm what's wrong?" He laughs, pulling you towards the bedroom. You follow him easily, not showing any signs of retaliation, "What did I ever do?"

You allow him to take off your overcoat and put it on the hanger, back in the closet. A sigh leaves your lips once he places your sleeping attire beside you. "Because you steal every single person Jean has his eyes on. And you're too pretty." You explain to him lazily, having him pull your shirt off and replace it quickly.

He does the same with your pants, allowing you to lay back on the bed and close your eyes, tired. "So I'm too pretty now?" He hums, amused by your statement. You nod your head. "Does that upset you, my dear?"

"Yes." You grumble out, watching him put away your used clothes and begin to change himself, "People stare too much."

Once finished, Roy climbs into bed with you, pulling the blankets over your colder form. He turns off the lamp on your bedside table, and leans to press a kiss to your forehead. "They don't matter, especially not when I'm too busy staring at you." He hums, feeling your eyelashes tickle his cheek.

"That's creepy, Roy." You tell him, arms going around his waist as you snuggle up against him. A laugh makes his chest rumble. You lean in more into your boyfriend.

"All I'm doing is appreciating your beauty, my love." He retorts, brushing a finger along your cheek as he hugs you back, "Now, get a good sleep. I'll make you breakfast in the morning."

"I love you, Roy." You mutter, looking back at him with a small smile.

His cheeks warm and he leans to satisfy you with a kiss on the lips, sweeter and somehow even more lovely than the one before. "I love you too, Y/N."

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ransprang · 11 months

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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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zaimta · 1 year

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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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fairy-writes · 2 months

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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.

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