#edward elric x y/n

[fairy-writes]

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

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t here to make friends. 

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

The exam proctor clapped his hands together, 

“You have two hours. Good luck!” 

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

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

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

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

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

Something about your voice makes his heart stutter. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mustang quirks an eyebrow,

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

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

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

You give a mock bow and straighten,

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

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

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

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

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Before you two can start bickering, Mustang interjects.

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

Just like he was. 

Dogs of the military.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could never get over how pretty they were. 

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

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

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

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

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

He only got like this when you were around. 

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

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

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

That gets him to shut up real quick.

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

You continue to talk unabashed,

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

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

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

Instead of living in denial. 

[zaimta]

彡EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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||Homecoming||

Summary: The brothers finally come home.

Pairing: Edward Elric x Reader

Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Family.

A/N: @infj08pellizzari​ This is for you! Hope you enjoy it!!!

You liked to believe you were born under an unlucky star. It had to be that and no other explanation.

Granny Pinako had told you the story. Of how your mother had stumbled to the Rockbell’s door, in labor and with no one else with her. Being doctors as well as the kind people that they were, Yuriy and Sarah Rockbell had rushed to help her. That labor had been long and hard, but in the end they were able to deliver you safe and sound. 

However, the same could not be said about your mother.

She died due to complications during birth and was buried in a nearby cemetery. You still visited her from time to time and left flowers there, wandering what kind of woman she had been.

Seeing as you had no one to claim you, and with the Ishvalan War ravaging the country, the Rockbells didn’t want you to get lost in the system by the government. So, they decided to adopt you and raise you alongside their biological daughter Winry, who was only a year older then you were.

You were treated and loved the same as Winry, who was excited about the prospect of a baby sister. You grew up healthy and strong, and from an early age showed an interest in your adopted parent’s profession.

While Winry was the automail lover in the family, you were fascinated by the human body and how you could help to fix it. Under your parents tutelage, you showed great promise in becoming a doctor, or even a surgeon if you wanted.

Life was happy and carefree. Full of love, laughter, friends and family.

But a dark cloud was looming over the horizon. And it would cast a shadow over you that would effect you your entire life.

The first sign of trouble came in the form of your best friends, Edward and Alphonse’s father leaving them. 

Within the same year, they lost their mother to the plague. You were devastated for both boys, whom you had known since you were able to walk. It hurt to see them so sad. You and Winry made a pact to look after them as best as you could.

But the tragedy did not stop there.

You were eight years old and Winry was nine when the news came about your parents demise.

How they had been killed in cold blood while helping a few Ishvalan citizens who were injured. Winry had hugged you and cried and cried, then again you were no better. You were lucky enough to have Granny with you, but that still didn’t help ease the pain that you had been orphaned a second time in your life.

It had to be some cruel trick no?

The both of you copped in different ways.

Winry threw herself into perfecting her automail craft and becoming a brilliant automail engineer for miles around. You on the other hand, took to studying your parents books for long long hours. Devouring every text in their small library, before ordering for more book via mail.

This was your way of being close to them, of keeping their memories alive. At times you could almost feel them standing behind you guiding your hands as you tended to a sick or injured individual who came to your home. It didn’t take long for you and Winry to gain a reputation. Granny was extremely proud saying that your parents legacies of helping people would live on in both of you.

And when Edward and Alphonse returned from their alchemy training, the little hole in your heart began to mend. The four of you, plus Granny and later Den your dog, were like a family. You would all eat together and play together. 

Though you were the third oldest of your group, with Alphonse being the youngest by a few months, that didn’t stop you from stepping up and taking charge when the situation asked for it.

You would be there to take care of Winry when she would work through the nights to create an automail. Ready with food and water or whatever else she needed. She was your sister, your best friend and the both of you loved each other like anything. For Alphonse you always helped him wherever you could. Given his kind nature, you were always ready to defend him should he get into a fight at school. On more then once occasion you had returned from school from a fight after having punched a bully who was making fun of Alphonse. He was your little brother and you protected him fiercely. 

And as for Edward?

The both of you shared the same protective streak when it came to your siblings. So it was no surprise that the both of you bonded over that. But it was more then that at times. You tried your best to be strong for Winry. She had always been kind and sensitive and allowed her emotions to rule her, just as Alphonse did. There was a certain innocence about her that needed to be protected. And you stood as a wall in front of your sister to protect her from it. You tended to hide your real feelings most of the time.

But when you were with Edward? Even at nine years old, you would share everything with him. From the smallest of thought that occurred to you during the day, to your most recent book of surgery. Edward was the same with you. He would share his own findings about alchemy and everything that was on his mind. It was no surprise that the both of you were best friends.

You told each other everything.

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So when he and Alphonse performed human transmutation to try and bring their mother back, you were shocked to say the least.

But that part came later.

The part that shocked you the most was finding a suit of armor standing at your door and carrying a bloodied Edward.

An Edward who was missing an arm and leg.

You spent the entire night with Granny, tending to Edward and making sure his wounds did not get infected and were closed properly. Not to mention he had lost so much blood that he had to be monitored.

Once he was stable, Alphonse had told you what had happened. What they had tried to do.

And all you could do, was stare at the near comatose state of your best friend and wander where had you failed him?

Where had you failed as a best friend to have not picked up on something so important.

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The question stayed with you for a long time. Years almost.

In those years, Edward began to use automail for his missing arm and leg. He also became a State Alchemist. And though you were proud of his accomplishment, and of his new mission of gaining back his and Al’s body, the question continued to haunt you.

Where there had been closeness, there was now always a gap between the both of you since that fateful day.

It was only ever picked up on when the both of you were in one another’s company. And since the brothers traveled so much no one really picked up on it. Or so you thought.

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After the whole fiasco up North, you and Winry had to be smuggled away to be kept safe. It wasn’t easy, wandering around the countryside to keep out of the hands of the enemy. Enemy you still had no idea about since the brothers refused to tell both you and Winry much.

All you knew was that they were extremely dangerous. And if either Winry or you fell into their hands, they would use you both to draw out the two brothers. 

One of them, Kimblee, had already held you hostage, to try and get Edward to cooperate. Luckily you had been saved, but the haunting look in Edward’s eyes, the utter fear in his features lingered in your mind day and night.

You had been passing by Resembool when the urge to return home had risen within you. So, you had done the smart thing. You had left your sister with a note before sneaking out into the night and made your way towards home.

Of course you hadn’t been expecting Edward to be there. Along with some new people. But you didn’t care about them. Edward was your main concern.

And considering the last you had heard of him had been rumors about him falling to his death you had all but tackled him in a hug that had him nearly turning blue. One of the Edward’s friends, Ling or Greed or was it Greedling?, had called you Edward’s girlfriend, and how he never stopped talking about you.

The accidental confession had you blushing slightly, though it was nothing compared to the amount of blood that rushed to Edward’s face. You were almost afraid he would faint, or punch the man in the face. But he did neither.

Instead he took your hand and led you out of the house to get a little privacy.

Once the both of you were at a safe distance to avoid being overheard he finally turned to you.

And he did not look happy.

“What’re you doing here without any guards, Y/n? You know how dangerous it is for you to be alone. And where’s Winry?” You sighed, knowing this was going to be a long conversation. “Winry is fine, she’s with the guards. They’ll probably get here in a day or so and well.....” You suddenly felt a little unsure of your decision to come here. “I came back early because I-I missed home.” You finally admitted, raising your head to glance in the direction of the house from where you had just come from.

Though there were hardly any lights on, the house still looked open and welcoming. Because it was home.

Tears stung your eyes and you tried your best to wipe them away not wanting Edward to see but he did anyway. A feeling of guilt bubbled in his chest as he watched you. “I’m sorry. I know its because of me that you, Winry and Granny had to leave and go into hiding.” He said, to which you quickly shook your head. “No, Ed! Its not your fault. Its whoever is looking to hurt you through us. Its their fault.” You proclaimed passionately. Though that simmered down rather quickly as you turned your gaze towards the heavens to look at the stars that twinkled down at the both of you.

“Sometimes, I just wish that things could go back to what they were.” You admitted. “You. Me. Winry. Alphonse. Granny. My parents. Your mother. Life was so simple back then. None of us knew just how much we would appreciate it.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself. “If I could go back I would do it in a heartbeat. You were so happy. We were all so happy.” Even with Edward standing right behind you, you couldn’t help but feel.....alone.

So alone.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear or feel when Edward moved towards you. His arms came up to wrap around your torso, trapping your arms in the process. A startled gasp fell from your lips. You felt him lean his forehead against the back of your head. There was a momentary pause, where your brain seemed to wander when he had gotten so tall. But that was completely lost in the haze of feelings that took over your very soul as you shifted your own arms to wrap around his, squeezing them closer as you drew comfort from his embrace.

“I promise life will be happy again Y/n.” He whispered softly, his breath tickling the back of your neck. “We will all be happy.”

Despite the crushing weight of despair that had threatened you a few moments ago, in Edward’s arms, you felt at peace.

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Since that night under the stars, you had begun to harbor a warmth within you. A warmth that only seemed to grow each time you thought about Edward. He had to leave soon afterwards, but not before promising, once more, to come back safe and sound.

It had been months since you had seen him or Alphonse, or even heard from them. Normally it would alarm you, but you had faith in your boys. Winry certainly did. 

On the plus side the both of you had shifted back to Resembool. Granny too. But with protection. The two guards were still around to make sure no stranger came along, but it proved to be a little difficult since your home served as your base of operations as an automail workshop and a makeshift hospital.

You had gotten rather good at treating people. And were even thinking of giving the exam that would have you earning the license you needed to become a professional doctor.

Which was exactly what you were doing that day. You had gone out early to post your application, and would probably hear back from them in a week or so. During your walk back, you marveled the countryside as it bloomed in the spring. The wind played with your hair and you could hear Den barking in the distance, probably playing.

A smile pulled at your lips as home came into view. There were three figures outside, something you could make out form the distance. One of them was Winry and the other two? 

As you drew closer, as your vision cleared, your eyes widened. Where you had been walking you slowly began to hasten your steps. One after the other. Until you were running.

Running

Running.

Running.

Before crashing straight into the arms of both Edward and Alphonse Elric.

You were sobbing tears of joy as you held the brothers close, as you kissed the top of Alphonse’s head and held his face in your hands to look at him closely. “Its you! Its really you! Oh! Alphonse! You’re back little brother!” You wiped at your tears before hugging him once more. Alphonse returned the hug just as fiercely as it was given.

“Hey he’s not the only one who got his body back!”

So maybe Ed was feeling a little left out.

You turned from Alphonse to look at Ed flexing his very human hand. With one arm around Alphonse, you reached out with your other to grasp Edward’s human hand and smiled at him. So full of hope and joy that Edward returned the smile with a tender one of his own. And as he intertwined your fingers together, Winry moved to throw her other arm around Alphonse and smiled through her own tears as they all simply sat there and basked in one another’s presence.

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The house was quiet. Everyone had gone to bed. You stood in the doorway of Alphonse’s room, your gaze gentle as you watched the younger boy sleep. He was truly there. Well and truly there and your heart felt as if it would burst with happiness.

“Couldn’t sleep?” A voice from behind made you look up at Edward and give a small shrug. He too came to stand beside you. Your gaze flitted to his newly restored hand and you couldn’t help yourself as you reached out to hold it again. “I feel like I’m dreaming. That any moment I’ll wake up.” You admitted, not looking away from where your hand held his.

His grip around your palm tightened, but only slightly. “You and me both.” Edward admitted with a soft laugh. “But if this is a dream.” He turned to look at you the same time you did. Your eyes met, and you felt that warmth within you surge to a roaring flame.

“I don’t want to wake up.”

[ransprang]

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

When you kneed him

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your kneecap,

Admin Sav

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an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~04~

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Y/N stood on the platform of the bustling train station, the steam billowed around her. Y/N's eyes widened as she caught sight of the familiar red coat and blonde braid, unmistakably belonging to Edward Elric, stepping off the train with a determined expression. As she approached them, a warm smile gracing her features, Edward's golden eyes met hers. Alphonse, his armour gleaming in the morning light, offered a gentle nod of acknowledgment, Major Armstrong accompanying them. And as they set off into the sunrise, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within her, knowing that maybe they were so close to getting hold of a philosopher's stone, so close to helping the boys get their bodies back. 

As Y/N, the Elric brothers, and Major Armstrong arrived at the first branch of the national library, they were met with a scene of devastation. The once grand building now lay in ruins, charred remnants of books scattered around like fallen soldiers on a battlefield. The acrid smell of smoke still lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had befallen this place of knowledge and history. Y/N's heart sank at the sight, knowing that the information they needed had been lost in the flames. Edward clenched his fists in anger, "Who could have done this?" he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and rage. Alphonse, his younger brother, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, silently sharing in his grief. Major Armstrong, usually boisterous and full of energy, stood solemnly beside them, his usually jovial demeanour replaced by a sombre expression. The four stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they tried to make sense of the senseless destruction before them.

As the sun rose further over the bustling city of Central, the teens walked alongside Major Armstrong towards Central Command, their expressions heavy with sorrow and frustration. Their footsteps echoed through the quiet streets, the early morning light casting long shadows behind them as they made their way towards the heart of the military headquarters. Y/N glanced over at Ed, his golden eyes clouded with a mixture of anger and disappointment. The loss of Marcoh's notes weighed heavily on all of them. They reached Central Command, the halls of the military headquarters were quiet at this early hour, the only sound was the soft shuffle of their footsteps against the polished floors.

Ed and Al were now being escorted by 2nd Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh. They were tasked with protecting the brothers until they found Scar, the seasoned military duo sharing a surprising piece of information with Edward and Alphonse - a young girl known as Sheska possessed an extraordinary talent. She had memorised the entirety of the first branch of the national library. As the group travelled through central command to where she was slowly rewriting important documents that were in the library.

They walked into a bleak closet swamped with books and papers, there was a small table with a woman hunched over writing something. She introduced herself as Sheska, a former library clerk with a remarkable memory. Intrigued by the potential of Sheska's abilities, Edward approached her with an offer - to transcribe the notes left behind by the alchemist Marcoh. As Sheska eagerly accepted the task, she was confused on why they wanted recipes rewritten. But he eagerly insisted. The Elrics and Y/N observed her meticulous work, each word she penned down unravelling page after page. Through Sheska's dedication, they left with 13 recipes, Edward wrote out a check for her and they left. 

The sun shone brightly overhead as Y/N, Edward, and Alphonse made their way back to the hotel, with Ross and Brosh trailing behind them. They were tired but buzzing with excitement after successfully obtaining Doctor Marcoh's recipes. The atmosphere was charged with excitement; these recipes could reveal hidden truths in the realm of alchemy. Edward, with his messy golden hair and determined eyes, held tightly onto the leather folder that contained the valuable documents. 2nd Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh stood in the room with the teens confused, they had heard whispers of the elusive Philosopher's Stone and its power, but what does that have to do with cooking recipes? “You really think cooking recipes could hold clues to the Philosopher's Stone?” Ross asked, her brow furrowed in disbelief. Edward crossed his arms, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “You'd be surprised, we alchemists keep our notes in code” Alphonse nodded. “They're in code so only the alchemist who wrote the notes can understand what is written.” Brosh stood even more confused "If only the alchemist who wrote the notes can understand then how are you going to decipher it?" Ed chuckled "Good old fashioned hard work".

With determination, the teens sat down at the table papers shared between them, the scent of parchment filling the air. They spent hours poring over every word, tracing their fingers over ink. Slowly getting more and more frustrated, getting nowhere with deciphering the texts. As night fell, the room drowned in candle light. Y/N glanced up from the paper, her eyes drifting to the clock on the wall—it was almost eleven. "Are you alright?" Ed asked from his spot across the table.  

"Yeah, I should probably give my dad a call to let him know I won’t be coming home tonight," she replied, rising from her seat.  

"You don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to; I’m sure we can manage without you for the evening."  

"No, it’s fine. I want to help," she insisted, making her way to the phone in the corner of the room. Y/N punched in her home number, but after several rings, there was still no answer. She tried again, but the silence persisted. "Well, I guess I gave it a shot," she murmured.

A week had passed since Edward, Alphonse, and Y/N had set themselves to the task of deciphering the recipes left behind by Dr Marcoh. Days melted into nights, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the trio and the puzzling words on the pages that lay strewn across the heavy wooden table. Edward's brow furrowed in concentration, his golden eyes darting between the scrawled words written by Sheska and Y/N's eager annotations. Alphonse’s armour shimmering gently in the dim light, leaned in closer, while Y/N's fingers danced over the pages, seeking any clue that might guide them forward.

The sound of a firm knock echoed through the small hotel room, drawing Y/N’s attention away from the scattered pages that cluttered the table. She glanced at Edward and Alphonse, who were deeply concentrated studying. “I’ll get it,” Y/N said, standing up and smoothing her clothes, her curiosity piqued about who could be visiting them. As she opened the door, a burst of excitement filled the air, and there stood Sheska, a bright smile lighting up her face. “Y/N! I hope I’m not interrupting,” she exclaimed, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation. “I just wanted to see how you guys were getting on with the recipes!” Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile back. Edward, his arms crossed and leaned back in his chair. “Not getting very far at the moment” Alphonse chuckled dryly, his voice echoing slightly in his armoured shell, as he peered over Y/N’s shoulder at the new arrival. Sheska let out a soft sigh, her shoulders drooping as her spirits sank. "Don't fret, Sheska. We’ll figure it out," Alphonse reassured her, eager to shift the conversation. "By the way, have you had any luck finding a new job?" 

"Huh? Not yet..." she replied with a light laugh. "But with your incredible memory, I’m sure you’ll have no issues!" Y/N said, stepping closer and giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Just then, the door swung open with a bang, and in strode Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, his energy infectious. "Hey there!" he called out, waving enthusiastically as he approached the group. "Uncle Maes, what are you doing here?" Y/N turned to face the man face full of confusion. “Well Roy said you guys would be here, and I’m on my lunch break and thought I’d swing by, I’ve got to go back in a minute though I’ve got so much to do” He smiled. “After the first branch library burnt down it set us back, all those court documents and incident logs, all of them gone” He sighed. Edward’s brow cocked, “First branch huh?” All three teens turned to look at Sheska. She stood confused for a second “What! It is true I did read and remember everything in that library.” she spoke, scratching her chin. Hughes stood up from his chair and grabbed Sheska “Huh?! You have an amazing talent, let’s go get all the paperwork out the way we are going to give you an amazing salary!” And with that Hughes left dragging Sheska as he walked. The Trio was left alone once again.

2nd Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh stood before the door of the room, a sense of unease creeping into their hearts. The sun had long dipped below the horizon, painting the sky a deep indigo, yet the Elric brothers and their companion Y/N had not emerged for hours. It was unusual for them to remain cooped up in a hotel room, especially when food was readily available just downstairs. With a shared glance, the two soldiers exchanged an unspoken agreement; it was time to check on them.

Ross knocked gently, trying to quell the worry that bubbled within her. “Ed? Al? Y/N? Are you in there?” There was only silence in response, the kind that stretched on uncomfortably, making her instincts flare. Brosh, ever the more boisterous of the two, stepped forward and pounded on the door again, this time with a bit more urgency. “Hey, guys! It’s Brosh! We just wanted to make sure you’re all okay! Do you need anything?” His voice echoed down the quiet hallway, the only energy breaking the stillness of the evening.

“Look, we’re coming in,” Ross declared, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted them was unexpected; the room was littered with papers and alchemical drawings, a dark atmosphere hanging in the air. Ed stood hunched over a table, his golden hair falling into his eyes, while Al sat across the table from him, his head in his hands. Y/N sat opposite, slouched in the chair next to Edward, back facing the door.

“What happened?!” Brosh exclaimed, concerned. “Are you guys just frustrated because you can’t decipher the code? It has been ten days.” Ross spoke flatly. “We did decipher it…” Ed spoke unmoving. Ross’s eyes lit up “That’s great!” Edwards fists clenched “There’s nothing great about it!” His fists punching the table.”This really is the work of the devil…” The two soldiers stood with more worry on their faces, “What’s wrong?”. “The main ingredient of a philosopher's stone is… Human life.” Ross and Brosh stood in the dimly lit room, the weight of the recent revelation hanging heavily in the air. The words of their commanding officer echoed in their minds, chilling them to the core: a philosopher's stone was made from the very essence of human life. The implications were staggering, and as they exchanged glances, a shared understanding passed between them. In all their training, they had been taught to uphold the values of the military, to protect and serve, but this knowledge shifted the ground beneath their feet. 

Y/N sat cross-legged on the chair, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts. Edward and Alphonse Elric, the brothers she had come to admire deeply, were lost in their own reveries. The air was thick with a tension that felt almost palpable; the knowledge of the Philosopher's Stone loomed over them like a dark cloud. Y/N glanced at Edward, his golden eyes reflecting a mix of determination and despair, while Alphonse's quiet demeanour seemed to echo the sorrow that hung in the air. It was a silence that begged for release, yet none of them dared to breach the subject that had brought them to this moment. 

Edward stood and turned towards the soldiers, “You cannot tell anyone about this, act like you have never heard anything.” They stood soundlessly nodded and left, leaving the teens alone.

Feeling the ache of their pain, Y/N decided to break the silence, her voice soft yet steady. "You both have fought so hard, haven’t you?" she said, her words almost a whisper. Edward turned to her, his expression softening as if she had shone a light into the cavern of his soul. Alphonse nodded, the metal clinking softly as he shifted. "Sometimes, it feels like we’re just chasing shadows," he admitted, his voice tinged with a sadness that felt achingly familiar. Y/N reached out, placing a comforting hand on Alphonse’s armoured shoulder, her heart swelling with empathy. In that moment, they were no longer just a girl and two brothers on a quest; they were kindred spirits, bound by their losses and hopes.

[lilyundertaker]

April bullies day 4 - Lil bro's girlfriend

Pairing: bully!Edward Elric x reader, Alphonse x reader;

Genre: college AU, one-shot, smut;

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, 18+, vaginal penetration, blowjob, fingering, bit of violence;

Synopsis: Ed and Al are infamous troublemakers, but it all changes, when Al meets y/n, who become his girlfriend, so to get back at his brother, Ed decides to fuck you.

The Elric brothers were known far and wide for their mischievous behavior and creative pranks they pulled on the mass of students. They were the kings of your school, and everyone were their subjects, allowed to be tormented however they saw fit.

Due to their father’s influence, they rarely got any punishments and even if they did, it would only be suspension from school, which they enjoyed a lot. But despite missing school, they would pass all the tests anyways, because it was impossible for the sons of the great Van Hohenheim to fail at anything.

It all changed drastically, however, when Al, the younger of the pair fell in love with y/n – a simple and kind girl, who despite being pranked as well, saw something in Al, leading to a blooming relationship. Such things didn’t sit well with his brother though, who now instead of being a king, became a lone wolf. As Al stopped his diabolic behavior and, on your beckoning, began to focus more on academics, Edward was now made to look like the villain.

Edward being Edward, kept gluing people’s belongings to random surfaces, swap random students notebooks in different bags, pour his coke on whomever he deemed “too happy” for a Monday morning and even went as far as to beat people up, when they spoke against him or wouldn’t do his bidding.

All the backlash he received would quickly turn to hatred, and who better to blame than y/n – his lil bro’s pathetic nerd of a girlfriend.

He did attempt to put you in your place by casually pulling your hair, tripping, or pushing you in hallways and even stealing your clothes, while you were on PE, but it wasn’t long till Al intervened and defended her.

“What the fuck is wrong with you Ed? Can’t you seriously stop this childish behavior and start acting like an adult?” he chastised his brother before getting you as far away from there as he could. It was after this incident that it clicked to Ed. You weren’t the problem – his brother WAS. And so, Edward began to devise plenty of strategies on how to get back at Al for this. “What better way to put that little shit in his place than fuck that nerd!” he exclaimed to himself and before long he set his plan in motion.

Using the day, when his brother had to go for a health session therapy, due to his weak immune system, Ed casually pulled you in an empty classroom once the lessons were over.

He held a hand against your mouth to prevent you from shouting. “Hello there little sheep. You’ve just been caught by the big bad wolf.” He mused before throwing your body against a wall, making you crash to the floor right afterwards.

“Now, let’s have some fun, shall we!” he said and pulled you up by the shoulders, only to bend you over one of the student’s tables. While he held your neck with one hand in a painful grip, the other one lifted your uniform skirt and brushed over your clothed cunt.

“Such a lovely thing you are. Shame that I’ll have to destroy that pretty picture of you.” He said before pulling your panties to the side and plunging a finger knuckles-deep into your pussy.

“My, my, look how wet you are.” He teased and added another finger into your tight walls.

“Judging by the tightness of this pussy, Al hasn’t fucked you yet now, has he?” Ed sniggered whilst adding a third finger, which made you squeal in displeasure.

“Don’t go crying on me darling. I’ll make sure to stretch this pussy out just fine, so that you’re all ripe and ready for my baby bro.” and with that he pulled out his fingers and unbuckled his trousers to pull out his rock-hard cock.

“Mind you, that this will kinda hurt, but you’re a good gyal n I’m sure you’ll pull through.” He cooed before slowly entering your cunt, making sure to enjoy every last bit of torture that he inflicted on you with the stretch. As he was all the way in, he pulled out in the same agonizingly slow pace and entered you the same way again.

Your eyes were so tightly shut from the pain, your body so tensed up that it felt as if any minute you would explode. You sobbed quite loudly, but you doubted anyone would here you at this place, at this time.

“Relax there baby, otherwise you’ll suffer more.” Ed whispered in your ear.

Despite hating him so much at that moment, you obliged and tried to relax your muscles as much as possible, allowing Edward to slide in and out of you more easily. He took your state as a sign to build up his pace, until the whole desk was shaking from the power of his thrusts.

The slapping sounds of his balls against you pussy made you want to throw up there on the spot, however, you couldn’t deny it that the feeling had become nice, pleasant even. You cursed yourself, when a moan slipped passed your lips, spurring Edward even more, if that was possible.

With encouraging traces of hi hands under your shirt and over your nipples you stopped shying away from the moans that were begging to be released from your throat. With each passing minute you became more daring, your moans louder and the air against you even hevier.

Edward leaned lower to suck hickies on your neck – a mark of ownership and proof of his deed to throw in his little brother’s face. Glancing upon his artwork he felt so satisfied that he came deep inside of you only a few moments later, and as he pulled out, he was fascinated by how much cum leaked out from you.

With few brutal thrusts of his fingers you came down hard on his hand with this being the first orgasm you ever experienced in your life.

“All right. Since we got some more time, I guess I’ll bless your mouth as well.”

Before you had the chance to rise fully up, Edward had walked around the table and forced your head down. He positioned his cock at your mouth and thrusted upwards, throwing his head back in pure pleasure, feeling overwhelmed and satisfied with his actions. Oh, I will take a picture of Al’s face, once I tell this to him, he thought and kept fucking your throat with his harsh thrusts.

In less than 5 minutes Edward came again, but this time he pulled out, to release his seed all over your face – yet another mark of his ownership over you.

At this point you were emotionally exhausted, not to mention – ashamed of the acts that took place in this classroom. But the sharpest knife in your gut was the fact that you had enjoyed Edward’s cock as he had fucked you raw. In your head you were goddamn sure that Al would never show such primitivity nor such harshness, but currently, you seemed to crave more of it, more of Ed. And hopefully, next time he’d make you cum more than once.

As Edward pulled his trousers back up, the door suddenly burst open with a loud bang and Al came in. He could barely comprehend the whole situation once he saw you laying on a table, your skirt pulled up, panties bunching down at your ankles and the essence of his brother leaking out of you.

“Sorry to disappoint you brother, but you’re a little late for the show.” Said Edward, an evil grin plastered on his face from the sweetened victory and an even sweeter trophy he had decide to rip away from his little brother COMPLETELY.

[junejoestar]

Request By @toxiicwastee

Bound To Steel

Alphonse Elric x Reader

Alphonse stared at you, his partner. Your smile, the ability you had to smile. He gazed at your skin, he wanted to feel it, he wanted feel it with his lips. Yet he had none. Ed had told him your skin was soft and that you smelled nice. Which is something he had to do often ever since you two started dating.

Would it be weird if he held your hand? Would you get annoyed because of the metal?

But here he was, sitting next to you as you ate your cookies Mrs. Hughes oh so kindly baked for you and Edward. Did you actually love him or was Edward paying you so Alphonse wasn’t so sad?

You leaned your head against Alphonse’s arm, “I love you Al,” you said. “If I have to die for you to get your body back it’ll be worth it.” You smiled. Alphonse was taken aback, did you really wanna sacrifice yourself for him like Envy suggested? You couldn’t, he didn’t wanna live without you, you would die! “That’s murder…” Alphonse replied, “So? It’s equivalent exchange just like Ed says, a life for a life.” You said taking his helmet off. “H-hey give that back!” Alphonse yelled. You shook your head as Alphonse fought you for the helmet, but you just held it closely to your chest, slightly squeezing it. “Don’t you want your body back Al?” You asked, “Not if people die because of it!” Alphonse said as his voice shook. You dropped his helmet on the floor before covering your stomach. Alphonse put his helmet back on before getting off the bench, he was in front of you bending down wiping your tears. They would probably stain his armor but he can always wash it after. “There’s other ways I can get my body back, we just have to find them. There’s no reason for you to cry about it.” Alphonse told you. You nodded and hugged him, anybody walking by would be confused on why a 14 year old was hugging a suit of armor. And honestly Alphonse was confused too, nobody gave him affection anymore, 4 years. Edward treated him like a human still, but he was never that affectionate. He ran his glove through your hair, being as gentle as he could not wanting to pull it. “I love you too Y/N.” Alphonse said responding to your previous statement.

Edward walked out of the shop not bothering to look at you both, “Well, we have to make a stop at Granny’s.” He sighed tiredly.

[abandoned-ax]

Hey guys giving a little update!!! I have a full metal alchemist series that I wrote one part for but I haven’t uploaded it on tumblr yet cause I don’t know if anyone would be interested in it. Iv got one Bnha request that Iv been working on and I’m looking to get the next part of I’m on the team out super soon!!

I hit a little bit of a writers block so I’m sorry it took a bit for me to write this next part but please stay tuned I’m super excited about it!!!

Requests are open BTW!!!

[snowflakeanimelover]

Beautiful As Can Be

Relationship: Edward Elric x Female Reader

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Warnings: Fluff :), cute, compliments, friends to lovers technically, reader has both legs as automail, past accident trauma, insecure reader

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Edward has never been happier in his life to see his best friend after one year. Her hair grew longer, and she was a bit taller. He was still at least an inch taller than her, but he was nervous that he’d be the one shorter than her if she grows any further. She claims many times before that she’s done growing, but that was before he left to become a State Alchemist.

Even now, watching as she smiles at the shopkeepers and studies the vegetables or fruits laying on top of tables, he didn’t realize how in love he really was. The way her long hair flows with the wind and not tied up into a ponytail in which she always has it in, he notices how much she hasn’t really changed. Her personality was there. Her looks have matured a bit, but still the same. 

But the one thing he has noticed is the way she dresses. No more shorts, above knee skirts or dresses…now it’s been pants or long dresses. To the point where you couldn’t see her automail legs.

“Ed.” Her voice as smooth as butter brings him back to reality. “What are you staring at me for? It’s embarrassing.” She giggles lightly. “What do you say? Should we add carrots to Granny Pinako’s stew?” 

It was hard for him to process her words, but he looked away with a red face. He had no idea he was staring at her for so long. Even seeing the shopkeepers’ smirk made it obvious. He cleared his throat before nodding. “Y-yeah. Carrots in her stew sounds good.” 

Even so, he couldn’t help but to look back at her covered legs. The strong winds that day brought the dress up just a little bit, showing her automail legs by not that much. Memories of the day before he left were all he could think about when looking at her. A day they both could never forget.

She was caught under rubble during an attack. Her legs were sacrificed to save a little boy. He and Alphonse managed to get her out of it, but they didn’t get to save her legs. They were gone for good. Seeing her cry before and during the process of getting her automail legs, it breaks his heart. 

He still wonders how he can apologize for never coming by to visit and seeing how she was doing. Was she heartbroken with having no normal legs? Was it difficult for her to get used to her new legs? So many questions, so little time for him to get answers.

“(Y/N)...” He mindlessly calls her name as he follows her through the market. She hums in acknowledgement. “Are you…” He pauses, taking a deep breath to ask such a question. “Are you embarrassed about your legs?” Although he was kicking himself in the shins at the moment for asking such a personal question, he still wanted to know. It was important to know.

She froze in the middle of the walkway, her face turned away from his. He waited patiently for her to answer. “I…um…I didn’t think you’d notice.” She says. Something seemed to have caught her attention when she whirled around towards him, eyes so wide they were as big as plates. “I-I’m sorry, Ed! I don’t mean for it to be so…um, since you have automail, too…Not that it’s embarrassing for me that you have them! I mean – what I’m saying is that they actually look really good on you…but…” She rambled off, her face getting even more red the more she talked.

They look good on me…? He thinks with a blush growing on his cheeks.

Edward smiled at her, gently taking a hold of her free hand with his gloved one. “(Y/N)...can you tell me why?”

(Y/N) looked away. “People…stare at me. Not that kind of admiring stare, you know? They are more of…judging stares.” She mumbles. Edwards eyes widen in surprise as he listens. “It just…it makes me feel…not normal. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find someone to marry. Will a guy even love me for having not natural legs for a woman?”

His grip tightens a bit on her hand. A shadow grows over his eyes from his bangs as he growls. “What…? How could you say that? You are more beautiful than any regular looking woman!” He yells out. “If anything, the automail makes you shine brighter!” He was so determined to make her feel better, he didn’t realize everyone around them started to pay attention.

“E-Ed…” She mumbles shyly.

He brings her hand to his lips, softly planting a kiss onto her knuckles. Her face practically exploded with the gesture. “If there’s no man that’ll take you as their bride….then I will.”

“Ed!” She shouts, whacking him across the head with the basket of food she was carrying. He shouts out at the unexpected attack, covering his head with his hands. “You idiot…” She grabs his hand, quickly guiding them out of the many eye sights. 

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Bonus:

“So, promise me you’ll show off your legs more.” He demands when they get back home.

“Stop! You’re embarrassing me…” (Y/N) blushes.

“Actually, scratch that. I prefer it to be me being the only one to see them.” He smirks to himself.

“Ed!”

[mikeys-magic-graveyard]

Edward Elric X Gamer/Nerdy Girl A glimpse of what it’d be like for Edward to date a girl that streams, plays games from console to pc to handheld, and loves all kinds of nerdy shit from movies, to comics, to anime, and cartoons.

Edward x nerdy gamer girl

i think we can all probably assume he's just like you!

he probably likes horror games even if they make him scream like a little girl.

some of his top picks are resident evil, dead by daylight, and just any VR horror game.

sometimes you guys manage to rope al and even winry into this chaos as you all stream together

eds doing the most screaming and unexpectedly, none of this shit phases al.

it probably goes down something like this, legend: Ed Al you

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT OMFG Y/N SAVE ME HOLY SHIT" "ooh a kitty!!!" "AL NO WHAT THE FUCK ITLL KILL YOU GET THE FUCK AWAY" “ED JFC CHILL ITS OK ILL SAVE YOU” “dont worry ed im fine! :)” *catdad0014 has died* “oh, ok guess im not”

he probably watches all your nerdy movies with you

his favourite is probably some alien movie. specifically Men in Black.

overall yall r both nerdy fucks and wouldnt have it any other way <3

[fairy-writes]

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

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

APPLE PIES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

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

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

Notes: POST-FMAB EVENTS

AND THANK YOU RU

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

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

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

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

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

It always did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was one of the things you love about him. 

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

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Hi ! I looked over your rules and guidelines many times and am hoping I understood them fully!! If not I apologize so much- anyhow ! I was wondering if i could please request a Comfort/Fluff Prompt: Edward Elric (FMAB) with Reader with the prompts: 1 - 47 “Don’t be scared, I’m here” and 1 - 56 "just breathe okay?"

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The request is perfect, thank you so much for putting so much care into requesting properly!! 🥰🥰

Edward Elric x Gender Neutral Reader

How did everything started going wrong so quickly? One moment you were fine, having a nice time with Ed and Alphonse, and the next you were absolutely miserable.

You sat in the steps, letting the rain soak you. At that point, you didn’t care anymore. You didn’t have it in you. In any case, you didn’t have the strength to stand up and look for shelter. All you could do was sit there and cry your eyes out, trying to take in the situation. Trying to get used to the heartbreaking idea that someone could do such a horrible thing.

“Y/N...” Edward’s voice startled you out of your sad thoughts.

You opened your mouth, trying to say something, but couldn’t. The strong and constant pitter-patter of the rain would have overpowered the sound of your weak voice anyway.

Ashamed to be crying still, you hung your head low as Ed walked closer to you. Shaking from head to toe, you watched him sit down next to you with the corner of your eye.

“H-How...” You began to say, doing your best to pull yourself together. “How’s Al?”

“He’s okay” Edward quickly replied, scooting closer to you until your sides brushed. “Don’t worry about him, how are you?”

When he hesitantly put his arm over your shoulders, your feeble act and your fake strong facade fell entirely. Your bottom lip trembled and you loudly sobbed, putting your hands over your face to conceal your tears.

“Don’t be scared, I’m here” Ed took his jacket off and put it over your frame. "Just breathe, okay?"

You tried to do as he said, breathing through your violent sobs. Exhausted, you leaned against him and allowed yourself to cry your anguish away.

“I-I still can’t believe...” You didn’t finish the sentence, finding the thought too painful. “It’s just...”

“I know, but it’ll be okay” Edward’s voice was full of firm determination, even if you detected a hint of sadness that he tried to conceal. “We’re together, that’s what matters”

You sobbed on his shoulder, trying to remember to breathe. Ed gave you all the time you needed, silently sitting with you and rubbing your arm for comfort.

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edward elric with a s/o that is autistic and selectively mute .. ^^

Pairing: Edward Elric x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: K. Romance. A/N: Alright so I do hope I did this right! I'm really nervous about writing a character with autism and selective mutism but I do hope that I did an alright job and I don't offend anyone! Also the moment in the end happens after the whole major fight and everything, so Alphonse has his body back, and Ed his arm.

Communication was something you had struggled with for as long as you could remember. Even as a child, when you had shown up at the Rockbell house, you had struggled to get even two words out. But the people that lived there, the Rockbells, only assumed that you were lost. And with the state you had arrived in, one could only deduce that you were an orphan. Perhaps because of the war? Whatever it was, Pinako Rockbell had decided to gather you in her arms and carry you home. You were such a tiny thing. Yurih and Sarah Rockbell had tried their best to deduce your age, but it had been difficult even for them, given your lack information on yourself. Finally, they had decided it was not important. What was important, however, was that you were safe, and with caring people.

Winry had been a little apprehensive of you at first, but her mother had advised her to be kind. And so she had taken you under her wing. She would take you by the hand and the two of you would spend hours exploring. And while you stayed silent, Winry would chatter enough for the both of you.

She even took you to meet her two friend, Edward and Alphonse. And though you had hid behind your new friend, finding the two new boys a little scary, you had slowly come out of your shell.

Over the years, you did show signs of speaking. But those moments were rare and far in-between. And every time you did speak, there was always an emotional outburst from someone.

Like the first time when you had called Winry by her name, and called her your sister. You had then proceeded to acknowledge her parents as your parents, and Pinako as your granny. Oh the tears that had been shed, and though you didn't really understand why they would react so, you did smile widely and accepted their embraces and sweet kisses.

Your next interaction was hilarious. You had been playing with the Elric brothers, alongside your sister when you spied Edward trying to take a heavy tool from Pinako's work bench. He had needed to jump up high to try and get the desired piece of equipment. Edward turned to look at you, and your eyes met. Raising a hand and pointing at the golden haired boy you spoke one word.

Short.

Needless to say, Edward had keeled over at the sorrow of having that word being the first you said to him. Alphonse had laughed and laughed until he had to lie on the floor, while Winry had giggled and hugged you in congratulations. You honestly didn't understand Edmund's reaction. You had only stated the truth.

Moments like these always sought to bring you closer to your loved ones. And though you didn't speak for a good year or so after your parents death, you did come back from it.

And that too happened when you saw the pain and suffering that Edward and Alphonse felt after they tried to get their mother back. You didn't know what had happened, wasn't really able to understand it. All you did know was the Alphonse was hiding in the armor, and Edward was hurt.

Hurt bad.

You had sat beside him during his recovery, and had helped however you could. From getting him food, water or new sheets, your tasks were minimal, yet it brought you some satisfaction. That you were able to make him comfortable.

You had been very sad to see him and Alphonse leave, but Edward promised he would be back, and you knew he would never break a promise. And you had made a promise to him, that you would try and talk a little bit more. At least with the people you were familiar with. He had smiled and patted you on the head. You were both the same height at that point of your age, and you had smiled brightly at him in return.

Over the years you had discovered that if there was one thing you were good at when it came to communication it was through flowers.

Every flower held a different meaning. A secret message. From an early age you had filled books upon books of research and notes that detailed every last piece of information that could be found on flowers, both local and rare.

Whenever Edward and Alphonse would return from one of their trips, they would bring you new books about flowers and you would devour them in days.

It was here that you started to speak. You had a certain confidence in your knowledge of flowers. From the very tips of their roots to the softness of their petals. Winry and Pinako would listen to you speak for as much as you were able. It was slow progress, but it was something. And though you were mostly still a very quiet person, you were able to communicate a little more.

It was during that time, when Edward and Alphonse returned for one of Edward's leg repairs, that you decided to show them your new-found skill. Flower crowns.

While Winry worked on Edward's leg, you managed to drag both brothers out into the open ground around the Rockbell house. Alphonse was more then happy to indulge in your new activity, wanting to spend more time with you. Edward was simply content on lazing around and laying on the ground with his arms behind his head.

You spoke to Alphonse at length about every flower the two of you were adding to your flower crowns. You had picked a bunch of flowers for the occasion, to make a crown for everyone.

Winry, and Granny and Den, and Alphonse and Edward,

You had stopped talking sometime ago, but Alphonse had continued speaking, telling you about all the adventures he and his brothers had had, all the people they had met.

Your gaze flickered over to where Edward lay a few paces away. You glanced down at the flower garland in your hands before glancing back at the boy. Alphonse seemed to have understood your little dilemma. He gave you an encouraging nudge and a nod. You rose to your feet, slowly walking towards him, leaving Alphonse to place Den's flower crown on his head.

You stood over Edward, prompting the boy to open one eye and gaze up at you.

"What is it Y/n?" He asked, grumbling softly at having his semi-nap disturbed. Silently you held out the crown you had made for him. Edward sighed, sitting up and holding a hand out to take it. You smiled happily as you lay the delicate garland in his hands. Edward gave a small smile before asking.

"What do these mean?" He gently ran a finger along the white petals of the flowers.

You took a deep breath before explaining. "They're called daisies. And they're used to represent many things when given to someone else. Some of them are, purity, joy, new beginnings, and innocent love." At the last part Edward seemed to freeze up, his gaze turning to meet yours as you smiled down at him. The wind picked up a little as his mind raced. He was more then aware then when it came to you, things were taken in the literal sense. And he may be stupid at times, even he admitted it, but he had known you long enough to understand you completely.

Though you would never come outright and say it, you conveyed your feelings through your actions or with flowers. And right now, he couldn't help but allow a small smile to pull at his lips.

With a blush creeping along his cheeks, Edward slowly stood up. Standing in front of you, he raised the crown to his head and allowed it to nestle against his golden hair. Your eyes widened in absolute delight as you clapped your hands and let out a small joyful laugh. And Edward Elric fell all the more in love with your sweet nature.

Though he had already been halfway there over the years, this moment simply confirmed it.

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Hello! Can I ask for an Edward Elric x FMAB uniform kink? Thanks so much!

Kinktober 2023

Edward Elric - Uniform Kink

“Why did we decide to help the Colonel with cleaning up his storage again?’ Ed complained loudly, as he lifted a box of old memorabilia from the dusty attic floor.

“It’s the least we could do for our ex-fuhrer.” you admonished. “You don’t want him to throw his back out, fumbling with the boxes here, do you?”

Ed grumbled some more, but continued to clear away the space. 

You knelt to pick up the box labelled ‘To throw’. The lid was slightly open and you peered in to find the old Amestris uniform. You pulled out the shirt and exclaimed, “Mein Gott, was ist das?” 

Ed looked over at you and grimaced, “That’s just the old man’s stinky uniform. Throw it out,” he replied before going back to packing.

Devious thoughts went through your brain, and you secretly shoved it into your bag when he wasn’t looking.

Later that evening, when the two of you had returned home, Ed was lounging on the sofa and you were feeling bored. You got up to get ready for bed. 

As you stood in front of the bedroom mirror, you couldn't help but glance at the uniform you had swiped from the attic. It hung there innocently, the military insignia catching the dim light of the room. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips as she contemplated her next move.

With a mixture of curiosity and excitement, you decided to try the uniform on just for fun. After all, how often did one get the chance to dress up like a high-ranking military officer? You carefully slipped out of her own clothes and into the uniform, buttoning it up and adjusting it as best as you could. It was a bit baggy on you, but it felt surprisingly comfortable.

You admired herself in the mirror, striking a few poses and imagining what it must have been like to be part of the military. You couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence and power as you looked at your reflection.

Just as you were about to take off the uniform and put on your pajamas, the bedroom door swung open, and in walked Ed, rubbing his eyes sleepily. He stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in shock as he took in the sight of you in the uniform.

For a split second, something strange happened in Ed's mind. He thought he saw Roy Mustang, his old military officer, standing before him. His sleep-addled brain couldn't process it properly, and he blinked in disbelief. Then, reality crashed back in, and he realized that it was you dressed in the uniform.

Ed's expression quickly shifted from surprise to a mixture of confusion and mild disgust. "What the hell are you doing, Y/n?" he asked, his voice tinged with annoyance.

You, not one to back down, decided to take advantage of the situation. You approached Ed with a playful grin and a seductive tone in her voice. "Well, Ed," you purred, "I thought it might be fun to play dress-up tonight. Don't you find a woman in uniform... appealing?"

Ed's cheeks flushed bright red, and he stammered, "Y/n, this is ridiculous. Take that off right now!"

But you were undeterred. You stepped closer, running a finger along the collar of the uniform. "Come on, Ed," you whispered, "I've always had this fantasy of being with a man in uniform. Please, just this once?"

Ed's resistance wavered as he looked into your pleading eyes. He grumbled under his breath, "You're crazy, you know that?" But against his better judgment, he found himself reluctantly agreeing. "Fine, but just for a moment, okay?"

You practically squealed with delight as she helped Ed into the baggy uniform. It was a comical sight, given that Ed was significantly shorter than the original owner of the uniform. You both burst into laughter as they struggled to get it to fit him properly.

You grinned, feeling victorious. "I knew you'd come around, Colonel Ed." You playfully saluted him.

Stepping closer to you he holds your chin with one hand, "I still think you have been a naughty girl though Liebe. His eyes drop to your lips as he closes his eyes and leans in. You close the gap and your lips meet. His hand goes to your waist pulling you in closer. Your hands lie on his uniform garbed chest feeling the old cotton fabric and the muscles underneath them.

As your tongues fight for dominance one of his clothed hands venture down to your panties. Pulling them to the side he swipes your pussy with a finger, "Wow already wet? Didn't know you liked men in uniforms that badly love." He pushes you onto the bed, "My obedient girl is going to let me do whatever I want to her right." He says more so as a statement than as a question. You've never seen this dominant side of Ed. Your lips stay shut with only moans escaping and your legs pressing together to feel some relief from the aching.

"Tsk tsk", Edward now on top of you pulls your legs apart, "I'm the one in charge. Don't do things unless I tell you to. Got it?" You nod meekly making Ed laugh a bit. Just a few moments ago you were so sensual and seductive, now the uniform has turned you into such a shy little thing for him to ravage.

While maintaining eye contact with you, he brings up one of his hands and takes off his glove in a mostly smooth fashion. He inserts a finger into your eager hole and pumps it in and out. The other hand works its way under your shirt to massage your breasts. Seeing how easily he fit a finger in, he added 2 more stretching you out a bit and making you moan. He goes faster and faster.

As your moans fill the room he starts groaning as well. "Good girl. Taking my fingers so well. I didn't know you were so easy baby. Bit of a slut for a man who can do anything to you hmmm". He felt your pussy pulse from his dirty words.

The hand on your breast soon moved to his belt, unbuckling it and he quickly let his cock come out. Fully erect, it stood there waiting to enter you. Ed sees you practically salivating for it, "Not just yet. I want you to cum on my fingers. Can you do that for me?"

"Y-yes Colonel" you squeak out. The knot builds as Ed fingers you and the other hand plays with your clit. And soon enough you cum feeling a wave of pleasure. You pant and groan coming down from your high.

"Now now soldier, we aren't done yet tonight."

Your colonel,

admins sar & san

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Could you do headcanons for how Edward Elric would deal with his pregnant s/o or what type of father he would be? Thank you!

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Edward Elric x reader

(Will be using the “you” again, and baby to refer the baby)

A/N: people that are sending fmab request, who r u? I’ll send u all the love because fmab boys need more attention

Genre: fluff

oh well… biggest surprise of the year. When you found out that you were pregnant was moment of mixed feelings, fear and happiness.

“I think we’re going to receive a special delivery…”

???

“You know… special delivery… in nine months…?, Ed?… I’m pregnant”

“How…?”

“What do you mean by how?” You respond “I think you know how”

“Of course I ju-just…” he was blushing like crazy, his pale cheeks were bright red and he couldn’t stop stuttering.

Did you broke him? Yes, you actually needed to ask him to sit, after resting a bit he looked at you with his beautiful golden eyes “I’m so happy, this is- this is amazing, really good, yeah”

“Really good, eh? You are so funny, Ed”

“Don’t laugh at me!” Believe it or not, you’ll be laughing a lot for all the nine months, Edward was really nervous, and a great partner, literally every single craving you had he did his best to please you, didn’t matter the hour or the place nothing was imposible for him.

The first person he called was, surprisingly, Mustang. The second was Alphonse and finally Winry.

Overprotective about you “why are you carrying that thing? Idiot, go on and rest” or “go to sleep I’ll clean” small things to help.

When the baby was born he was about to cry, “is really small”

“Of course it is, it’s a baby, and baby has your eyes”

A perfect mix of you and Ed.

And Ed was doing his best to be the perfect dad.

Baby is crying? “I’ll go, y/n, you sleep”

Baby is hungry? “I’ll go feed baby”

Baby got dirty? “I-…” ; “I’ll teach you Ed, pay attention”

Bathing with the baby was a yes, (when baby got older), a funny dad, they have some ducks and ships to play at the bathtub, and yes, you’ll make him clean the floor afterwards.

“Ed, baby wants to go with you” you said while looking at him getting ready to go meet with Al.

“Of course! Want to go with me to visit uncle Al?” Asked while carried the baby “yes dad!”

Baby’s favorite uncle was Alphonse, and baby’s favorite aunt was Riza, but shh, don’t tell Winry.

Edward was the funny, adventurous (and sometimes overprotective) dad, with both, his kid and his significant other. A lovable little family.

Well… not that little anymore.

“Edward, I think baby is going to be an older sibling”