#edling fic

[harpers-tartarus]

GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS FOLKS

[kaethefangirl]

Kind of a part two to my first one? Its definitely a part two actually. Featuring a song I'm writing right now because every great song needs a fic themed after it, duh.

When my life is a mess, I have to get it off my chest —

Ling sat next to Ed rambling on about his distaste for blueberry muffins during robotics class. His chair was pulled up to Ed's teaching desk and tipped back, balancing on 2 legs.

"It was disgusting! How do people eat cooked blueberries? As soon as I bit into it the taste was so overwhelmingly terrible and—"

"You ate all of it anyway, didn't you?" Ed said with amused eyebrows.

"Of course I did!" Ling said proudly, a blossom of warmth blooming in his chest when he heard a laugh escape Ed as he shook his head.

The way you look at me so sweet, you've got me falling on my knees,

And then it caught his eye, a shiny ring on a silver chain that drooped around the expanse of Ed's neck.

Could it be a wedding band? He'd known Ed for around a month now, and not once had the man mentioned a spouse or partner of any kind. Though, he'd hardly mentioned anything. Ed wasn't much of a talker, Ling noticed. He was only truly talkative when he was explaining a chemical reaction or why "Consuming iron ore is not going to help your iron deficiency, idiot." Otherwise, he usually opted for listening rather than talking. Ling filed the question, "Is Ed married?" into the back of his mind to ask another time.

When I'm on the verge of breaking down,

—

Ling was having a very bad day. He had fallen asleep in class and someone thought it would be hilarious to tie both of his shoes together. So, when he woke up from a particularly uncomfortable slumber on his desk, he was sent tumbling down the steps when he tried to leave the classroom.

Snickers echoed throughout the hallway as Ling made his way to his next class.

, and no one seems to care,

He instinctually pulled his phone from his pocket and found 7 missed calls from Lan Fan. He grumbled sadly as he clicked the 'call back' button.

—

As it would turn out, Ling's mother decided that she should come and stay with him for the weekend. And she intended on spending every waking moment with him.

His day went from bad to worse.

As Ling stepped out of his criminal justice class, he saw Ed. He could feel his eyes light up and smile creep onto his face as he prepared to run towards the man, more or less, like a lost puppy.

He was halfway there when the blonde girl on Ed's arm became visible. She was pretty. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and her body was practically glued to Ed's.

It was just Ling's luck that Ed had spotted him then. Ed smiled— more like grinned at him, and for a moment everything, the crowded hallway, the insistent chatter, the people pushing their way by him — some muttering things like "Out of the way, loser." — disappeared. It seemed to be just Ed and Ling. There was a foreign yet pleasant buzz in the center of Ling's chest.

And then the blonde made her presence known again with a particularly high squeal. Ling cringed and looked down. The thought to check to see if she had a wedding band that matched Ed's came too late, as they had already taken off down the hall.

Ling saw the girl glance back at him quizzically and mutter something to Ed. Was she talking about him? Asking who he was, where they met?

What would Ed say? They were friends, weren't they?

After a particularly hard shove, Ling decided he would do best to dwell on such things later.

Later that day, after being handed a rather astounding F minus — how the fuck did he manage an F minus? — he made his way down the robotics hallway as he normally would, calm and in no rush. On the outside he looked completely normal, he'd even managed to plaster a small content smile on his face.

However, inside there was a raging storm sending negative emotions crashing every which way. He could practically see how badly his emotional distress was — a pirate ship being rocked up, down, back, forth and side to side from the sheer force of dark blue waves of the forces of nature. Thick, angry gray storm clouds loomed menacingly above with a silent threat to consume Ling whole.

When he opened the door to the classroom, there Ed was, more than likely grading papers judging from the irritated tick in between his brows.

And then Ed smiled at him.

You always see my frown and make me feel like I'm walking on air,

In the distance, there was an area where the waves ceased to crash. An area in the sky had opened up, letting the sun shine through, almost heavenlike.

Ling stepped forward and into the classroom, feeling the eye of his metaphorical internal storm grow.

"What's up your ass?" Ed tilted back in his chair to ask in a way that feigned nonchalance but Ling could hear the underlying concern in his voice.

It was at that moment that Ling realized the cause of his distress was kind of stupid. Someone tied his shoes together and his mom wants to see him? Ed would probably laugh him out the room!

Ed gave him a look that said, "Well?"

And yet...

Ling wanted to tell him anyway. So he did. He pulled a chair up to sit next to Ed.

He explained from start to finish, tearing up halfway through, why his day was so very terrible. He pointedly omitted the detail of his mini panic attack about Ed's blonde friend.

By the time he was done he was sniffling and hiccuping, barely holding himself together. He looked pathetic. He was too scared to look up and see the disgusted look that was bound to be on Ed's face.

Instead of being laughed out of the room however, Ling felt arms pulling his body towards Ed's.

But, this couldn't be happening. Ed vowed to tear Ling's throat out if he ever tried to hug him. But here Ed was now, definitely starting a hug.

And just like that, Ling found his face pressed against the small area between Ed's neck and shoulder. Short but strong arms curled around his back and held him firmly in place. A calm feeling washed over him. Not calm persay, rather, empty. In a good way.

In the eye of the storm I need you in my arms,

He hadn't forgotten the issues that troubled him, but suddenly they seemed smaller. Less important.

Why had he even been upset to begin with?

"You're fine. You're probably just... stressed out." Ed blurted out. Wait—

Was Ed trying to comfort him?

Smiling and telling me it's okay,

On another day, Ling would have teased him relentlessly. Today, he settled for snuggling into the warmth of Ed's chest.

"If you tell anyone about this I'll kick your ass to the moon and back." Ed growled out as he rested his head atop Ling's.

"Duly noted." Ling replied, closing his eyes.

And suddenly, the moment his eyes shut his vision was filled with the memories of earlier that day, of the blonde girl who was plastered to Ed's side.

"Is she your wife?" Ling asked. Ed's body tensed and Ling anticipated and braced for when Ed threw him off of himself and snapped at him.

Instead, Ed let out a loud laugh. It made Ling's heart flutter, but it also created a pit of frustration in his gut.

As if he sensed Ling's frustration, Ed answered his question. "Winry is my best friend. I'm happily single."

And for some reason, that information made Ling's day exponentially better. Ling smiled into Ed's shirt pulling a confused noise from the man above him.

"What are you down there doing?" Ed asked with an accusatory tone.

"Nothing. Can I stay here? Until I feel better?"

"It's a fucking classroom, I can't stop you—"

"I meant here," Ling clutched Ed's shirt again to make his question clear.

"Oh. Uh..." Ed trailed off.

Ling prepared to reassure him that he could always say no, when he saw the red flush creeping up Ed's neck. It finally reached his face and that was when Ling realized that Ed was embarassed.

"Fine! Do whatever you want, I dont care." Ed shouted. Ling hummed and made himself comfortable in Ed's embrace.

Clarifying that at the end when Ling visits Ed's classroom its after hours and nobody's there but them😭 they most definitely did not snuggle in a classroom full of students

[radioactivespiderblood]

Happy October 3rd!

I finally fucking finished something! I should have been writing tiny one-shots all along. Anyway, here's some tragic EdLing.

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

fic recs masterlist pt 2

So here's a part two to my first fic rec list because I thought the first list was too long to add more or I've only read them more recently

Haikyuu!

you're all i see, you're all i need by DailyMelody: iwaoi fic where iwaizumi lies to his family that he and oikawa are dating and he slowly realizes they haven't been faking their feelings, nsfw in the last chapter

Sprout, Bloom, Grow by SpaceJammie: matsuhana and iwaoi fic from the perspective of matsukawa, this is probably my fav hq I'm keeping up with rn, the characterizations and story are so deep and well written, unfinished

Let the Light Out by UhohShouto: post canon kagehina fic where kageyama realizes he's super into hinata and they make a bet that leads to them smooching and doing much more, nsfw

what i really mean by solyn: kuroken fic where they're both sort of clueless about their feelings while everyone else around them knows they're in love, nsfw

it drives you crazy getting old by atsumusbiceps: a sakuatsu 13 Going On 30 au that's absolutely adorable, omi is in love from the beginning but atsumu thinks being angry and attracted to someone is normal

Gray in the Middle. by DeadDrabble (MisakillDatMonkey): crazy good sunaosa fic where suna is a model and osamu is his new assistant, the development of their friendship while osamu slowly gets to see the real suna and coming to see the toxicity of the fashion industry, unfinished, future nsfw

Sakusa Kiyoomi's Short and Unhelpful Guide To Falling In Love by honest_pebble: sakuatsu fic where omi asks for atsumu to kiss one drunken night and they can't seem to keep their hands off each other in the months after

i pretend you're mine, all the damn time by theglitterati: bokuaka high school fic where bokuto is nervous about his lack of experience when a girl asks him out so he asks akaashi to help him learn how to kiss, very cute and silly

sleeping with strangers by starbeyy: kagehina fic where kageyama is a lawyer that's afraid of attachment and only sleeps with strangers until he gets an extremely cute client that makes him less afraid, nsfw in later chapters

Take a hint by badreputation: sunaosa fic where suna doesn't realize osamu is trying to woo him and is just an oblivious dummy

i sing the body electric by viverella: iwaoi getting together fic where iwaizumi beings to realize he doesn't have entirely platonic feelings about his best friend

dearly departed by radiantradish: daisuga ghost au where suga is stuck in limbo while he's in a coma and daichi is a firefighter that keeps dreaming about him

Winter is Red by MeikoAtsushi: technically this is the sunaosa spin-off to their original sakuatsu fic but the premise is that osamu can see the red threads of fate that tie soulmates together but he doesn't have one and falls in love with suna anyway, this fic is fucking PAINFUL because osamu is determined to make his life miserable and try to push suna away but he can never stay away for long, nsfw

the posterior probablity by izayas: sakuatsu au where omi is a professor and atsumu is an m.d. who's taking his class and they fall in love lol

SunKissed by Paintbrushyy_Ducky98: bokuaka fic where akaashi's family's new pool boy is really cute and he sort of seems familiar... nsfw

favor from the boy you can't resist by crossbelladonna: bokuaka fic where bokuto asks akaashi to be his fake boyfriend and things go as well as you'd expect

Miles by lettersinpetals: kuroken post canon/during chapter 402.1 fic where kuroo is very aware of his love for kenma but is convinced kenma doesn't feel the same

Night Moves by fluorophoring: kuroken fic where they just keep hooking up at night without actually dating or discussing their feelings, heavy nsfw

What to Do (to You) by Mooifyourecows: iwaoi fic where matsuhana set them up on a blind date despite already being roommates and having crushes on each other, nsfw

take me the way i am by almostsophie1: kuroken fic where kuroo wants to know if kenma is willing to have sex with him just to "practice", nsfw obviously

spill my guts by wasted: bokuaka fic where akaashi is a massive pining simp and doesn't know what to do about his crush

Legend Has It by sifuhotman: sunaosa crime au??? i literally think about this fic all the time and how it's not finished, such an interesting plot with osamu as a detective and suna is a con artist who has connections to some underground crime syndicates, the last chapter posted legit made me cry, i really identify with osamu in this fic, nsfw in later chapters

Miscellaneous

Apple of Your Eye by Kattythingz: sk8 renga fic but it's if Adam became obsessed with Reki instead of Langa, highkey NUTS how good Adam's characterization is because you want to bash his skull in with a hammer

A Crown of Gems and Gold by Kattythingz: fma edling fic that's basically a rewrite of the entire series but if edling got together soon after their first meeting, the best characterization, action, and dialogue ever utilized in writing, unfinished but ongoing

Always an Angel, Never a God by oktsukki: jjk satosugu au where hidden inventory didn't end as bad as they did in canon, a lot of good healing and characterization

lights out by phollie: hxh killugon fic where killua is just very soft about gon as gon shows him around the island he grew up on

Sword of Damocles by orphan_account: mp100 terumob au fic where teruki asks mob out as a joke but he actually starts to fall for him

[kattythingz]

YJ x FMA Pt. 8

SIKE! BETCHU THOUGHT YOU SAW THE LAST OF THIS STUPID CROSSOVER FROM ME. However, y'all underestimate the power of 1) the edling brainrot, 2) the edward elric brainrot, and 3) ed & m'gann (and kaldur).

Yeah, I have a favorite trio. What are you gonna do, stab me? >:D

Anyway, Crown is sufficiently threatening to fry my brain again, so here's 2.4k right out the gate.

🧡 Pt. 1 💛 Pt. 2 🤍Pt. 3 🩵 Pt. 4 💙 Pt. 5 🧡 Pt. 6 💛 Pt. 7 🤍

The early sun had risen by the time home was finally in distant sight. Superboy squinted against the light glaring straight into his eyes, feeling like he really was about to develop heat vision from the burn. Bialya’s heat hadn’t disappeared from the exhausted corners of his eyes yet (nor had it from anyone else’s, he noted with a glance at his friends), so, really, he was just baking on the inside and outside now. The sand still clinging to his skin didn’t help matters.

He practically shoved his way past his friends as soon as Bioship landed, Sphere following loudly (excitedly) after him. The blast of cool air from the ventilated space swept through his overheated lungs, and he heaved out a reflexive sigh.

M’gann’s giggle from behind warmed Superboy’s ears again, and he twisted toward her with a scowl, where she and Wally were helping Kaldur walk out of Bioship. “Jeez, Superboy,” she said. “Was it really that hot without a shirt?”

His face further warmed at the reminder. After everything he’d accidentally seen of M’gann’s true form during her mind battle with Psimon, he was hyperaware of her… everything. There was much more to her than unfathomable kindness, suddenly, and he—wanted to understand all of it now.

“I thought Kryptonians weren’t bothered by extreme heat,” Wally snorted. “You sure didn’t seem it when you attacked Artemis and—”

“Wally, stairs.”

“Right, right.”

Superboy rolled his eyes at Wally’s complete one-eighty for M’gann. The only reason he’d rushed to help her with Kaldur definitely wasn’t for Kaldur himself. Robin and Artemis pulled similar faces next to Superboy, Artemis’s more annoyed than usual, and they descended the stairs in brief silence, sans Sphere’s “rambling” as she took in the new space.

As soon as Kaldur was steady on floor level, he stood taller in M’gann and Wally’s holds, starting, “I believe I can—”

“You’re still way too overcooked,” Robin interrupted him with a rare sternness. “You look like you’re seconds from passing out. Just let us carry you, dude.”

“Oh, sure, ‘us’. When I’m doing all the work—”

“Uh, I’m here too, Wally,” M’gann said.

“Megan and I! Megan and I are doing all the—”

“God, shut up already,” Artemis scoffed and stalked ahead.

Wally spluttered after her back as the rest of them followed her wordlessly. “Okay, seriously, what is your deal with me suddenly—?” 

“Just walk, kid idiot,” Robin snickered.

The Cave had been silent upon arrival, but their voices eventually began to echo through the halls in a familiarity that Superboy had to admit was a little comforting. As much as he’d hated those initial weeks getting used to the place, the Cave had become home, at some point. He didn’t need super senses to tell his friends felt the same around him.

They paused shortly at the debriefing room when they found it empty like the rest of the Cave. Sphere made a questioning noise at the stop.

“That’s weird,” M’gann frowned at the unlit training circle. “I thought Red Tornado would be waiting for us, at least. We contacted the League as soon as we had radio again.”

“Maybe they’re giving us time to unwind?” Artemis said. “We were gone for twenty-four whole hours.”

“Maybe. I still feel like we’re forgetting something, though…”

Kaldur’s salt water pool was located in the same living area as M’gann and Superboy’s bedrooms, which were just past the kitchen. It was then that they got their first sign of light, from the kitchen lights pooling from the other end of the hall.

Two new heartbeats reached Superboy’s ears as well.

“Wait,” he said gruffly, bringing his friends to a stop. He strained his ears for some sign of familiarity, but nothing rang a bell, and his frown deepened. “I can hear two heartbeats, not from us.”

“What?” Robin tensed. 

“Is it the League, maybe?” M’gann whispered anxiously. “They can want snacks too—”

“Instead of waiting for us in the debriefing hall? No way.” Robin shook his head and, without preamble, drifted a hand to his belt. He signaled for them to take position—M’gann retreating with Kaldur to the back, and the rest distributing against the wall. Robin led them cautiously forward, keeping to the wall adjacent to the heartbeats. 

He risked the barest peek into the living room when he was close enough before nodding to Wally across him.

Superboy heard more than saw the following sequence.

Robin sprung out, birdarang in hand. Wally burst after, ready to zip across to the threat—

And the birdarang flew out of Robin’s hand. 

Wally’s high-pitched yelp sounded right after, and Artemis didn’t wait before shooting out of her spot with an arrow drawn.

“OKAY, THAT’S—!”

“ARTEMIS, WAIT! DON’T SHOOT!”

Superboy stumbled where he, too, had frozen from joining, Sphere bumping his back—and it took him a long, bewildered pause to realize what had disarmed Robin and pinned Wally to the wall in one motion.

A sword.

A familiar sword. Like—

“Ling?!” Robin spluttered. 

Sitting up from the couch, true to Robin’s utter bewilderment, Ling had his arm extended from throwing his sword. Superboy almost didn’t recognize him despite eye contact, because, for a split second, those weren’t the eyes of a friend. But a threat. A chilling one, that hadn’t hesitated at all.

The look cleared in a blink, and Ling was furrowing his brows to say, “Robin?”

M’gann and Kaldur perked up in the corner of Superboy’s vision at Ling’s voice. “Oh, hello, Megan!” she laughed eagerly. “I knew we were still forgetting something!”

“What the hell, man?” Wally cried. “Your first instinct when waking up is to toss your sword at people?! You nearly took off my head!”

Ling’s answering grin came unnervingly easy despite his sword still lodged in Wally’s uniform. “Good thing I didn’t, then! I’d hate for us to have waited for nothing.”

“‘Waited’?” Artemis blinked.

“‘Us’?” Robin said. “Who’s—?”

He paused with the rest of them when Ling shifted wordlessly to reveal the object he’d previously been shielding. The object, that was fast asleep.

Ed. Unbothered by the ruckus, and… tucked close into Ling’s side.

Robin and Artemis must’ve seen something Superboy didn’t, because Robin suddenly chuckled, and Artemis was staring at Ling with a new, solemn emotion.

“Okay, that was kinda cool.” Robin smirked.

“The hell it was! Get this sword off me already—!”

“Oh, quit complaining, you big baby—”

“Mmmmmmhg… Greed? F’ck off alr’dy…”

The rest, joined by M’gann and Kaldur, were distracted by Wally’s soap opera in the corner, so Superboy was alone in watching as Ling’s expression spontaneously wavered with a sad smile.

“Wrong one, sunshine,” Ling murmured, brushing a hand along Ed’s face. 

Superboy frowned at the strange words, but he didn’t get to linger on them before Wally was dramatically released from the sword with a great inhale.

Ling’s gaze flicked to them, like remembering their presence, and whatever tone had burdened him earlier was replaced with a warmer one as he tapped Ed’s cheek gently, crooning louder this time, “Ed, wake up.” He grinned when Ed shifted, annoyed. Without anywhere to escape, however, Ed only bumped into the back of the couch and grumbled, eyes fluttering.

Ling raised a hand to laugh behind. “Láiba… nǐ háizimen zài zhèlǐ. Yáng’eeeeer…”

Robin snapped his head toward those words, a scowl pinching his brow. “Hey! Who said anything about—”

He was cut off by Ed’s eyes peeling open at last.

“Wha’zzat?” he mumbled, touched by the faintest twang. He sat up slowly, loose hair a mess in every direction and red hoodie rumpled. He let out a tiger yawn before blinking first at Ling, and then at the team with a nudge of Ling’s finger.

M’gann was outright beaming as Ed took them all in.

He blinked once, then twice.

“… Wow. Y’all look like shit.”

Superboy was only surprised, then, that it had taken M’gann so long. Ed got no warning before M’gann was flying off her feet and launching toward Ed with an overdue laugh. Artemis caught Kaldur’s weight smoothly, smirking to herself as Ed was abruptly lifted off the ground in a floating hug with a startled yelp.

“ED! I’m so glad to remember you again! I knew I was still forgetting something important, and we were—!”

Ed squeaked, kicking legs in open air, “Uh, th-that’s great, M’gann, but could you—do this maybe on the ground—!” 

Ling let out a laugh at his fiance’s plight, and that sound was familiar, at least. Superboy wasn’t as close to Ling as the rest of the team had gotten during his initial month with them, but he still liked Ling, he guessed. Ling was fun enough to laugh with Robin and Wally, but he also knew to mind his own business. 

Maybe that was why he’d intended for Superboy to overhear Ed’s words before.

“I hope Superboy’s had a chance to punch his asshole dad yet. If he hasn’t, he should get one.”

“Wait, you guys weren’t actually waiting for us here, were you?” Wally’s bewildered question tore Superboy’s attention back to the living room. M’gann had finally set Ed down to his feet, looking sheepish, but, judging by Ed’s smile and pat on her arm, he didn’t mind the lift that much. “I mean, that’d be pretty ridiculous. Considering how long we’ve been gone…”

He trailed off at Ed and Ling’s matching impassive and amused expressions respectively. Wally gawked.

“Seriously?! That’s, like—twenty-four hours!”

“Well, naturally, we didn’t sit here the entire day,” Ling said. “But, even if we had, why is that so strange?”

It was strange, Superboy thought, because they’d clearly fallen asleep waiting for them. Unless it was Batman needing a report from them, nobody had ever done that for them before. Waited.

The realization clearly echoed across his friends’ faces, as they looked surprised between each other. 

“I mean…” Robin started slowly, “it’s not like we never have our missions handled. You should know that by now, at least, Ling.”

“Did he say you didn’t?”

Robin paused at Ed’s unimpressed interjection.

“Nobody said you didn’t have it handled. Ling’s already talked my ear off with your crazy missions.” Ed rolled his eyes toward Ling, who smiled back innocently. “Though, they’re not nearly as crazy as mine, I gotta say. Seriously, only two blown-up buildings in the span of months? You can do better than that.”

“Ed.” Ling’s laugh bubbled out of him much different than before. Easier, now, with Ed around. “You’re hardly the best influence to speak on this matter.”

“Sure, I am. I got shit done, didn’t I?”

“Extremely violently,” Ling agreed.

Superboy’s eyebrows shot up. “So… what? You want us to go around exploding more buildings? Piss of the League even more than we already have?”

“The ‘league’ can suck my metal dick. Why should you care what they think?” Ed deadpanned—causing Wally to choke on his speed-acquired orange juice. Robin made a noise like a laugh and a wheeze into his fist, where M’gann let out a squeak.

“U-Um—!”

Ed blinked at their collective reactions, before tipping back his head with a groan. “Oh, come on. You can’t actually worship them that much. Listen, they’re a buncha adults that refuse to treat you like fellow adults while still having adult expectations of you. That’s hardly—”

Kaldur was beginning to smile now, as was Artemis. 

Ling chortled into his fist, sidling up to Ed’s scowling side. “E-Ed, that’s not—that’s not what shocked them. I’m certain they’re already aware of what you’re saying.”

“Indeed,” Kaldur chuckled. Maybe it was just the amusement in his voice, but he seemed to be breathing easier. Rasping less, to Superboy’s ears. “We are quite aware of that, Ed. Thank you for caring enough to remind us, however.”

Ed opened his mouth to respond to that, before his eyes fell behind Superboy. 

Sphere had reminded them of her presence again with a cheery beep. Superboy heard the surprised skip of Ed’s heart before he blurted, “What the fuck is that thing?”

Superboy perked up without thinking, and Wally snickered, “Oh, you’re gonna love this. Get this: Her name is Sphere.”

Ed was still staring intently at Sphere, too distracted to push off Wally’s elbow from his shoulder, but Ling’s eyebrows shot up.

Superboy’s face warmed, and he scowled. “It’s a perfectly normal name!” he snapped at Wally’s face. “Besides, she doesn’t seem to mind it.”

“Yeah, ‘cause ‘she’s’ a machine—”

“Holy shit,” Ed suddenly interrupted, eyes going wide. “You’re telling me that thing’s alive too?”

“Well, kind of—WOAH, HEY!”

Wally’s yelp went yet again ignored as Ed surged forward, leaving him to crash. Robin and Artemis burst out laughing at him while Ed already had his hands on Sphere.

Superboy’s scowl wavered when Sphere leaned into Ed’s groping with a chirp.

“Holy shit, you are,” Ed breathed. A wide grin split his face. “How is that possible? Are you like Ship? You don’t feel the same, though—you kind of feel like all that stuff from that shitty lab, actually—oh! You kind of have a heart there, don’t you? Hey, Ling, get over here!”

Sphere was downright preening under Ed’s awe, and he was apparently right about her having a “heart”, because she beeped an affirmative too.

“She just feels like cold metal to me, Ed,” Ling laughed when Ed dragged his hand to Sphere’s surface. “I don’t think I can—”

“That’s not what I’m checking, shut up!”

Ling closed his mouth with a grin—expression infinitely softening as Ed’s sharp eyes flicked between Sphere and Ling’s hand. Eventually, he brightened.

“I knew it!” Ed beamed. “That is a heart—kind of. It feels way too close to your pulse to not be one.”

M’gann floated over from where she’d only been watching before. “I thought the same thing!” she exclaimed. “She doesn’t feel quite like Ship, but—”

“She’s definitely still something,” Ed finished eagerly for her.

Wally and Artemis were looking incredulously between Ed and M’gann (that was right, they hadn’t overheard the two bonding in the kitchen), but Kaldur just seemed astounded at their conclusions. He walked over, curious himself now, and Ed scooted out of the way for Kaldur to get a feel of his own.

He waited for a consenting noise from Sphere before lowering his hand.

“You can feel it, right?” M’gann asked, leaning toward him eagerly with Ed.

Superboy smirked as Kaldur visibly considered his next words. “I… can definitely feel something under my hand. Although, I would hesitate to call it a heartbeat, per se…”

“Good enough,” Ed decided. “And, speaking of, why do you look the worst-off between everyone? You’re pale as shit.”

“That is… a rather long story, that I still do not have a full recollection of yet.” Kaldur grimaced. “Perhaps we can tell it after we have all cleaned-up?”

“That’s an excellent idea!” Ling bounced to Ed’s side, sneaking an arm around his fiance. “While you’re doing that, Ed can finally brush his teeth!”

“Oh, because your breath smells so much better—!”

Ling was all smiles as he led himself and Ed to their bedroom, quipping back something that had Ed’s brow ticking. M’gann giggled at the crude reply that echoed, standing to a hover next to Superboy.

“It’s great to be home, huh?” she said to him.

Superboy’s answering smile had nothing to do with Ed.

“Yeah,” he said, eyes stuck on her profile. “Great.”

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[Láiba… nǐ háizimen zài zhèlǐ — come on... your kids are here]

[somepsychopomp]

Come Home To Me pt. 1

i still feel so fucking insane right now. Today I drafted the first chapter of my Edling royal marriage fic where Ling is down insanely badly and wants to have Ed all to himself. i'd make up a better summary if my brain wasn't a withered husk rn but i did my best. This and future updates will probs be posted to my ao3.

Excerpt:

“Edward Elric,” Shen repeated, stroking his beard, “For what purpose must we seek him out?”

The Emperor’s smile widened. “I’m going to make him my Empress, of course.”

(word count: 4,442)

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Edward was glad to be returning to Resembool. 

The day was beautiful, the sky clear and brilliant blue. The rolling fields passed by his train window as he ached for a hot meal at Granny’s table. 

He was tired after a long stint of nonstop field world, and in heavy need of some deep cleaning on his automail, but couldn’t be happier. He had a suitcase stuffed full of research notes and plenty of good anecdotes to share. He didn’t yet know if he’d publish his findings, but he had someone looking forward to seeing them. 

Ed had spent the last four months in the northeasternmost fringes of Amestris, basically living out in the desert with minimal contact with civilization. He wasn’t opposed to the hard work, though. Not when the potential knowledge was so tantalizing. 

He functioned as the alchemical expert for a group of archaeologists from Central. They found fragments of Xerxesian architecture buried in the desert and with them, signs of alchemy. When Ed arrived at the site, it was little more than a bunch of holes dug into the heavy sand and some scraps of stone the archaeologists and their students found.

Ed turned an archaeological graveyard into an oasis. He found the proof that approximately nine centuries ago, Xerxes had a small outpost near what was now the border of Amestris. The older researchers on the team proposed it was a trading hub or colony. Ed had reason to believe it was some kind of remote lab, so experimental alchemy could be conducted safely away from the main populace of Xerxes. 

He wasn’t going to stick around long enough to fight for his point, though. He’d seen what he’d wanted to see and learned what he set out to learn. He was going to be proven right, eventually. So it didn’t matter if he stuck around or not. Even though Ed had done his part and even though the majority team begged him to stay on, promising him additional pay, he knew it was time to come home.  

Alphonse would already be waiting for him, after all. And it’d been almost ten months since they'd last seen each other. 

Ed felt the little warm flurry in his chest grow with excitement. Yeah, they were both adults now, it felt natural for them to want to do their own things. And they did, planning their own trips in pursuit of their individual interests. But they were still brothers and he couldn’t wait to see Alphonse again. 

Not that he’d ever admit it to Al’s face, but Ed still kept a beaten up copy of Alphonse’s first published research paper in the lining of his suitcase, ready to shove it into the face of anyone who dared to not call Alphonse Elric the greatest alchemist currently alive. 

And admittedly, doing so made Ed feel painfully like the late Maes Hughes. Maybe he finally understood why a man would be possessed to carry documentation of his family everywhere he went. 

But that was all behind him now. As all things came to an end, so did his voyage. The train pulled into the station and Ed jumped off the very second he was able to, hauling his heft suitcase in one arm as he ran for the waiting figure on the platform. 

“Brother!” 

Ed smiled. The two of them embraced and it really did feel like coming home. 

“I didn’t keep you waiting long, did I?”

Alphonse laughed. He looked about the same as before their split. Still so tall, still so strongly built. A happy far cry from the emaciated body Ed pulled out of the gate. It was insane, how Alphonse looked so much like their dad now. And he imagined that when Al looked at him, he saw Hohenheim in Ed’s face, too. As much as Ed was loath to imagine it. 

Al kept his hair short as well, while Ed’s had only gotten longer and longer. Alphonse noticed, of course he did, and waved around the end of Ed’s braid. 

“Are you ever going to cut this thing?”

“Never.”

Trisha Elric had long hair, so Edward Elric had long hair. Though maybe at this point, his was longer than even hers had been. It was getting hard to remember now. In his faint and watercolored childhood memories, it didn’t matter how long his hair was because hers always seemed longer. He was sure if he looked at one of Granny’s old photos of her, he’d see differently. 

Funny, how the mind played tricks like that. 

Alphonse tried and failed to take Ed’s suitcase as they walked to the Rockbell household. Ed swatted his hand away. 

“Just let me carry it, Al. It’s heavy.” 

“That’s more reason why I should take it. You’ve lugged it across the countryside, why don’t you let yourself rest for once?”

Ed blew the stray hairs from his eyes. Maybe his bangs could do with a trim, at least. He’d have to see if Granny or Al would be willing to take up the scissors for him, Ed didn’t trust himself enough to make it look halfway decent. 

The two of them chatted about nothing in particular, saving their best stories for when they could put their feet up and enjoy a drink together. Or at least that’s what Ed thought was happening, but he couldn’t help but notice Al was relaying details about minute town gossip with more enthusiasm than expected. 

“Everything alright, Al?”

“Of course, why do you ask?”

Ed shot him a sideways grin. “You’re a shit liar. What’s up?”

Al huffed and puffed but eventually, Ed needled the truth out of him. 

“Well, we’ve got company, actually. They’ve been in town for a few days already. And once they found out I was picking you up from the train station, they insisted on seeing you today.”

“Huh?” Ed scoured his cramped head for any plan he might’ve missed. Did someone he know say they were coming to visit? He asked, “Who is it?”

Al smiled, mischievous in his own right. “You’ll see.”

That made Ed wonder if it was someone from the military. Probably not the newly-promoted Brigadier General Bastard, so maybe someone else?

When they arrived, he didn’t see an extra car outside. On the porch, Ed did his best to shake the sand out of his coat pockets and boots before stepping inside. Immediately, he was hit with the fusion scent of coffee and motor oil. Tension he didn’t even know he was carrying drained out of his body as Ed called out, “I’m back!” 

No click-clack of mismatched paws came running in response. It was still hard to remember that Den wasn’t around to greet them at the door anymore. 

Ed left his suitcase by the door as Al led him into the kitchen, where Granny was sitting at the table with a grouchy looking old man and a young woman with dark hair. They all turned to look at him and it felt like an electric current was sent through his entire body. No way… 

“Lan Fan!” 

She still had the same sharp, dark eyes that Ed remembered from when they were younger. She stood, her expression lighting up at the sight of Ed. 

“Edward Elric!” 

She bowed for him, which felt downright silly. They went so far back, after all. And if Lan Fan was here…

“What are you doing on this side of the desert? Where's Ling? Is he with you?”

The old man cleared his throat and stood. He looked like the kind of guy Ed could easily imagine in the upper echelons of the military or a Xingese court: gray hair and beard, humorless expression, one hand wrapped tight around the curved handle of an ornate, darkwood cane. He was wrapped in loose, emerald green robes while Lan Fan was dressed how Ed remembered her. All black. 

“It is my obligation to accept questions and negotiations on the Emperor’s behalf,” the old man said. He spoke in an extremely thick Xingese accent, but enunciated his words with care. He shot Lan Fan a look, “Is it not?”

Ed’s mood soured slightly. Whoever the old fart was, he wasn’t interested. 

And yet, the old man said, “I am His Majesty’s most senior adviser, Yao Shen. I was sent at His Majesty’s request to locate one Edward Elric and deliver a message.”

To me? Ed wondered. 

The last time he spoke to Ling was when they were teenagers. The idea of trying to contact him again crossed Ed’s mind over the years, admittedly much more than once. After all, Alphonse kept in contact with Mei. He’d even made several trips across the desert to see her and study alkahestry in Xing. 

But Ling just felt so different. He got crowned as Emperor when he was seventeen! And Ed remembered so well how news swept across Amestris of the child king in Xing, who apparently went on a sojourn through their country only a year prior to his coronation. Ed just had no idea how he could ever reach across the world to someone like that. 

So he never did, as cowardly as it was. And seven whole years had gone by since they were a pair of teenagers fighting to save the world. Ed was twenty-two now and thought his chance to see Ling again, no matter how slim, was gone. 

But now Ling’s closest and most loyal vassal was in his kitchen. With a weird old man to boot.  

“Yes, yes. We’re all here for one reason or another,” a new voice said. Ed looked over to see Granny stirring a big pot on the stove. She said, “But all of that can wait. It’s supper time and my boys must be hungry.”

Lan Fan didn’t seem to be in any rush. And if she wasn’t treating this like it was urgent, it probably wasn’t. The five of them sat down at the table, where Ed got to eat a heaping bowl of Granny’s famous beef stew with fresh bread. For a few glorious minutes, he forgot he was being a poor host by not participating in the conversation while he stuffed his mouth. 

Subsisting off of dry rations for four months left one starved for flavor.

Once he had some proper food in his belly, he finally took note of Lan Fan’s arm. It had the super polished look of someone who’d just seen a mechanic, not like Ed’s brushed metal limbs.

“You’ve been taking good care of your automail,” he said. 

Lan Fan smiled. She held out her hand to let it catch in the light. “Your grandmother has been generous enough to do some maintenance on my arm these past few days.”

“Is that right?” Ed asked. He didn’t even bother to correct her, that Granny wasn’t related by blood. It still surprised him. Ed knew Granny was partially retired these days; she didn’t take on new clients anymore, just did repairs and cleanings. 

He was glad she agreed to take a look at Lan Fan. Xing, as he was told, sorely lacked automail mechanics. Too bad Winry was up to her ears in work in Rush Valley, he knew she would’ve loved to ogle at a good arm. 

Granny said, “As someone who’s seen my fair share of automail in all sorts of shapes and states, it’s my professional recommendation that you have yours examined by a mechanic at least once a year.”

“That is simply not possible, given her immense obligations,” Shen said. 

Ed and Al shot each other a knowing look. Why on earth was Lan Fan traveling with this old fart? 

“The Emperor sends for an Amestrian mechanic whenever my arm becomes too damaged to operate,” Lan Fan said, as simple as if she was commenting on the weather. 

Ed stared at her, mouth agape. As someone who’d gotten into far too many fights to count over the course of his life, some of which ended up in his automail getting completely shattered, he wondered what kind of things Lan Fan had endured in recent years. 

And by extension, what all that meant for Ling. Ling, who was not here but felt the need to send Lan Fan in his stead. 

Lan Fan turned to Ed and Al. “Now, tales of your exploits have been reaching Xing for years, but it’s often impossible to tell what’s fiction and what’s fact. I would love to know what the Elric brothers have actually been doing since we last crossed paths.”

It was a little hard to tell if she was actually interested or just changing the subject. Ed didn’t press either way. Alphonse, either by using some secret telepathic power or just knowing how Ed operated, stopped him from running to get his copy of Al’s research. He instead gave a summarized version of his studies on combining alchemy and alkahestry. 

As their bowls ran empty, Ed figured it was time to broach the subject of why they had guests at all. 

“So what’s the message meant just for me?” he asked, bracing an elbow on the table. 

Shen seemed unphased. “Unfortunately, it directly involves the security of our Emperor and must be delivered in private.”

“Oh?”

Ed turned to Lan Fan. Up until now, she seemed warm and inviting, a huge difference from her stoic self he first met. But even she shook her head. 

“I must agree. It can only be given in complete secrecy.”

Ed resisted the urge to grin. Whatever it was, he could easily imagine Ling landed himself in some sort of trouble and needed help from the former Fullmetal Alchemist. Ed might’ve quit the military and lost his ability to do alchemy, but he was still a force to be reckoned with. 

“Fine, then. I know where we can talk.”

Bidding Al and Granny a temporary goodbye, Ed led his two guests out of the house and up a dirt path. The sun was starting to set now, just touching the horizon and bathing everything in blinding gold. The air here was warm but not dry like the desert. It was damp and full of life. 

Ed guided them up a hill as the ruins of his childhood home loomed ever larger. He didn’t stop when they reached the derelict structure, stepping over scorched wood beams and the old stone foundation, leading them into the heart of his family’s house. 

“What is this place?” Lan Fan asked. 

Ed stopped just short of the stone stairs that led to the basement. No one in Resembool came up here. Maybe they were too afraid to, maybe it was a sign of respect. He noticed that no signs of vandalism or graffiti cropped up over the years. 

He put his hands in his coat pockets and said, “This was my home when I was a child. Now why don’t you answer me this, what did you come all this way to tell me?”

+++

The order from her Emperor to travel to Amestris without him was quite a shock to Lan Fan when she first received it. Not to mention His Imperial Majesty wanted her to guide Advisor Shen. He was so old, she honestly thought this could’ve been a ploy to have him perish in the desert to finally be rid of him.

The old man wasn’t happy about it either, even though he did his best to conceal it. 

Alone in a private audience with the Emperor, he bowed profusely and repeatedly while asking, “A thousand pardons, my Emperor. But what exactly do you wish an old man like myself to achieve in Amestris?”

Shen was a spoiled member of the Yao clan’s lesser nobility who used to be a close personal friend of Ling’s father. He climbed considerable heights by constantly praising the last Emperor, only to now find himself serving a much younger man with no interest in keeping his father’s past friends wealthy. 

It was rare that Lan Fan was ever out in the open too, but as her Emperor specifically wanted an audience with her as well, she stood side by side with the old adviser. 

His Majesty smiled serenely at Shen. “Your task in Amestris is to seek out Fullmetal Alchemist Edward Elric. Lan Fan is to escort you, seeing as she’s one of the… maybe two or three Xingese citizens who actually knows what he looks like.”

If she could speak freely, Lan Fan might have protested as well. She could never leave her Lord vulnerable, even if he did have other guards and the entire Imperial army at his disposal now. 

He cast his gaze upon her, expectant. She knew precisely why he wanted to find Edward Elric. She was perhaps the only person in the world who knew, who he trusted to know.  

And she took that trust very seriously. It was not her place to approve or disapprove of his desires, only to see them fulfilled. 

“Edward Elric,” Shen repeated, stroking his beard, “For what purpose must we seek him out?”

The Emperor’s smile widened. “I’m going to make him my Empress, of course.”

Lan Fan was staring straight ahead when he said so, arms on her knees as she knelt and awaited further instructions. But she would have loved to see Shen’s face if his startled, haggard coughing fit was anything to go by. 

His Majesty’s smile grew terse. “Something the matter, Shen?”

“Oh, well… I- I cannot… my Lord…”

“You cannot what? Condone my decision? You object, is that it?”

“No, no! I would never, your Imperial Majesty!”

He grew silent as the Emperor stood, his silken robes falling around his powerful frame. He descended the steps of his throne and Shen once more pressed his forehead to the floor in subservience. 

“Stand up.”

They both did so. 

The Emperor produced his right hand from the length of his robes and pulled a golden ring from his finger. It was newly made, polished to a mirror shine.

“Shen, you will take this ring and guard it well. When you find Edward Elric, you will hold my ring up to his image. And when you do, remember which is more impressive.”

+++

Yao Shen only ever wanted to live comfortably. And for many decades, he did exactly that. He wore nice clothing of moderate detail, had multiple sons, kept his head low in court, and was rewarded with a lifetime of servility by being named a chief advisor in the imperial court. Now, however, he thought he might just reach his end. In a foreign land surrounded by alien peasants, no less. 

Because his Emperor was correct. Edward Elric was more splendid than gold. 

At first, he hadn’t been happy at all to make the trip across the desert. He bitterly cursed his ill fortune under his breath, knowing full well His Majesty’s dog was his sole traveling companion. Then it was a matter of locating the insignificant village that the famed Fullmetal Alchemist came from. And even then, they could not rest until they found Edward himself. 

And when they did finally see him in person, Shen had not been very impressed. Edward Elric was clothed like a simple traveler, in plain garments and a rugged red coat. No silk, no gold, no silver. His boots were caked in dirt and his gloves were stained a reddish brown from the desert. His complexion was less than fair, his face tanned by the sun to a degree that most matchmakers would deem unacceptable.

Not to mention the fact that the boy referred to His Imperial Majesty, the Son of Heaven, by his given name! Had that mistake slipped anyone’s lips within Xing, they’d be executed. 

But everything changed when he saw Edward Elric in the sunlight. 

In the glow of the setting sun, Edward Elric looked like a lion. His long blond hair framed his face and reached his lower back. Shen was aware that it was common in Amestris for men to keep their hair short, as preposterous as it was. One’s body was a gift from their parents and to cut any part of it was to disrespect them. Edward Elric had very respectable long hair. 

And his eyes. The palace menagerie kept a host of exotic animals, including actual lions. The Fullmetal Alchemist had the eyes of a fierce and unflinching warrior, so bright and piercing. It was clear he’d seen and won many battles, but he wasn’t a brute, either. No, his were a set of dangerously intelligent eyes. 

It wasn’t necessary, Shen knew when he’d been defeated, but he could never deny an order from his Emperor. So he reached into his pocket and produced a small bundle of cloth. With trembling fingers, he unwrapped the golden ring entrusted to him and held it up to Edward Elric.

Both shined with a sort of blinding brilliance, as if the sun itself wished to pour all its warmth over the boy’s shoulders. He perfectly matched the descriptions of the Great Sage of the West, the founder of alkahestry. Any dignitary worth their salt would know what an auspicious sign this was… and that the young Emperor tragically chose his future concubine well. Very well. 

+++

Ed blinked, going cross-eyed as something small was held in front of his face. He leaned back, seeing that it was a golden ring. Thick and heavy-looking, too. 

“Uh…”

He moved to reach for the ring, unsure if that was what they wanted, but the old man simply tucked it back into his pocket. He cleared his throat. “Thank you for humoring an old man. Lan Fan, tell him.”

Was it just his imagination, or was she smiling ever so faintly? 

She stepped forward and said, “His Imperial Majesty, the Emperor of Xing will be arriving in Amestris in three days for a diplomatic mission. He will be arriving in Central City to speak with your Fuhrer and parliament and is scheduled to remain in your country for fifteen days. While he is here, he wishes to see you again.”

Lan Fan produced a small package from a pouch in her belt and presented it with both hands. “He asked me to give you this gift as a token of his earnestness.”

Ling wanted to see him?

Lightheaded, Ed accepted the gift. It wasn’t heavy at all.

Lan Fan raised her brows. Open it. 

So he undid the twine wrapping. It wasn’t what he expected, not that he had any idea what it could be. Ed held up the length of silk to the light. It was a long, thin strip of crimson cloth embroidered with gold. It was beautiful. He didn’t know what it could possibly be for, but he appreciated it. After all, 

Ling remembers me…

“Tell me something,” Ed said, running his fingers over the cloth, amazing as how smooth it was, “How has he been, all these years?”

“He has been well, thank you for your concern,” Lan Fan said. “He is looking forward to having your company once more.”

+++

Once Shen was excused from the throne room and it was just the two of them, Ling didn’t feel like sending Lan Fan back to her post as his invisible hand. He needed a friend right now. 

Sighing, he said, “It’s been a long time, Lan Fan.”

She nodded. “It has.”

Almost a decade had gone by since they last saw Edward Elric. 

He thumbed at the hem of his robe, thinking. “What if I’m too late?”

“You must not lose hope, your Majesty. He is still not married. Even if there was someone standing in your way, what real threat could they pose to you?”

He nodded, thankful as ever for her steadfastness. Unlike his endless officials, servants, and his stupid siblings all vying for his favor, Lan Fan had earned it long ago. He respected her opinion far more than many of theirs, as well. And if she had faith in him, perhaps that was a good sign. 

He wandered over to the windows behind his throne, whose light reflected off his gilded ceiling and his crimson pillars. The imperial palace sprawled before him, more wealthy than any other country he knew of. 

What would Edward think of it all if he could see it now?

He was going to see it, Ling reminded himself. He’d waited long enough, now was the time to finally act. 

The last time they saw each other was as children at the tender age of fifteen. Ling’s father held onto his throne for little over a year by no small miracle, but of all his brothers and sisters, it was him who was crowned successor before he was even an adult. 

He spent the first few years of his reign cementing his rule and keeping his country stable as power changed hands. He protected the Chang clan from extinction, elevated his own, improved trade and relations to the east, and chose peace treaties over war declarations. Now he was turning his efforts into improving relations with the west. 

The common folk such as his farmers and merchants loved him too, he made sure of it. Edward was born of common blood, after all. And he was famous across the world for his efforts to help those that could not help themselves. 

If he could, he would send Lan Fan to seek out Edward alone. She’d do it in half the time if she didn’t have a bag of bones tethered to her. Even though Yao Shen was a member of their own clan, Ling never really liked him. He was slow to adapt and too haughty for his age. But he was also a valuable pawn. Given his seniority among palace staff, if Ling could convince him that Edward was worth more than his weight in gold, the rest of his courts would follow suit without any effort on Ling’s part at all. 

Yes, convincing his people was the easy part. The least predictable element in all his plans was Edward himself. Unsurprising, but Ling wouldn’t have it any other way. 

At the age of twenty-two, he felt so old yet still so impossibly young. He knew he had a whole life ahead of him yet, but could not find it in himself to wait a moment longer. 

He closed his eyes and made a promise to himself. No going back from this point, no more waiting. He was going to have an Empress, this he knew since he was fifteen. 

So no matter the cost, Yao Ling was going to have Edward Elric.

[spoopy-sloth]

I am a huge believer that Ed and Ling are all about pillow talk. Gotta talk about trauma and speak words of love into the night

[number1greedlingfan]

For the ask game from a bit ago, could I hear about SIS?

yes u may hear about my Self Indulgent Slop :] <3

Concept: Al is not the only one that picks up strays. (Ling and/or Greed end up living at Ed's apartment via silly circumstances.) Just your typical roommate AU where Ed is tormented by the two worst guys he knows.

Here's a snippet that's probably way too long dhsjfkas

Ling had never thought about what his elusive roommate did for work, but as he watched him down an entire cup of coffee so dark it looked like sludge and then move on to frustratedly butter a slice of toasted bread, he began to wonder. Ed hadn’t even been home for fourteen minutes. It was six-thirty in the morning. “Edward,” he asked, rolling over onto his stomach on the pull-out couch, “Are you making breakfast or an extremely late dinner?” Ed spared him a brief glare. “Is that a serious question?” He said with far more snark than necessary, eyes trained back on the piece of bread. “Stupid fucking,” he muttered under his breath, “How do people even do this?” “Ed.” He slammed the incredibly greasy knife down. “What? What do you want freeloader, can’t you see I’m busy?” “Typically,” Ling sat up on his elbows and idly kicked his legs behind him, “You only butter one side.”

[edlingao3feed]

Want It Need It

radioactivespiderblood https://archiveofourown.org/works/60167533 by radioactivespiderblood After play fighting turned to something more Ed has a little freakout. Greed is forced to talk some sense into him. Words: 595, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Edward Elric, Greed (Fullmetal Alchemist), Ling Yao Relationships: Edward Elric/Ling Yao, Edward Elric & Greed Additional Tags: I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Implied Sexual Content, Internalized Homophobia, no beta we die like men, the great camping trip of 1914, Arguing, Post-Coital, POV Third Person Limited, POV Edward Elric, Past Tense, Mentioned Ling Yao - Freeform, Spoilers, LGBTQ Character of Color, Non-Canon Relationship, Gay Edward Elric, Ling Yao Needs a Hug, Edward Elric Needs a Hug, Horny Teenagers, Teenage Drama, Unreliable Narrator, Shut Up Kiss, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Making Out, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Wordcount: 500-1.000, Play Fighting, Rough Kissing, First Kiss, Complete This post was automatically generated from an RSS feed of all new AO3 works tagged 'Edward Elric/Ling Yao'.

[kiingleoturtles]

Satisfaction AU timeline

Okay I feel the need to do a masterpost about the different fics in this timeline in order so you get this. Fic titles have the link to the fics in them.

She Wants Me (To Be Loved)

Focused around Martel and Olivier's past relationship in this timeline as well as Martel and Dolcetto's friendship, and will end up having a LOT of angst to it. I'm actually working some more on this today so I'm gonna try and update it more regularly.

From The Start

Focused around Greed and Dolcetto's past relationship and also will end up having more to do with Martel and Dolcetto's friendship. Will get more angsty as it progresses but for that to happen I need to go work on it again.

Just For Tonight

Originally titled "Edling Week 2024 prompt fills" this is focused on Edward and Ling's one night stand. I do want to rewrite this at some point because I half assed it due to the week being when I had my mocks in school, so maybe I'll do that at some point.

Satisfaction Feels Like a Distant Memory

The fic that started it all, focused around my two faves Ling and Greed. It was originally just going to be a buddy comedy with no real plot that would be centered around Elicia and Greed but we've come pretty far since then. This might actually be one of my favourite things I've ever written, and I really hope I'll be able to finish it someday in the future. If you're looking for badass lesbians, gay idiots in love, children containing eldritch horrors or teens who can't really control the alchemy they invented, then this is the fic for you.

(Just want to tack on a quick thank you to my friend @yelenapines here. This fic - or this universe - wouldn't be as long as it is if not for your encouragement bud, it's a real confidence boost. Maybe someday you'll end up writing your own fic and I can comment on it with the same amount of energy you do with this. So sincerely, thank you for everything.)

And that's it so far! But if I end up adding more fics onto this timeline then I'll be sure to update this!

[meggannn]

Gold from Fire Ed/Ling, Greed | 4k | teen

After several weeks on the road, Ling has learned how to sense brewing arguments between his companions even from the corners of Greed’s mind; a very useful skill, when traveling with Edward Elric. Unfortunately, most of his advice goes to waste.

Excerpt:

Ling stalled, one fork out. “Ed? You sure you don’t want any of this?”

“Not hungry.” A loud rumble sounded from across the room. The idiot had probably gone to bed without dinner, too angry to face the others downstairs and too worried about their dwindling funds to order room service.

Ling rose, taking his meal, and waved the carton in front of Ed’s nose, smiling when his closed eyelids twitched. “It’s already paid for. Growing boys with automail need their nutrition.”

Edward jolted up, grabbed the carton, and dug in. If there was a way to eat a meal out of spite, Edward Elric would be the one to do it. “You’re an asshole.”

[cuchufletapl]

how to speak (modern AU)

Triple drabble for Edling Week 2024. Day 5: beauty / kismet / triumph / horizon.

@edling-week

AO3

They spend the last days of June togther, but they don’t do any of their previously planned stuff. Sprawled on the sofa, they play Mario Kart, not bringing the matter up, the fan whirring at top speed. Ed loses with a blue shell yell of rage, and Ling’s Princess Peach crosses the finish line laughing.

“Rematch?” Ed offers, but Ling declines.

They leave the controllers between the cushions and get out to the veranda. Summer is plucking out the few flowers left in the unkempt garden. I don’t know how to do this, says one of them. I don’t either, says the other. It’d be nice if things didn’t have to be this way, but c’est la vie.

Ling is leaving the day after tomorrow. His exchange studies program only lasts one year.

“Are you done packing?” Ed asks, crouching on the grass, shredding a poppy.

“I’ll start tonight.”

“And what if you run out of time, moron.”

“Hey.” A friendly tap with his foot. “You can’t speak like that to the 150cc podium king.”

“Only three out of five times!”

Ling laughs. The cicadas get frightened and quiet down when they hear him, and the sudden absence of their song falls over the boys like a heat wave blanket. Sighing, Ed stops pretending to be so terribly annoyed at losing on the Wii and stands up. He sticks his hands in his pockets, all nonchalance.

“You know that place Al talks about sometimes?”

“Where he took Mei on their first date?”

“The river pools with the tiny waterfalls, yeah. It’s pretty beautiful. And you can jump into the water from like eight meters high.”

“Mm-hm?”

“When you come back, I’ll take you.”

Ling smiles and takes one of Ed’s hands out of his pocket to interlace their fingers.

“Deal.”

[harpers-tartarus]

Roy: Mae’s my sons won’t talk to me

Mae’s, who has a toddler and not two teenagers: uhh give them some candy??

Ed, sneering "What am I a child?"

Will still accept the candy as a bribe, tho

Al, who does not have a stomach, however, will simply toss the candy in to his armor, pretending it tastes so good as it clatters down to his feet lol

[octochick]

just remembered that Tina as a demon is immortal but Bagi isn't

[hijinks-n-lowjinks]

Everyone please go read my friend @kattythingz edling fic A Crown With Gems and Gold, it’s a literary masterpiece, her writing is like no other and she’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever known

[kattythingz]

cw: blood

“I thought I’d lost you,” Ling rasped, closing his eyes. “Please, Ed, don’t… don’t ever scare me like that again.” “Ling—” Ed’s voice was barely a hush. “I’m sick of losing people, yáng’er.” Ed’s own words to him tore out of Ling’s weary chest before he could stop it. “Please.”

Link to my fic here!!