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imagines--galore · 11 months

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Avatar The Last Airbender

Pairing: Zuko x Orora

The Thread of Fate - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen, Part Seventeen,

Pairing: Zuko x Reader

It Was Nothing

Theatrics

I’m Here Beside You

Big Hero 6

Pairing: Tadashi Hamada x Sakura Kamiya

Light 'em Up - Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three,

Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Evelyn Richardson

Mind Over Matter - Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven, Part Eight, Part Nine, Part Ten, Part Eleven, Part Twelve, Part Thirteen, Part Fourteen, Part Fifteen, Part Sixteen,

(Companion piece to Mind Over Matter)

A Slight Frustration

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Hold Me Closer

First Kiss

Don’t Go!

Crossover - Frozen x Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack Frost x Elsa (Jelsa)

One Step Closer - Part One, Part Two (InProgress)

Digimon

Pairing: Taichi Yagami x Hidemi Senshi

The Next Adventure

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood

Pairing: Alphonse Elric x Willow Hawkeye(OC)

The Ties That Bind - Prologue, Part One,

Pairing: Edward Elric x Reader

Homecoming

The Language of Flowers

Pairing: Roy Mustang x Reader

I Will Always Choose You

Harry Potter

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Reluctant Friendship

Justice League DC Universe

Pairing: Superman x Lucky Penny aka Clark Kent x Penelope Pennyworth

Lucky Break

Pairing: Superman aka Clark Kent x Reader

Part One - Convince Me, Part Two - I’m Convinced

Wedding Drama

Pairing: (Platonic) Superman aka Clark Kent x 12-year-old reader

A New Life

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Rachel

Kiss It Away

Stolen Kisses, Stolen Moments - Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Confessions

Last Night

Empowering

Distraction

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Clea

Love, A Kind of Magic - Part One, Part Two

Pairing: Dr. Stephen Strange x Reader

Bleeding Love

Perfection

A Surprising Twist

Sleep Deprived

What the Wife Says Goes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Nothing But a Burden

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A Pact Renewed

Because You’re Mine

Not a Waste of Space

Just Hold Me

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Never Leave Me

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pairing: Will Turner x Reader

My Heart Calls Your Name

Tavern Brawls

Rise of the Guardians

Pairing: Jack Frost x Evening Star aka The Blue Fairy

Two Spirits Meet - Wishing on a Snowflake I,

Sherlock (BBC)

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Serendipity

The Consulting Detective and the Serial Killer

His Love for Her

Your Hand in Mine

Drunken Comfort

Its All Been Arranged

An Unconventional Love Story (Victorian Era AU)

Star Trek(2009)

Pairing: Spock x Kealoha

The Roommate Experiment - Prologue, Part One

Pairing: Spock x Reader

The Little Green Monster

Chasing Away The Darkness

Here For You (InProgress)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Pairing: Leonardo x Amal

Heaven’s Light

A Comforting Embrace

The Amazing Spiderman

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

A Nonverbal Confession

Falling For Him

Heal Together

Drunk on Pheromones

Take All The Time You Need

Falling for the Enemy

The Chronicles of Narnia

Pairing: Peter Pevensie x Reader

An Unexpected Turn

We Face It Together

Pairing: Edmund Pevensie x Reader

The King and the Commoner

The Hobbit

Creepy Crawlies (No Pairing)

Pairing: Kili x Reader

You Are Safe

The Lord of the Rings

Pairing: Legolas x Annúneth

Love Happens(Coming Soon)

Pairing: Legolas x Reader

We Meet Again A Confession Years In The Making

My Prayer, My Light, My Fëa

A Little Introduction to Rock Music

A Promise

Written In The Stars

Treasure Planet

Pairing: Jim Hawkins x Reader

A Little Competition Goes a Long Way

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zaimta · 11 months

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“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

#sanji x reader #corazon x reader #ryusui x reader #magna x reader #edward elric x reader #arthur boyle x reader #sanji vinsmoke x you #one piece x reader #dr stone x reader #fire force x reader #black clover x reader #fma x reader #fullmetal alchemist x reader #sanji vinsmoke x reader #brainrot on this song alone

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gelus-ugs · 1 year

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It’s not like you intended for this to happen, but to say that you didn’t like it was an understatement.

You stood diagonally behind the seated male, combing your fingers through his hair as you began to gather it together in the back.

Due to where you stood, you couldn’t fully see the other side of his head. Without thinking, you did the first thing that came to mind - pushing his head into your chest so you could properly see the other side.

You hadn’t realized what you did - seeing as you would do this all the time for younger kids such as your siblings or cousins. It was when he slightly shifted that you realized the position you had put him in.

You began to quickly, but diligently, work faster - attempting to quicken the process to get the situation up and over with.

As if noticing your sudden shift in mood, he let out a content sigh and relaxed his body - communicating that he was completely okay with the situation and not at all uncomfortable.

You smiled, continuing to work on the male’s hair.

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fairy-writes · 11 months

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

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

APPLE PIES

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

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

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

Notes: POST-FMAB EVENTS

AND THANK YOU RU

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

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

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

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

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

It always did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was one of the things you love about him.

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

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manias-wordcount · 1 year

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headcanons for when you ask them if they'd love you as a worm? 👉👈 for spike (cowboy bebop), edward (fmab), daichi (haikyuu!), & howl (howl's moving castle) if you don't mind? sending you all my love for providing us with the content that you do, I hope school is going well for you 💖

“Would You Love Me as a Worm?” HCs (Spike Spiegel, Edward Elric, Daichi Sawamura, Howl Jenkins Pendragon)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂!! :)) 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !!!!!!

𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗯 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁: @dogsandrocketsocks @pittbull-enthusiast @asuperconfusedgirl

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

Spike Spiegel

“What’s a worm?”

100% just looks at you with a frown and asks that

Of course, he starts smiling and chuckles a bit when you get to fussing at him for playing dumb

Though it’s his first instinct to shrug and to ask what worms look like because chances are?

He hasn’t seen one since before he was a part of the Red Dragon syndicate

There you two are- cuddling on the couch and scrolling through a screen that shows nothing but worms ( much to the dismay of Faye who walks in and immediately walks out)

After a while, Spike puts his hand over yours to stop you from scrolling down any further

Then he looks at you, deep into your eyes as he leans in close, and tells you-

“No. They’re kind of gross looking.”

This time your reaction really gets him laughing- and promising that he’s “just joking, calm down!” and he’ll “keep you in his pocket, he swears!”

Edward Elric

“...is this a riddle?”

That’s all he says after 30 seconds of silence between the two of you

He still doesn’t know what to think or say when you insist that it’s NOT a riddle or a trick and you just want to know

“Okay…how did you turn into a worm though?”

He starts to get flustered as you tell him that the how and why of it all doesn’t matter and that your question still stands

Of course, that only serves to make him more nervous

“But…would I know you before you turned into a worm? Or is this a world where you were always a worm- HEY WAIT DON’T WALK AWAY FROM ME”

You, not wanting to listen to him ramble on and on about a situation he’s overcomplicating all by himself, leave the room

Because he’s Edward Elric (read: overdramatic and loud) ends up throwing his book to the ground and chasing after you, afraid he made you upset

But hey- the image of him shouting apologies and saying “OF COURSE I’D LOVE AS A WORM, WHO WOULDN’T” at the top of his lungs was a nice break for all the other staff at Central Command

Daichi Sawamura

“Aww, of course, I would! I’d keep you in my pocket and take you everywhere with me!”

See this guy gets it

Daichi had seen this trend online a couple of times when messing around on his phone

And while he thought it was a little weird…

…it reminded him a lot about you

Now would he actually love you as a worm?

Nobody knows (yes, ofc he would he’s Daichi)

But of course, he’s gonna do anything to keep you happy!

You’re his world!

Even if that means talking about how he’s going to build you a big worm terrarium where you can live a life of worm luxury for longer than what should be possible

Howl Jenkins Pendragon

“As a worm? Now, that’s a peculiar question…”

See this guy doesn’t get it

But he’s the great wizard Howl and he’s gonna find a way to be the most charming individual in the world

Even while he’s completely clueless

“My dear, I’d love you in any form that you took”

He’ll tell you as he pulls you close and cradles your face in his hands

And when you ask him “Any form?” for reassurance, he’s there to give it to you- ten-fold

“Absolutely any form, my love”

Cue you throwing your arms around him and cuddling up to him in pure happiness

While Howl just gives a fake-retching Calcifer a sly wink as he returns your embrace

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stray-kaz · 4 months

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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

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noodle-bin · 7 months

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Rotten Apple

Older!Edward Elric x fem!reader

Summary: You distract Edward from his work.

CW: smut, p in v, cyborg kink, boot worship, master honorifics, m receiving oral, ooc!edward

Word Count: 3k

Ao3 crosspost

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You listened to the gentle tapping of the typewriter as your lover tapped away at his desk. He had a concentrated look on his face with his hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, but even this was not able to hide its messiness. Its blondness seemed to glow with the soft light of the oil lamps around you. This was enough for you. To read and share a space with him while he worked on a few documents into the night.

Edward’s office job had gotten quite overwhelming recently, so you had been trying to share a loving moment with him in different ways. Even if it meant not being able to talk his ear off as per usual, and instead give way to calm quietness for his work. He promised this period of stress would end in a week once the documentation was turned in, but you burned with energy to be able to go back to normalcy. Nevertheless, the tapping of his metal fingers pushing down onto the metallic keys was a rhythmic lullaby, often making you want to gouge your eyes out and throw the entire typewriter out the window.

Calm evenings, quietness, and solitude my ass. Tonight, this calmness is not enough. No, tonight I get relief from the tapping and give way to a better way to spend this evening. Yes! Tonight I will get rid of his stress!

“What’s on your mind?” He called out as he continued to type.

You snapped out of your daze and turned towards him from where you were curled up in the loveseat of his office.

“Oh, nothing. Why do you ask?” You lied, trying to maintain your composure so as to not give away your dirty thoughts.

“Don’t give me that look if you know what’s good for you,” he said while giving you a look of his own.

He can read me like an open book.

“You should go to bed, princess. It’s late. I’ll be there soon.” He pushed on, trying to divert your attention away.

The metal on metal typing continued. You gazed at his porcelain skin giving way to the stark metal that attached at his right collarbone moving under his shirt. The metal glimmered in the flames of the lamps, the shapes dancing on his arm. Not only was his arm metal but so was his left leg. Both pieces worked perfectly as his auto mail, making him able to continue to move with ease. You remember the way the metal shimmered in the noon sun as you watched him spar with a colleague, and the way his metal leg shined in the light as he took a bath. You can remember it perfectly; legs crossed, arms at ease on each side of the tub, and his head cocked back onto a makeshift towel pillow. The wet hair clung to the sharp features on his face, and the longer strands wrapped around his shoulders like a golden veil.

“Princess. I really can’t continue to work on this if you keep staring at me like that.” He finally stopped typing and instead clasped his hands together to lean forward on his desk with his elbows.

You saw the chance and took it.

“Like what, Daddy?”

His expression changed when you called him by his honorific. You feigned innocence as you got up and started to walk towards him.

“Or is it Master tonight?” You teased once you got by his side. He chuckled, leaning back into his chair.

“I’d love to princess, but I don’t think that’s what you want tonight.”

“I just want to help.” You protested as you leaned in and kissed his chapped lips.

“Help?” He murmured against your lips, before taking charge by grabbing the back of your head to deepen the kiss.

You moaned out in approval before slowly breaking away and grabbing his metal hand. Its cold surface made you shiver in excitement as you kissed it. Every knuckle, every scrape, and every bend: you kissed it all. Mesmerized by its cool feeling against your lips, and the gentle clicks you heard inside as his fingers moved. His other hand gently moved the hair from your face, pushing it behind your ear, eventually tracing down to pull your chin to face him.

“On your knees.” He commanded softly.

Your heart picked up pace, the excitement finally setting in. You locked eyes with his gaze and lowered yourself onto your knees. He hummed in approval.

“What do you think a pretty little slave like you deserves from her master tonight?”

“Let me worship you, master.”

“Then begin. With my boots.”

Your heart picked up pace again as you lowered yourself to his shoes. They were a dark brown leather, their matte exterior attractive. They had an earthy scent, reminding you of how filthy this was. Slowly, you kissed up and down the shoe and licked it clean with your wet tongue. Embarrassment flared inside of you as you lifted your gaze to see your master. In this golden light, to see his metal arm, his golden veil, and hearing the gentle clicking of his metal leg just beside of you made the heat between your legs unbearable.

I want to worship him and his godly body.

You moved, arching your back and deepening your stance as you continued to pepper kisses over his shoe, creeping your way upwards to his ankle, just under his jeans, reaching the metal. He gently moved his foot from beneath you and used it to step your face onto the floor.

“Who said you were finished with my boots? You left the other boot unattended.” His deep voice shooting another wave of heat between your thighs.

“I’m sorry, master.” Your cheek was squished into the floor, making it difficult to speak. The heat of embarrassment flooded into your cheeks at the position you were in, uncomfortable.

“For apologizing like I taught you, I’ll let you try again without being punished.”

“T-thank you, master,” You stammered, internally kicking yourself for stammering.

“Good girl,” He purred before slowly lifting his foot from your face.

You started again, kissing on the brown leather, licking it up, and feeling the humiliating amount of slick beginning to run down your thighs from such a disgusting act. Little by little his boot was covered in trails of your saliva all while you tried to rub your thighs together for even a small amount of friction–for release.

“Up.”

You crawled closer in between his legs, hearing the soft clicking of his metal leg as he moved in a more comfortable position. You wanted to touch the coolness of the metal, to have his thighs close in on your face as you took him in your mouth.

“Please master, let me please you.”

He reached out to your face, playing with your lips.

“How do you plan on doing that, pet? You didn’t even know how to clean my boots. How could you try to please your master?”

“Please master, I promise I can do a good job! Let me prove myself, please,” You begged quietly.

“I didn’t quite catch that.” He grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you to him.

You were in shambles, the warmth in your belly excruciating. Again, you tried to rub your thighs to try to feel some sort of friction, but the slickness only continued to move down your thighs. Edward caught sight of this and smacked your cheek.

“Disobedient slut, who gave you permission to pleasure yourself while I’m talking to you?” He growled while grabbing your face, pressing further into the fresh sting on your cheek.

“I’m sorry master! Let me please you, please. I want you in my mouth.” You whimpered, struggling to talk with such a tight grip on your face.

He toyed with your lips again, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb, before tracing over the shape of them.

“Really? That badly?.” He teased before he pulled down his zipper. “Come please your master.”

You grabbed at his pants and underwear, eager to pull them off. Once removed, his metal leg was on full display in front of you, the small clicks continuing as he moved back into a comfortable position. Your gaze slowly lifted from his metal thigh to his fully erect cock with small beads of pre cum dripping from the tip. You reached forward, bracing yourself by putting your hands on his thighs.

“No hands, my pet. Show your master how good you are at pleasing me.”

You pulled your hands behind your back, happy to oblige. Starting slow, peppering kisses all over his salty tip, gently licking the pre cum that has already spilled. You moved down, lips now slick with precum until his balls were in front of you while his cock pressed against your face. You sucked the soft skin, trying to elicit a reaction from your master, content with hearing him groan softly as he pet your hair. Continuing like this, licking a ball into your mouth, struggling to take both, all while hearing Edward’s small gasps. His fingers began to find their way into your hair before you pulled away from him with a pop. Content with the amount of teasing, you finally raised back up to the tip, licking the cock into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat. You moaned around him, relishing in the feeling of his long thickness barely fitting in your mouth. Sucking greedily, you took him repeatedly, saliva dripping down your chin and his cock causing you to gag a little as it pressed against the back of your throat.

“Good girl, keep going. Just like that.” He groaned as he watched you, his hand finding its way to the back of your head to gently guide you back down on him.

The fire in your stomach grew as you got lost in the feeling of his cock deep in your throat, your hands trailing down to your thighs, aching to release the tension in you. You moaned at the sloppiness dripping down your chin, the tears pricking your eyes, before pulling away and gasping for breath. Edward slowly pushed you back down again, abusing your wet mouth.

“Almost there love, ugh.” He groaned, his hips moving in rhythm with you. The feeling overwhelmed you as he bucked his hips, using your mouth as his personal hole. The noises of your throat being used filled the room as you choked on him.

Spit continued to drip everywhere as your throat was abused, all for his pleasure. Tears ran down your cheeks, your breath becoming scarce before feeling his hips tremble. His cum shot into your throat as he pushed you down with his metal thigh over your head. You gagged at his base as all sorts of mixed liquids dripped out of your mouth. He finally let you go, a long string of saliva connecting you to his spent cock while tears dripped down your cheeks. You coughed and gasped for air, with a moment of heavy breathing filling the air as you recollected yourself.

He reached forward, holding your cheek in his hand, before he pulled the hair back from the nape of your neck, forcing you to expose your neck to him. You continued to gasp for air as he leaned down, peppering kissing all over your neck and jaw before kissing you. You got lost in the feeling of your lightheadedness while he tasted his own cum from your tongue.

Slowly, he picked you up and pushed piles of paper and his typewriter away from his desk. He then bent you over onto the cool wood of his desk, the temperature causing you to come back to reality. You felt his hands trail down your body before he got to the hem of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down, revealing the dripping mess between your thighs. He stayed like this, seeing the mess you made while pleasuring him. You burned under his gaze, your hole tightening at the absence of his cock.

“What’s this? My pet is a whore for enjoying choking on master’s dick so much.” He laughed before you felt his hand slap your dripping cunt, the metal slapping your clit. You jumped at the sudden pain, before you felt him slap your cunt again.

“Answer me. Did you enjoy licking my boots and sucking my cock? Huh?”

You nodded weakly, the heat becoming unbearable as you squirmed under his gaze.

He slapped your cunt again, causing you to moan from the stinging relief the cold metal of his hand brought you.

“Disobedient girl, I said answer me. Use your words.” His hand came down again, harder than before.

“Yes! Yes, master! I loved sucking your cock. I-I loved cleaning your boots.” You whimpered, mind hazy from being on the brink of release from the pain.

“See? Now that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He teased, his metal fingers tracing your aching slit, pushing gently on your entrance.

“Please master, I need you in me.” You whimpered as you tried to push back onto his fingers.

He slapped your cunt again, holding your hips down with his other arm.

“Shhh, be patient, my pet. Take what master’s giving you.” He leaned forward, kissing your shoulder before tracing your entrance again, wetting his metal fingers with your slick. Finally, he pushed in, scissoring you open. You trembled around his fingers, tightening around the feeling of the coolness in contrast to your aching heat.

He continued this, before curling his fingers to your sweet spot that he knew so dearly.

“Is this where you want it, pet? Do you want your master to make you cum?”

“Yes- feels so good!” You felt the peak of your release coming closer as he pushed and played with the sweet spot in you, watching you tremble under his gaze. The world around you fades away as you cum onto his fingers, the tight band of pleasure shaking you.

You pant as you feel him slip his fingers out before his slick-covered fingers made their way to your mouth. You suck on them greedily, cleaning them up from the mess you had made.

“How do you want it?” He whispered as he hugged your body from behind, letting his weight cage you into him.

You stopped sucking his fingers and instead intertwined your fingers with his, feeling the wetness left behind from you. The coolness of his metal touch was a relief to the heat of the moment. Looking back at him, his soft gaze made your heart flutter.

“Use me however you please.” You squeezed his hand in anticipation.

He leaned forward and kissed you slowly before moving away and pushing your thighs flush together with his knees.

“Stay.”

You felt his soft tip push at your lips, spreading them, before slipping around in the wetness of your hole. He teased the entrance, wetting his cock with slick. Slowly, he filled you, touching deep into the heat of your stomach. You moaned out in content to finally be full with him, crying at the feeling of being stretched open. With your thighs forced together, the tightness of your cunt was overwhelming for the both of you.

“‘m so full, ah-” You moaned out, holding onto the edge of the desk.

He was so gentle after all of the previous rough treatment, letting you get used to being stretched open. He pulled out until only his tip was left before slowly pushing himself back inside, a torturous pace. You were glad at his gentleness, but wanted more.

His other hand found its way to your shoulder, and you knew the roughness would begin. He started to snap his hips into you, finding your sweet spot again, massaging it roughly with his thick tip. You let out a groan at the feeling of his cock pushing deep against your spot, causing filthy wet noises from your cunt.

“Master, so big-“ You moaned out, gripping the edge of the desk as he quickened his pace, his balls slapping against your clit.

His rough treatment continued as he shoved himself deep inside, pushing against the spot that was unwinding you piece by piece.

“What a pretty pet, taking my cock so nicely.” Edward grunted as he held onto your hips, driving himself deep inside.

He groaned as he fucked you harder. “Don’t open your legs. Fuck.”

Your mind got foggy, the feeling hypnotizing as all you could think of was his cock and the feeling building up inside. You drooled, the lewd noises were embarrassing, but all you could do was moan about it.

“Master wait- ‘m gonna cum!”

He pulled out completely.

“No master! Plea- NGH!”

He shoved himself back in completely and you lost it.

You couldn’t talk anymore as he thrusted inside of you balls deep, pushing against the spot that made you tremble. You felt his balls slap against your entrance, his cock burying itself into its home, deep inside. And you felt the slickness drip down your thighs—hard.

“I’m squirting! I’m squirting! Ah! Mm!!” Tears and drool rolled down your face, completely hypnotized by his touch.

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Cum for your master. Let master feel you squeeze around my cock.” He grunted as he continued to fuck you roughly, chasing his own high. You trembled at the overstimulation, feeling the squirt drip down your thighs again.

“No, no! Stop!”

He pushed you face down onto the desk, fucking you happy. Tears pricked your eyes at the overstimulation, the pleasure hitting the edge of pain.

“No more!” You cried as he abused your sweet spot. You trembled as the feeling overtook your body, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“A little more baby, just a little more. Keep holding on for master.” He groaned as he kept snapping his hips flush against yours. This made you cry, but you didn’t want it to stop. The wetness dripped between your thighs, welcoming his rough treatment to your greedy hole. You spread your cheeks open, giving him a full view of your tight cunt hugging his cock with every thrust.

“Just like that, open for master. Be a good girl and take this dick.”

His pace faltered as you felt his hot seed drip inside as he buried himself deep inside of you. You both panted as you felt the mix of fluids dripping down your thighs.

After taking a quick breath, he pulled out and inspected the mess he had made of you. All fucked out, bent over his desk as his cum dripped down your thighs. His gaze trailed down as he caught sight at the wet puddle you had left on the floor. He spanked your ass several times before you felt his tongue lick your hole.

“No… no…” You shook your head and cried, the overstimulation was becoming unbearable again.

He licked you clean, sucking his own cum out of your hole. He shoved his cold, metal fingers inside again, pushing deep, curling down to your sweet spot.

“No no no!” You wriggled against him in protest.

He smacked your ass.

“Take it. This is what you’re good for, princess. To take my cock and fingers as I please.”

You cried as he pushed inside with his fingers.

“N-no.”

Your feelings were mixed. You were on cloud nine from the ecstasy, but he was pushing you to your limit.

“Please master. No more.” You weren’t ready to say your safe word, the pleasure and pain making your head spin.

“What a shame baby, you keep bucking your hips against my fingers. Your hole clearly wants my fingers too, you’re dripping onto them.” He chuckled as he continued to finger you.

You looked back at him, embarrassed to see his grin before he bit your ass.

“Too much… ngh!”

He finally pulled his fingers out and moved to kiss your tired, shaking body.

“Alright baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”

#edward elric x fem reader #edward elric x reader #edward elric smut #edward elric x reader smut #edward elric x you #edward elric

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selfawarejester · 2 years

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True North | Edward Elric

pairing: edward elric x gn!reader

summary: ed has thoughts about his soulmate. Soulmate AU, fluff/angst.

word count: 1.5k

a/n: instead of doing my English assignment (which is the same amount of words, mind you), I decided to do this. First fic for the FMA fandom (finally)! Please enjoy <3

Ed could be considered the perfect example of a man of science. After all, despite all his loud and often-inflammatory (to his poor brother’s lament) proclamations against God, he treated science, specifically Alchemy, as a sort of religion itself — he knelt at its altars (or the arrays) and clasped his hands together “in prayer” to make miracles happen. Miracles that were completely logical and comprehensible to him, regardless of their complexity or intricacy.

But one thing still baffled him: one thing that was proven and real, and yet had no scientific basis whatsoever.

The soulmate bond.

Plenty of alchemists have been trying to figure it out for centuries. What makes one seek out their so-called “one true love”? What causes the tug, the force of which increased every passing year after one’s 15th birthday, or the closer you were to that person? What are the deciding factors as to one’s soulmate? These were questions that were slaved over, entire lives spent trying to puzzle out, volumes upon volumes of journals and articles dedicated to the phenomenon; and yet, there was no conclusive answer.

He didn’t like not having answers.

He especially didn’t like how crazy it drove his little brother.

“But isn’t it wonderful to think about, Brother?” He bites back a groan, but still rolls his eyes violently as Al started on another rant about the phenomenon. “A tangible link to the person you’re fated to be with!”

“Yeah, it’s a real doozy.” Ed mumbles, rolling his eyes. “Can we maybe get back to our research?”

Al sighs, and even though he can’t see it, he knows the brat’s shooting him that look — “Why are you so pig-headed, Brother?”, he can hear his innocent little voice.

“Brother…” Al starts off, armor creaking as he shifts behind him. “Haven’t you gotten your soulmate link yet?”

Ed stiffens, page in mid-turn.

Alphonse had been kind enough not to ask, but he’s been expecting the kid to pop the question for weeks now. After all, there was no one more romantic than his little brother; that much was obvious from the novels he snuck around and hid from him.

(And who could have given him those novels except-)

He shakes his head, knocking the thoughts of that person out as well.

“Sorry to disappoint, bud.” He sounds more confident than he feels, that eternal pressure tugging behind his sternum again. “Do me a favor and go through that pile over there, okay-?”

“And you call the Colonel a slavedriver.” A dulcet voice tsks behind him and he stiffens again.

Alphonse doesn’t notice, too caught up in greeting you, clambering up with a delighted call of your name.

The pressure burns now, causing a tremendous aching that makes him squeeze his eyes shut to push past it.

It just had to be you, didn’t it?

He flashes a smile over his shoulder, lifting his hand in a slight wave before going back to his research. Another person might be offended, but of course you aren’t.

You’re an understanding person, after all, who (as a part-time employee) sees all types in this library that the Elrics put up shop in for days at a time.

You’re a sweet person, who smiles gently when you not-so-subtly threaten to kick them out if they don’t take care of themselves.

It’s not that surprising it’s you.

For a little while, he thought it was Winry, as his heart kept tugging endlessly towards the direction in which the train to Resembool always ran.

It’s not until a month after his birthday that you returned, recounting your hometown visit (only a town over from where he grew up), and his chest almost exploded as you walked in, that he realized who his soulmate was.

There could have been worse soulmates, he thought as he watched you speak to Alphonse over his shoulder, not nearly as sly as he wished to be.

You and Al were such great friends — sure, it pissed him off a little, doubly jealous as both of you took up so much of the other’s attention — but it would’ve devastated him if you guys couldn’t get along.

You weren’t difficult on the eyes either — but that could have been the effect of his feelings or the soulmate bond, because though you were the most gorgeous thing he ever laid eyes on, he knew logically that you couldn’t have been the prettiest person in the world… but it sure did feel like it, though.

You were pretty smart — of course, he wouldn’t have cared if you weren’t, not everyone could be the prodigies he and his brother were, but he liked that you could follow along with the basics of what he was saying… even if you were completely uninterested in alchemy.

Which brought him to perhaps your most important quality, your patience. You sat there, day in and day out, listening to his rants and rambles even when it got to the point that common courtesy would have allowed you to flip him off and walk away.

And you just watched him from under Alphonse’s arm with gentle eyes, even though you both knew you were each other’s soulmates.

“Before I forget,” You interrupt Al, looking apologetic. “That new book you were asking about-“

“The one with the-?!” Al stops abruptly, snapping to look at Ed — who, in a moment of utter grace, flips around hard enough to bang both his elbow and his knee on the table.

But the pain and embarrassment might have been worth it to hear your laugh, loud and snorting and musical to his ears.

“I’ll go pick it up right now.” Al whispers way too loud, making you snicker. “Go distract Brother.”

“You got it!” You whisper just as loud, and Al giggles before sneaking off.

Ed bites the inside of his cheek, trying to will his cheeks back to their normal color when you plop down next to him, leaning your head on your palm.

“You ever gonna tell Alphonse? Or even make a move on me?” You were blunt too, awesomely to-the-point even to military officials like State Alchemists. Even Mustang went silent that one time you saw him berating your soulmate and stepped in, asking him about a book that was considerably overdue. He walked away with his chin held high, yet trembling under the disapproving glare of the Lieutenant.

Ed sighs. He knows you deserve better than him. He’s not unaware of how painful this if for you — it’s just as bad for him. He was never interested in romance or soulmates beyond a few discussions between the brothers and Winry about what they wanted their soulmates to be like… which usually ended with Alphonse rolling his eyes and Winry declaring that he would die alone.

He remembers declaring that he would be fine if he never had a soulmate. After all, his mom and that tall, bearded jerk who fathered him were soulmates. The stories their mother told the boys, twinkly-eyes and nostalgic, were what rooted their views on the concept: Alphonse yearned for it, deeply, and Ed grew bitter about it, understanding that even soulmates could ditch you and your two kids.

Until he met you, and suddenly he wanted… more. He wanted to try, to learn, for you. He knew you deserved so much, and even though he wasn’t sure he could give them to you, he wanted so bad to try. He was overcome with guilt and longing every time he saw your beautiful eyes.

But there was another guilt, a greater guilt and responsibility that came first. He mumbled your name forlornly, wishing so bad that he could say it the way he wanted to.

“I have to focus on this first. You know-“

“I know, I know.” You nod, but your eyes at downcast now, and he hates himself so much more now. “It would be nice to be acknowledged, though.”

He leans forward, putting his hand over yours.

You gasp; Ed’s not one to initiate physical contact, having jumped away the first time your skin touched his. The intense look in his eyes as they fix on your face doesn’t help, either.

“I’m gonna do right by you.” He swears right then and there, in his sacred place of worship, surrounded by the greatest works on Alchemy. “I’ll get mine and Al’s bodies back, and I’ll come find you.”

“Yeah?” You breathe out, eloquence stolen from you by his determination.

“Yeah.” He nods, squeezing your hand, a small smile curling up his lips. “I’ll take you to that café you like. It’ll be nice.”

A sudden urge to take it back, to pick another destination you might like better throws him; a café, how dumb was that?! You went there all the time! He couldn’t think of anything better than that?!

But you surprise him, laughing and biting your lip.

“Sounds great.” You say, completely genuine. At the sound of heavy footsteps, you rise, readying yourself to take your leave.

As you round the bookshelf that obscures his workspace from the rest of the world however, you stop for a moment, looking back.

“And once you’re done, you know how to find me.”

And you go, with a cute smile on your face.

And his heart tugs.

#edward elric x reader #alphonse elric x reader #only platonically alas #it’s a travesty that there are so little fics about these two #ed may get the girl in this one but I’ve got your back alphonse!#background Roy/Riza if you squint and apply a romantic subtext #gabiwrites #fullmetal alchemist #fma #fmab x reader

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kirbyskisses · 1 year

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kirby’s kinktober (twenty-three)

body worship//edward elric

I left it ambiguous as to whether or not this takes place in brotherhood or 2003. I prefer 2003 personally but each version of this boy deserves love.

you know that years of disability and scars, both emotional and physical have left edward always feeling pained and burdensome.

it shows whenever you’re intimate and you’re determined to help him manage it, with warmth and loving support expressed through feather-light, carnal touches.

he always seems to shiver when you kiss his body. he squeezes his eyes and scrunches his blushing face when you lips and fingertips graze the browned, scarred skin of where his metal arm the remains of his human shoulders and chest.

“edward,” your calm voice chimes as you crawl on top of his laying figure. he sighs out when you touch his face, exhaling a breath he didn’t even notice he was holding. “relax.”

your voice has equal parts adoration and concern as he unclenches his jaw and lets his tense muscles loosen.

“s-sorry. i just,” he trails off. unless his eyes are in planted firmly in an alchemy book, edward’s mind always rushes with anxieties, equations trying to match all his wrongdoings and traumas together like a messy, winding puzzle. at the moment, he worries that it’s killing the mood but he just can’t word it.

but it’s okay. you understand. you put your hand on his cheek and from above him like this, the light of the orange sunset leaking through open curtains onto the curves of your silhouette - it’s like he’s making love to an angel.

every thrust up reminds him how warm you are, inside as your soaking walls clench his length but also in your voice.

he gives a throaty moan as you push back his golden hair to kiss his ear.

“you’re so beautiful, edward.”

“baby…” he mewls your name when you sink down onto him and suddenly he can’t focus on anything except your compliments.

“I mean it.” your hands brush his sculpted abs and chest. “I love all the work you’ve put into your body. I love how you persevere.”

even if he can’t feel the warmth he can tell you’re touching the cold metal of his leg and gasps sharply when you reach the stump of where it meets his human flesh.

“so much pain.” you coo, rolling your hips so slow he can’t help but buck his hips up to signal for a faster pace, which you happily oblige.

you kiss and nip at his neck as your soft body molds against his. every time he wonders if his body is deserving of yours, with its multitude of all the old stab wounds and blunt hits - maybe you’d prefer something smooth and soft.

ever since alphonse had recovered his body, he’s been soft and warm without a trace of old wounds cuts. should edward be jealous? wouldn’t you prefer something like that?

“i love you edward.” you whisper as if reading his thoughts and tears prick at his eyes. he doesn’t wipe them because your hands interlock with his and the gesture alone brings close him to orgasm.

“i love feeling you inside me. it’s so hard and warm. i love every bit of your skin, and your hair and those fiery golden eyes.”

his mind wants to reject it.

“i love you, ed.”

no.

“i love you.”

don’t.

“i want you to feel it.” your chest rubs against his, voice airy and close to breaking from the wet pleasure below. “do you feel how much i love you?”

he does and he knows he doesn’t deserve it. but he chokes up and spasms as his hips give a stuttered jump pulling out and creaming onto his toned stomach with a shaky sob of a breath.

“i-i’m sorry.” he shakes his head. “it was early, it’s pathetic i know you just…”

“no, no.” you cup his face and kiss him with a warmth that always melts the icy, metal barrier that years of hurt have put around his heart.

“did your body feel good?”

“y-yeah.” he swallows.

“then that’s all that matter.”

you cradle his head into your neck like a baby and edward finally lets himself feel, breaking down. finally out of his own head, he doesn’t care if it’s embarrassing, he just cares that you’re here.

and you always will be.

#smut #fluff #kirby’s kinktober #edward elric #edward elric x reader #fma #fmab #fma 03 #fma 2003 #fma brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist #Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #October

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ransprang · 6 months

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

Kinktober 2023

Edward Elric - Uniform Kink

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your colonel,

admins sar & san

#edward x reader #edward elric x reader #edward elric headcanon #fma edward #edward elric #fma fic #fma brotherhood #fmab #fullmetal alchemist #roy mustang

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imagines--galore · 9 months

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||Homecoming||

Summary: The brothers finally come home.

Pairing: Edward Elric x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But the tragedy did not stop there.

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

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

It had to be some cruel trick no?

The both of you copped in different ways.

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

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

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

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

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

And as for Edward?

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

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

You told each other everything.

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

But that part came later.

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

An Edward who was missing an arm and leg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he did not look happy.

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

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

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

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

So alone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Running

Running.

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

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

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

So maybe Ed was feeling a little left out.

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

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

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

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

“I don’t want to wake up.”

#edward elric x reader #edward x reader #edward x y/n #edward elric x y/n #edward elric #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fullmetal alchemist

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zaimta · 1 year

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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.

#fullmetal alchemist x reader #edward elric x reader #edward elric x you #edward elric x y/n #fma x reader #fma x you #fma x y/n #fma fic #fma fluff #fullmetal alchemist x y/n #fullmetal alchemist x you #fullmetal alchemist fluff #fmab x reader #fmab x you #fmab x y/n

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prettyiwa · 1 year

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Relationship: Edward Elric x F!Reader Content Warnings: Post-Story Events, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, PTSD, Angst to Fluff, Aged-Up Edward Elric Summary: Years after the events that took place in Central, Ed still struggles with nightmares. Word Count: 1,300

A/N: I had taken this down from Tumblr and left it up on AO3. Since I've made my works only accessible to registered AO3 users in the past week, I thought I would repost it here as it started as a tumblr request.

Four years later and it still affects him as though it were yesterday. The mounting anxiety and anticipation in the week leading up to it, the concern he held for Al, the frustration he felt at seeing Hohenheim一at first, anyway一working alongside Scar and the chimeras. Some parts are a blur, like how they got into the underground tunnel or the way they had to fight those mannequins, but others? Others are ingrained so deeply in the folds of his brain that, when he closes his eyes, he can still see it, still feel it.

Like no time has passed.

But it has passed. It’s passed marvelously. Al is visiting Mei in Xing right now, whole and in the body he had been deprived of for so long. Winry and Granny are in Resembool, happy and healthy with increased business thanks to Winry’s time in Rush Valley. And now he has you.

Constant. Patient. Brilliant and luminous, just as your paintings.

Each time he finds himself reliving that day, you are here to remind him of the present. Each time he wakes from a nightmare, you’re right beside him, content to hold him to you or to nestle closer in his arms. You’re here.

But this dream is so vivid, so real, it muddles the line of distinction, making it difficult to discern dream from reality. He calls it a dream一a persistent, desperate hope more than anything一but he can’t quite tell.

His heart thunders in his chest, rewatching the familiar scene in horror一Mei sobbing over what remains of Al’s armored body, too destroyed for Ed to do anything; the rebar pierced through his left arm while his right is achingly malnourished, disgustingly weak; the acrid smell of smoke that fills the air, mixing with the dust raised from the destroyed buildings.

Everything is too familiar, but it makes it easier to go through the motions, to do what needs to be done, to end this fight. Because he does. He knows he does. He knows what it’s like to see Al in his body again. He knows that day is coming where you walk into his life and irrevocably alter it.

Except that, when the time comes to make the trade for Al, he can’t quite remember what he trades. He knows that this is a problem that he’s already solved, but the answer is sitting at the back of his throat, just out of reach.

In that moment of hesitation where his mind blanks, he hears the sardonic laugh that’s taunted him in nightmares for longer than he cares to admit and two things happen.

The first is that Al stands before him, completely healthy, unlike his appearance on that day. He wears a look of concern, confusion, eyes not meeting Ed’s, instead focused on something just behind him.

The second is the scream, terrified and in immense pain. He knows the voice, even if he’s never heard the sound.

He seems to freeze in place, unable to turn and look at you, unable to accept that you’re somewhere you’re not supposed to be, that you’re hurt, that something is very, very wrong. It’s the way Al calls out your name, pushes past him to get to you that snaps him out of it, that makes him turn around.

The air surrounding you is purple as metaphysical hands pull at you, unraveling you, mirroring the scene from years ago. Your eyes find his as you reach out, pleading for him to help you, to make the pain stop, to save you.

It’s the breaking of his heart as your hand falls into his just before you’re gone, the aching of his soul at your absence. It’s the immeasurable pain that wakes him, that finally allows for his consciousness to win out, to pull him back to reality where you’re okay and here and 一

You’re not.

You’re not here.

The sheets cling to him, weighing him down as he jolts up, as he tries to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness in an attempt to find you. Outside of the warmth on your side of the bed一which isn’t comforting given how the summer heat is making everything so damn warm一there’s no indication that you were here.

His throat seems to close and it becomes impossible to breathe, to think. Just as in his dream一at least, he’s desperately hoping it was a dream一his heart is pounding, the sound of his blood pumping the only thing he can hear.

Maybe… maybe you stepped out? You like the heat just as much as he does, and, according to you, he’s a furnace when asleep. That’s a very real possibility. Or maybe you went to the restroom and are about to come back?

Whatever it is, wherever you’ve gone, he feels the nerves building up within him, the need to find you, to ensure that you’re safe and whole. He needs to be proactive, can’t afford to wait. He’s never been good at waiting, at sitting still, even less when the people he loves are at risk.

Potentially.

Assuming that you’re in danger. Which you’re not. You can’t be. There is no danger to be had, not anymore. Right?

Stumbling out of bed, he makes his way out of the room, scanning it once more before opening the door. The bathroom door is open, revealing a dark, empty room devoid of you. He releases a shaky breath and turns to check outside before he hears a faint click! and is faced with his diffused shadow, illuminated by the kitchen light that’s now on just down the hall.

“Ed? What are you doing up?”

Swiveling, he finds you illuminated by that same light, almost creating a glowing halo around your being. You’re leaning against the entryway to the kitchen, tired eyes taking in his appearance. Before he can truly process it, he’s stepping forward, wrapping his left arm around your waist as his right hand cradles the back of your head, pulling you to him, letting him crush you against him.

A puff of air escapes you, surprised by his reaction, but you’re quick to wrap your arms around his middle, quick to offer some kind of relief. His hold on you tightens and you seem to understand his unspoken need for reassurance, for the harsh reminder that you’re here. Mimicking the strength with which he holds you, you press him to you, burying your face in the crook of his neck.

“Wanna talk about it?” you mumble into his skin.

“No—not right now.”

A small nod is all he gets in response and you’re in no hurry to be let go. You wait, as you always do, allowing him to calm down as you hum a nonsensical little melody for him. When his grip starts to loosen, you explain.

“I woke up because it’s hot. I thought you might want a glass of water when you wake, so I came to the kitchen to get it. ‘M sorry, love.”

“Don’t be. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just that you di— disappeared in my dream. I panicked,” he replies, unable to even admit that in his dream, you died. It doesn’t matter now, anyway. Not really.

“Oh. Well, I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” It’s a promise, one he’s heard many times before. “The truth is that you’re stuck with me, Ed.” You press a kiss to his cheek, releasing him to grab the aforementioned glass of water. Offering it, he drinks the water, remembering the conversation you once had about how water helps with panic attacks.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” It’s his truth, the one that harmonizes with yours.

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

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Fandom(s): Fullmetal Alchemist

Pairing(s): Edward Elric x Reader

Word Count: 2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wasn’t here to make friends.

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

The exam proctor clapped his hands together,

“You have two hours. Good luck!”

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

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

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

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

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

Something about your voice makes his heart stutter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mustang quirks an eyebrow,

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

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

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

You give a mock bow and straighten,

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

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

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

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

“What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Before you two can start bickering, Mustang interjects.

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

Just like he was.

Dogs of the military.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He could never get over how pretty they were.

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

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

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

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

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

He only got like this when you were around.

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

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

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

That gets him to shut up real quick.

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

You continue to talk unabashed,

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

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

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

Instead of living in denial.

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