#fmab x reader

[cloudzoro]

He's obsessed with referring to you as his wife.

“My wife showed me this earlier, isn't it cool?” “Guess what my wife did today” “Oh, you think my shirt looks nice? Thanks, my wife bought it for me.”

He makes the people around him feel like they know you just from how much he talks about you. He finds a way to work you into every conversation. He starts to sweat and fears he might break out in hives if he goes a single conversation without mentioning you. The word wife makes his heart squeeze because it's a reminder that you picked him over everyone else and that he gets to have you for the rest of his life.

This doesn't just stay outside the home when he talks to other people; he says it to you just as often. Letters left on the kitchen table addressed to “my lovely wife” or when he playfully slaps your ass and responds to your joking glare with “Can't a guy appreciate his wife?”.

His love for the title also makes it into the bedroom. He leaves kisses all over your heated skin as he tells you how much he loves his pretty wife - how truly beautiful he finds you. His hands interlock with yours as he thrusts into your sweet pussy, and when he feels your wedding ring against his skin, his cock twitches inside you.

Aran Ojiro, Atsumu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Hajime Iwaizumi, Satori Tendou, Ace Portgas, Smoker, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes, Jean Havoc

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[pxstelmxsings]

It is two am. Everything else is quiet, but for him and his precious daughter. The world falls asleep so they can share this rare moment. From sharing silly sounds, smiles, and her late night bottle. Come morning time he'll be called out on another mission. Will he return home by evening? No one truly knows.

It is five fifteen am. Her little hands reach to grip his shirt. His roughed and scared hands ever so carefully brush her tiny locks of hair from her eyes. He knows he should be rocking her back to sleep, but just a moment longer if bounding won't hurt.

It is two thirty am. He spots your sleep figure in the doorway to the nursery. By now, the daughter you blessed him with starting to fall asleep. He tiny eyes fighting the sleep away. Maybe she also knows how important these moments are.

It is two forty am. He finally settles her back in her cribe. Slowly, he backs into the hallway with you. The door closes halfway but not fully, never fully. The two of you share a warm smile before returning back to bed.

⋆˚࿔ Daryl, Rick, Nanami, Gojo, Logan, Arlo, Stein, Naruto, Kisame, Kakashi, Aizawa, Shigaraki, Dazai, Roy, Lotor, Shiro

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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.

[bunnyywritings]

birthday special event !!

okay ! so, i wanted to do a fun little thing for my upcoming birthday (may 22nd) and i've been wanting to practice writing smut SO i came up with a onlyfans/pornstar!au with multiple characters (it's lowkey super self indulgent cause i love these characters sm)

it'll be throughout that week of may 19th-25th and here are the planned characters and their "videos"

sunday: nanami kento - lazy morning/soft sex monday: roy mustang - soft bdsm/he let's you think you have power tuesday: suguru geto - "caught" masterbating/guided masturbation wednesday: akira tendo - head while he plays video games/kinda voyer thursday: stein - (i'm not even sorry for this one) college prof. stein/shy straight A student friday: loid forger - i can't decide between "babysitter" reader or like forbidden co-workers or sumth saturday: toji fushiguro - i have no fucking clue

so i'm still in the process of writing but any and all comments or suggestions about the like theme of each "video" is welcome (please please please i need feedback) i'm excited for this and hopefully ya'll will be too

feedback here (or if you want to be added to the taglist) !!

[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. 

[mina-star]

Hai. I'm a huge Envy obsessed person. Could I request anything Envy?

ABSOLUTELY <33! I adore Envy they are my favorite out of fathers little team. And they are in my top 3 favorite characters of the show

ENVY GENERAL DATING HEADCANNONS

Touch starved. That's it that's whole bullet.

With that They are the type that it takes time to warm up to touch! You've got to be patient! he will be grateful I promise

They will NEVERRRR admit it but he actually somewhat cares if you like his human form.

You will not be meeting the others.He doesn't want them to kill you.

You are somewhat aware of the plan father has. And by that I mean as it gets closer Envy wants you out of amestris.

You make him question if he actually hates humans it fucks him up for a bit. He figures out he loves you and still hates humans just not you.

He'll never admit it but he likes wearing your sweaters. they smell like you and it makes them happy.

On the physical touch side once he gets used to it. He likes cuddling. Burying his head into your neck and just staying there.

They tell you not to talk to "The pipsqueak" and "The guy in armour" and not to get involved with the military. They desperately want to keep you out of it they do really care about you.

They like dancing with you.

They will take on dates but it will be a disguise.

If they didn't have to hide you oh my god he WOULD BRAGGGGG

I hope you enjoyed it!! I love writing for Envy

[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?

[zaimta]

彡EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[pastelclovds]

roy mustang, my love. i shall write a fic of you getting railed one day…

[cloudzoro]

He's been working all day and when he finally comes home, trudging through the doorway and kicking off his shoes, the sound of your voice calling his name fills his ears and he snaps his head up to look at you. His stress and fatigue drains at the sight of you, his favourite girl.

He immediately scoops you into his arms, suffocating you with his affection. His initial goal of giving you a good night kiss and zonking out changes when he realises how much he's missed touching you. Having you in his arms is doing more to recharge him than any sleep or meals could.

“Are you tired?” you ask as he presses kisses to your neck, rubbing his hands down your body and gripping at your ass.

“Not too tired to show you how much I missed you today”, he replies, pulling you into an eager kiss. The kiss is passionate and aggressive as he backs you into your shared bedroom. He lays you down on the bed, pulling at your clothes to strip you down. When he's finally got you naked, he sits back on his heel, taking a moment to admire your body. He's looking at you with so much love and adoration that it almost brings tears to your eyes.

“I needed this,” he whispers, settling himself so his face is hovering above your cunt. “Needed you so fucking bad” He groans before finally closing the gap and licking at your folds. No matter how shitty his work day was, it all melts away with your taste on his tongue.

Daichi Sawamura, Osamu Miya, Hajime Iwaizumi, Roronoa Zoro, Smoker, Trafalgar Law, Crocodile, Suguru Geto, Shota Aizawa, Roy Mustang, Jean Havoc

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requests are open

[manias-wordcount]

Can I please have a Edward elric ( from Fullmetal alchemist) fluffy fic w a sweet s/o who can be really naive ? LOVE your works so so bad 🥺💕

A Friend in Need (Edward Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Ed takes really good care of you. He has been since you both were kids. 

No one would ever mess with you when Ed was around. No one would ever take advantage of you when Ed was around. Because he was always there to swoop in and save you just before things would go wrong. He’d keep you from tripping and falling into some big mess. He’d keep you from believing in some stupid fib that one of the other kids in town had spun just to mess with you. He’d keep you out of trouble. He’d keep you safe. But you barely even knew to what extent.

It wasn’t until he and Al had left town that you realized how much he took care of you. So much had happened in such a short time. Their mother had died. Al had lost his body. While Ed had to give up an arm and a leg and replaced them with automail. Then Rehab. And Rest. And Recovery. And then their house burnt down.

And just like that, they were gone. Like ghost. Like boys who never existed. And suddenly, it’s startling to even you how you found almost everybody around you trustworthy. Even when it was so obvious to everyone else that they just weren’t. What followed an embarrassingly long string of times where you found yourself getting cheated out of your change, pushed around, and all sorts of things despite your best effort not to fall victim to each and every scheme. But it was hard. It was hard without Ed. It was hard without the boy you grew so used to looking over your shoulder at every corner. It was hard having to do the vetting and screening for yourself when you never had to do it before. But that was then. That was when Ed had left town to train. That was when Ed had gone to Central City to become a State Alchemist. That was when he was gone. But now?

He’s home.

“And when we get to Central Station, what are you going to do?”

And he’s taking you with him.

“Hold your hand and stay close,” You parrot the words you recall him saying to you almost a thousand times while growing up. For good measure, you reach for his left hand and close your fingers around it, mimicking what you plan to do when the two of you arrive at your destination. At this, you’re met with a familiar smile, causing you to brighten up yourself. Even after all this time, you still remember. And he’s still worries about you.

You never thought you’d end up here. You never saw yourself getting on a train or traveling outside of your hometown. And yet, here you were. Being pressed into Ed’s side as you look out of the train window, waiting for the train to start moving. Your hand tucked into his hand as his glove-covered fingers absently stroked the back of your hand while he explained how things would work when you two arrived. And two large trunks stored underneath your seat. More than enough things to get you settled. 

More than enough things to help you move into his place in the city. 

It was his idea, of course. You would have never thought to ask to move in with him. Especially not while he was busy with his job as a State Alchemist. But apparently, he grew too weary of hearing all the…not-so-good things that would happen to you in your letter to him. Whatever you must have written must have been his last straw. Because not even days after your letter was set to arrive in his mailbox, you found him at your doorstep with a determined look on his face. Ready to convince your parents that he needed you to be closer to him. For your safety and his own peace of mind.

And he helped you pack your bags, he promised that you would be safe in Central. He had friends and allies there. The military was there and knew of your existence. They knew of your importance to him. And of course, he’d be there too. You would have people to protect you. People to look out for you. And people who were either very intimidated by the Fullmetal Alchemist or indebted to him. Meaning that there were a lot less people there who would be willing to mess with you. But you didn’t need all of that convincing. You didn’t need any of that. You just wanted to go with him.

You just wanted him.

And now, you’re seeing those golden eyes of him slide over and watch over you carefully for the first time in who knows how long. You’re sitting next to him, swinging your legs, holding his hand, and chatting excitedly about what the immediate future holds for the first time in what feels like forever. And he’s responding back in real-time. Not in letters that take forever to make it to your mailbox. But in real time.

“And try not to talk to anyone on Merchant Street. Especially not alone,” He continues to advise you sagely about the problems you could run into in Central. He explained to you that nowhere is safe from all tricks and trouble. And it’s better that you start learning now from him when he can answer all your questions instead of finding out the hard way. “If they come to you first, it’s usually because they’re trying to pull one over on you.”

You think about what he’s saying for a moment, and you find yourself nodding along instantly before the words start to register fully. After a bit, your face starts to sour and your nose scrunches up as you instantly pick up on a caveat it seems even Ed forgot about! But as you turn your head to look at him and share your findings, you find that he’s already looking at you with narrowed eyes, and his lips set in a straight line as his unimpressed look bores into you. 

The look makes you feel a little small. Especially because every time you look at him, you have to remember that you’re just looking at the boy who was born only a little bit before you- you’re looking at a State Alchemist. A boy who’s been traveling all over, researching crazy complicated things, and learning so much about any and everything. Still, what if he didn’t think of what you thought of. You could be helping him out here! And he did say you could ask him all the questions you want, after all. It’s best to be prepared!

“But what if I do want what they’re selling?” You end up asking him, puffing out your chest as you start to feel a little proud of yourself for coming up with this idea on your own. You may not be the best at reading people’s intentions, but you’re sure that there are tons of good people out there, just looking to help! Ed should be reminded of that too! And it’s a shame not to take advantage of a good opportunity. “I heard from Granny that I’m very readable. So they really could know!”

For a second, Ed’s eye twitches. A sure sign that whatever you said was far too trusting, far too naive, and the exact opposite of what Ed has been trying to teach you since the moment the two of you became friends. And somehow, not even your sheepish apology and timid look is enough to save you his wrath. Well, completely anyway.

“That’s cause you are. And that’s not a good thing,” He groans at you, dropping your hand and flicking your nose in a small fit of frustration. You couldn’t hold in your small exclamation of surprise and pain, though you do count yourself lucky that he decided not to use his automail arm. While you know he would never do something to hurt, the two of you did grow up together. So a little roughhousing here and there is still on the cards for you both. Even so… “And just let me handle that stuff.”

Ed takes care of you.

So when he doesn’t elaborate more on why your grand ole idea isn’t exactly the brightest, you don’t push him. When he sighs deeply and makes you promise to him again that you’ll think carefully about whatever you do when he has to leave your side for a bit in the city, you do so earnestly. And when he takes your hand in his again and brings it up to his lips he can kiss it once, twice, three times while murmuring how much he missed you? You just lean in a little closer to him and tell him how you missed him more. 

But you’re happy now. You’re safe now. You’re here with him now. And to you, that’s all that matters. That is all that you need. Just him. Just the boy who always looked out for you. The boy who always took care of you. And judge by the way he had just tucked his arm around your waist to pull you impossibly closer to him as the train started to depart from Resembol and move towards your new life together?

You think there was a part of him that must have needed you too.

[bunnyywritings]

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[fairy-writes]

Okay I gotta make this 2nd request really really good, really unnerving, really PAINFUL.

May I request prompt #14 with *either* Edward Elric or Rengoku (it's too difficult to choose!)? And may I request this be written for a female reader too please? Make this as painful as possible. I want to feel my heart wrenching and writhing and shattering inside!

LEAVING

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Prompt: “You don’t need to do this!”

Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Leaving, Confessions

Notes: I already did a oneshot similar to this prompt for Rengoku a while ago, so it’s time to give our favorite blond boy some attention!

I’m slowly passing away from burnout, so this is short to save my brain.

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You fell in love with Edward Elric when you were fifteen.

Your mother claimed you were too young for love, and perhaps she was right. Maybe it was because you were also interested in alchemy. Maybe it was because he was something new. Either way, all you knew was that your heart skipped a beat whenever you saw the infamous alchemist.

The two of you actually hit it off rather nicely, considering you called him short. But hey! Maybe he knew it was an actual accident, or perhaps it was a certain armored younger brother who knew you two were going to be working together for the time being. After all, you were one of the only alchemists in your tiny town besides your recently deceased father, and they were, as always, chasing leads. 

So, he forgave (not necessarily forgot), and the two of you got to work decoding your father’s notes.

“Hey, Edward?” You asked tentatively as you looked up from your book. Alphonse had stepped out to get the food for both of you who actually had a body. 

(Yes, you knew about the whole human transmutation thing, but like meeting the Elric brothers, it had been an accident.)

“You know I said you could call me Ed.” He mumbles, not looking up from his notes. He hastily scribbles a sentence like his life depends on it, and you know you’re going to have to help him decode his own handwriting later.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” You mumble, your thoughts slowly dying as you stare blankly at the page in front of you. 

It's then that he looks up from his book with a frown tugging at his lips and his golden eyes dull with exhaustion. The two of you (plus Alphonse) had been at it for hours. Days even!

You were lucky to have been trained somewhat by your father when learning alchemy. While you didn’t know everything, you did know a few of his secrets on how he coded his notes. So, it was even more of a reason to keep you around.

If only he would stick around after the fact. 

You were utterly enamored by the time you were seventeen. 

You had been with the brothers through thick and thin and turmoil and joy. You had comforted Edward through nightmares and Alphonse through the whole “not having a body” thing. Well… As best you could anyway. It was hard to comfort someone with no idea what it was like to not have a body. 

But as Father’s plan became more known and extreme, you noticed that Edward was leaving you behind more and more. And it wasn’t a coincidence. You also noticed that the brothers evaded your questions whenever you demanded to know why they were leaving you in the care of the Rockbells or the Hughes’.

You weren’t a child, dammit! You could take care of yourself!

But bringing this up to Edward did no good. In fact, it made things worse. 

Edward broke your heart when you were eighteen. 

“You don’t need to do this!” You cried, grabbing his arm to try and stop him from leaving. Again. This time, it was serious. He was going to fight Father. And he was planning on doing it without you. Sure, he also wasn’t bringing Winry or Granny Pinako. But the difference was you actually knew alchemy. 

Edward pulled his arm from your grip and kept heading toward the door. His jaw was clenched; he was obviously grinding his teeth together. But you persisted. 

“Edward, please!” At this, he finally rounded on you, and you flinched at his angry look. 

“The answer is no. I can’t have you getting hurt.” He snapped, and you took an unconscious step back at the ferocity in his voice. 

But then you steeled yourself and tried to reach for him again. 

“I can defend myself! You know this! You trained me yourself!” You pleaded, but he was shaking his head. 

“I trained you against something small like a mugger in an alley. This is something that is way above what you can fight against.” He retorted, pulling his arm again so you couldn’t latch onto it. 

You felt like a whiny ex. But Edward’s life was in danger and he didn’t seem to grasp that yet. Or maybe he did. You had no idea what was going on in his head. 

But the back and forth went on for what seemed like an eternity. 

Until…

“I don’t want you—” You’re cut off with a sudden kiss. Edward tasted like sunshine and unbridled anger. Like electricity and sorrows. Like he was leaving you and never coming back. But at that moment, you didn’t care. You kissed him back desperately, trying to convey how you had felt for the last three years. 

His automail was cold against the side of your face and his flesh hand was warm like the very sunshine he tasted like. He held you gently, cradled you even. And when he broke away, his hands cupped the back of your neck. 

“I love you too much to lose you in this.” He whispered, his eyes closed as he leaned his forehead against yours. 

“And you think I don’t?” You whispered back. 

But that didn’t stop him from pulling away. 

“If you leave…” You didn’t have the heart to finish your sentence. You were done? You weren’t even together. You were leaving? That was a lie, and you knew it. 

Edward shrugged his shoulders and turned away, pausing only when he got to the door. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, and so he left. 

And took your heart with him.

[mina-star]

Le Gasp what's this? Mina opening requests for her new interests? IN THIS ECONOMY??

In all seriousness I'm opening requests for FULL METAL ALCHEMIST BROTHERHOOD

Who I am willing to write for

Ed Al Winery Ling Lan fan Hawkeye Mustang Olivier any one from mustang team

Lust Envy Greed and Wrath

Once I get a little farther in the series I'll Add greedling but I don't know too much about him yet!!

Edit: AS PROMISED GREEDLING!! Oh my god I love them sm

I'm fully open to writing him

[animeyanderelover]

Roy from FMAB 🎉

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession

Quick Christmas Hc's

🔥​As an officer Roy is on an average day almost loaded with a good amount of work, mostly just a pile of documents and papers that he has to go through and sign but sometimes also the rather worrying notifications about a possible conflict with another nation. Sometimes an important date slips his mind even if he marks it in his calender. Riza is the one who has taken over the task of reminding him whenever an important date gets closer and he has specifically asked her to do that for him because he would hate to let you down and make you feel like a special celebration to you is not important enough to stay on his mind. He likes to splash out quite a bit of money on Christmas as it is one of the few times of the year where you aren't able to protest too much against him gifting you something that is pricier. The first thing that you receive is a fancy piece of clothing that he has been eying for a longer while now, unable to stop thinking how good it would look on you. Accompanying his first present are a few pieces of jewelry to wear alongside with that outfit. He is almost tempted to ask you if you could put it on for him.