#fma_60min

[musing-and-music]

Masterpost - My 2022 in fics

So, last year I've written a good number of fics, in two main fandoms and various ratings, so this post will be divided in three parts: my Fullmetal Alchemist fics, my A Song of Ice and Fire and Game of Thrones fics, and the fics in both fandoms that are rated M or E (when they're not part of series I'll promote as well)

As you'll see, it has been a year of gifts, collabs, and exchanges, and I'm pretty satisfied with everything I've written!

Fullmetal Alchemist

Amestrian chronicles: Ratings G & T A series begun in 2021 with all the non-Royai one-shots I write during the "Nuits du FoF" (a monthly writing event on ffnet with other French writers) on the themes I'm given then. I write about lots of different characters, so you might find something that pleases you!

Regency AU series: Ratings G to E | Royai & Havolina I wrote the parts 3 to 7 in 2022!

The Amestrian hour (fma_60min): Ratings G to E | Mainly Royai, but other characters have their own part. The series written with the themes given on Twitter! Parts 7 to 16 were written in 2022

Amestris News Network Presents: The Mustang + Hawkeye Wedding Special: Rating T | Royai | Podfic In tonight's episode of A.N.N., radio show host and hopeless romantic Cecilia Marron takes her listeners on a beautiful journey of love. An amazing project I've been part of this past year!!! It was just awesome to work with my friends who are talented writers and podficcers!

A day away, where we both yearned to be: Rating T | Royai | One-Shot. Riza had plans for her day off, but that was before Roy barged in her home with his own plans Plans that are definitely better anyway Written for @kangdae95draws about the theme of anniversary

Royai Week 2022: Ratings G, T, E | Royai Many flavors of Royai in 7 one-shots!

Growing words: Rating T | Royai & Havolina This is a small collection of the fics written thanks to the prompts my friends sent me over tumblr, for Royai and Havolina

Is it the place or the people? (that warms my cold bones): Rating T | Royai & Havolina & Team Mustang After a time outside in the cold, Jean comes back to the teachers' room to find the people who take important parts of his life. A team of people, warm, welcoming, and caring Written for the FMA Secret Santa!

A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones

Dawn: Rating T | Post S8Ep03 | Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth | One-shot The battle against the White Walkers is over, and there's work to do. But Jaime and Brienne take the time to speak. The first fic I've ever written on GoT, just after the third episode came out in 2019! Why is it in my 2022 masterpost, you will ask? Well, because this OS has been written in French first, and translated almost 3 years later into English

A few nights in Westeros: Rating T | Jaime/Brienne Compilation of JB one-shots, in various situations and universes, written about various themes The themes are the ones from the "Nuits du FoF"

She's not a diamond: Rating T | Jaime/Brienne | Regency AU Brienne knew how she looked like. However, she'd never thought she could attract the interest of the queen's brother, Jaime Lannister, during her presentation Each chapter is written after a theme given during the "Nuits du FoF"

You dropped your bear: Rating T | Jaime/Brienne | OS, Canon-divergence When she comes back from one moon turn in the wilderness, a bear on her shoulders, Brienne doesn't expect to bump into Kingsguard Jaime Lannister Quite literally I've been inspired by Izumi and Sig Curtis' first meeting for this one-shot!

I'm grateful (that you are alive): Rating T | Jaime/Brienne, Podrick Payne POV | Post ADWD After the encounter between Jaime Lannister and Lady Stoneheart, Podrick sees the way the knight behaves with his Ser-lady, and wonders about their relationship. He makes unexpected allies on the way to bring them together. Written for my first exchange about JB! My first fic gift in the fandom, and I loved writing it 🥰

We're a long term project: Rating T | Jaime/Brienne | Modern AU Brienne is working in Catelyn Stark's team on a new plane engine. But the need for a more experienced engineer is rising, and Stark Engines hire Jaime Lannister, veteran from Baratheon Brothers and heir to LannisCorp. But his past and sharp behavior don't make him the best coworker… especially since he's put in Blondie's-"My name is Brienne!"- office, to her utter frustration But with time and understanding, can they come to work more peacefully together? become friends? or more? Another exchange fic! This time for the A Little Island of Light exchange, with the book characterization of Jaime and Brienne

NSFW fics

et moi je rêve de gestes défendus: Rating E | Royai | 1/2 chapters. Roy has finished grading his students' papers and can finally rest But an accidental phone call from Riza keeps him very awake. Now he can't rest before he's dealt with the problem hearing his girlfriend moaning his name has aroused

Ugly Love: Rating E | Royai | Modern AU They refused to love. Passion will break their rules. The translation of one of my friends' fics!

Let the sun rise over a new life: Rating E | Jaime/Brienne | Post Long Night After the Long Night, Brienne finds herself wanting. Wanting something that her husband will be happy to gift her - once she realizes what it is My second exchange for JB this past year, and my first smut with them!

[tinfigs]

Riza, glock in hand: what is your PLAN here

Roy:

[brancadoodles]

for @fma_60min - Alternate Universe

[kylermalloy]

“You’re my present this year.”

In an alternate universe, Ed and Al are the featured siblings in the infamous Folgers commercial.

Completed in 56 minutes for the FMA_60min challenge on Twitter!

[konekowrites]

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Pairing: Ed/Al Rating: T Warnings: Sibling Incest

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The first thing Al is conscious of is warmth.  He hadn’t been in that endless void for very long—he hadn’t, his soul, not his body—and he didn’t realize just how cold it was until he felt the warmth of the sun on his skin.  It stings a bit too, and the coat that someone hastily wraps around his nakedness is rough and heavy and smells of sour sweat and gunpowder.  It’s all so much, too much to take in more than a little bit at a time.  How long has it been since he’d felt, smelled, tasted his own dry tongue and teeth?

It takes him a few minutes to even parse the massive amount of sensation all hitting at once.  The sun is obvious, though it’s not as bright through his closed eyelids has he might expect.  Then grass, itchy at the backs of his thighs where the coat doesn’t cover.  A different pressure-warmth-moving support at his back.

Ed.

He can feel his brother breathing, hitched and fast as it is, the way Ed’s arms wrap around his chest and the sticky sweat on his forehead when it drops to rest on Al’s shoulder.

“I got you.  You’re back.  You’re here.”

Then Al drifts, and doesn’t come back to awareness for a few minutes.

***

He does a lot of that, those first few hours of his return.  His body had been held in stasis, just on the edge of starvation, for so many years.  Now, without the being from the gate keeping it stable, it’s wobbling along the line between life and death.  He hears some of the discussion, about atrophied muscles and weak lungs and a weaker heart.  His eyes aren’t working great either, apparently suffering something like an extreme case of snow-blindness after all those years of searing white. 

Ed doesn’t hear it.  He’d confirmed that Al was awake and listened when Al insisted that he was alright to walk.  They had seen off Ling and May, and then Ed had left him with a medic and disappeared on an errand of his own.

Al doesn’t ask what it was.  It must have been important, since Ed had stayed barely long enough to get his own arm bandaged, and anyway, it’s probably for the best.  Al loves his brother, of course he does, but having Ed hover over him while the medics poke and prod and listen and palpate, getting more and more agitated with each new discovery, wouldn’t have helped.

He’s hustled into a hospital bed, an IV set in the crook of one arm and saline spreading cold up his veins.  Another thing that it’s probably better for Ed to miss.  He’s offered ice chips, which finally help with the dryness in his mouth but ache on his tongue, and forbidden from drinking the glass of water he desperately wants.  After the ice chips, he has to admit it’s probably a bad idea.  His guts churn unhappily, cramping painfully as his digestive processes restart.

“You can have some broth in a couple of hours,” one of the doctors tells him.  “You’re in for a rough time, kid.”

Well, at least she’s honest.  Al closes his unfocused eyes and sleeps for the first time in five years.

***

“Get out of my way!  I don’t care!  Let me see him—no, don’t touch me!”

It’s Ed’s strident voice that wakes him, but the massive crash that follows would have done it too.  Al doesn’t bother to sit up or open his eyes, but he feels a smile tug at the corner of his lips.  (And isn’t that a miracle on its own, feeling his own face again?)  He waits for the door to bang open before he turns his head, pries one eye open to watch the black-and-gold blur that is his brother launch across the room to his bedside.

For all his yelling and banging around, the hand that grips Al’s fingers is gentle.  “I’m so sorry, Al, I got back and they’d taken you away, and when I asked they said you were really sick, and I didn’t realize—“

“I know, Nii-san,” Al says, tilting his head and thrilling when Ed’s other hand comes up warm against his cheek.  “I didn’t know how bad it was.  I got told off for walking around so quick.”

“Good,” Ed grumbles, and there’s a loud shuffling as he sinks to his knees on the hard floor next to Al’s bed.

That can’t be comfortable.  Ed still smells like the fight, too.  Like ozone and blood and sweat and stone dust.  It itches in Al’s nose.  He breathes deep and revels in it.

“You know, you could sit in the chair,” he points out quietly.  Not that he wants Ed to move away—he wants Ed to stay close, far more than he really should—but he should be resting his own injured body rather than kneeling at Al’s bedside.

Ed snorts, and his face comes into focus just for an instant before he leans forward to press his forehead against Al’s, like he’d done so many, many times when Al was in the armor.  “I’m good here,” he whispers.  “I’d rather stay.”

It can’t possibly be good for Al’s heart to be going this fast, and had he ever felt it pounding insistent in his throat like this back before he’d lost his body?  Emotions are so strange with a physical body to feel them, the tingling warmth that reaches his fingertips and burns in his ears and tickles in his belly.

At least it confirms that what he thought he’d felt in his empty hollow soul was real.

Not that he’s going to act on it.  It’s more than enough to have Ed here, breath even and light against Al’s mouth, the flutter of his eyelashes like butterfly wings brushing Al’s own.  More than enough with Ed’s nose brushing against his, which feels different from how he expected, pressure that travels through the cartilage of his face.  More than enough to feel Ed’s inhale hitch, feel the heat of his tongue bare millimeters from Al’s skin as it flickers out to wet dry lips.

To feel Ed close that last tiny gap and—

Ed is—

Wait—

The kiss is gentle, belying the desperation he can almost taste under the restrained pressure of his brother’s lips.  Ed is shivering, even more than Al is when he raises a shaking hand to grasp at Ed’s tangled hair.  It feels greasy under his fingers, sharp contrast to the softness of Ed’s mouth, and Al wants to stay like this forever—

Unfortunately his body has other ideas, and he finally pulls away with a gasp.  His chest aches, heart struggling to keep up with current events, and his lungs burn on his inhale.  Ed has frozen, eyes wide and frightened when Al manages to force his own back open, and he can’t help the quivering laugh that escapes.

“I can’t do that very much right now, I think,” he breathes.  “We’ll just have to wait until I get better.”

He laughs again at the comical relief that washes over Ed’s face, before Ed clenches his hand tight on Al’s and leans forward to burrow against the blanket under Al’s chin.

“Thank you.  Sorry.”

He feels the words as much as hears them, and of course Ed is apologizing for the best thing that has ever happened to Al in his life.  He can’t move much—at least Ed is half-lying on the arm that doesn’t have a needle stuck in it, but it means he can’t reach Ed’s hair to stroke it like he desperately wants to do—so he settles for bending his neck and resting his cheek against Ed’s head.  “I love you,” he breathes, though he’s not sure if Ed actually hears him.

This time when he drifts into sleep it feels less like falling and more like a beginning.

[lilxxbrainrot]

The first prompt for the #FMA_60Min Challenge was [new beginning]

So here's the (really) short ficlet I wrote for it.

👉🏻👈🏻

It's Ed&Al but not really intended as shippy content.

Remember that you can participate at any time! You just gotta stay under the 60 minutes deadline!

And it doesn't have to be a fic; you can draw something, make and edit, whatever you would like to!

[fullmetalmonty]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types, Full - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye & Roy Mustang Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Slice of Life, Post Epilogue Summary:

“Are you okay, General?” Riza asked him, with more sarcastic concern than serious. “Yes!” he said sharply. He realized his voice sounded unnatural and strange to him. It was about an octave too high and strangely stilted. Why are you making this weird? Calm down! he thought to himself. He cleared his throat and looked down at his uniform, brushing a bit of dust off his lapel and straightening his coat. “You’re early Major,” he said to Riza, finding the normalcy he always felt around her return again. This doesn’t have to be weird, see? he reassured himself. * Roy finds himself feeling unusually uncomfortable around Major Hawkeye. His reasons, however, are quite understandable.

[calistyksart]

"You were always here for me, loving me and support me. Now we start our new journey together."

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I participated in the fma_60 min event on Twitter and the prompt of this week was "new beginnings". You can participate too! it's really fun XD (and hard haha)

[klainelynch]

New Beginning

Summary: There's still a lot of work for Captain Hawkeye to do. But today, Riza's best friend needs her help.

Word count: 525

Written for the FMA_60min challenge on twitter

Read on AO3

[ao3feed-royai]

Love in the Rain

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3rCHhPE

by armstrongcurl

Roy gets caught in the rain. Riza helps him dry off.

Words: 961, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye

Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang

Additional Tags: FMA_60min, Royai - Freeform, Smut, Fluff, Sweet

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3rCHhPE

[ao3feed-fma]

We meet for the first time (or not)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fK3bJt

by Musing_and_Music

Jean raised his head, surprised. He met two golden eyes on a smiling face at the same level he was. The boy had short blond hair and seemed severely undernourished. Jean frowned, trying to remember where he’d seen this very familiar face and heard this voice.

Words: 986, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of The Amestrian hour (fma_60min)

Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Jean Havoc, Alphonse Elric, Edward Elric

Relationships: Alphonse Elric & Jean Havoc, Edward Elric & Jean Havoc, Alphonse Elric & Edward Elric

Additional Tags: FMA_60min, Recovery, Hospital, Plans For The Future, Post-Promised Day, I couldn't help but place that hint of Havolina at the end

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3fK3bJt

[musing-and-music]

Regency AU

A Royai and Havolina series, by Musing_and_Music

Riza lives in her father's house with Rebecca Catalina, daughter of a gentleman of lesser rank (as Berthold likes to recall the young ladies). She's fallen in love with Roy Mustang, who'd been her father's protegee. However, despite his money and good looks, he doesn't have a high rank in society. Mister Mustang has a valet, Jean Havoc, who looks very nice in Rebecca's eyes. The difference of ranks between them and the impropriety of their relationship is not an obstacle to their love.

Series of OS written in one hour for the fma_60min prompts on Twitter. (this post will be updated with each new OS)

through the thunder and the rain. Rating G | 1134 words | Royai | Theme: "Rain". “It looks like it will rain today,” she said as she took a toast and spread some butter on it. “Will you study in the library?” “Actually, I had another project in mind,” Roy replied. He sounded hesitant, and Riza’s interest rose. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to bring you somewhere, Miss Riza.”

Meeting in the library. Rating T | 899 words | Havolina | Theme: "Alternate Universe". Rebecca was about to take the book she’d begun the day before when someone coughed, startling her. “God! Jean!” She cried as the tall blond man appeared in front of her. “I’m not sure about the first one, but I’m definitely the second,” he replied with a wide grin, bending toward her.

Happy new year, miss Riza. Rating E | 1277 words | Royai | Theme: "Holidays". Her cheeks burned when she recalled his words the last time she’d spent some time with him. “I want to make you mine in every way possible,” he’d whispered in her ear, leaving her yearning, her core aching.

I want him, he wants me, that's all that matters. Rating M | 1219 words | Royai | Themes: "Snow" and "Tears" | Chapters 2/2. Riza stirred and her eyes fluttered open. She sighed, feeling the best she had in months. She was warm and comfortable, and two strong arms were circling her waist. Her eyes fell on the bedroom around her and memories from the night before came back to her mind. A large smile spread on her face as she recalled what Roy and her had done. She suppressed a giggle. At last they had made love. Roy had been so tender, so gentle, and so strong at the same time. She’d felt safe and loved and precious under his caresses and thrusts, she wanted to feel that way again and again. And go check make the moment right by the amazing @goneadrift, with the Havolina part of chapter 2!

A house and a home. Rating T | 1494 words | Havolina and Royai | Theme "Domestic". Riza had settled in Central City after her wedding with Roy Mustang, leaving Rebecca with her family in East City. Rebecca missed her terribly, and letters weren’t enough for them, so Riza had invited her for a few weeks to stay in their new house. Rebecca had accepted wholeheartedly. That meant she would see her best friend again after five long months. And she would see her love again too.

The sight descending toward me took my breath away. Rating T | 427 words | Royai | Prompt given by @klainelynch: Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. Roy gets home after a day of work, eager to greet his wife and make their day better

Peace is our future. Rating T | 1478 words | Havolina and Royai | Theme "Future". “I want us to be able to do that everyday,” she murmured. “I’d like us to not be a secret, Jean.” Jean stopped playing with her hair and cupped her cheek to lock their gazes together. “Then marry me, Rebecca.” Her breath caught in her lungs. “What?”

TBA...

[kylermalloy]

Like I’ve never seen the sky before

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Characters: Alphonse Elric/Edward Elric

Word Count: 670

Written for the FMA_60min challenge on Twitter. Prompt: “Let it out”

In the weeks after his restoration, Al finds himself moved to tears by the smallest of things. The softness of a blanket. The bite of the cold floor tile. The smell of boiled vegetables.

He blinks them away. It isn’t right to cry. To mourn.

He's back. He’s happy.

That should be it.

Keep reading

[konekowrites]

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist Pairing: Ed/Al Rating: T Warnings: Sibling incest

Written for the FMA 60 minutes challenge on Twitter.  This week’s theme was “Alternate Universe”.  I’m doing my occasional reread of the Bartimaeus Trilogy and this AU has been kicking around in my head for several weeks, but this was the perfect opportunity to actually write a scene for it.

Basic summary: I'm thinking that after Trisha's death Al was taken as a magician's apprentice. He remembers his birth name but not much else. Ed pissed off the wrong magician and while he lost his arm and leg, he should have been much worse off. That's how he discovered that he has some resilience against magic, and wound up part of the fledgling resistance movement. Al got shuffled into city level law enforcement position because while he would rather research spirits and the Other Place he is prodigiously talented and was causing some worry for the higher ups. Which is where he met this fascinating golden-eyed resistance fighter, and he can't help being drawn to him...

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Al glances uneasily at the vigilance sphere hovering conspicuously over the entrance to the backstreet pub, red glow illuminating the doorposts with bloody light.

“Ignore it,” Edward tells him, stepping forward confidently.  “They like to hover out here to intimidate us, but I don’t think that one even works.  It’s never done anything before.”

Al looks at him skeptically, but allows himself to be tugged forward.  Until the sphere lets out a pulse on the second plane, a subtle crimson burst that isn’t visible to any of the many patrons passing underneath it.

“I don’t know about before, but it definitely did something just now,” he informs his companion, pulling right back.

The change is immediate, Edward not even questioning the statement before he tenses and looks around.  He doesn’t have far to look, since the heavy-jawed, grey-clad officers of the Night Police have started in from their post on the corner, deceptively relaxed as they scan the crowd for the unfortunate person that had been recognized by the imp imprisoned in the sphere.  Al’s heart pounds, grip tightening as he prepares to run for it, but he knows all too well of the inhuman speed and fury of the Night Police—

Edward is far less concerned than he really ought to be, turning and sauntering casually down the road as if he’d just changed his mind about where he wants to eat tonight.  Al can’t help the whine that escapes between his teeth, fear coursing through his veins.  “What are you doing?  You know they’re going to spot you—“

“But they haven’t yet,” Edward says out of the corner of his mouth.  “If we run, that’s way more obvious.  Right now we’re just out for a stroll.”

He does duck into the nearest alley mouth, Al’s muscles quivering with tension as he follows.  It’s only after they’re out of sight of the main thoroughfare that Edward turns, a wicked grin flashing in the darkness.  “Now we run!”

He takes off down the alley, skirting puddles and bin bags with practiced ease, and Al is tugged along helplessly in his wake.  Ed moves fast for having an artificial leg; Al can barely keep up, shoes sliding on the wet cobbles on every other step.  They turn another corner into an even darker street just as a bestial growl sounds behind them.

Terror turns Al’s guts to water.

“Come on!”

Edward pulls him around another corner, scoots between two over-flowing and reeking dumpsters, then down yet another street.  “It’ll hide our scent,” he pants, dodging across a more crowded road and plunging into another alley.  Another turn—Al has no idea where they even are anymore—and then he easily vaults a gate and disappears into the blackness.

“Edward!”  It comes out high-pitched and frantic, since he can hear the startled exclamations of the crowd in the street they’d just left, doubtless because an officer had just sprinted through them, hot on the trail.

“Climb over!”

Limbs shaking, driven by adrenaline, he scrambles frantically over the metal of the gate with significantly less grace than Edward had, tumbling to the dirt on the other side.  A single hand hauls him up, doesn’t let go of his shoulder as Edward pulls him through the dingy garden to a gap in the wall.  As his eyes adjust to the darkness he can see they’re in the gardens of a derelict set of row houses, boarded windows glaring blankly into the night and leafless trees slowly shriveling behind the high bricks.  Through a spot where the wall had collapsed into the next garden, then ducking through an open gate, then Edward yanks him into a tiny space between the last house on the street and the partially-collapsing shed beside it.

They freeze, panting, waiting for any sound of pursuit.  It’s not really a hiding place meant to accommodate two people; their chests are pressed together as they heave for breath, Edward’s one arm around the back of Al’s shoulders and Al’s thigh wedged between Edward’s.  He shoves his face into Edward’s shoulder, shaking, ears straining for the animalistic panting, the skitter of claws on stone, the chilling howl when the Night Police spot their prey—

It doesn’t come.  For very, very long moments the only sound is the distant traffic on the road and the dry-bone rustling of the dead tree a few feet away.  Al raises his head, takes a deep breath through his nose (which he instantly regrets, because he’s assaulted by the odor of garbage that they’d tracked in here with them), and cautiously cracks one eye open.

Edward is watching him, eyes alight and that infuriatingly attractive grin on his face.  “A bit different than shuffling papers in some office, huh?” he breathes.

“I’m not used to near-death encounters while just trying to get dinner, leave me alone,” Al retorts, just as quiet.

Edward muffles a laugh, something affectionate and light, and the heat in Al’s chest won’t be ignored anymore.

He’s already been spotted on the run with a known terrorist.  One of his djinn has already destroyed thousands of pounds of government property.  He might as well sleep with the enemy too.

Edward makes a startled sound when Al leans forward and kisses him, high on adrenaline and feeling more alive than he has in years.  There’s a second of hesitation, his hand clenching tight in Al’s shirt, before he lets out a huffed breath and kisses back.  Al’s pressed into the bricks behind him, gasping at the desperate way Edward’s lips close against his own, and he manages to get one hand up into Edward’s hair.  He’s wanted to do this for days, and it’s everything he could have imagined, heated and unrestrained and wanting and needing—

Ed is the one to break the kiss, whimpering even as he pulls away.  “Fletcher, I—“

“That’s not my name,” Al interrupts.  He’s giddy, drunk on life and on the taste of Edward’s skin.  His heart pounds in his ears, even louder than it had when he thought he was running for his life.  He’s about to hand over everything he is, every vulnerability he has, to this beautiful boy he met a week ago.  Nothing he’s ever done before has felt so right.  “My name is Alphonse.  Al.  My real name.”

Several emotions flicker across Ed’s face.  It’s hard to tell if he recognizes the gravity of what Al just told him.  He must, because when he leans back in it’s gentle, almost reverent.  “Alphonse,” he whispers, nose brushing Al’s cheek just before his lips find the corner of Al’s mouth, achingly sweet.  “Al.”

Al turns his head to catch him in another kiss, tears prickling at his eyes.  It’s the unquestioning acceptance that undoes him, his knees sagging and Ed’s arm around his waist the only thing that keeps him upright.

Whatever happens from here on out, he knows that there’s no going back.

[lilxxbrainrot]

FMA 60-MINUTES CHALLENGE!!

Soooo, one of my mutuals on twitter is doing this challenge which seems pretty interesting and fun!

And it's actually ship-friendly!

Instructions are pretty clear in the card and it's easy to understand the dynamic. He's really nice so please support him and participate? 🥺

Here's a link:

[fullmetalmonty]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga, Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye & Roy Mustang Characters: Roy Mustang, Riza Hawkeye Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Slice of Life, Post Epilogue, 60-minute writing prompts, Light Angst, Mutual Pining, for years, they're idiots your honor, death of pet mentioned Summary:

“Are you okay, General?” Riza asked him, with more sarcastic concern than serious. “Yes!” he said sharply. He realized his voice sounded unnatural and strange to him. It was about an octave too high and strangely stilted. Why are you making this weird? Calm down! he thought to himself. He cleared his throat and looked down at his uniform, brushing a bit of dust off his lapel and straightening his coat. “You’re early Major,” he said to Riza, finding the normalcy he always felt around her return again. This doesn’t have to be weird, see? he reassured himself. * Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye try their best to navigate the uncharted terrain of their changing relationship. Will their journey end in disaster or will they reach a blissful destination?