#✮⋆˙ 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 — 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞

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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."

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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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