#FMASecretSanta2019

[pinceauarcenciel]

🐱🎉 Happy Meow Year 2020 🎉🎇

Hello @mintystea! I’m your Secret Santa for the @fmasecretsanta2019~ 🎁

You asked for Ed & Al, and fluff, so I drew the boys relaxing with some cute kitties (well, mostly Al actually)! It was really fun to draw!

I couldn’t be on time for Christmas, but it was the chance for more cat-related puns title~ Hope you’ll like it! ���

_________________ Fullmetal Alchemist / Hagane no Renkinjutsushi © Arakawa Hiromu / Square Enix

[jonoosa]

Hey @chai-and-coffee !! I’m your secret Santa! Sorry for being a little late, I had some issues and I wanted to let you know that I didn’t forget but you didn’t have the anon feature activated, but here it is! I hope it was worth the wait haha I hope you had an amazing Christmas and a Happy new Year 💖💖

[blackpilotpen]

Hi! @rebbi-sonnenhell I am your @fmasecretsanta2019. Happy holiday! Hope you like the gift.

Let's just pretend that holding arm is the same as holding hand ❄❄

[areyousanta]

Happy Holidays @regardingroyai !! I am your Secret Santa for @fmasecretsanta2019 I hope you like this and have a great Holiday!

*Tumblr wasn’t letting me post the full res version of the gif so I had to take away the quality to be able to post it. I can def email you the full res version if you’d like!*

[fmaitabag]

hello @puste--blume!! i’m your FMA secret santa! here’s a winter/holiday themed royai for you, i hope you like it! happy holidays 🤗 @fmasecretsanta2019

art blog / deviantart

[flourchildwrites]

Heart, Mind, Soul & Hand

Alphonse considered himself a lucky man to meet Mei for a second time on equal footing. And, if he was being honest with himself, he knew it would be an honor to remain by her side for as long as she would allow. But first, as always in Xingese culture, the formalities had to be observed — intricate, perplexing and time-honored formalities that found the younger Elric brother in woeful need of advice. What does one get for the alkahestress who has everything?

By @waddiwasiwitch, @ruikosakuragi and @flourchildwrites

Written for @fmasecretsanta2019 for @linksphilosopherssock

Fandom:  Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types  

Relationship/Pairing:  Mei Chang/Alphonse Elric, Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang, Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Alphonse Elric & Edward Elric

Genre:  Romance, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Marriage,

Rating:  General Audiences

Word Count:  2,674 words

Read on AO3

Alphonse Elric understood many things.  He could wax poetic about the difference between alchemy and alkahestry, expertly parsing the differences between tectonic energy and the revered dragon’s pulse.  He could ruminate, at length (in either his native Amestrian or Xingese), about the ethics of human transmutation with a fire in his eyes that dissuaded the most curious upstarts.  And after many years of instruction, Mei Chang had even managed to teach him how to brew a decent cup of tea.

It was impossible to say when Alphonse had fallen for the Chang clan’s most respected alkahestry practitioner, but if he had to guess, he’d wager that it happened during their quiet hours of study in Emperor Ling’s palace archive.  Often, Al suspected that a force other than fate had so often placed them on the same committee or seated them side-by-side at the lengthiest banquets.  And whether this force’s name started with Li- or La- or Ed- or Win- didn’t seem to matter when all was said and done.

Alphonse considered himself a lucky man to meet Mei for a second time on equal footing.  He felt privileged to be able to make her smile and giggle at his (still) awful pronunciation of Xingese words.  And, if he was being honest with himself, he knew it would be an honor to remain by her side for as long as she would allow, pondering the precise tone of her chi, admiring the intricate plats of her trademark braids or debating about what to have for dinner.

But first, as always in Xingese culture, the formalities had to be observed — intricate, perplexing and time-honored formalities that found the younger Elric brother in woeful need of advice.

Alphonse knocked on the office door and heard a familiar “Come in.” A warmth filled his chest at the sound of Captain Hawkeye’s voice. He stepped inside, and Hawkeye stood up, her eyes wide.

��Alphonse!” She smiled, her eyes crinkled around the edges. “It’s so good to see you. What a nice surprise. The team will be disappointed to have missed you.”

He smiled back. “I was actually hoping to talk to you and General Mustang.” He glanced at the door to the inner office. “Is he in?”

She inclined her head. “He is, but he is on the phone to the Fuhrer at the moment. If you wouldn’t mind waiting a while-”

The door to the inner office opened suddenly and revealed a purple-faced Mustang with clenched fists. “That sneaky-” He cut himself off when he saw Alphonse standing there, and his anger evaporated. “Alphonse!”

Still, he couldn’t help but notice that Mustang’s eyes searched the room. Alphonse suspected he was expecting to see his brother standing there. After all, they had been inseparable back when Ed was a state alchemist.

“Congratulations are in order if the rumours I hear of upcoming nuptials are true.” Mustang wrung his hand.

Alphonse smiled, pride bursting in his chest. “They are.”

“Well, well, you have aimed high.” Mustang winked. “Well done, snagging yourself a Xingese princess.”

“Sir,” Hawkeye scolded. She turned to Alphonse and embraced him. “Congratulations, Alphonse, we’re delighted for both of you.”

“Didn’t I just say the same thing?” Mustang muttered.

Hawkeye rolled her eyes as she pulled back.  

Alphonse dipped his head. “That’s part of why I came actually, I wanted to give you invitations in person. Xingese custom dictates we deliver the invitations in person if possible.”

Mustang and Hawkeye glanced at one another. As usual, the pair seemed to be having a completely nonverbal conversation before turning back to him.

“Of course, we’ll come.” Mustang beamed from ear to ear. “Before you say anything, Hawkeye, we’ll reschedule any necessary meetings. We can’t miss this. Especially after Alphonse came all this way.”

Alphonse reached into his pocket and took out two ornate envelopes. He handed them reverently to the officers.

“Xing?” Mustang ripped open the envelope while his subordinate opened hers carefully. “I’ve never been to Xing.”

“How is Mei?” Hawkeye asked. “Pass on our thanks.”

“She is well, but she had to stay behind. There is a lot to plan before the wedding.” Alphonse sighed. “Her family has some very specific plans for this wedding.”

A small frown appeared on Hawkeye’s face. “Is there something bothering you, Alphonse?”

“Well, can I just get an opinion from a woman’s perspective?”

“Of course,” she said.

“It’s just that I wanted to get Mei a ring, but she seems bemused by Amestrian customs.”

“It doesn’t have to be a ring.” She patted his arm. “But it should be something that means a lot to you both. One of the reasons why jewellery is traditionally given is because women didn’t always have control of their finances.”

Alphonse nodded. “I guess I can understand that. It just seems wrong somehow not to give her something as a symbol.”

“Have you explained this to her, Alphonse? I’m sure you two could come to some sort of compromise.” She smiled reassuringly. “Try not to worry. I’m sure you two will figure it out in no time.”

“I hope so.”  

“Would you like a cup of tea?” she asked.

He nodded. He was still unconvinced.

“I couldn’t help overhearing,” Mustang began as Hawkeye stepped out of the office. He was sitting on the edge of Hawkeye’s desk. “If a woman says she doesn’t want jewellery it means you haven’t given her the right one. You have to give her a ring to show your love and your commitment to her. What displays that better than a ring?”

Alphonse’s face fell. Confusion reigned.

Mustang slapped him on the back. “Don’t worry, I know of an amazing jeweller. He even makes bespoke rings if there is something there that you don’t like. By the end of this visit, I’m sure you’ll have the perfect ring.”

The young man had little time to reconcile the contradictory advice as Captain Hawkeye turned the corner, balancing a modest tray of milk, sugar and tea.  Alphonse took his cup, bowing his head in thanks and inwardly thinking that, perhaps, Hawkeye had not steeped the tea long enough.  Still, he sipped, grateful for the small comfort.

“Ring or no ring, what’s important is the bond you share,” Hawkeye said in summation.

Yet, Al couldn’t help but notice Mustang ostentatiously mouthing the word “ring” over his Captain’s shoulder with a confident nod.

...

There wasn’t time to visit the jeweller that General Mustang had mentioned.  In fact, there was barely time to catch the day’s last train to Resembool.  As Alphonse watched the scenery outside the window shift from industrial warehouses to rolling fields of farmland, he felt the hands of the clock rewind back to lazy days of traveling alongside the Fullmetal Alchemist.

As a disembodied soul, Alphonse’s existence had sidelined him from the simple pleasures life had to offer.  Nevertheless, the young man smiled as he grounded himself in the moment that and assured himself that, indeed, he could feel the weight of his suitcase leaning against his leg.  He knew that there was a warm bed waiting for him in the Elric family home.  He expected that the sweet scent of Winry’s apple pie would greet him as he approached the modest steps of the rebuilt estate.

And he was right on all accounts.

“Uncle Al!” Yuriy Elric exclaimed.

Ed and Winry’s oldest son must have grown half a foot since the last time his Uncle Al had visited, but no one would have known it from the way Alphonse scooped him up, hoisted him atop his shoulders without skipping a beat.  The blond boy kicked his feet and raised his arms high into the cool evening air.

“He’s here!  He’s here!  Do you see, Dad?  He’s here!”

The stocky build of Edward Elric carefully descended the steps with a small baby girl nested within the crook of his right arm.  It did Alphonse good to see his brother like this — paternal and settled with bags under his eyes but a sincere smile stretching the corners of his tanned face.  A tight feeling shot through Alphonse’s chest as he realized that their mother would have been especially proud of the father her oldest became.  Maybe, she would have been proud of him as well.

“Welcome back,” Ed greeted.  “Long time no see.”

“Brother,” Alphonse responded as the siblings exchanged a soft look.  “Happy to be back, for a little while at least.”

Ed helped Yuriy down and ushered him indoors.  “Run down to the workshop, and tell your mother Uncle Al has arrived.”

With little Sara still swaddled securely in one arm, Ed took Alphonse’s suitcase and bristled at the weight.  “Did you bring the Emperor’s whole library with you?”

Al chuckled.  “Just a little light reading for the trip, and about a dozen wedding invitations.  Mei sent some gifts for the kids too.  Don’t worry.  She’s holding off on the kunai until Yuriy turns 10 or 11.”

Ed grinned mischievously, jest concern dripping from his words.

“That doesn’t make me worry any less.”

With Ed’s response came the unwanted memory of an attempted human transmutation.  It had happened when the Elric brothers were 10 and 11 in this very house.  Nevertheless, those events felt foggy, like something from a past life.  Alphonse shrugged, good-natured smile intact,  as he ignored the tectonic remnants of such powerful alchemy seeping up from the basement that was now Winry’s workshop.  The weary traveler took infant Sara in his arms and admired his niece for the first time since her birth.

“I can’t imagine why,” he said.

...

Ed cooked beef stew for dinner though Winry’s apple pie was easily the best thing passed around the table.  It was second only to the small bottle of sake Alphonse presented as a present to his sister-in-law alongside his wedding invitation.  And as the stars burned brighter in the night sky, the conversation also flowed.  Alphonse confessed his dilemma to Winry and Ed, tacking on the contradictory advice of the General and his Captain.

“I think, perhaps, Mei would appreciate a family heirloom over a ring that would normally cost hundreds and thousands of cenz,” Winry suggested. “I could give you one of grandmother’s rings that she received from grandfather. I think Mei will love it.”

But Alphonse shook his head, determined that the answer to his dilemma was not the treasured ring that he knew sat in Winry’s jewellery box. “No. I can’t take something as precious as that. Pinako gave them to you.”

“I don’t mind parting with one.”

“Winry, thank you, but I really can’t. It won’t feel right,” he insisted with a reassuring smile.

“Then what are you going to do?”

Before Alphonse could voice his thoughts, Ed sprang from his seat and raised his index finger knowingly towards the sky. And had it not been for the baby he had rocked to sleep only minutes ago, Al could have sworn that the sweet effects of the sake had taken control of his brother, turning his cheeks a little too red and making his laughter much too loud for the sleeping baby.

With a wary glance at little Sara’s room, Winry attempted to shush her husband. But Ed followed with a hard clap on his back that threatened to regurgitate the spoonful of apple pie that Alphonse had only swallowed.

“You know we’ve still got your old suit of armor in a crate out back,” Ed exclaimed with much enthusiasm before a sneer crept along his potty mouth. “Bet I could dig out that metallic jockstrap looking thing since Mei’s clearly got you whipped.”

“Ed!” Winry warned with a hiss sharper than usual.

Distraught by more pressing matters, Alphonse simply offered a halfhearted chuckle as he rose to his feet, sliding his chair backward and stacking the empty dishes on the table into a short tower of plates. “I can help you clean up, Winry. And then I think I’ll turn in for the night.”

...

It was surreal to be in a bedroom that looked like the one he grew up in and sat in the same position but was, in fact, different down to its bones.  Alphonse would never tell Edward that his recreation of their family dwelling was anything less than a perfect replication. But, had he been critical, it was worth noting that the ceiling felt too low and the window was situated a few inches to the right of the original.  Or maybe Al was simply shorter now.

He smirked at the novelty of that concept.

Alphonse adjusted his sheets in an attempt to get comfortable.  He turned onto his side, propped a book against his pillow and rubbed at his tired eyes.  Still, sleep remained as elusive as the perfect gift for Mei.

He agreed with Captain Hawkeye — it did not have to be a ring.  But, as General Mustang had opined, there was no better analogy for unity than a circle, the many curves life could take molded by choice into a single line with neither beginning nor end.  And while Granny’s rings were precious, they were more meaningful to Winry.

As for Edward’s advice, well, he could be an ass.  A punch drunk, sleep-deprived ass who (for reasons unknown, perhaps guilt) never missed an opportunity to remind Alphonse that he had spent years cutting an imposing figure within a hollow suit of armor.  A suit of armor that neither man could bring themselves to part with.  A suit of armor that was sitting in the shed out back and…

Lightning struck in the form of a clever idea.  Alphonse sat straight up and pushed the covers aside.  He crossed his room in three determined strides and rummaged in the suitcase propped open on the desk.  Down the stairs, Alphonse moved with a rudimentary alchemy book and several pieces of chalk in hand.  With his feet crammed into Edward’s galoshes, he entered the small storage shed out back and re-emerged the next morning with a piece of handiwork that brought tears to Winry’s eyes.

...

Alphonse stepped into the library, his eyes landed on his soon to be wife who was writing what appeared to be a letter. Mei’s face lit up and his heart skipped a beat.

He was home at last.

Before he could utter a word, he had an armful of his Xingese princess. His arms pulled her close and he breathed her in.  

“I missed you,” he whispered.

“Not as much as I missed you.”

Her fervent reply made him chuckle and he kissed her temple.

“How is the preparation going?”

Mei’s eyes flashed. “I feel like I am going to kill someone one of these days.”

He arched an eyebrow. “I don’t think The Emperor would be very happy about that.”

“It’s him I want to kill,” she muttered. Before Al could say another word. “Well, tell me did you bring me any presents from your travels?”

His girl could read his mind. He was sure of it. Feeling the inside of his coat, he pulled out a small box.

“I made this from my old suit of armor.” Al opened it to reveal a small ring. It was dull silver and plain with the smallest hint of copper blush. The only unique adornment was a white filament twisted around the band. “I transmuted pieces of armor from my breastplate, my hand and the place where Ed put the blood seal to make the ring. The white strand is what was left of my old hair.”

“Why those parts?” Mei asked as she regarded the simple piece of jewelry, holding it up the light. “Surely, that armor was precious to you.”

Al smiled.  His reply was well-rehearsed, but sincere all the same. “You’ve given me a place in your heart, a piece of your mind, an insight into your soul and you’re about to give me your hand in marriage. I thought I should return the favor. It’s equivalent exchange.”

Her eyes welled up. “It’s beautiful, Alphonse, I would be glad to wear it.”

A/N:   Happy (seriously belated) holidays, @linksphilosopherssock! You have not one but three back-up Secret Santas who tackled this gift as a team. We heard that you liked Royai, Edwin and Almei, so we decided to give you a little bit of everything. We hope that you like it and that the fic was worth the wait! We certainly enjoyed creating it for you.

[lilbreadbun]

FMA secret Santa gift @fmasecretsanta2019​!! For @jayspants, a lil post-apocalyptic au with hughes and roy

Happy holidays! 

[when-sanpape-arts]

Merry Christmas @joodlepot ! I’m your secret santa for @fmasecretsanta2019 :D Here’s some (kinda modern) platonic Edward and Ling to satisfy your holiday needs 🙆 

[lieutenant-sarcastic]

Ling: *has the audacity to be taller than Ed* Ed: ｡゜(｀Д´)゜｡

Merry Christmas, @soyboywhore​​ ! I’m your Secret Santa for @fmasecretsanta2019​​ with some Ed n’ Friends Shenanigans <3 Have a happy holiday ! 🎄🎅🏻

[rebbi-sonnenhell]

@all-the-other-usernamesweretaken I was your fma secret santa this year :D   hope you like it!

I wish you some wonderful holidays!!!

[aheartmadefullmetal16]

Long-Distance Christmas

Merry Christmas @that-hoopy-frood ! I was your Secret Santa for FMA Secret Santa! ( @fmasecretsanta2019 ) I had a lot of fun writing this little drabble. I’ve never tried my hand at a modern AU before, but I hope you like it! Roy’s texts are in italics, and Riza’s are bold italics.  Message Notification - 7:02pm Roy Mustang Hey sweetheart, miss me?

A smile crosses Riza’s face as she sees the incoming text. Of course she missed him. A long-distance Christmas wasn’t something either of them could have ever wanted, but that’s where their situation found them. It had been four long months since they had last seen each other, but the distance would be closed soon. She unlocks her phone and eagerly replies. 

Nope. Not at all. Not even a little bit. -sent at 7:03pm

:( How rude I would have thought my dearest love would be pining for me by now -sent at 7:03pm

Riza laughs out loud; Roy’s antics always made her smile. She hefts her two bags into her arms and slides into the car.

Only kidding, you dork. Love you dearly. How are you? -sent at 7:04pm

Missing you. Hate this sweater. The girls are starting to drive me crazy -sent at 7:05pm

This text is accompanied by a selfie of Roy, his hair mussed and stubble prominent. He smiles exasperatedly at the camera. Riza can see part of what she assumes is a thick Christmas sweater from his aunt Chris, and she instantly knows that he is boiling inside it. Roy’s foster sisters could barely be seen in the background, throwing back drinks and laughing it up. 

Miss you too. Glad I don’t have to deal with them. -sent at 7:05

You miss them and you know it ;) They keep asking where you are, as if they don’t remember that we’re across the country from one another and it’s making me sad -sent at 7:05pm

I certainly don’t appreciate their constant insistence to give me a makeover But you’re right, I do miss them. If only a little. It won’t be long till we’re back together, love.  Only a couple more weeks and I’ll be in your arms again -sent at 7:08pm

She smiles to herself once more. Her heart aches for Roy terribly, but the thought of seeing him so soon brings a flicker of hope. The drive isn’t too long, so Riza settles in. She puts in her headphones, starts her Christmas playlist, and leans back against the seat.

I’m definitely looking forward to that. I’ve missed holding you… -sent at 7:08pm

Warmth blooms throughout Riza’s chest. She would never get tired of hearing things like that from Roy. A flash of bright green dashes past the window and Riza barely catches a glimpse of it- 37 miles left. 

I’ve missed being in your arms, my love I can’t wait for these last two weeks to be over -sent at 7:09pm

The Christmas playlist is doing wonders for her mood, even when the cheesiest Christmas song of all time comes on- Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas Is You. As much as she thinks the song is ridiculous, she can’t help but relate to the words. She and Roy had been through so much, and being apart for the holidays was almost too much for them to bear. 

Sorry for the delay, Alice stole my phone and took like, a million selfies And then Chris wanted me to help her cook, so yeah God, what I wouldn’t give to have you here right now -sent at 7:23pm

It’s alright. Tell Alice hi for me, you know she’s my favorite I wish I could have called off work, but you know how the office can get with short-term absences. They’re insufferable. Went through a bit of a dead zone just now, sorry -sent at 7:30pm

Dead zone? Where are you going? -sent at 7:30pm

Grandpa’s cabin. He decided he wanted all of us to celebrate there this year Come to think of it, I’m not sure how much service I’ll have there :( -sent at 7:31pm

That’s… honestly kind of a bummer I’d really hoped I could FaceTime you early tomorrow morning to wish you a Merry Christmas -sent at 7:33pm

Riza’s heart sinks a little. She hates having to let down Roy like this, but there’s nothing she could do at the present moment. The trees outside the car window give way to more open fields, and Riza sees a few houses in the background.

I know love. I’m so sorry. :( I could always give you the number of the landline? -sent at 7:33pm

Please do. Hearing your voice will be the best Christmas gift I could ask for.  -sent at 7:34pm

Her heart glows, and yet another smile stretches across her face. The sweet words of her previous partners had never affected her in such a way, but Roy’s sincerity was tangible in everything he said. Because of that, Riza had fallen in love with him very fast and very hard. The four years they’ve spent together have been the four best years of her life, even if the past two of being long-distance were the hardest. 

The only thing that would make my Christmas better is if I could see you in person I’m so sorry it has to be like this -sent at 7:35pm

I know it’s out of our control. I just wish things could be different. -sent at 7:38pm

The playlist has been sorting through Michael Buble’s Christmas album, and Riza finds herself humming along. I’ll be home for Christmas, you can plan on me…

I’m right there with you. I’m counting down the days. (13, by the way) -sent at 7:38pm

Only 13? That’s doable! That means 12 more sleeps until I get to kiss you.  -sent at 7:39pm

Hahaha that’s adorable! 12 more sleeps. I’m smiling just thinking about it -sent at 7:40pm

A string of happy-face emojis followed by a fire emoji appear in the message feed. Riza laughs once more and begins to pack up her things back into her bag. She is getting close to the house now, and the anticipation of seeing her loved ones begins to build inside her even more. 

You’re such a dork <3 -sent at 7:41pm

But you’re super in love with me though xD -sent at 7:41pm

Of course I am <3 -sent at 7:42pm

The taxi rolls to a stop outside a beautiful house. At least twelve cars are lined up down the street, and Riza braces herself for the onslaught. She gathers her bags into her arms and carefully exits the car, handing a wad of cash over to the driver. “Have a lovely time,” the driver says. 

“Thank you, sir!” she replies cheerily. She closes the car door and steps onto the sidewalk. Her heart begins to pound as she ascends the steps and sets her bags down on the doorstep.

What I wouldn’t give to kiss you right now… -sent at 7:44pm

Same here, love. I’ve almost forgotten what kissing you is like… :( I just received a notification that another one of your gifts arrived just now You might want to go check the doorstep -sent at 7:44pm

Thanks for letting me know! I’ll check now :) -sent at 7:45pm

The door in front of her swings open, and Roy stands just beyond the threshold.

“Surprise,” Riza says, barely choking out the word through sudden tears. A massive smile splits her face.

Roy’s mouth drops open and his dark eyes widen in shock. “Wh- Riza? How the hell-” He’s stumbling over his words, and Riza swears she’s never loved him more. Modern technology could only do so much, and seeing him in person now is the greatest gift she could have ever received. Roy is just as sculpted and beautiful as she remembers, and even though he’s wearing that Christmas sweater the contours of his body are well-highlighted. His beautiful face is shocked but just as lovely as she remembers. Dustings of flour pepper his jeans and there’s even a little in his messy midnight hair. “How- what the hell-”

He launches forward without warning and presses her to him, a sob escaping his throat. “Oh my god, Riza! Riza! How are you here?” He’s laughing and crying at the same time, but then again, so is she. Roy pulls away for a fraction of a second to kiss her, deeply, and she swears she’s flying on air- the intoxication of feeling his lips on hers is better than any drug, better than any high, better than anything and it just makes her heart expand and explode even more. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” she manages to choke out through her crying. She presses her forehead to his and looks deep in his eyes. His touch alone fills the deep void that had harbored itself in her chest, and looking into his eyes set her alight. She kisses him again, fervently, and her hands wander his body, re-memorizing every curve, every angle, every turn. “God, I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he replies, running his hand through her long blonde hair. He places several rapid fire kisses on her forehead, earning him a giggle. “How are you even here?” he says once more, incredulous.

“Olivier decided to be generous and give me a few days off.” Riza smiles at the dumbfounded look on Roy’s face; Olivier had never been one for generosity. “I genuinely don’t know why, but I’m certainly not complaining. But are we going to focus on that, or are you going to kiss me again?”

Roy happily obliges her. The touch of his lips send pleasant shivers throughout her body, and Riza relishes the feeling. 

A cold wind suddenly gusts through the air, making the both of them shiver violently. “Whew, we’d better get you inside before you freeze,” Roy murmurs, planting more kisses on her cheek. He picks up one of her bags and takes her hand in his.

Bracing herself for the massive onslaught of Roys’ foster sisters, Riza picks up one of her bags and crosses into Chris Mustang’s house.

Later that night, when their limbs are a bare tangle, Riza can’t help but hold on to Roy a little tighter. They only have a few days, but Riza is determined to make this the best Christmas yet.

[all-the-other-usernamesweretaken]

The Nutcracker au!

Happy Holidays to @blackpilotpen (my fma secret santa)

I had a lot of fun participating in this years @fmasecretsanta2019 ! I hope everyone else did too!

[snowdog49]

Hayate’s First Snow

General Audience

1784 Words

For @by-nina Merry Christmas from your secret Santa.  She got up from the bed, rising as her routine dictated. Groaning at the cold floor, she made her way to the hot shower. As she turned on the hot water, steam billowing out of the bathroom, she looked out to see her dog whining in his bed. He was antsy, still a puppy, but determined to stay where it was warmest. Almost grown, Hayate was still a puppy-like. He’d proven entertainment for Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye for the first year as well as most of the department. He bounced from one end of the office to the next, learning how and when to play. At home, he learned to be obedient and calm. In less than a year, he’d grown into quite the dog, if Riza said so herself. His black and white fluffy tail wagged as she looked at him, appreciating the attention she was giving him before getting in the shower. But Riza knew he’d stay in his bed till she returned. 

He still jumped up and down a bit, wagging his tail with an open mouth as they got ready to go outside. His food routine was pristine and worthy of Riza’s reputation. He walked by her side, flawlessly heeled. But putting his leash on in the mornings? He still danced around a little bit. That was something still something to work on. “Sit,” she ordered firmly. Hayate did immediately, his tail still thumping against the floor. Her fingers carefully clipped the leash onto the collar. “Now, wait.” He sat still, tail wagging, as the door was opened and Riza stepped out. “Okay, Hayate. Heel.” 

She could see the snow falling through the door’s window of her apartment complex. “Oh,” she said in surprise. But Hayate would have none of it. She opened the door and stepped out the feel a tug on her leash. He growled, looking up at the sky. It was a curious growl, unsure of what was going on. “It’s just snow,” she said with a chuckle. He relented, stepping out into the fresh snow. He lifted his paws, looking at it and the print in the snow, then up at her, back down at the snow. His tail began to wag once more and he looked around to see it falling around him. 

Riza waited patiently for him to adjust to the white surprise. She wasn’t in any rush. It was her day off and now she was open to the idea of watching her faithful dog bounce happily in the snow. He bit at it falling, looking upset that he wasn’t catching anything. Then sniffed the ground before biting it. She surmised that he was taken aback by the cold sensation on his tongue. He seemed to want to spit it out, only to feel it dissolve in his mouth. His tongue slipped in and out, looking disgusted, before turning to bite it again. Riza tried not to laugh. “Come,” she chuckled. “Let’s go to the park.” 

His ears pivoted as the sound of boots made a soft crunch on the snow. His own feet were making it too. He turned behind to see his footprints, trailing from where he’d been moments ago. Riza knew it wasn’t something he’d ever seen before. He was used to the grassy fields of the headquarter’s courtyards, or the rough carpet of the office as far as his normal environment. She could also see that he was doing his best to adapt. It didn’t snow very often in East City, a special treat for both her and Hayate. Within a couple days, she was sure it’d turn to rain and the season would be less than amusing to her Colonel. 

The children of the city were celebrating the snow, considering it was the weekend, at the park. There were snowball fights, a giant snowman being built, and snow angels decorating the hills. By this point, Hayate had refocused on his owner’s side, and Riza was amused at the children. It was always good to see children in their innocence, playing and enjoying something before adulthood took the joy away. Even Hayate, who in his animal innocence, offered her peace of mind that things could be simple. Her steps were lazy, her eyes watching as two children made snowballs to throw at their friends. Her hands buried themselves in her pockets the leash hanging slack on her wrist. She walked slowly, smiling as she felt the snow peck her nose. Riza should have grabbed a scarf in the chilly air. She supposed she’d start making her way home soon. 

A tug and yip from Hayate made her look down. He was barking at the snowballs. Her eyes darted from him to the balls being thrown. His tail wagged happily, his tongue out as he watched the snow being thrown. 

“Does your dog like balls?” A child nearby asked. 

“He does,” Riza smiled. 

“He can play with us.” The kid made a ball, tossing it in the air at Hayate. The dog jumped up, only chomping down on it to see it disappear. He stood there, aggravated that the ball was just a cold impact in his mouth. He barked again before Riza bent down and unclipped her dog. He was still a puppy and a great dog, there was no reason he couldn’t go play with the kids for a while. When she called, he’d come back. 

“You’re going to get sick if you don’t wear a hat, Lieutenant.” 

Riza looked next to her to see a handsome man holding a pair of gloves out to her. He was wearing a hat with a heavy black wool coat. “Colonel,” she greeted with a nod. “Are you out to see the kids play too?”

“And a dog,” he grinned. 

She accepted the gloves, putting them on with a smile. 

“At least it’s not raining,” he chuckled. “It’s not like East City to snow. Maybe it’s a sign of good luck.” 

“I think so, Sir.” 

He stood next to her, his hand brushing hers. “It seems that he doesn’t understand snow.” He nodded towards the black and white dog pouncing in the snow after a snowball had landed there, disappearing. She felt another brush, his pinky finger rubbing against hers. 

“No, Sir. This is the first time he’s seen it.” 

Hayate rolled in the snow after a child making a snow angel, jumping up to shake it off before chasing the next kid behind the snowman. 

“I think he will sleep well after this,” Riza said, reaching out as her finger touched his in return. “It will be good tomorrow when I have more work to get done at the office. 

“It’s our day off, let’s not think of work.” She watched as the white the puff of breath dissipated into the air. 

Hayate barked and broke her imagined dream of them not at work but in her living room sipping a warm tea or a cocoa. He barked and snarled as the children put a hat on the snowman, the eyes already in place. Two other children stuck sticks in the sides, laughing. Hayate backed up between Riza and the evil snowman, barking angrily. The children only laughed, twisting the arms so the branches moved, making it look as if he was waving. Hayate didn’t like that at all. 

“Black Hayate,” Colonel Mustang called. 

The dog completely ignored him, backing up to protect his master. 

“Hayate, no,” Riza said firmly. Her faithful canine stopped barked, grumping one last time before sitting down. 

“Why does he ignore me,” the Colonel sighed. 

“He’s the only one that does.” She chuckled. “Shall we go get a cocoa then?” 

The Colonel nodded, smiling as he tilted his head affectionately towards his Lieutenant. “I know a great place on 31st.” Little did anyone know, his place was on 31st. But Riza knew. They both looked over to see her dog lift his leg to pee on the snowman. 

“Hey,” two kids yelled and tried to grab the puppy. He had no interest in being caught and barked as he evaded their little mittened hands. It’d quickly turned into a game of catch the dog, which Hayate was more than happy to play. He jumped easily over the fort walls, sliding and swinging in the snow with a grin. 

“He’s definitely enjoying this.” 

Riza nodded. “We were out last week and he and two other dogs bonded.” 

“Bonded?”

“They played a short of tag game,” she concluded. “He is quite quick on his feet.” 

“Like someone else I know,” he grinned, looking at her with a light laugh. 

“You’re funny, Sir.” 

“Let me-” 

“No,” Riza quickly interjected. “I can get Hayate.” 

“I insist,” the Colonel grinned. “Kids love me, and your Black Hayate does too.” 

Black Hayate thought it was another game. The black dog bounced from one end to the other, Colonel Mustang raising his finger to indicate to Riza that he had it before Hayate would bounce to the other end. The kids joined in on the fun, chasing him from Roy. “Come,” he called gently. “Come on, Hayate.” The dog only smiled, his tongue hanging out in a boastful grin. Roy bent down, standing wide as a kid chased Riza’s dog his way. Roy leaned forward, reaching over to catch the laughing pup, but he proved uncatchable again as he turned ninety degrees and darted between two kids. Roy was in the snow. His feet slipped from under him, landing with quite the gruff. 

It took a lot for Riza not to laugh. She sighed, recognizing that her Colonel was not only useless in rain but also snow. “Black Hayate,” she called with a pat on the thigh. 

Mustang stood up, resisting a threatening slip again as he brushed his pants off. “I had him on the run,” he joked with a chuckle. 

“I’m sure you did, Sir.” 

Hayate didn’t understand love like Riza did. He had a sense of love to her, and maybe that was the same that he saw with the affectionate gazes that were exchanged. But he didn’t understand the shoulder bumps or the light chuckles. Like him to her, there was a sense of loyalty that hung in the air with the two. Just by looks, Hayate would guess they were two were colleagues. His puppy instincts felt the air around them and they told another story altogether. He’d seen this before too. As his little puppy paws made little prints in the snow, two sets of boot prints set in the snow beside his. They were his pack. In the first snow he’d ever experienced, he also found a more amusing love than white cool puffs.

[by-nina]

Masterpiece

An EdWin fanfic for FMA Secret Santa 2019

Rating: K

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Word Count: 855

A/N: For @icameheretowinry this @fmasecretsanta2019, I hope you like this! This accidentally became my first foray into EdWin, but I hope this helps warm up your holidays somehow. Merry Christmas! :)

Emerging through the surface, his right hand relaxes in her touch, and even his left hand forgets the otherwise normal bite of cold. They exchange a glance; he lets her take the lead.

Electrifying. It’s the last thing he expects snow to feel, and yet it’s the first sensation he gets as he sinks his right hand in that thick, freshly-fallen white carpet. Years of using automail and all its synthetic parts had worn away at his right arm’s tactile memory, even with a functioning left arm to supplement his senses. His right fingers freeze as snow fills the spaces between them.

“Ed!”

Edward looks up briefly to find Winry waving at him several meters ahead. Her hair seems to catch the sunlight reflected from the snow, cutting even through the fog and her many layers of thick clothing. Winry takes a moment to realize why he had fallen behind, then she turns and runs back. She crouches next to him.

 “Are you okay?”

He takes a deep breath. “Yeah. I mean, I haven’t had my arm back for long, but it’s nothing.” He grins, adding, “This arm will be good as new in no time.”

Winry breaks into a warm, understanding smile. “It will take some getting used to, Ed, but you don’t have to deal with this by yourself. I’ve got you.”

She pulls off both of her gloves. In the brief moment that her bare hands are visible before disappearing into the snow, they appear to Edward as a thousand contradicting things all at once. They are pale, but he recalls their warmth from countless nights that she’d worked on his limbs and helped him around the house. They are calloused and strong, this he already knows, but they take his frigid hands as gently as if they were lifting a bird to be released in the woods—she had always taken great care of him this way. These sensations cut through the numbness with their familiarity, stronger than any sensory experience could be.

They find a perfect heap of moist snow somewhere down the meadow and dig into it right away. An excited Winry guides Edward’s right hand with her left as they gather clumps of snow, then later pack the clumps together to form a solid mound. At some point, he regains some feeling in his hand and breaks it away from hers. He starts out slow and clumsy on his own, but she trusts him enough not to take his hand again, and he soon settles in a comfortable pace.

Emerging through the surface, his right hand relaxes in her touch, and even his left hand forgets the otherwise normal bite of cold. They exchange a glance; he lets her take the lead.

Edward and Winry don’t build in silence—she teases him about his speed and he snarks back about her zealous competitiveness. Nonetheless, he secretly enjoys seeing her in her element without the burden of him weighing down on her; she too must be glad for him that for the first time in years, he bears one less painful reminder of what he and Alphonse had suffered. Finally, in the end, their banter builds up into a burst of laughter, carefree and bright and joyful like nothing he has heard from her before, or at least in a long time, and still reeling, she stumbles into the snow.

Winry wills her laugh to subside into gasps for proper breath. “Sorry—it’s just—it’s been so long since we’ve done this. We were still kids, remember?” She regains balance on her feet, and the expression in her face turns soft. “Before… everything happened.”

Despite himself, Edward breaks into a smile as he bends down to lift her by her shoulders. “You all right?”

“It’s too bad Al couldn’t spend the holidays with us.”

“Yeah.” He looks around; there isn’t much to take in with this kind of weather. “And we don’t even always get this much snow around here.”

“He’ll be back in a couple of weeks. It’ll still be winter by then.”

Winry dusts off the snow from her clothes. Edward watches her silently as he realizes that his right hand has completely returned to normal, muscles no longer aching and fingers no longer twitching. He seeks warmth for his hand by taking hers; the way their palms comfortably rest together, as if they’d known how to do nothing else, leaves him in awe.

They step back to admire their masterpiece, a tall, robust snowman—the first they had built together in years. Edward has long forgotten the experience of building one, and he isn’t even entirely sure he had ever built one without the use of alchemy.

At closer inspection, a few spots are uneven or loosely packed. He knows that these are his doing, and can easily tell them apart from the meticulous, graceful sculpting Winry had done elsewhere. But just as she’d been responsible for making the best parts of the snowman, she was responsible too for his part in making it. Alchemy or otherwise, there is no other way he would want to have made it.

There is no other way he would have all this.

Winry beams with pride. “Well, mister alchemist, I think this looks like your best work!”

“Yours too, miss automail engineer.”

[flourchildwrites]

Seconds

Call their predicament fate or karma; blame it on the moonlight or the romantic music playing during the movie's wedding scene. Whatever forces were at work, the opportunity was there for Rebecca and Jean, ready and ripe for the taking. The only question that remained was if she was hungry enough for seconds in spite of the complications.

It was going to be a very interesting vacation.

Written for @fmasecretsanta2019 for @areyousanta

Fandom:  Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types  

Relationship/Pairing:  Rebecca Catalina/Jean Havoc, Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang, Lan Fan/Ling Yao

Genre:  Modern AU, Cruise Ship Vacation, Night After the One Night Stand

Rating:  Teen And Up Audiences (contains suggestive sexual references)

Word Count:  2,288 words

Read on AO3

Carnival’s newest attraction, the Mardi Gras, was a ridiculous boat, at least in the opinion of one, Rebecca Catalina.

The cruise ship’s towering atrium featured floor to ceiling windows that courted nearly panoramic waterway views.  Numerous restaurants dotted the ship map; their descriptions were laced with four dollar words such as “fragrant,” “authentic” or “sumptuous” that made Rebecca’s mouth water.  And if the ginormous pool on the lido deck was not enough, there was always the wonderland dubbed the “Ultimate Playground” stuck awkwardly on the back of the ship to consider.  The colorful tracks of the world’s first rollercoaster at sea cut through the thick, humid breeze, and on the first day of the cruise, the line to ride the attraction stretched around the deck.

The atmosphere oozed excess. It was just the sort of laissez-faire ambiance that Riza Hawkeye shied away from.  It was the precise brand of absurdity that her wealthy grandfather would choose to celebrate her college graduation.  Not that he had been invited, and in this respect, Riza and Rebecca’s vacation mimicked Riza’s upbringing.  George Grumman generously financed it, but ever-faithful Becca was left to weather the changeable tides alongside her best friend.

Not all waters had been as navigable as those of the murky Mississippi River.  

“Enjoying the view?”

Rebecca startled at the sound of Riza’s voice.  She grounded her thoughts in the here and now, honing in on the small talk circulating around the dinner table.  Her dark, wing-lined eyes darted away from the windows of the formal dining room and toward the beaming face of her best friend.  Riza Hawkeye looked happy; if not for the three-course meal they’d just devoured, for the new company at their table — her long-distance boyfriend, Roy Mustang and his tagalong pal, Jean Havoc.

But where Jean was concerned, Rebecca had her reasons for reticence.  Reasons she was not apt to share with Riza during this vacation, a trip that was supposed to be all about her best friend and not Becca’s bedroom faux pas.

She simply wouldn’t think about how she had foolishly spent the night with Jean before they’d remet as travel companions of Roy and Riza that morning.  Rebecca wouldn’t think about the lip-biting set of abs hiding underneath his well-pressed button-down.  She tried not to notice the way she caught Jean’s baby-blue eyes darting away from her over dinner.  By all accounts, their night together had been meant as a fun, casual encounter, but the next day’s harsh revelation had complicated matters.

He’d said he was on a business trip when He caught her eye in the hotel bar the night before departure, and Rebecca had not questioned him further.  Not when his sweet talk was so saccharine and the rough stubble on his chin had felt so good on her-

“Are you feeling alright, Rebecca?” Riza asked; her lightly penciled eyebrows were knit with concern underneath stylish round glasses.

“Yes, sorry!’ Rebecca replied happily.  Too happily, perhaps. “I’m absolutely fine. Wonderful even.”

She was not fine, let alone wonderful.  She was scared shit-less of being called out by the elephant at their dinner table.  A very attractive, extremely capable elephant with who had played her body like a fiddle. His brash melody was stuck on a loop in her mind.

Rebecca watched as Jean licked a bit of chocolate mousse from his spoon, and she suppressed an indignant eye-roll.  The least he could do was be less like sex appeal on a stick.  He could pretend not to know that he tied her stomach into knots, courtesy of their shared secret.  But given the way those baby-blues bore into her, nevermind that she refused to meet his gaze, Rebecca realized that they’d have to talk about it.

The sooner, the better.

God, she hated being 23 sometimes.  Young enough to take some disastrous missteps in good faith but too old to run away from her problems.

“So Catalina, how about we take a walk to clear your mind,” Jean purred. “Get to know each other a little better while these two catch up.  What do you say?”

A sinking feeling settled into the pit of Rebecca’s stomach, and it turned over on itself when she spied Riza’s hopeful expression.

The things she did for the love of a friend.

“Sounds like a great idea,” Rebecca uttered; her words sounded stiff as they slipped through her burgundy lips. “I’m gonna make a stop by the bar before we leave.”

She rose from their table with her room key clutched firmly in the palm of her hand.  Even as her gaze lingered upon Roy and Riza’s intertwined fingers, she bid them good evening and walked across the dining room to the mahogany bar at the far end of the large room.  Through a stilted smile, Rebecca ordered another glass of cabernet sauvignon, urging the bartender to be generous as the long shadow of Jean Havoc crept over her shoulder.

If the previous night had taught Rebecca anything, it was that Havoc was a livewire, energetic and unpredictable when he allowed his passions to overpower his common sense.  But the chilly night air on the lido deck appeared to temper Jean’s demeanor.  Quietly, he sat back against the sturdy frame of a ship deck chair with the top three buttons of his shirt undone and his hands leisurely placed on the back of his head.  The spiky ends of his hair caught the humid breeze as he stared back at Rebecca with a lazy, contemplative smile.  His patience offered no inroad, but neither did it discourage a conversation.

Rebecca got the message loud and clear — she would have to bring it up, or they would simply sit outside for the remainder of the evening watching Crazy Rich Ishvalans play across a large screen over the pool.

She took yet another sip of wine and placed the stemmed glass on the table between their lawn chairs.  After adjusting the hem of her green maxi dress, Rebecca swung her sandal-clad feet upon the lower slats of her deck chair.  A long, slow sigh escaped her throat, and she, ever brazen, decided to jump headfirst into uncharted territory.

“I think it goes without saying that we should not mention what happened last night to Riza or Roy,” she announced. “Still, I think it would be beneficial for us to talk privately since I have some questions.”

“Don’t worry, Catalina.  I don’t kiss and tell,” he said with an amused air. “But now that you mention it, I might have some questions too.  Ladies first.”

Rebecca attempted to organize her thoughts by level of importance.  But her wounded pride, a part of her that resented she’d been lied to, spoke up first.

“You said you were in New Orleans on business,” she stressed. “This cruise doesn’t seem like business to me.”

Jean shrugged his shoulders, turning his head to look at her.

“I thought work provided a better excuse to make a clean break, and honestly, I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

His tone shifted, tending toward a playful vibe. “I know we agreed to keep it casual, but who’s to say you wouldn’t have fallen madly in love with me and tried to follow me onto the ship if you had known.”

Rebecca’s left eyebrow arched incredulously even as her lips quirked with suppressed laughter.

“Does that happen to you often?” She quipped.

“No,” Jean chuckled. “I don’t do that sort of thing anymore.  Not since I got injured three years ago. Consider last night an exception.”

“That’s right,” Rebecca hummed, “you used to be a Marine.  Jealous boyfriend catch up to you and made you change your ways?”

“Nah,” he said, still in good humor, “it was a bullet.  But enough about me; my turn.  Do you do one night stands often, Catalina?  Am I just another person in a long line of notches on your bedpost?”

She tipped the glass of wine to her lips and drank, mindful that Jean was giving as good as he had gotten. “I don’t think we’ve had near enough alcohol for that question.”

And this, she meant wholeheartedly.

“But, to give you a direct answer, no,” Rebecca admitted. “I’ve been too busy with my MBA program to go out, much less date.  Last night was…”

She didn’t want to parrot his words, though certainly, their time together had been ‘an exception.’ Phrases swam in her wine-drenched mind; none were suitable.  Last night had been many things, satisfying and unexpected, to say the least.  But to sum it up in a single word...

“Needed,” Jean added. His eyes stayed fixed on a dark point in the distance, between the blanket of stars and the cloak of dark water. “For both of us, I think.”

It was impossible to get a read on him.  Rebecca was left to marvel at the way Jean had coaxed the answer straight from her subconscious.  Speechless, she could only nod and hum her agreement as her fingers fidgeted with the straps of her sandals.  She scanned the lido deck, looking for some sight to redirect a conversation that had gone too far, too fast for her liking.

Small groups and couples, not unlike Jean and herself, dotted the layout.  Some watched the movie, transfixed by the hilarity of a makeover montage featuring the film’s gruffest character, Buccaneer.  Others simply sat engrossed in quiet conversation and after dinner drinks.

A pair of young Xingese kids, probably high school-aged, caught Rebecca’s eye. They sat on the edge of the deck with their legs dangling into a large pool at the center.  A boy with slender, slanting eyes reached down into the water and brought his hand up, playfully splashing the girl next to him.  She laughed in response, running a prosthetic hand through her hair and clearing the water from her heart-shaped face.  And in the blink of an eye, she pulled him into the water.

The scene read like young love and are Becca watched as a childhood crush matured into something meaningful right before her eyes.  The teens chased each other through the pool and moved as if they were two halves of the same whole, different as could be and complementary down to their core.  When finally the girl caught the boy, she pinned her arms around him against the side of the deck. He laughed, brushing her bangs from her face.  The apples of her cheeks turned cherry red.

“Do you see them?” Rebecca asked, nodding subtly in the direction of the pair. “What I wouldn’t give to go back to that age knowing what I know now.”

“And what would you do differently?” Jean asked.

She told herself that he was only indulging her to be polite, but still, Rebecca answered.  Sour memories of her high school regrets were slow to be forgotten, and the question was quickly answered.

“I cared too much about what others thought,” she explained. “Spent hours trying to make my hair straighter or attempting to do my makeup the same way.  I swapped band for cheerleading and junk food for gym classes.  The only thing I never compromised on was having Riza as a best friend, and sometimes I’m afraid that the pressure I put on myself to conform rubbed off on her during difficult times.”

So much for keeping the conversation light.

“I used to be like that,” Jean admitted.

“You cared too much about what other people thought?”

“No, I regretted past stuff so much that I forgot to live in the present.”

Rebecca was surprised by his candor, and she turned to face him, unsure if she should end the conversation or listen to further insights.  Before she could give her course of action a second thought, Jean sat up, and, to Rebecca’s continued shock, he pulled at his side of his shirt.  The action revealed a patch of puckered skin, red and raised, in the shape of a crater.  Jean pointed to the modest scar on his side.

“It looks small, doesn’t it?” he said. “But that bullet nearly cost me everything.  Took me a year to walk again, and the doctors say my long term prognosis involves a wheelchair, but I can’t dwell on any of the what-ifs.  I have to take the good stuff life offers me while I can seize it.”

Rebecca couldn’t help herself.  She had to ask, needed to know why this theory of his, contrived as it might be, struck a chord.

“And what is life offering you right now?”

The question might have been bait — this much Rebecca was willing to admit.  Call their predicament fate or karma; blame it on the moonlight or the romantic music playing during the wedding scene of the movie.  Whatever forces were at work, the opportunity was there, ready and ripe for the taking.

All they had to do was seize it.  Bottle the spark that cracked between them if only for a handful of nights at sea.

Jean leaned in and tucked a lock of curly hair behind Rebecca’s ear.

“I know we agreed not to let it happen again, but I get the feeling life is offering me a second helping of what I had last night.”

It was her turn to flash a knowing grin.

“I never said the first time was the last.  I just don’t think we should let it complicate Riza and Roy’s vacation.”

“Well then,” Jean whispered.  His hot breath curled around the curve of her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “Are you hungry for seconds?”

For the second time in as many days, Rebecca/SelfRestraint.exe failed to run properly.  Fortunately, Rebecca/ThinkingTooMuch.exe was also compromised.

“Starving,” she replied.

A/N:  Surprise, @areyousanta! I am your back up gift giver for the FMA Secret Santa 2019.  I heard you like Havolina, Royai and Lingfan, so I tried to tie those ships into this modern AU. However, I admit, this one-shot is primarily fluffy (and suggestive) Havolina. The struggle to keep this fic PG-13 was real, and I'm not sure that flourchildwrites/goodjudgment.exe was functioning properly, lol. As always, I really appreciate all the kudos, bookmarks, subscriptions, comments, likes and reblogs my readers generously provide. Don't be a stranger and check out my tumblr, @flourchildwrites. Send me questions, comments or whatever else may be on your mind.

[tonya13art]

This is my Secret Santa gift for Keepakoop! (though I can`t find them on Tumblr)

Giftee said they like fluff and what`s more fluffy than your faves being cute kids. Roy probably talks about stuff he`ll do when he becomes fuhrer XD

Thanks to @fmagiftexchange for organizing this wonderful event! I had a lot of fun drawing my fav ship

Merry Christmas!