#fma edward x reader

[fairy-writes]

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APPLE PIES

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

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

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

Notes: POST-FMAB EVENTS

AND THANK YOU RU

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

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

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

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

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

It always did. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was one of the things you love about him. 

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

[with-my-calamitous-love]

THE SIGN ON YOUR HEART SAID ITS STILL RESERVED FOR ME

edward elric x f! reader

you remind edward how beautiful you think he is.

smut (ish), 18+, body worship, soft, lots of cuddling, mentions of insecurity and (edward’s) trauma, edward cries during sex lol

inspired by the alchemy

edward has a complicated relationship with love.

he knows he has people he loves, people he holds dear to him. he knows that there are people in his life he'd sacrifice an arm and a leg for, people he'd risk everything to feel their warmth. not all sacrifices came to fruition. but he knew he'd do it.

most around him underestimate the guilt he carries upon his shoulders. the guilt of failure, the guilt of knowing the truth. edward was wracked with the burden of knowledge- the knowledge that he might not be able to reverse his mistakes. its accepting love from others that edward struggles with the most.

edward feels his mothers love far in-between. he feels it when he shovels a warm, nostalgic bowl of stew into his mouth, wondering what exactly made milk of all ingredients taste so good. he feels it when he ties his golden locks into a woven braid, trying to replicate the way his mother's fingers would knit her own auburn locks. she made fixing her hair look like the northern lights. he felt the sensation of love, but more strongly, a burning firey passion as he remembers the embers that erupted from his childhood home. he remembers the orange glint against his brother's armor as he burns down his home and his past, swearing only to return when he is whole once again. edward feels the remnants of her love blow past him as he stares at the rolling green hills of resembool from the train window, heading towards the sunlight. he was never the religious type, but he sometimes thought that his mother was in the sun now, shining down on him and al.

edward feels guilt-laced love from his younger brother, alphonse. he still finds himself waking up in a cold sweat, hearing his younger self plead with the universe to give him his brother back. he'd sacrifice his arm, his soul, he'd give it free if it meant al’s life- and he did. edward tightens his fist as he remembers the day, not a shadow of a doubt in his mind that he'd sacrifice his arm over and over and over again to save his brothers soul. but the same fists that once burned with determination fall apart with grievance, as edward eyes shake with ghostly tears. is it his fault that al is trapped in a suit of armor? is his fault al lost his body? they should have taken me. he thinks. it would be sick for the truth universe to sacrifice his whole body, but taking away his dear younger brother was much more twisted. his eyes stare with promise at alphonse as he rests, promising his soul that he will restore what has been lost. his love for his brother ran deeper than the sea. edward's desire for his limbs back is placed on the backburner, putting alphonse back together is what allows edward to rest with a smile on his face.

edward isn't always sure how to feel your love.

he himself, feels incomplete. but with you, he feels liquid sun being poured into the crevices of the heart he bared to you and only you. beyond just his automail limbs, edward's body was scarred in and out. painful echoes of his past embedded into his skin. stories of loss, determination, and a want to feel complete lingers in his ribs as you kiss his skin, treating him like a delicate masterpiece. he isn't much sure of how to feel, or why he feels good. he was a man of science, a prodigy of alchemy, but your love was a encryption he could not decipher.

he always seems writhe when you touch him, your fingers running across his toned abdomen making him feel heaven-struck. he sighs your name, gold locks lazily thrown over his shoulders as his head dips into the nape of your neck. his metal arm pulls you closer to him, the cool metal contrasting with the searing warmth of your arousal. edward allows his lips to press against your collarbone, nipping at your skin reminding you of his presence. he may not have always accepted your love, but he sure as hell was going to make you feel his. all of it.

you rip a deep groan from his chest as your hands as you straddle his waist, your delicate fingers caressing where the metal met his scarred chest. "edward." your siren voice tears through the gasps and soft moans that filled his bedroom. "relax. its just me."

his golden eyes flicker up at yours, pulling his lips away from your skin. he made sure to leave loving-red marks right across your heart, as if he were writing his name in a special code reserved for you. his eyes are hazy and love-drunk, looking up at you like you're the only thing in this universe that matters. his arms, human and metal, strong and toned, hold you to his waist as if you would be ripped away from him at any moment.

"s-sorry." he heaves, his voice was deep and honeyed, eyes not breaking contact with your bare body for even a second. his voice was apologetic, but he couldn't hide the lust and hunger that formed in his chest and seeped out through his eyes. well, its not like he tried to hide it.

your hand moves up to caress his jawline, pressing your lips to his temple. "give in. let me love you." your voice is gentle, but you mean it as a desperate plea. loving edward was not an option; loving edward was an obligation. loving edward was as essential as the veins that pumped blood through your body. you wouldn't stop loving him, even if you wanted to.

edward's eyes screw shut. "only if you let me love you too."

your lips curve into a smile, and then into an O shape as edward presses his mouth to your chest, kissing your breasts with soft, fervent messages of love. his kisses sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, only growing more intense as he moves his arm up to cup your breast. he massages the tender flesh, treating you as if you were sacred. each one of his touches, his kisses, and his grasps was his way of giving his soul over to you. right now, edward felt as though it always belonged to you.

his golden eyes watch longingly as you throw your head back, taking the opportunity to kiss your neck. he gladly sinks his teeth in, as if leaving the seal of his love on your skin. edward loved you like it was breathing for him. he hoped that people would see your effervescent beauty, but more importantly the lovebites left on you, and know that edward elric was the one that marked them there. they spelled out 'mine' in a way only edward could decipher it.

your body is buzzing and hot with arousal. you feel the warm feeling start at your chest, slowly moving down your stomach and then to your core. edward hums satisfied against your skin, as if able to feel exactly what you feel right now. the pink tinge on his face suggests a linger of embarrassment. he had never showed this much of himself to anyone. it were as if kissing you and worshipping you distracted himself from his pains, allowing himself to esca[e in the shelter of your touch.

you run your fingers through his golden locks, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as his lips press themself over and over again to your chest. he wants to feel you, all of you, and just you. if his attention wasn't tied to some old book on alchemy, then his mind riddled itself with trauma. his brain spent hours writing equations, deciphering codes, tying all his pains, regrets and wrongdoings into a messy puzzle of hurt. his mind was a labyrinth, a maze that not even he could escape from. you were his refuge, you were his safe place. he worries he's killing the mood by being so nervous, not able to look up at you as he's kissing your chest.

but as you sit atop his lap, kissing his head and whispering a melody of "i love you" and "you're doing so good" you tell him that its okay. that its okay to feel good, that its okay to trust, that its okay to be loved.

you place your hands on his chin and pull his head to face you. you take him in, all of him- his hazy, sunset eyes and his blonde hair messily thrown over his muscular shoulders like a golden waterfall. every contour of his muscles scream at you to love him stronger, the way the scars paint stories over his heart. there was no space left between you two. your skin on his, two souls colliding with one another.

"how do you feel?" your voice is just barely above a whisper, looking deep into his eyes with yours. he cant help but let his eyes wander down, watching the way you fit so perfectly on top of him. the way your breasts are covered in marks, his marks, the way your thighs spread to straddle him, he can feel your wetness on him, the heat of your love radiating just for him to bask in. its almost too much.

"good." edward breathes out, words failing him at this moment. but its enough for you. he is enough for you.

your hands make their way down to his shaft, stroking the length in your hands. edward bites his lip, head moving back as your hands work diligently to pleasure him. you kiss just below his ear, reminding him of your presence. "its okay." you coo.

he takes that as permission, allowing soft moans and grunts to escape his mouth. his voice is raspy yet heavenly, the vulnerability and trust manifesting as pleasure coursing through his veins. he sighs, never feeling this much pleasure in his entire life. slowly, you lower yourself onto his cock, sucking in a deep breath as you feel yourself stretch around him.

"fuck." edward hisses, feeling your warm, tight walls around his length. his grip around your waist tightens, as if still wishing to pull you in closer. you hands travel up to his shoulder blades, digging your nails into the his soft skin while you adjust to his size. the warmth is intoxicating for him, feeling tears bless his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure. he's so embarrassed, feeling a stray tear escape down his cheek. he doesn't think he deserves it. to feel this good, for his incomplete and ravaged body to be granted this much pleasure. for an angel to touch him after the taboos he's committed. edward knows equivalent exchange, and he knows that none of this is good is equivalent to all his wrongdoings.

but that's what love does sometimes, he concludes as you kiss the tear away from his cheek. you don't say a word, but rather you silently tell edward that its okay. fuck, he was starting to love being loved.

the tears cease to stop as you continue to grind on his length, the pleasure overtaking the both of you. your mind is blissfully blank, letting your body speak love to the crevice's of edward's soul. he watched as the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed, like the tide of the ocean washing away any painful memories written in the sand. the bed was unmade, the sheets were crinkled, the clocks ticked s time that you two should have been sleeping, but none of it mattered now. the greatest moment of intimacy you and edward ever shared was not when he removed his clothes to bare skin. it was when he allowed you to see him at his lowest moment, letting you witnessed the most unloved parts of his body and his soul. as he slowly unraveled in front of you, feeling his orgasm slowly approach, he worried his imperfections may scare you off.

but you kiss him, kiss his lips so perfectly, you remind him that you'll love him anyway. you'll love him not in despite of his imperfections, but because of his imperfections. it was who he was- edward elric was everything you wanted love to be. and more.

edward tears a groan from his chest as he feels your wet walls clench around him tighter than ever before, unable to hold back his thick release. he hides his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you closer as if to hide. he wonders if it always felt that good.

"s-sorry. i did it to early, shit i-" he rambles, and you can't help but giggle. it was rare when you could witness him so vulnerable. you shush him, pecking his lips and reminding him that its okay.

"you were perfect, ed." you reassure him, your voice cutting through all his worries and doubts. thats all the permission he needs to pull you down onto the bed with him, laying you down on top of him. you know he doesn't like to sleep on his side because of the weight of his arm. he also didn't to be away from your warmth, not even for a moment. he reaches over, pulling the crinkled sheets over both your bodies. a warm hum escapes from his lips, his entire body feeling as blissfully sweet as honey.

"how do you feel?" he checked in with you, his hand travelling up to cup your chin. he studied you, a part of him still being unable to accept the fact that you're real.

"loved." you hum. edward's kissed lips curve into a soft smile at your words.

"good. i want you to feel my love. always." he reminds you as he kisses your temple. even if edward didn't always accept love from others, he'd be damned if he didn't give every ounce of his love to you.

"how do you feel?" you redirect, checking on him. his blonde eyes stare to the ceiling, the gear s in his brain pondering for a moment before pinpointing the right word.

"complete." he concludes, planting one last kiss to your head before letting the two of you drift off into sleep. edward felt complete with you.

[zaimta]

“I don't want your money. I got this just for you. Keep your money. There's nothing I won't do for you. I'll come through for you every time—just in time”

˗ˏˋsanji, corazon, ryusui, magna, ed, arthur

[thelaughtercafe]

Heat*

Tea Type: Milk Tea

Potential Triggers: Full nsft in this one! This is honestly just nsft with the barest bit of plot

Pairing: Edward Elric/F!Reader

Length: 1.3k+

Summary: After a heated argument, and an emotional confession, things get passionate in a much more fun way.

“I cannot believe how reckless you are! You could’ve been killed!”

You straightened at the yell, glaring right back at Ed as you crossed your arms, lips pressed in a thin line as he continued scolding you unabated.

“You’ve no place on the battlefield! You have no way to protect yourself; if I hadn’t shown up when I did-”

“Oh but it’s okay when you put yourself at risk every day?”

You angrily rubbed at the tears forming, trying to stay strong.

“I’m sorry I did something stupid and that I scared you but goddamnit at least you know how I feel every time you go charging into battle after battle! I know you’re grateful to Roy for all he did for you and Al but there are other ways to repay him! Every time you sneak out in the morning without saying goodbye and think I don’t hear you when for all I know; it might be the last time I see your stupid face!”

You were openly sniffling now and looked away in embarrassment and annoyance.

Ed was uncharacteristically silent and you suddenly stiffened as his gloved fingers brushed away the last of your tears and he cradled your face, making you look at him. His eyes were still frustrated, but there was something warm just behind them too. Still, his next words made you scowl, however soft they were.

“Promise me you’ll never do something that reckless again.”

“Can you honestly promise me the same?”

He looked down in shame a brief moment before he smiled sadly and shook his head, meeting your gaze again.

“…You know I can’t.”

Your anger was back full force and his hands on you were admittedly making you woozy so you stepped back, out of his intoxicating grip, hating how even that simple touch left you breathless.

Despite the pain that twisted your heart, you knew he was right. You smirked weakly and gave a sarcastic huff of laughter under your breath as you made your way to the door, half mumbling to yourself more than him in your anguish.

“Ha. Leave it to me to fall in love with the most self destructive brat I’ve ever met who doesn’t even drink his stupid milk-”

You flinched as just as you turned the doorknob and went to open it further a hand jerked forward and closed it again, grabbing your wrist with the other hand and flipping you to glare passionately into your gaze.

Your eyes still were teary and his own burned with the weight of his grief and all he had to do but your lips met and abruptly it was as if an inferno was birthed where an unlit match soaked in gasoline had once been.

And oh, did that inferno rage.

Once you began you couldn’t stop.

The kiss you’d craved for so long was insatiable. You couldn’t get enough. The momentary breaks for air felt inconsequential. You didn’t need air, didn’t need anything but the intoxicating, bruising kisses he delivered again and again before his lips abruptly moved to your neck and you moaned, tangling your fingers in his dirty blond locks.

It didn’t take you both long to stumble towards the bed, losing clothes along the way with grumbles and curses and giddy laughter.

It was like your relationship; rough at a first glance but sweet at its core.

A smirk adorned his lips , something primal awakening in him that took you by surprise as he pinned you down with your hand on either side of your face.

“Sure you can handle me sweetheart?”

At your dazed nod he chuckled huskily, head already ducking to heatedly meet your lips again.

“Heh. Who knew all I had to do to shut you up was make you stupid from pleasure.”

Your eyes lit at that and you playfully bit his lip, making him pull back with a hiss.

“Fucking brat.”

Ed didn’t curse often, but suddenly you were glad for it. It had way too much of an effect on you for it to be permitted anywhere but the bedroom. Just for your own sanity.

Despite his rough words and demeanor his hands were feather light as they trailed along your nude body, and you his.

“Maybe later I’ll put that eager mouth of yours to good use, but for now I think I want to make you cum for me.”

His eyes softened a tad and searched yours for any hesitancy.

“…You’re positive you’re ready?”

You softened in reaction and nodded.

“I…I wouldn’t want it to be with anyone but you. It’s always been you, all these years.”

The sweet confession that fell from your lips like honey was enough to make Ed hiss again, rushing to discard his gloves and reveal the warm skin underneath. There was a vulnerability to him showing his bare hands given all he’d done to get them. It was a sign of trust and though you’d seen them before it felt all the more intimate now.

His fingers found your clit quickly once he slid down the bed to make himself comfortable between your spread legs and you found yourself too embarrassed to look. Luckily you didn’t have to for long as you threw your head back in pleasure and moaned.

He was entirely focused on your pleasure, one hand rubbing at your clit and building you up and the other entering you one finger at a time and working to loosen your entrance.

“You have…no right to be so good at this.”

You whimpered out between pants as your fingers clenched the sheets and you arched.

Edward smirked at that and cooed, sweetly.

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’re close already?”

“What can I say? I’ve f-fantasized about you taking me more times than I can count and it’s even better.”

Your words fed his ego and only encouraged him to hasten his pace, finally making you come undone as you moaned and shook as you released all over his fingers.

“That’s a good girl.”

His sweet praise made you melt as you came down and you finally looked to where he was slipping a condom over his cock. He was a bit bigger than what you assumed was the average, nothing crazy but now that you were prepared you couldn’t help clenching at the thought of how good he’d feel inside you.

Ed couldn’t help himself and moaned at the sight.

“Eager aren’t you?”

You laughed breathlessly as he lined himself up, a playful spark in your eyes.

“Says the man hard as diamonds before even being inside~”

He chuckled and then slowly pushed in, going slow and watching you observantly for any signs of pain. When you showed none and he was in to the hilt he quirked an eyebrow.

“Got another one in you, do you think?”

You nodded, head admittedly feeling hazy from pleasure.

“As many as you can wring from me.”

He inhaled sharply at that and began thrusting, holding your hips steady as he did so and pressing hot, wet kisses wherever his lips could reach.

“Don’t give me any ideas, princess.”

It wasn’t long until you both were close- he just felt so damn snug in the best way possible and your constant clenching and sexy moans had his eyes fluttering. He hugged you close as you both came one after the other. You laid still a moment, both recovering and then he gently pulled out.

You both cleaned up and at the end of it all you were content in his arms as he held you to his chest.

“I know…you get scared when I fight. But if I don’t use my strength for the little guy who will? All I can promise is that I will always return home to you at night.”

You turned in his grip to look up at him.

“You promise?”

He nodded, serious as you’d ever seen him.

“I do.”

“Fine. I love you.”

You sealed it with a kiss and dozed off in one another’s arms.

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ok but real one, reader taking care of a sick Edward Elric? I loooove sick fics, give me that half angst half comfort content 🙏🏼 (if you'd like to of course LOL) ((have a good day thx for sharing your stuff <3))

The Best Thing (Edward Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼! 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗶𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

He’s been asleep all day despite it already late afternoon. He hasn’t left his room in the inn for more than a few minutes- long enough to use the bathroom, really. And he probably hasn’t eaten anything more than pieces of buttered bread and sliced apples in the past couple of days.

All this to say, he can’t remember ever being this sick in his life.

He’s tired. His body aches. There’s a pocket of pressure stuck up in the bridge of his nose. His eyes keep watering. His nose keeps running. And on top of that, his throat hurts. Yet every time he tries to gulp down water or some tea, nausea hits his stomach like a brick and forces him to lie down again. Only he can’t stay still while lying down. His headache only seems to get worse when he’s not laying in a certain position and he can’t help but shiver out of nearly every position while he attempts to pull his covers impossibly closer to himself all so he could feel warmer. But according to you, his skin is warm and reddish and hot to the touch. A fever he just couldn’t sweat out. Just like the cough he couldn’t shake. And the sneeze he just couldn’t…well, sneeze. 

But probably worse of all…he missed his mom.

That’s all he could think about in the few short moments he was awake. How much he missed her. How she always knew what to do. How she always knew how to take care of him. When he was healthy. When he was sick. That was all he could think about.

Sometimes he would hear his brother’s voice when he’d rouse from his sleep. It’d be soft and quiet. And in some moments, he felt like he could no longer hear the clinking of metal armor- almost like this was happening when times were good. When he had both a little brother and a mom. Sometimes, he would hear another voice too. It would be just as soft as Al’s, but it’d be even sweeter. It would often be accompanied by other things too. A kiss on the cheek. The hum of a lullaby. The dabbing of a cool towel against his brow. And even the occasional hand tangling itself through his hair and combing through it softly.

For the longest time, in the fever-induced haze his body was trapped in, he couldn’t help but feel it- feel like it was his mom taking care of him. Taking the burden off my shoulders. Allowing him to feel young and protected and spoiled once more. He couldn’t help but picture that it was his mother this whole time. He just couldn’t help it. He missed her. He needed her. He’s still young. He just wants his mother back. He just wants his mother. That’s all he wants. Really, that’s all he wants.

But when he opens his eyes? When he really opens his eyes to more than just the few centimeters he can barely manage throughout the day, he doesn’t see his mom. He sees you. And he’s reminded by that dull ache in his missing limbs and the fact that he no longer has his mom. That’s she gone and nothing he can say or do will ever bring her back. He knows that intimately. Because he’s tried. So, even still…

“I’m glad you’re here.” He finds himself murmuring as you come to sit down on the side of his bed. You eye him cautiously when you hear him speak. Almost like you weren’t expecting him to talk at the moment (or even be awake). However, it doesn’t stop you from leaning over his torso, bringing the back of your hand up to his forehead, and pressing lightly. Instantly he’s attracted to the coolness of your hand and how it feels against his body. His body has been alternating between feeling too cold and too hot nonstop. But the back of your hand is a welcomed feeling now that his body feels like it’s been lit with a small fire from the inside. As is the towel you bring up to clear the excess sweat away from his forehead. Something he feels just a bit too delirious to feel embarrassed about at the moment. “Thank you…for taking care of me.”

“Oh, Ed…” You coo at him, an impossibly comforting look in your eyes. You’re not his mom. You exist entirely from a point in his life where he was without his mom and was down an arm and a leg. But in his mind, you’re the next best thing. He thinks that when you place a gentle kiss on his cheek and smile against him. He thinks that when you brush the stray hairs off his face and ease him up so he can take a few sips of the water from his cup at the nightstand. He thinks that more than anything when he’s reminded of your patience and care for him as pats his back when coughs up the very same water he was greedily sipping at and cleaning up any of his spills. He thinks that because he knows it is true. “You don’t have to thank me for anything. I’m happy to be here for you.”

And he’ll keep thinking that even in the moments you don’t.

Because to him, you’re an angel. If there’s a higher power out there, then that higher power must have sent you in place of his mother. Because your soft words and sweet kisses and constant affection feel like a healing touch. Or maybe that’s just because he always feels better when he’s with you. Because you make things better. Because you always make him better. In ways that the both of you don’t even know. 

And he wants to tell you all this. He does- he really does. But the him that’s usually up and healthy and out and about is rarely sentimental enough to say something that meaningful and important. And the him that exists right now? The one that is starting to struggle with keeping his eyes open? The one that is starting to sway and rock and doze off right in front of you? That one could barely form the words important or meaningful enough to share such a message. In all honesty, he doesn’t even believe that he’ll remember this particular encounter when he’s no longer sick. Or even the next time he wakes up. 

But he has to say something. He just has to.

So instead, he just utters an “I love you so much” and hopes you get his message. And as he falls asleep to the feeling of you pressing your lips against his while you murmur, “I love you more,” he’s confident that some part of you knows that you mean the world to him. Because besides his brother, you’re all he really has. And you’re not his mom, sure. But you’ve already proven long, long ago that you’re more than enough. Because you’re perfect. Because you’re an angel. Because you’re the best thing he could ever have in a world without his mom. 

And because you just might be the best thing he could ever have even in a world with his mother still living in it.

[stray-kaz]

Rest and Recuperation : an Edward Elric x f!reader oneshot

Summary: It's been two months.

18+ only

The scenery fled on the other side of the window, but you saw none of it as the train thundered along its tracks, your head leaning solidly on Ed's shoulder as you slept. He held your hand in his lap, stroking the back of it, keeping the skin warm.

"Lucky" Al said quietly, from his seat opposite.

A tiny smile tipped the corners of Ed's mouth and he nodded.

"I'm aware."

The green and gold outside the window was replaced suddenly by the black and greys of the station and the train slowed to a grumbling halt. Ed nudged you gently with his shoulder and murmured your name, tapping the back of your hand.

"Hey. We're here. Time to get up, pretty girl."

You blinked your eyes open and shifted away from his shoulder, your hand tingling slightly from his soft finger strokes. You stood up, swaying slightly, and Ed hurried to stand behind you, using his body to keep you from falling.

"Still tired?" he murmured in your ear. "Come on. Rooms are waiting."

You nodded and Ed led you off the train by your fingertips, Al two steps behind, always at your back.

The walk to the tiny hotel wasn't a long one, but you were weary by the end of it, tired of hurting and being hurt in return. Al walked slowly to his room and you and Ed retired to your shared one, a bed barely bigger than a single waiting for you pushed against the wall.

Ed glanced at your tired face, then dropped to his good knee to busy himself unlacing your boots. You protested immediately.

"Ed, I can do it. Stop that."

He just shook his head and continued, before reaching up and unbuttoning your pants, inching them down until they piled in a heap around your feet. When he straightened, rocking a little on his automail leg, you lifted your hands to his shoulders and gently pushed his red coat down and off his arms, letting it drop next to your pants.

Ed sat down heavily on the edge of the bed and tugged his boots off. You flicked the light off and the room sank into quiet darkness, aside from the sliver of light beneath the closed door. You heard the soft shuffle of Ed climbing under the covers and you made your careful way to the bed to join him, sliding beneath the cool sheet and immediately tossing a leg over him.

Ed chuckled as you shifted nearer and rested your head against his shoulder, much like how you had on the train. The quiet sound shuddered away a little as you ran a hand up his stomach under his shirt and traced the smooth lines of his collarbone.

"Hey" he chided gently. "You're exhausted. Stop that. You're human temptation, pretty girl."

In response, you leaned up and kissed him lightly, feeling his mouth soften under yours and his resolve melt away. He stroked his gloved hand down your back, protecting you from the cold chill of metal directly on your skin.

"You need to rest" he mumbled against your lips, a weak protest.

You eased yourself over on top of him, caging his right thigh between yours and helplessly rocking against him.

"You could help me fall asleep" you murmured back. "Please, Edward?"

Ed scoffed, but slowly slid his right hand off your back down to your hip, swirling smooth circles on the skin either side of your underwear waistband. The glove material was warm on your skin, his touch encouraging, and you kissed him again, gratefully, as your tired body rubbed and throbbed against his.

After thirty seconds, Ed grumbled and dragged himself upright against the pillows, pulling you into his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck as you wriggled into position, sighing when you felt him hard underneath you, only a few layers of fabric separating. Your vision blurred from tiredness, but you pressed your lips to his, determined to feel good with him before you lost consciousness.

You rocked and whined in his ear, heat barrelling through you, headed south as you ground your covered heat over his covered cock.

Ed breathed hard, one hand gently gripping the back of your neck, the other braced on your ass, unable to keep from bucking up into you in return, his slender hips slotting perfectly between your thighs as they spread open over him. Even with his pants still on, he could feel the warmth of you, the desperation of your hands tugging tight in his hair.

Your hands that were loosening their grip. In fact, you had stopped moving on him entirely, and he felt himself throb in indignation, unsated.

"Hey, pretty girl" he said softly. "Hey..."

He gently pulled your head away from his shoulder and smiled knowingly when he saw your flushed yet sleeping face, eyes closed and lips parted slightly. He ran a fingertip from your temple down to the corner of your mouth and kissed your nose.

"I knew it" he said softly, careful not to wake you. "I knew you were too tired."

Ed carefully slid down the bed with one arm wrapped around you and eased you over onto your side, curled into a question mark. He reached down and drew the covers up over you, fitting himself neatly into the spaces you left empty for him. He closed his eyes and dreamed.

Watery sunlight stretched its fingers over your face early in the morning, stroking at your skin and urging you to wake. You rubbed at your eyes, batting the light away unsuccessfully.

A quiet rushing sound stopped abruptly and you realised it was the shower turning off. You propped yourself up on your elbows, gaze trained on the bathroom door, just before the door handle pulled down from the other side and the barrier opened, Ed stepping through, one hand scrubbing idly at his damp hair, the other holding onto the towel settled dangerously low around his hips.

Your sleepy eyes widened and the memory of last night's almost shot a dart of heat down in between your legs.

"Edward."

Your voice was husky with sleep and desire, and he glanced at you in some surprise. You tended to only call him by his full name when you wanted him, but he thought you would have forgotten last night in your stupor. But now, considering your gaze had zeroed in on the skin around his navel, he guessed he had been incorrect.

"Good morning" he said, offering you a small smile before sauntering easily past the bed and out of your reach. "Did you sleep well?"

He stood several feet away from you and loosely plaited his hair while you watched, pink cheeked, eyes flicking down every few seconds to his towel, which kept threatening to give up cinching his hips and fall.

Ed raised an eyebrow at you as you continued to stare at him but say nothing. He said your name and you jerked your attention to his face.

"Yes?"

His lips tilted in a faint smirk. It drove you nuts.

"I asked if you slept well. You seem to have lost your voice, pretty girl."

You crawled to the edge of the bed and swiped at him, but he backed just out of reach again, towel slipping down another inch.

"I slept fine" you grumbled. "Come here, please."

"Hmm, why? You need something? Are you hungry? I can bring you something back while you shower -"

He stopped talking when you threw yourself off the bed and at him, slinging your arms eagerly around his neck. You pressed your face against his skin, damp heat pushing back against you, the warm scent of him cloying your senses and making it hard to think.

Ed settled his hands on your waist, thumbs smoothing up and down beneath the worn hem of your t-shirt.

"Hi" he murmured. "You okay, pretty girl?"

You shook your head slowly, realising then that just about your entire body was quivering with need, the touch of his skin on yours ricocheting like fireworks in your brain.

"I want you now" you mumbled into his neck, water drops from his shower slicking your lips. "But if you don't, if you're annoyed about what happened last night..."

You trailed off as his gentle human hand tipped your chin up so he could see your eyes. His were warm, molten, concerned.

"What gave you that idea?" he asked, his deep voice cracking a little.

"You dancing around, avoiding me" you answered promptly. "Sure looks like you don't want to, Ed Elric."

He winced and shook his head, sighing before he pressed his lips to your forehead.

"Nah" he said softly.

"Then why?"

He huffed a tiny laugh and kissed you right between your eyes.

"You're real cute when you're horny" he whispered. "Just curious to see how long it would last before you hit me or took matters into your own hands."

You flushed hotter; he could feel it, burning against his mouth.

"I don't do that" you muttered. "That's what you're for."

His lips curved into a grin.

"I know."

Before you could fluster or give up entirely, he kissed you. Soft and slow to start, just how he knew you liked it. Exactly how he knew it blanked your brain and left you reliant on him for care and pleasure, just how he liked it.

He wrapped his automail arm around your waist, dimly aware of your hands sneaking into his plait and slowly undoing it so you could rake your fingers through his hair and find purchase against the back of his neck. Your heart thumped hard against your ribs, shaking its cage, and the air in the room grew warmer, contrasting the cool metal pressed against your back.

Ed began to walk you slowly backwards to the bed, but before he could sit you down, you pivoted and gently pushed him down instead, recreating your position from the night before and straddling him, the damp fabric of his towel catching between you. He looked up at you, brown eyes wide.

"How long's it been?" he mumbled, feeling an ache build beneath the towel.

Hands on his shoulders, settling on top of him with a quiet sigh of relief, you thought back, counting through all the squandered nights and interrupted opportunities in your mind.

"About two months" you told him.

His mouth dropped open and he blinked rapidly in shock.

"Excuse me?" he demanded. "Are you kidding?"

You shook your head, slowly grinding on him.

"Nope. There's never enough time."

Ed's eyebrows rose.

"Not even for a quickie?"

You snorted and kissed him, shaking your head, your fingers tracing the edges of his jaw.

"Not even" you mumbled against his mouth. "Which is why you should take the towel off and get moving."

Ed scraped your bottom lip between his teeth before parting just long enough to tug your shirt off over your head, deft fingers searching for your bra clasp and finding success quickly. You gasped as the support disappeared and he flicked you a triumphant grin as he covered your breasts with both hands, then dragged his thumbs across your nipples.

"You're not the boss of me" he teased. "I do what I want, pretty girl."

You cupped his jaw and drew him back to your waiting mouth, feeling his smile before it melted away into a soft sound of want. You lowered one hand down past his stomach to the top of the towel, hooking your fingers below it and tugging gently. A gentle hand wrapped around your wrist, stilling it. You opened your eyes and looked into Ed's, expectant and curious.

"Is something wrong?" you asked him; he shook his head at you. "Then what is it? Two months is ages, Edward, and I want you. Please."

His soft eyes darkened and he trailed his gaze down from your face, past the valley between your breasts, the soft plane of your stomach, and paused it on the red cotton peeking from between your thighs.

"This is too fast" he murmured. "You won't be ready yet."

You pouted, disappointed, but the pout quickly vanished, your lips parting on a choked gasp as Ed lifted your hips with his metal hand and slid the other into your underwear, gentle fingers searching for telltale wet. He sighed into your shoulder at the feel of you, but carefully pulled his hand free and shook his head slowly.

"Not ready, pretty girl" he said softly.

You sighed shakily, trying to ignore the tears threatening at the corners of your eyes, biting hard into your lower lip. But then he grasped your chin with his fingers and looked you dead in the eyes, the expression in his eyes taking your breath away.

"On your back" he ordered quietly.

Surprised, shivers quaking through you, you did as you were told, swinging off his lap and onto your back on the bed, your head hitting the worn pillow no more than a second before Ed was on his knees, the fingers of both hands yanking at the sides of your underwear. He tossed them behind him, pushed your legs up and lay flat on his stomach, his good hand reaching for yours to hold before he thumbed you open and lowered his mouth to you.

You panted and your free hand wove itself into his hair, a ponytail around your wrist. He kissed and licked and sucked at you, cautiously avoiding your most sensitive areas, even his nose barely brushing your clit as he worked you over. His sole intention was to make you as wet as possible, not to make you come; that could happen later.

You gripped his blond hair, screams building behind your teeth. It made you wild whenever he did this, but having him do it and not allow you to come was making it more difficult to cope with.

"Ed...Edward" you moaned, desperate. "Please."

He pulled away, leaning into the hand clutching his hair and faintly smiling.

"Please what, pretty girl" he murmured, leaning back down to press his lips to your inner thigh; you twitched violently.

"Get up here" you growled, tugging on his hair.

He grinned and obeyed, but not before pulling the towel away, swiping it over his mouth and dropping it on the floor. Your gaze flicked down, your jaw unhinging slightly. Two gentle fingers pressed beneath your chin to ease your head back up. Ed was still grinning.

"My eyes are up here."

You flushed and he lowered to press his lips to the middle of your forehead, your eyes slowly closing and fingers loosening in his hair. He kissed your eyelids, earning a fluttery gasp and a hand curling tightly around his automail shoulder. Ed smiled and kissed from one cheek to the other, before eventually returning to your waiting lips, parting and eager, rushing out an excited moan when his mouth brushed over yours.

"It's okay" he said quietly, rubbing his nose against yours. "I love the way you look at me."

You mewled a little in response and tipped your head back, baring your throat. Ed chuckled and reached down to ease your legs up, gasping a little when the tip of his cock bumped against you, now that nothing was in the way. He slid in easily, attaching his mouth to your throat and muffling his moan against your skin. He began to thrust immediately, enthralled.

You clung to him, already wrapped up in pleasure as his hips rocked into yours and the edges of his teeth scraped your throat.

"You're ready now" he panted against your skin. "Hey, pretty girl? You know how wet you are now? You feel me in there? Feel better now?"

His soft words fell on desperate ears and you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, your muscles clamping around him in response. Ed groaned and pushed you up the bed, both his hands pressing down hard into the worn mattress. The stuffing threatened to burst through as his metal fingers creaked with pressure.

He filled you up neatly, the perfect stretch and pressure, his hips slotted easily against yours, each blunt impact forcing your eyes back in your head. You dragged your nails down his back and he arched, whining into your ear.

"You trying to mark me?" he grunted, lowering his head again to nip at the shell of your ear. "Don't worry, everyone knows you're mine."

Your eyes opened wide, lit up.

"Fullmetal Alchemist!" you gasped.

He lifted up to meet your eyes, his hips pulled back for a moment. You ached with emptiness immediately.

"What?" he asked.

You grinned a little dazedly, raising your hips to try and take him in again.

"I love you, tiny Alchemist" you murmured, reaching up to stroke hair away from his damp forehead.

Ed rolled his eyes, thrusting sharply back inside you, eliciting a happy moan. He soaked in your dopey smile at the feel of him plunging deep and shook his head.

"I'll show you tiny" he griped, and kissed you deeply, his tongue reaching to touch yours.

You whimpered as he pressed deep into you, pausing to grind his hips slowly in one spot, making you gasp loudly and shut your eyes hard.

"Edward Elric...Fullmetal Alchemist...I, ohh, I love you, I love you. Please don't stop!" you begged.

He smiled against your mouth before slowly trailing a molten path with his lips over to your ear, drawing a series of shivers out of you.

"I won't" he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your lobe. "And I love you more, pretty girl."

You rolled your eyes and intended to argue, but a slow, deep thrust inside you knocked the words clean out of your head.

"Right there" you mumbled, only just able to string the two words together. "Give me... Don't stop."

But it had been two months. Two months of being pent up, interrupted, and hung out to dry. Two months of not being enveloped in you, held close and pulsing. Ed was quickly becoming desperate, eager to drive you to the edge of ecstasy and fling himself over with you. He was hard and already leaking, eager to fill you full.

He mumbled your name, and his voice cracked at the end. He caught your attention, stilling his bruising thrusts to force your eyes open, accusing gaze fixed on his blown out brown eyes. He knew you needed him, wanted to be bullied into the creaking bed for an hour, but he just didn't think he could do that this morning. He kissed the tip of your nose and smiled anxiously, his eyes big and dark.

"I need you to come for me" he said, a little breathlessly. "You gotta come, pretty girl. You gotta come on my cock, or I'm gonna die."

Your eyes widened and you nodded quickly.

"Okay! What are you going to - oh. Oh."

He wriggled his good hand down between your bodies, his thumb landing on your clit, the rough pad sparking stars behind your eyelids as they shuttered. Your thighs hugged his hips until the pleasure became too much and your legs fell away. Ed continued moving in and out of you, his pace losing focus, becoming unsteady and uncontrolled.

He looked down at you, your whole body shaking under his onslaught, and leaned down to drag a taut nipple into his mouth, swiping his tongue over it and suckling gently. You sucked in a sharp breath before letting it go slowly, your breathing uneven as you met his liquid gaze, his mouth busy, his eyes hot.

As he worked your body into a frenzy, you felt suddenly stricken, all of a sudden aware of the knot forming in your lower belly, pulling down between your legs. It tightened with every thrust, every swipe of his thumb, every flick of his clever tongue.

"Edward..." you whimpered, warning.

He stared at you, saw your gaze turn inward, away from him. He pulled away from your breast and lowered his mouth to yours, murmuring words of praise seconds before you came apart, gripping his cock like your life depended on it.

Ed felt his eyes roll back as he sucked hard on your tongue and let go, pouring himself into you. You clenched around him again, not letting him go, and his hips jerked against you, a low moan slipping past his lips. You wrapped your arms around him and kissed his shoulder, felt him shudder again.

"Okay, pretty girl?" he mumbled, pressing his face into the damp curve of your neck.

"Mhmm" you hummed back.

Ed breathed deeply, returning much needed oxygen to his lungs. You felt him press a smile to your jaw.

"Wanna shower with me?"

Freshly showered, you and Ed met with Al downstairs for breakfast. You were uncomfortably aware of him watching you intently, and eventually, you gave up pretending to ignore him and spun, glowering.

"What, Al?" you demanded. "What is it? Why are you staring at me?"

Heavy metal shoulders shrugged.

"You're walking funny" he said. "Are you injured?"

You turned away, hiding your burning flushed face, while Ed stood off to the side, head thrown back, laughing.

Tagging: @writingmysanity

[karolinswritings]

Can I request envy x gn reader who found him when he was is his little worm form and took him in? And then he reveals himself or something and him and reader just live together? I feel like that would be fun.

Okay I love this request, honestly I find his little worm form adorable. I am sorry for the veeery late reply, thank you so much for the request, I hope you like the headcanons. They turned out to be more like a story, I hope that's fine ^^

Fullmetal Alchemist Envy Headcanons: Envy x reader who took him in when he was in his little worm form

In these headcanons, Envy managed to escape from Mustang, Riza and Ed and he ended up alone on the streets of Amestris before he could return to Father, because of his lack of energy left.

I think when reader found him and took him in, he would be so tired and dizzy that he wouldn't really understand what is happening. All he can remember is a human reaching towards him and the warm touch of their palm.

After resting for a while he would regain consiousness and look around reader's house, observing their furniture and possesions, trying to understand where he is. Looking at their dining table he would see them and recognise them as the person who picked him up and carried him somewhere earlier. That's when it would all come together and he would realise that he is in a human house and has been taken in.

He would definitely know what condition he is in and that considering the absence of any philosopher's stones to help him regain his energy, he would stay quiet and observe their actions carefully.

When he notices reader holding a book and reading carefully through it, as if they are looking for something, and notices that it is a book about lizards and how they live, he would get the idea of pretending to be a lizard until he can find a way to regain his powers.

As time passes, he would quickly notice how careing reader is and how much they care about him. He would slowly start to trust them more and more, letting them feed him and even pet him. He would start feeling lonely whenever they are out and his eyes would sparkle with excitement anytime they come back to him.

At some point, probably after about a month passes and he notices that he doesn't entirely hate humans, specifically reader, now thinging of them as his human, he would decide to reveal himself. As to his plan of running away as soon as possible, looks like it will have to wait for a bit. This human just awoke his interest, he can't just leave.

One time, seeming out of the blue for reader, but completely planned by Envy, the little lizard would suddenly speak.

" Listen here, human. I am not a pet lizard, I am homunculus, so you should definitely stop wasting your time reading all those books, wondering how to take care of me properly. If you wanna know so bad, I might just tell you. If you ask nicely of course."

Seemingly not careing about reader's shocked expression and lack of ability to say a word from suprise, Envy would use all that's left in him to transform into his prefered form. He would have to take a seat on a nearby chair from exhaustion, but would look up at reader with a slight smirk, proud of how mesmerized they look from seeing his shape-shifting abilities.

"What? You didn't notice that whole time that I was homunculus? My oroboros tattoo was all out there for you to see and you just tought it's a spot? You're so oblivious..So, what do you think? I'm quite--"

For Envy's suprise, reader cuts him off and lifts up his chin for them to observe his features, still not really understanding what happened. They take a look at his eyes, nose, lips, making him feel more and more nervous. All of a sudden his cheeks get pink and he looks away, obviously embarresed.

"What? What's so interesting?...Stupid human.."

" You're quite handsome. So you are.. a homunculus? I think I have heard about them before, alchemists say that homunculi are artificial humans. But I definitely didn't imagine one to look so..nice."

After hearing reader's unexpected words, Envy would consider staying with them for a while, and then leaving, but the tought of ending their life doesn't seem to be of his liking, so he decides to put aside his departure until he feels satisfied enough with their presense. He won't think of it for a while.

As time goes by though, he would realise he doesn't really want to leave. At all. Everyone probably thinks he is dead anyways, so why not spend more time here? On top of all, he has his own human now.

He would get addicted to reader's care and would love feeling like a royalty, being served food, treated pretty much as a diety and being the center of reader's attention everytime he decides to tell them about all of his abilities and the pros of being homunculus.

I think he would think of various ways to get to a stone so that he can regain his abilities. Staying with reader and talking to them is quite interesting and new to him, but he would definitely miss being able to use his full abilities. If he manages to return them, the first thing he would do would be to show off to reader, taking in their compliments and watching them stand in awe as he shape-shifts into all kinds of things.

Sooner of later I think he would totaly forget about all the stuff he used to be interested in doing before. He is curious as to how living with his human would be like and in what new ways he would use his abilities.

[animeyanderelover]

Edward!! From Fullmetal Alchemist!

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession

Quick, little Hc's

🦾​Edward refrains from touching you with his right arm. Not necessarily because he feels insecure about the fact that his right arm is made of metal but more so because he wishes to feel you when he touches you with his hand, a sensation that he will not experience if he were to use his right hand. Whenever he holds your hand, touches your face or pulls you closer to him it is in most cases with his left hand, warm with the blood flowing beneath the skin. It's very likely that his right arm possesses more strength due to being made out of steel, a strength he might not even be aware of until you notify him of it. He has a very short temper, his emotions easily flaring up and none of that is made better when his obsession is thrown into that mix. Whenever he feels jealous, angry, possessive or protective his steel arm tightens its hold. He has hurt you a few times as a result of this strength he has and it has made him only more aware and cautious to not use his right arm to touch you as he realises that he might hurt you. His left arm is for showing you affection, his touch gentle and loving. His right arm is used to defend you against bad people, his grip cold and harsh.

[semicielo]

Hold (Edward Elric x fem reader)

Sometimes you just want to be hold.

Age up Edward Elric, establish relationship, sfw, fluff.

A/N: it’s been so long.

She was just there with Edward in a room full of silence, wouldn’t describe it as relaxing, because it was more like a time of absolute peace.

Edward was the rock of her life, so strong, so loving. He was beautiful, his blonde silky hair, her look a like golden eyes when he look at her…

wow.

She was landing on his body hugging him and enjoying the sound of his heart, while he was sitting on the bed reading a book.

“A lot of things happened that is kinda strange all this peace.” He said.

“I like it…”

“Never said I don’t, for years this is what we looked for”

“Yeah…” she took a deep breath “like a dream came true”

He leave the book on the side, close his eyes and hug her, holding her in his arms.

Like a dream came true…

… wasn’t it?

[vassalor]

Little refresh for this meme in Wukong style :D

[adelheidvonschicksal]

Ed and Al x Fem Homunculus Reader platonic hcs! S/O isn’t under the control of Father or Dante, just a separate Homunculus created by Human Transmutation. Has the ability to turn limbs into other weapons making her the Ultimate Weapon but will hold weapons normally to not cause suspicion. Soft-spoken, quiet, mostly emotionless, she’s lived for years, traveling and learning new things and avoiding trouble, acting as a mercenary. Journeys with the brothers and becomes a mentor/big sister.

Edward

Being a Homunculus Edward is distrustful of you at first once he finds out what you are. He keeps an eye on you inside the town, waiting for the moment to confront you or to watch you slip up.

After you start traveling together, he still is a bit short and formal with you, but he doesn’t see you as the enemy anymore.

Being around you can make him uncomfortable at times because you remind him of his own failed human transmutation, and he sometimes thinks about the circumstances that led to your revival and who you must’ve lost to come back but it also humanizes you to him.

Eventually, he begins to rely on you after your time together to the point he’d trust to leave his brother and other friends under your protection when the time calls for it.

You two have more in common than you think, having that similar eye view of the world, and he knows and respects your boundaries pretty well. He has an interest in the different places you’ve travelled to and learned as well as Alphonse.

Thanks to your powers, you often train together to help him prepare for battles with different types of enemies.

Whenever Ed and Al fight, he comes to bother you and hang out in your room, clearly avoiding the situation until you force them to make up.

Alphonse

The younger brother warms up to you much more quickly than the other, coming to you to vent or ask questions. He also wants to believe you’re a good person, that people like you are individual, good and bad.

He sees himself like you because your bodies both scare people, and you’re both the result of a tragic accident. But just as he can get his body back, you can be who you want to be as well.

He wonders if you ever feel lonely, and he wants to reassure you that he still wants you around or appreciates you as you are (as well as Ed). He thinks you’re a really good person even if your body can change.

You try to mentor him in the world, toughen him up a little; it’s hard to prepare a good heart for a harsh reality.

Al worries about you more than you do yourself. He would shield you if people tried to harm you by throwing rocks, brandishing weapons, or anything else at you. It doesn’t matter how you see things. It doesn’t matter if you don’t really show emotions or become numb to people being scared of you when they figure out who you are—he’s the one who made the choice to want to protect you.

He sees you as his big sister, constantly telling you how you remind him of his other friend, Winry, because you always get angry on other people’s behalf before your own because you care for them. It makes him like you even more.

[fairy-writes]

hi! if its no trouble for u, could i request an edward elric/reader fluff with a lot of pining coming from him?? i adore your fma fics so much!! <333

TOUCHY

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Gender Neutral!Reader, Fluff, Pining, Kind of Oblivious!Edward?

Notes: Thank you for liking my silly little FMA fics! I adore writing them!!

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You were always touchy. 

Not in a creepy or perverse way. But in the way that you’d always hold Edward’s hand when out traveling. You’d play with his hair whenever he allowed you to. When you’d make dinner, you’d brush your hand across his shoulders as if reassuring yourself that he was still there as he sat at the kitchen table and rambled about alchemy. 

All of which happened more than he liked to admit. 

But he couldn’t bring himself to care. 

1904

It started when you were young.

His mother had just baked an apple pie, but for whatever reason, wouldn’t let him eat some. Nor Alphonse, who was still just a tiny child at only four years old. Ed himself was five, but that wasn’t the point. 

The point was that he couldn’t have any apple pie!

“Get your shoes on, Ed. We’re going out.” His mother called from the kitchen, where she was lacing up Al’s shoes. Ed grumbled but sat down by the front door and obediently started tying his shoes. He looped the bunny ears around one another and tied a sloppy knot, but that didn’t matter. 

Maybe his mother would let him have some of that apple pie when they were done getting back from whatever they were doing! 

His stomach rumbled at the thought, and his mouth watered, but he pushed on and carefully held his little brother’s hand as his mother carried the pie in one hand and held Al’s free hand in the other. 

They stopped at a little house just down the street. Ed frowned and looked up at his mom, but she was watching the people file in and out with armfuls of boxes. 

Maybe someone was moving in? 

She eventually headed up the three steps to the front door and knocked. Al let go of Ed’s hand and clung to her dress. Ed stood a little behind and jumped as the front door opened. It was an older woman, Ed didn’t know her age as he had never seen her before. Her face split into a polite smile, 

“Can I help you?” She asked. Her voice reminded Ed of Granny Pinako’s: kind and welcoming with just a touch of sternness. His mom smiled that winning smile of hers, and she held out the apple pie. 

What was she doing?!

“My name is Trisha Elric. These are my sons Edward and Alphonse. We just wanted to welcome you into the neighborhood.” She said, and the woman’s face warmed like a sunrise. She took the pie gratefully and knelt to greet the two boys. Ed scowled. He didn’t like this lady. She got their apple pie!

“My name is Agnes, but everyone calls me Grammy. It’s nice to meet you both.” She said kindly, and Al peeked his head from where he had been hiding it in the fabric of their mother’s dress. 

“‘m Al.” He mumbled, and at his mother’s insistence, Ed jabbed a finger at his chest. 

“I’m Ed!” He said, still a bit miffed at the idea of not getting any apple pie. Agnes looked behind her and called a name before turning back to the Elric brothers. 

“I have a grandchild about your age. I think you’ll like them.” She said cryptically, and you appeared from around the side of the house. 

You were dressed in a pair of dirt-covered overalls and carried a bug net over your shoulder. You had a grin decorating your features that put Winry’s to shame as you scampered up the steps.

“Grammy! What’s that?!” You chirped, and your grandmother gestured to the boys and their mother. 

“These are the Elric’s. They brought us a pie to welcome us to our new home. Can you say hello?” She said gently, and you turned, dropping your bug net and throwing your arms around Ed and Al with a cheer. 

“Thank you for the pie!”

Ed pushed you off stubbornly, and Al froze stiffly. You stumbled a bit from his push, but your smile didn’t disappear in the slightest. You turned to Agnes and pointed at them, 

“Can they come in and have some pie, Grammy?” You asked, and Ed perked up the slightest bit. (Not that he’d admit it.) 

Agnes hemmed and hawed before looking to their mother. 

“Would it be alright? I don’t want to keep you if you’re busy.” She said, and their mother looked down at the two young children. 

“What do you think, boys?” She asked, and before Al could even get a word in, Ed piped up.

“Yes!” He said, and his mom raised an eyebrow. He deflated slightly at the look. “Yes, please.” He mumbled, and she smiled. 

“If it isn’t too much trouble, we’d love to share some with you.”

And that kickstarted your friendship.

1905

“Ed! Al! There you are!” Your voice carries up the hill where the brothers are reading under a tree. Ed looks up and scowls when he sees you tromping up the hill with a basket in one hand and your ever-trusty bug net in the other. 

He didn’t want to see you right now.

You’d just pull them away from their research. 

From however close they were to bringing their mother back to life.

You made it to the top of the hill and flopped down next to them, swinging your legs over Ed’s as you dug through the basket. Al sat up immediately, his stomach rumbling already as you begin to pull out sandwiches and thermoses of something to drink.

“Granny Pinako said you guys hadn’t eaten yet, so Grammy made you lunch!” You said and tried to hand Ed a sandwich. He pushed it away. 

“We aren’t hungry.” He snapped and looked over to where Al was already stuffing his face with a sandwich. You raised an eyebrow as his own stomach groaned and his face flushed pink. 

Ed angrily took a sandwich and unwrapped it, shoving half in his mouth to your surprised squawk. 

“You’ll choke!” 

“I’m fine!” He garbled out through his mouthful and chewed, stubbornly refusing to look at you. You had adjusted in a half-circle to lay your head in his lap, gently pushing the book he had been reading out of the way. However, you carefully saved his spot with the scrap of paper he had used as a bookmark before pushing it aside. 

At least you didn’t dogear the page. 

“What are you guys working on?” You asked, and Al shut his book quickly before you could get a peek. 

“It’s a secret!” He said quickly, and you frowned, reaching up to poke Ed’s nose. He swatted your hand away. 

“Alright… I won’t pry. It’s probably alchemy anyway, and that stuff makes my head hurt. Just… Don’t get hurt, okay?” You say seriously, and Ed blinks. You weren’t going to pry? You were one of the nosiest people he knew! You were always asking questions, dumb or not. It was one of the reasons he liked hanging around you. 

1910

When Ed opened his eyes, he was met with a familiar ceiling. 

What? 

The last thing he remembered was… What was the last thing he remembered?

A white room.

A set of stone doors. 

Oh… Right…

“You’re awake!” Comes your voice, and he turns to the left to see you sitting at his bedside, a book in your lap and an empty glass of water on the bedside table. You smiled at him, shut your book, and set it aside. 

“Where am I?” He asked, his voice cracking from disuse. How long had he been unconscious? 

“At Granny Pinako’s. It’s been two days. Al brought you here after…” You trailed off, and your expression saddened. 

Al! 

Where was his little brother?!

You must’ve noticed the panic on his face and put a hand on his to keep him from freaking out. It worked better than he would’ve liked to admit. 

“Al’s okay. He’s helping Granny Pinako in the kitchen. I can go fetch him if you’d like.” Ed nodded, and you smiled once again, patting his hand before leaving the room. 

Al tumbled in soon after, the relief evident in his new tinny armored voice. 

“Brother! You’re awake!” He exclaimed. Ed simply grinned, suddenly feeling very exhausted despite having just woken up. He slumped back against his pillows, feeling almost… empty, as memories rushed back to him. 

Human Transmutation. 

Their mother. Or rather what was supposed to be their mother. 

The Truth.

Losing his limbs.

Losing his limbs.

He looked down, spotting where his right arm and left leg used to be. They were really gone…

“Y’know, they stayed by your side the entire time.” Al’s voice breaks him from his reverie. He looked over at his brother with a frown. 

“Who?” Al chuckles and jerks his head toward the door where you had left them. He was mature for a ten-year-old, but then again, he had to be. 

“They didn’t leave your side the entire two days you were sleeping. They even held your hand, too!” He said.

Ed squirmed in his bed, cheeks flushed pink, and avoided his teasing younger brother’s gaze. Al’s tone of voice indicated that he was having fun teasing Ed. He always had way too much fun teasing him when it came to you. 

And Ed could never figure out why. 

1911

“You can’t!” You cried, catching Ed’s arm as he packed his suitcase. He was almost ready. Ready for the State Alchemist’s exam. Ready to get their bodies back. There was only one thing in the way and that was you. 

“Why not?” He snapped back, pulling his automail hand from your grip and shoving his notes in his suitcase. 

“Because you know how I feel about the military! You know what they’ll have you do?! They’ll have you kill people!” You exclaimed, and he scowled down at his folded clothes. 

But he doesn’t say anything. 

Because what can he say? He knew full well how you felt about the military. You had opposed their place in Ishval the moment you knew what was happening, even as a child. You opposed the genocide of the Ishvalan people to the point it would get you in trouble at school. 

Ed knew he wouldn’t be able to refuse if he became a dog of the military. He wouldn’t be able to say no. But this is one of the only chances he has to get Al’s body back. 

So he had to go. 

And in going, he left you behind. 

1911

He did it. 

He was officially a member of the military. 

A State Alchemist. 

A dog.

Ed leaned his head on the train window as he watched the scenery pass by. Resembool was but a few hours away, and then he’d see Al again. See Winry and Pinako. See Grammy. See you. 

Would you hate him for joining the military? He had left early in the morning before you woke up, so he didn’t get to see you one last time before leaving for his exam. Al, Winry, and Pinako had seen him off, and he thought that was good enough. 

So why did his heart ache in his chest?

The ride to Resembool was thankfully uneventful, and soon, he was home. His automail creaked a bit; he had forgotten to maintain it in the few days he had been at Central. But that didn’t matter. He slung his suitcase over his shoulder and made the long walk back to Rockbell Automail. 

Den alerted everyone to his presence by barking. Al came rushing out around the side of the house in excitement as soon as he heard his brother’s voice. Winry peeked her head out her balcony window and waved before ducking back inside to work on whatever project she had been working on. And Granny Pinako came out to greet him.

Ed heard the pattering of feet just as he opened the front door before he was quite literally tackled to the ground. 

It didn’t take much to realize who exactly had tackled him. 

It was you!

He managed to sit up before you were throwing your arms around his neck and nearly knocking him over again. 

“You idiot! You left without saying goodbye!” You whispered, and he just hugged you back in a rare show of affection. 

“Sorry.” That was all he managed. 

You didn’t hate him. 

You still cared. 

And for some reason, that was better than anything else. 

1915

They had done it. 

Father was defeated. 

Al had his body back. Ed had his arm back, but that paled in comparison to the fact that Al had his body back.

Already, his younger brother had quite the appetite but was forced to stick to soups and soft foods while he got used to having a mouth and stomach again. He was supposed to start physical therapy as soon as he was given a clean bill of health. 

There was a knock on their shared hospital door, and he looked up from where Winry was fixing up his automail leg. Who was here? It wasn’t Granny Pinako. She was getting too old to travel now. It wasn’t Grammy. She had passed away last year from an illness. Was it you? Or was it someone from the military?

It was the former. 

You tumbled in with a bouquet of flowers and their names on your lips. 

“Granny said—” You come to a halt when you see Al sitting up in bed, eating slowly with some help from a nurse. Tears well up in your eyes, and the flowers in your hands begin to tremble. 

“You made it!” Winry exclaimed and got up to embrace you. You seemed to be on cloud nine as you gave her a hug, then Al, and then stood before Ed. Your lower lip wobbled, and he vaguely heard Winry and the nurse helping Al out of the room to give you both some privacy. 

“You have your arm back.” You said softly, and he held it up, flexing the nonexistent muscles almost as proof. Your tears welled up once again, and you set the flowers down on the bedside table before you hugged him tightly. He wraps his arms—both of them—tightly around your middle and pulls you almost into his lap. Your head nestles in the crook of his shoulder, and he can hear your sniffles as you cry tears of joy. 

You were always touchy. 

But he didn’t mind it one bit. 

[ransprang]

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

[zaimta]

彡EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE

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

˗ˏˋ«────── « 𓆩♡𓆪 » ──────»

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.

[mcverse]

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

༘⋆✿ Rᴇϙᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ: Yᴇꜱ/Nᴏ

༘⋆✿ Tʏᴘᴇ: Hᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ&Sᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏ

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

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

༘⋆✿ ​Hᴏᴍᴇ

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

​ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ & ꜱʜᴀʀᴇꜱ ​ᴀʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ

CHILDHOOD

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a happy family...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

TEENAGER YEARS (armor form)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ADULT HOOD (human form)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Edward Elric x Reader but the reader is ishvalan(like scar)and how they just navigate the world as a couple ig💕

No Matter How Hard You Try (Edward Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗶 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀 (𝗶𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝘁). 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘅𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗮/𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗶𝘀𝗺/𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻(𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗽𝘀 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘃𝗼𝗰𝗮𝗯𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿𝘆) 𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

You always thought that being in his arms was the safest place in the world. Especially with eyes like yours.

  He was never afraid to hold you tight and hold you close. Never afraid to be the one to grab your hand and to pull you to his side- even to the annoyance of his boss and all the other officers above him. His touch could be the perfect blend of warm on a cold day and cold on a hot day. He’s strong and he’s smart and he’s kind to you. He protects you from the stares of eyes that wander too far. He defends you from the words that you never deserved to hear. He sees you for more than just the color of your eyes and the shade of your skin. So much more.

  And he’s all you could ever want. So you always felt like you could sleep the most soundly when he has you tucked into bed and curled up right beside him as you both slept. You always felt like you could smile more easily when he was there, escorting you from place to place- and no taking shit from no one who makes fun of the great Fullmetal Alchemist and his little girlfriend. 

  But right now, your feelings can’t help but change. In some ways, you still feel that being in his arms is the safest place in the world. But right now?

   You can’t help but feel like it’s the saddest place in the world too.

  “Ed…”

  This corner of the library is particularly quiet. It’s always been secluded from the occasional person dropping by for a quick read. That’s why the two of you like it so much. That’s why this spot makes you so happy. He could spend hours here. Combing over book after book while adding pages upon pages into his research journal. And you could spend hours here too. Sitting sideways on his lap and drifting in and out of sleep with your face in his neck. In between your naps, you feel his right hand slip just underneath your shirt, drawing small circles into your skin with metal fingers just barely covered by his gloves. In between the words he writes and the words he reads, you wrap your arms around his neck press kisses to his cheek, and bask in the butterflies that float around your stomach as he smiles back in response. Enjoying the company the two of you bring to each other. Enjoy the little moments of peace between the storms. 

  But sometimes you have to face the storm before you can go through it.

  “Ed,” You whisper again when you find that he’s too engrossed in his book to hear you. Just a low, low sound that barely drifts beyond where the two of you are seated. You make careful work not to be disruptive to him or anyone else who could be lurking around the two of you. But the more you sit here, the more you think and think and think. And as much as you tried not to dwell on it, you couldn’t help but let your mind slip. These hours together are long, but you enjoy them the best you can. But sometimes, even that’s not enough. “Edward.”

  At the sound of his full name being whispered into his ear, he twitches. The hand he has resting across your waist adjusts itself before grabbing a fistful of your shirt’s material and squeezing. It’s a playful touch. The type of PDA he’s not afraid to show off in front of everyone despite your growing embarrassment. But this time, you can’t focus on the flustered feeling and the heat growing in your cheeks. You can’t think about it all. 

  “Shh, I’m almost done for the day.” He tells you with a whisper, gently placing his pen down in his notebook as he finishes the sentence he was currently writing. For a second, his eyes slide over to your face as he turns and faces you. But the kind smile he was going to offer to you disappears within the second he notices the look on your face. “What’s wrong? Did you see something? Was someone there? Did someone scare you?”

  He fires off his questions at rapid speed, the concern now lacing his voice as his brows furrow and his eyes darken. The arm around your waist squeezes you to his chest just a little tighter than before. And while you’re more than appreciative of your boyfriend’s protectiveness towards you, you make sure to circle your arms around his shoulders and shake your head in response to all that he’s asking you. 

  “Are you sure?” He asks you, voice just louder than a whisper. His voice, despite the soft lilt it takes to be comforting for you, holds a well of seriousness that shows off just how concerned he is for your well-being. Still, you shake your head no again and try wiping off the apparently very evident frown on your face for his sake. Though instead of a reassuring smile, the look gets replaced with a pout that you just can’t seem to shake off, no matter how hard you try. Noticing your frustration, Ed's concern for you only grows. In an instant, he’s wrapping both arms around you and turning your body ever so slightly so you can look him directly in the eye as he talks to you. “Are you tired? Do you need Al to walk you home? I can go find him right now if you would like?”

  “No, Ed that’s not…” You start to say but then your voice stops. Almost as if it couldn’t bare the words you were about to say. Almost as if you hadn’t said it ten times before. Still, it doesn’t make things any easier. You take a deep breath, trying to collect your thoughts but nothing comes out. Nothing works. Nothing sounds right. Nothing helps. Nothing at all. But the hands resting on your sides are encouraging as they give you tiny squeeze after squeeze, urging you to use more of your words. You owe that to him, at the very least. You owe it to him to communicate and not mope around. Wishing and wishing things could be so much different than they are. “I…”

  And knowing that you’re getting exactly what you signed up for when you said yes to that first date the youngest State Alchemist ever asked you out on.

  “You’re leaving again, aren’t you Ed.”

  You aren’t supposed to know. You aren’t supposed to know a lot of things but your Ed’s and he doesn’t mind sharing with you despite the harsh words from all his comrades that see you as nothing but an enemy- present, past, and future. You aren’t supposed to know a lot of things, but judging from his reaction he really didn’t want you to know this one thing. At least not right now. 

  And you know this easily. You know this because the hands on your waist begin to squeeze. Harder than he usually squeezes. As if he doesn’t remember his own strength. Yet he still manages to stop all on his own. Right before the feeling of hurt starts to bubble up from the depths. But that’s the thing about Ed. He never tries to hurt you. 

  So instead, he loosens his grip. And he sighs. 

  “Al and I have a new lead on my research. But there’s another reason they want me out there. ” He mumbles, eyes avoiding yours. He keeps his response short like he doesn’t want prying ears to find out the exact truth behind his words. Like he doesn’t want your ears to find out the truth behind what’s left unsaid. The challenges that he’ll face. The dangers he’ll witness. And you hate it. “Recent orders, I’m sorry. I only found out today.”

  You shoot him a look as you let your arms fall from his shoulders to halfway down his arms. Now it’s your turn to sigh. “Ed-” You start to chastise him, but he’s quick to cut you off with something new.

  “Scar is going to be there.” He tells you. His tone is even but there’s a bite in those golden eyes of his. A snarl. You can see it even though he refuses to look you in the eyes. You can see it because you know him too well not to.“ And Mustang wants me gone by tomorrow morning.”

  You take a deep breath. And then another one. Ed is finally looking at you now. Reading your expressions as best as he can. And just like you know him too well, he knows exactly what frustration looks like upon your lips. But even the feeling of him reaching up and taking a strand of your pretty white hair and curling it around his finger like you’re the most precious thing in the world does little to stop the fears and ideas that fight for attention in your head.

  “Where are you going?” You ask quietly. The fear of knowing the type of situations his job puts him in has your throat going tight with worrying. But you don’t ever want something like fear to stop you from loving him. Because he never let it stop him too. “Maybe I could go to the station now and buy a ticket. I still have a bag packed from when you-”

  “You’re not going.” A flat-out rejection. Denial of the century. Ed’s books and research journals have long since been abandoned in favor of putting all his attention on you and telling you that you can’t come with him. No matter how much you want to. No matter how hard you try. “It’s too dangerous.”

  But you’re not the type to take it sitting down.

  “It’s not too dangerous, Ed. Scar wouldn’t hurt me You know he wouldn’t.” You respond back, facing your boyfriend straight on with a determined frown of your own. His lips are set in a straight line as you challenge him head-on. But the memories of the last time you were present when Scar was in town are evidence enough that you don’t have to worry about him, even if you aren’t the best fighter. Besides, you aren’t totally helpless. And you know you’ve been a great help to him and his brother along their journey more than they can count. “So you don’t have to leave me here like I’m just some-”

  “I’m not afraid of him hurting you.”

  His words bite in quick and hard and fast as he cuts you off. There’s a certain type of sternness in his voice. A sound that isn’t unfamiliar. But a sound you don’t love when it’s turned on to you. When you look into his eyes, they’re all set ablaze once more, his own sense of frustration settling in at your stubborn nature. But now his jaw is clenched and the grip on your waist and returning with full force. You’re glad it’s not the automail hand this time though. Not because you’re afraid of getting hurt. But because you’re afraid if he holds you with that hand hard enough, you really won’t be able to chase after him- no matter how hard you try.

    “I’m not afraid of him hurting you.” He tells you again, as his words didn’t have the effect he wanted them to have the first time around. But this body of his relaxes and he sighs for the umpteenth time today. His grip loosens, his shoulders slump, and he lets his head fall and fall and fall forward until suddenly there’s warm skin and silky, long blonde hair brushing up against your forehead. He closes his eyes and he breathes you in. Your arms circle his shoulders once more as you tug him a little closer and you breathe him in too. Your eyes closed and your mood has significantly calmed down before the next time you hear him speak. “I’m afraid of what others may do to you when they see that you’re Ishvalan too.” 

  Outwardly, you shiver at those words. But on the inside, you’re cowering at them. It’s a very real fear to have. One that is all too real, even. And you know, because you have it too. Because there are days when people are brave enough to cast judgment upon you because of the color of your eyes in front of Ed.

  So there must certainly be days when people will do more than just use your words without the Fullmetal Alchemist by your side.

  “I’m sorry, but that’s one risk I’m not willing to take. Not while I’m so far away from you.” He speaks again, but you’re holding him close and holding tight now because you’re already halfway toward forgiving already. Though that does little to stop him from turning his head and pressing his lips to your cheek over and over again. As if that will make things better. As if it will make your worries and your fears go away. “Major Armstrong was assigned to be your escort while I’m gone. He’ll take care of you. You’ll be okay.”

  But will he?

  “Ed…” You murmur softly. Those hands of his are keeping you rooted to his lap. Those hands of his are making you promise that you won’t do anything crazy or reckless while he’s not around. And those hands of his are running themselves up and down your sides as he wants to try to memorize the shape of your body against yours one more time. Warm on a cold day. Cold on a hot day. For good measure, he uses both. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I know, I know.” 

  But you don’t want to be in his arms unless you know he’ll be safe the moment he leaves yours too.

  “...I don’t want to leave you either.”

  However impossible that may be.