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maguro13-2 · 3 months

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Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.17 ~

Winry : Well, the news did say anything but Lightning Area, but there's F-Zero's lightning area. Looks like we got on the wrong foot. But this is closer of Sonic heading into the Lightning area, it's a flagship in a thunderstorm and with no turbulence.

Mei Chang : Like that floating whale-shark thingy over there.

Winry : Yep.

Riza Hawkeye : It's what I say, water makes Roy useless on rainy days.

Lan Fan : How did you know about that?

Winry : Come on, guys! Let's go check it out!

[Final Fortress - Jun Senoue]

Winry : So this is what they call it "Final Fortress".

Mei Chang : It's an air base on giant aircraft!

Lan-Fan : It looks really big for a ship fit for a planet.

Riza Hawkeye : At long it's not the size of Envy's lizard form.

Lan-Fan : Actually. He was a small creature before he took the form of a freaking douche-bag.

Riza Hawkeye : Clever some.

Lan-Fan : Hey, what's with the deal of this storm? I thought Sonic defeated robot doppelganger that was the cause of his Neo form? The weather didn't say anything about the weather! Besides the Final Fortress Zone as the final weapon is such a joke to have a name for a ship that I am giving Egg Emperor the finger!!

[THUNDER CRASHING+ELECTRICITY BUZZING!]

*SIZZLING*

Lan-Fan : (covered in ashes)...Okay, maybe we should never anger somebody from the clouds.

Winry : Look alive!

(scene flips)

Winry : That's funny. I didn't remeber the ship being rebuilt when the Time Eater used chaos control to fix everything. But we do know that this ship has some kind of some jumping spree or a device that will--

Lan-Fan : Umm, Winry. I think that's the self-destruct-

*DBZ SFX : Loud Explosion*

Lan-Fan : -Switch.

Winry : Who puts a self-destruct switch on a friggin aircraft!? I call shenanigans!

Mei Chang : Guess the mad scientist doesn't remembering putting that over there. Hey, I feel something grinding on my feet, and we're wearing our shoes.

Lan-Fan : No duh, doofus. That's because wearing the soap shoes thing from Sonic--

*DBZ SFX : ENERGY BLAST*

Lan-Fan : (avoid the laser) What the hell was that?!

Winry : Oh, Schintzels! Laser Cannons!

Riza Hawkeye : Oh yeah, I forgot. The level's has hazardous...LARGE LASER CANNONS THAT TRIES TO FRENCH FRIES US! THE FLAGSHIP HAS SOME SELF-DEFENSE CANNONS! WHAT DON'T THE EGG CARRIER HAVE!?!

Lan-Fan : Well, it's because there was a robot named Zeta who became part of the ship's core before it crashed landed on the ocean.

Winry : I guess you're right about that.

Riza Hawkye : Huh? Nothing can get by us now.

(cuts to the group see another self-destruct switch)

Winry : There's another self-destruct switch.

(HATCH DOOR CLOSES)

Winry : Hey, now what!?

*DBZ : Hit/Crash*

Winry : Let me guess. Three robots with hammers. You know what this means?

Lan-Fan : Let's perform a Team Blast Attack, with style!

Mei-Chang : You're on!

Riza Hawkeye : With pleasures!

"One team blast attack later..."

Winry : Ha! Serve those fella right. (presses the switch down)

*DBZ SFX : LOUD EXPLOSION*

Winry : Hahaha! You are right guys! Talk about a humongous ship in the storm!

Mei-Chang : Who knew that the flagship was so big, it would never amazes the size of a norm al aircraft carrier!?

Riza Hawkye : I gotta hand it to ya, sci-fi and fantasy does mix when it comes to airships. It's speculative fiction alright.

Lan-Fan : Probably like fun to grind on the rails safer if to--dodge another laser!

*DBZ SFX : ENERGY BLASTING*

Winry : Avoids another laser cannon! From the other sections of the flagship!? How many laser cannons does this ship have!? I mean come on, what the f--

*DBZ SFX : ENERGY BLAST*

Winry : (Re-Appears) I stand corrected. I wonder what's behind the seventh and final area? It better be not another laser cannon. Oh thank goodness we finally found the core of the level.

Lan-Fan : I don't think so. Look alive.

Winry : Huh? (sees 12 laser cannon) Oh, you've gotta be f***ing kidding me! Everyone dodge the laser cannons, full speed ahead! Dodge the laser by moving left or right to switch on the other rails as fast you can!

All : Got it!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Blasting*

Mei-Chang : Is that the best that the ship can you do? You can't mess with the princes of XING! Serves no one for handing the cannons from that mechanism of yours!

Riza Hawkeye : It's do or die! Time to blasts our way through!

Lan-Fan : I will pursue the speed and action with my skills!

Winry : Nothing beats a good speed! All action and no talk! Hah! No more lasers. Now let's...

*DBZ SFX : Energy Charging*

Mei Chang : We're not gonna make it!

Winry : ...Yes we are! Full speed ahead! (the groups grinds faster before the core's laser cannon) And now it's time to for us to blow this sucker up! Everyone together! Press the switch now!

Riza, Lan-Fan, Mei : [together] With pleasure!

(the girls presses down the switch together)

Final Fortress Core : (with Wario's voice) Oh boy!

*DBZ SFX : LOUD EXPLOSION*

Winry : Guess that's the end of it. We finally made it to the Goal Ring! and let's earn our rank!

Lan-Fan : I knew that we can do it!

Mei-Chang : Yeah, this is awesome!

Riza Hawkeye : I'm felling anxious with all the rides on the rail. Grinding with soap shoes it not my style!

Lan-Fan : Take that Final Fortress! (laughs triumphantly) We won again!

(THUNDER CRASHING+ELECTRICITY CRACKING)

*SIZZLING*

Lan-Fan : ...F*** you, Preflumster. (collapses)

Winry : At least we finally made it. Now let's head to the deck immediately. I'm sure that faker must be here on the ship somewhere. Where could he possibly be?

[Stage Clear (SA2/Heroes) - Jun Senoue]

"MISSION CLEAR!"

"RANK : A"

Winry : Yeah! Now that's what we call Girl power!

[Iris out]

~ Act 17 : Whale Shark in the Storm ~

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mechanicalinertia · 1 year

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STMPD Recommends Ranma 1/2 Fanfiction: The Anime Addventure's Enforced Evolution

Oh man oh man oh man oh man. This is a good one. Long story - both to explain the fic and the fic itself - but it's hyaku-pacento kanpeki desu yo. I would even recommend it to people who haven't seen Ranma, because you can just read the wiki to understand the only two Ranma characters in the whole story, and then after that it's a completely different setting that feels nothing like Ranma at all but is still incredibly cool. I am completely serious about this statement.

Okay, so, first off, the long walk to get there. The Anime Addventure was a sort of internet round-robin wherein users would post a section of fanfiction, then provide other users with four options to progress the plot alongside a 'Something Else' option. In essence, it was a chain-letter anime fanfiction, branching off into different storylines, often restarted spontaneously to provide new stories to tell. Now, the site itself has been gone for several years, but a read-only mirror exists... actually, I just checked and that appears to be nonfunctional, too. Might be a bad wi-fi connection, but something tells me... goddammit, right?

Okay, so a lot of those stories were lame-ass Ranma stories where your boy got laid, and got laid hard. Enforced Evolution was technically one of those, distinguished by high-quality writing (in some parts), high-ambition crossovers, and just genuinely trying harder to tell an interesting story compared to other threads. It went on for a whopping 232K+ words before not being continued, and was eventually preserved on FF.Net HERE. Since it's one big text-dump, I'd recommend downloading it as a PDF (print the webpage using your browser) and reading it on a portable device. Only way to travel with mega-stories like this one, really.

Anyway. Buckle the Fuckle Upuckle, because we're in for a bumpy ride.

The crux of the plot is basically an attempt to weave the Alien / Predator universe into Ranma. Or to be more precise, to transplant Ranma and his craziest fiancé, Kodachi Kuno, into the AvPverse.

So: Wayyy back in the nineties, a Xenomorph hive dropped into Nerima, Tokyo courtesy of the Predators, killing pretty much the entire Ranma cast. The martial artists on hand fought hard, but at some point mere fists can't stop acid blood and a horrible ability to spawn at unnatural rates.

Fast forward a few centuries into interstellar space, and Ranma and Kodachi have been resurrected as clones by Weyland-Yutani-Umbrella (yep, that last part's not a joke) using their DNA - several times over, in fact - to create biological weapons incorporating traits from the Xenomorphs, the Preddies, the super-mitochondria from Parasite Eve, the shapeshifting from the alien from Species (shitty 90's movie I guess), and so on and so forth. Oh, and they have T-Virus zombies in the Sinister Facility O' Evil, too.

So Ranma and Kodachi wake up and escape, alongside Nanami Jinnai from El-Hazard. Of course, all the other experiments do to a degree, but that's not important. What's important is that Ranma, Kodachi, and Nanami (now converted into a hybrid thanks to the other two), are running from the entire galaxy a in luxury-built Firefly equipped with an unshackled Cyberdyne AI. They land on a planet known as Mudpie (which has some genuinely interesting geography and suchlike), try to stay out of trouble - it's just that trouble ends up finding them. Mercs and criminals and colonial authorities all forcing the two to transform, or even convert the dying into something like themselves (including Winry from Fullmetal Alchemist - actually a bunch of FMA characters are colonial cops here), are bad enough. But then the Preddies decide to drop Xenomorph eggs on a cattle ranch outside of the main town, and soon the entire town is caught up in a battle between human, alien, and Predator. At this point, we get a lot of perspective switching, especially to those converted into hybrids (Celes Victoria! Winry Rockfell! Rally Vincent! (actually there's a really cool scene where Rally's conversion saves her life from a Queen chestburster)), and a whole lot of absurd violence as Ranma fights a Predalien Queen (loses) and a Predator leader with martial arts (wins, barely). Also, they reference the Big Bad Robot from Robocop 2 as a security robot that goes insane very easily.

I mean, god damn. This thing is insane in a way that required a lot of human labor to construct in a relatively cohesive way, you know? The grammar and spelling isn’t always perfect, but once the story gets going it’s just one fight scene, one chase scene, one massacre after another as the rain pours down, the Xenomorphs close in, and the transformed humans struggle to do what they can before more innocents die at the hands of hostile alien and corporate forces. It doesn’t finish, Addventure fics never do finish properly, but they get pretty close to an evacuation, to the point that one wants, desperately, for them to succeed, to see the story through.

Look. I’ve got nothing else to say. If you want 80’s style sci-fi mixed with Ranma characters that can be at once super brutal and surprisingly tender - and really, who wouldn’t want something like that - Read This Fic. In fact, just to make things easier, I’m tempted to go and find that Addventure mirror again. Repost it on AO3 in a less sloppy format compared to the ff.net guy. We’ll see if I get around to it.

#stmpd reviews ranma fanfiction #stmpd reviews fanfiction #anime addventure #fanfiction #fanfic rec #avp #alien #predator #ranma 1/2

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violetarks · 2 years

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wearing their clothes

anime: fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood

characters: ed elric, roy mustang, greedling

summary: just taking the chance to use something of theirs.

warnings: afab! reader, she/her pronouns used, Ed's takes place after the anime

↣ ed elric:

"Go shower, Ed." Y/N huffs out, hands on her hips as she raises a brow at the boy, "You're covered in dirt. Again."

He rolls his eyes and grumbles back at her, walking towards the bedroom, "Fine, fine. Why don't you blame the Colonel for that, huh? He was the one who made me and Al walk home after he 'forgot' to pick us up."

"What, did you walk through a sandstorm?" She deadpans, Ed walking passed her and giving her a short kiss on the cheek to greet her. She gives one back in return, hearing the door open. She gestures to the new comer. "Look, Al doesn't even have a spec of dirt on him. Why is it just you?"

Ed looks over his shoulder to his younger brother, who has now entered the house. "That's because he brought his jacket with him. We passed some construction site and they tipped their wheel-barrows on accident near us." He explains as Al puts his shaken out jacket on the hook.

She sighs at that, glancing over to the younger brother who was closing the front door behind them, "You guys walked here from the station?" Alphonse nods his head. That only makes her shake her head at the thought. The station was about an hour's walk from their shared home. Over the years, Mustang, Hawkeye and others from the military had come over to visit, so they should know that. "Jesus, Mustang was be petty sometimes. I'll talk to Hawkeye about it."

Alphonse then mutters out, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, "I supposed Mustang likes to prank us like we're still kids." Y/N shrugs her shoulders at that, playing with the hem of her shirt as she listened to him. "I'm going to go find Winry, see if she needs any help." He waves at Y/N, who does the same back.

"She's in the backyard." Y/N informs Al, who makes his way to the said area.

She then walks off to the bedroom, noticing how Ed was peeling off his clothes. She hummed out, "Your clothes are in the drawer there. I'll go put these in the wash."

Ed mumbles out, collecting two towels, "Thanks, Y/N."

He leans over to her and presses a kiss to her forehead. She replies, "You're welcome."

He offers her a gentle smile before he goes on walking into the bathroom, the water running after a few seconds. That meant he had started showering.

Y/N is putting some things away in their bedroom when she notices the pile of clothes folded neatly on his bedside table. It was the old outfit he used to wear before he and Al got their bodies back. The pretty colour of red against his black shirt and pants. Y/N had always wondered how comfortable it was, since he really never left the house without that red overcoat.

The reason he kept it was because it reminded him of all the things they went through to get their bodies back to how they were before. And to tell him never to mess with life every again.

She looks around, as if someone else would be in their bedroom, to check if the coast was clear. Sneakily, Y/N makes her way over to his side of the bed and places a hand against the red. Soft, it was very soft.

Curiosity gets the better of her and she pulls the overcoat from the pile, slipping her arms through the sleeves and smoothing out the material against her body. It was very warm, strangely enough, considering how he hadn't worn it in ages now. She moves over to the mirror, watching as the coat travels down from her shoulders.

When Ed used to wear it, he made it look like this thing was gigantic. It wasn't. It was just his short stature.

She does a little spin, thinking to herself that she doesn't actually look that bad. Maybe she should ask Ed if she can have it, since he won't be using it.

"Huh? Oh, you look nice."

Y/N immediately turns around, hands holding the split inside of the coat. There, Ed stands with his hair out, a towel wrapped around him and another rubbing against his head to dry it. He gives her a final once-over before sending her a smile. That makes her grow a little nervous.

"You like my old style?" He chuckles, closing the bathroom door and taking out some new clothes.

Y/N retorts, looking back to herself in the mirror as he changes, "Well, I saw it there and got a little curious." She tilts her head at the reflection, pursing her lips a bit. "I now understand why you wore it so often. It's very comfortable."

Ed hums back in response, pulling a t-shirt over his head and throwing the towels onto the bed, "Exactly. Was probably the best thing I've ever gotten for myself." He watches as Y/N gives him a look. "Well, other than having a girlfriend like you. Nothing beats you."

She gives him a cheeky smile before turning back to the mirror. She watches as Ed comes in from behind her, wrapping his arms around her neck and leaning against his girlfriend. "But you do look really good." He states, his wet hair now grazing against her cheek, "You can wear it whenever you like, as long as you don't ruin it. I can't use alchemy to fix that anymore."

"Aw, thank you, Ed." She responds, turning around and wrapping her own arms around his waist, "I'll probably just wear this around the house. 'Cause if I wear it out, people will start mistaking me for the Fullmetal Alchemist."

Ed scoffs at that, tilting his head away a little, "Ha! I doubt it! It's not like they identified me by my coat."

She raises a brow at that. "People would tell Mustang that they saw a 'little red bean running loose around town'." She informs Ed, who widens his eyes and gives a short gasp at the term 'little', "Don't worry, you were still amazing."

He furrows his brows with an annoyed look. "Well all those people would regret callin' me short now, wouldn't they?" He grunts, lifting his chin.

Y/N smiles, leaning towards him and pressing a gentle kiss against his lips. "Mhm, sure." She mumbles out, giving him a few more kisses to take his mind off it, "This jacket the most warm thing on planet earth."

"What about me?" Ed questions, pulling away a little bit, "I thought you liked me hugging you because it kept you warm."

"This jacket is the most warm thing on planet earth." Y/N hums out dreamily, letting her head fall against his shoulder.

"You just repeated yourself." He states.

Y/N only nods her head. "I know."

He deadpans, pulling away and lifting the covers of the bed, "Okay, while you fangirl over that piece of cloth, I'm going to take a nap. Today was hectic." He makes himself comfortable on his side of the bed, looking over to Y/N who is following after. "Are you gonna' sleep with that on?"

She stops her movement for a second before nodding her head. "I told you, it's warm." She states, making herself feel comfortable under the sheets beside Ed, "I'm sure Al will wake up up in time for dinner."

Ed extends his arms to her. "Come here." He sighs out, signalling her forward. Y/N shuffles her way into her spot, feeling Ed wrap his arms around her shoulders to keep her close. "Now you can be warm with me and my jacket."

She chuckles back, nuzzling her face into his neck, "Perfect was to fall asleep."

↣ roy mustang:

A night out with his unit was all that was needed to make Mustang tired. All the yelling and laughing and drinking (which he did responsibly, he was driving home for himself), it made him drained, especially since it was the first time he's gone out for a while.

He shuts the door of his apartment, putting the keys on the holder as he took off his shoes. He called out, "I'm home. Sorry it took long, Havoc needed a ride home. Shit, he's a handful when he's drunk."

Y/N shouts from the living room, "Hey, Roy, did you have fun at Falman's get-together?" She gets a grunt in response, making her smile. "Aw, that's good. I wished him a happy birthday this morning, he said you guys had a surprise and that he was nervous. Oh, and Riza called earlier and said you guys didn't eat dinner, because you were too busy making fun of Falman, so there's some food on the table. Make sure you clean up after yourself."

Roy smiles at her caring nature, stifling a yawn before he gives her a quick kiss on the top of her head. "Thank you, sweetheart." He hums, moving to the kitchen. He sees his favourite on the table, which makes him only appreciate her more. He takes a fork. "So, what did you do tonight? Have Catalina and Ross over?"

He begins to eat, holding the plate as he leans against the wide frame of the kitchen entrance. From there, he watches as Y/N shakes her head. She waves some papers in the air. "I have some things I need to look over before giving them to Hughes." She claims, "Due tomorrow morning."

Roy frowns a little. "Thought you finished all your work?" He says.

"He forgot to mention it to me that he needed these tomorrow, when it was supposed to be on Wednesday." She informs her boyfriend, sipping from her glass, "You could guess what he was talking about instead."

"No, don't say anything." He grunts, holding up a hand. He hears her chuckle before he swallows his food in his mouth.

"How was the mini party anyway?" Y/N questions, playing with the rim of her glass as she read through the reports in her hands, "When I talked about it to Breda, he said you guys were going all out tonight. How fitting for Falman, huh?"

The sarcasm in her tone makes Roy smile a bit more. "Oh, it was just great. Fuery got drunk after two beers, the Lieutenant won at darts when Breda made a bet with her, Havoc got rejected by the same girl three times because he thought they were different people. God, Falman was practically begging the owners of the bar to kick us out." When he says that, it emits a chortle from Y/N. He feels his heart flutter a bit.

"The Mustang Unit is freaking crazy." She gasps out, shaking her head, "Kind of fitting, considering that you're the Commander."

Roy finds himself rolling his eyes at the quip before he shivers. "Jesus, it's cold tonight. Even in here." He chatters, rubbing his shoulder a little, "You have the heater on?" She nods her head in response. Roy then moves over towards her, standing behind her spot on the couch. He places his free hand against her cheek. "Damn, you're freezing, Y/N. And you're sure the heater is actually on?"

"Mm. Too busy." She claims, looking over her shoulder and gesturing him to lean down a little. Once he does, Y/N presses her lips to his cheek, a sweet and short kiss. "Now, go shower and change. You smell like Havoc's cigarettes and Falman's stress."

She pushes gently against his chest, making him smile. Roy goes to stand up, but when he takes one final glance at her, he stops. Y/N, after marking off some aspects of the documents, notices his presence. She looks over to him. "You okay, honey?"

"... Is that my uniform?" He questions, monotone voice as he points to her lap.

"Huh? Oh, yeah it is." She retorts, pulling his State Military uniform over her lap once more. It was just his overcoat, used as a blanket. "I was really cold before and you left your uniform on the couch here. Too lazy to go off and get a sweater, so I used this. Is... that okay?"

Before she gets an answer, Roy is moving around the couch and stopping beside her. He steals the papers from her hands and on the cushions, to put them on the coffee table out in front of them both. Y/N raises a brow at him, about to question why he was interrupted her work. But then Roy Mustang throws himself over her, nearly tackling his lover to the ground if it weren't for the couch stopping that.

"Roy!" She gasps out, feeling his arms tighten around her body as he moves his face further into her neck, "Geez, what's gotten into you?"

He mutters against her, a smile dawning on his lips, "You look really good in my clothes."

She retorts, rolling her eyes and getting more comfortable in her spot, "Roy, I'm not even wearing it. Just using it like a blanket."

Roy feels himself getting more and more relaxed from the night, having Y/N run her fingers smoothly through his hair. "Same thing, you still look nice." He claims, turning his head to the side to see her smiling for herself, "So beautiful."

Y/N deadpans, stopping her movements once she wraps her other arm around his shoulders, "We wear the same exact uniform. You see me in that blue every day."

He whines a little, a product of being kind of tired, "But it's different because it's mine, y'know?" He peers an eye open to her, and notices that she's already looking back at him. "Look all pretty in my stuff."

She sighs out, patting his shoulders, "That's sweet of you to say."

He lifts himself up onto his elbows, admiring her once more with his jacket laid over her body. She was still wearing a t-shirt and pants, but all he could think about was the fact that she had even thought about using his things. That she believed they were close enough to do so. He brushes his thumb against her cheek, which makes her lean into his touch.

That's when he leans down towards her and begins to pepper kisses all over her face. It starts off with a bunch against her cheeks, and then her nose and finally, her lips. Roy seemingly spends a little more time there, relishing on how warm she was compared to how cold she claimed to be.

Or maybe it was the fact that he's fallen so much more in love with her, that he's feeling that warmth.

Y/N holds his cheek as he pulls away, admiring his beauty once again. "Pretty." She mumbles to herself, making the man in front of her blush a little, "Very pretty."

Roy closes his eyes with a grin before holding her hand in place, pressing a light kiss against her palm. How romantic of him, such a beautiful gesture.

"I have the weekend off." Roy informs Y/N, knocking her out of her trance.

She raises a brow at the statement though. "Huh, coincidentally the same weekend that I have to go to East City to hand in some reports." She says, making Roy shrug his shoulders. This man used his power is such ways that Hawkeye would definitely lecture him for. "You big baby, can't handle a few days without me, huh?"

Roy groans, digging his face into her shoulder again, "Hey, I did this for you too. Imagine how bored you would be getting accompanied by Armstrong, all alone."

Y/N laughs at that, kissing his forehead once and closing her eyes, "Oh, how thoughtful of you, my dear boyfriend."

"I know, right?" He hums, enjoying all the attention he was currently receiving from her, "Aren't I the best boyfriend?"

"Whatever you say, Roy." She mutters out, beginning to sit up. The overcoat falls off her chest and onto her lap as Roy also brings himself up from the couch.

He takes hold of the uniform. "And think about all the clothes of mine you could use on this trip." He says, using a voice to try and appeal to her. It was easy to notice that he's changed ever since Y/N used the jacket as a warm blanket. Now, he wanted her to use his things more often. "I'll ever bring over that sweater you like."

Y/N gently shakes her head at his antics, fixing the pile of papers on the coffee table before pulling him up to his feet. "Alright, Roy, go and shower. You seriously need to tell Havoc to lay off the cigarettes." She sighs out, pushing him towards the bedroom.

He walks over to the bathroom, but points to the dresser before he closes the door. "My shirts are in the top drawer!" He calls out.

She only closes her eyes with a slow inhale and exhale. But nevertheless, grabs a shirt of Roy's to change into.

↣ greedling:

"You better not ruin it more." Greed orders, pulling off his overcoat and handing it to Y/N in front of him, "If I have to wear the prince's clothes, I'll kill you."

Y/N rolls her eyes, walking over to the couch where her sewing kit sat. "You always say that and never mean it, Greed." She huffs, setting herself down and looking the cuts made through it. She turns her head to see over her shoulder, Greed examining his own injuries and healing them himself. "You planning on staying? It would be nice to talk to Ling instead of you for a change."

Greed clicks his tongue, crossing his arms over his chest. "Out of everyone, why did he have to choose you?" He mumbles to himself, walking to the kitchen, "Hungry. You better be finished by the time I'm done eating."

She gives a wave of her hand as he goes into the kitchen.

Y/N had stuck with Ling for a long time now. Her family had worked under the clan he was partly from, and became one of his most trusted and a childhood friend. He loved her dearly and the two were already in a relationship, and once Greed had become one with the royal, it posed a bit of an obstacle. The Homunculus hated Y/N since Ling always wanted to be near her, and she hated him because he took her boyfriend away from her.

But she learned to care for the two of them equally. He was now a part of Ling's life, and he worked hard for this. She couldn't ask him to get rid of his goal.

'Be nice to Y/N, Greed', Ling argues with the entity inside of him, arms crossed over his chest, 'She's being generous enough to help you after ruining your clothes.'

'Oh please, you just like her because she's hot', Greed retorts as he pours himself some juice.

'If you're going to call my girlfriend 'hot', you might as well say it to her face. She thinks you despise her.' Ling sighs, shaking his head with a disappointed look. Greed could be so uncompliant, much like the Fullmetal Alchemist himself. It would annoy him a little, if he was being honest. 'And don't say that Y/N is just her looks. She's got more personality that you'll ever dream of having.'

'That's for damn sure.' Greed sighs to himself.

'I love Y/N because she's amazing, Greed,' Ling huffs out in retaliation.

'Didn't you say you fell in love with her when she paid your tab for the first time?' Greed deadpans, sipping from his glass before washing off the enemy's blood from his arms.

'That shows that she always thinks of others,' Ling says proudly, lifting his chin.

'It shows that you never want to pay for yourself,' Greed retorts.

'Okay, you're too mean to her,' Ling states, standing up in his spot in their 'waiting room', 'My turn to see my girlfriend.'

One of the things he disliked about having Greed share the same body as him. The fact that he can't exactly control what Greed says to anybody. Especially to Y/N, which made him upset. He'd apologise profusely for all the entity said to his girlfriend when he got control of his body again. She'd always say she knew that it wasn't him, and that Greed is just mean to everyone.

Greed reluctantly agrees, because he knows that if he doesn't, Ling will be arguing and whining about it for the rest of the day. The two switch, a small smile dawning on Ling's lips as he finishes off wiping the blood off of him.

He hums out loud, "Knew that Greed could be a little generous."

Greed shakes his head. 'It's like you don't know the meaning of my name, idiot'.

Ling turns the corner of the kitchen, back into the living room, to see Y/N standing there. He hasn't been around her like this since yesterday, since Greed wanted to do all the fighting for the meantime. So seeing Y/N there was a relief.

He begins to walk over but notices the article of clothing she's wearing over her shoulders, arms slipped through the sleeves. Y/N stands there, hands in the pockets as she looked down at herself. It was comfortable, something she hadn't expected. Pretty easy to fix up all the holes as well, so it didn't take too long.

She can feel herself feel better, hugging herself a little bit. "Warm..." She mumbles to herself.

And Y/N jumps when she feels his arms go around her. She stands up straighter, feeling her neck heat up. "H—Hey, Greed—" She begins before Ling props his chin on her shoulder.

He gives her a wide smile. "My, my, don't you look all pretty in my clothes?" He chuckles, hugging her tightly from behind. She turns her head a little to him and watches him give her another grin. "Maybe I should just give it to you."

'Not a chance', Greed huffs in annoyance.

"I, um... Was just trying to see if there were any other holes in the jacket." She claims, beginning to peel the clothing off as she begins to get embarrassed.

"What? No!" Ling whines, pulling away and turning her around. He holds her face in his own hands, squishing her cheeks together a little bit. "You look so cute! Even Greed agrees with me!"

'Huh? Who said that?' Greed grumbles out, sounding irritated by the false statement.

She gives him a little smile before leaning forward, pressing her lips against her boyfriend's ones for a few times. She hums, arms wrapped around his neck, "If only Greed was that nice. He'd probably tell me I look like trash."

"Oh? Then why don't we ask?" Ling questions. She's about to ask about it before he leans into her, giving another sweet kiss to her. Her eyes are closed as she holds on tightly. But that's cut off when he pulls away, clicking his tongue. "Damn idiot switches at the dumbest of times."

She opens her eyes, meeting the scowl of Greed that she knew too well. She scrunches the material on his shoulders before sighing, "Ling, you're unbearable at times. Lucky I love you."

'Aw, she's so sweet. Now, tell her that she's pretty, Greed', Ling tells him, wearing a proud smile, 'Come on, I know you wanna'.'

Greed only rolls his eyes, hands gripping onto Y/N's waist a little tighter. She raises her brows a little at that, holding some more on his shoulders. He then grunts, eyes averted to the side, "You don't look that bad, I guess."

She blinks at him.

"I mean, anyone can pull off a black jacket." He claims, rolling his eyes.

Y/N takes a moment to comprehend the fact that he's complimenting her. But then, she smiles and hugs him, making him roll his eyes once more, returning the gesture because Ling is ordering him to do so.

"Thank you, Greed." She mumbles into his shoulder, "And thank you, Ling. Always knew you could whip this guy into shape." She feels Greed give her a little pinch to her waist. "But seriously, it's nice to have a quiet moment. No fighting or anything. I'm stealing this whenever I want, by the way."

Greed gives an annoyed grunt as Ling talks about how cute she was, "You're welcome, you brat."

'Don't call her that.' Ling says to him.

'I call her what I want.' Greed responds to that, looking that least bit proud of himself.

'No, be nice to my girlfriend.'

'Isn't she technically our girlfriend now?'

'I thought you don't share, Greed.' Ling inquires, tilting his head to the side.

Greed finds himself hugging a little tighter to Y/N. 'I'll make an exception.'

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Rated G for Gosh Dang Near Everyone except people who don't like hurt/comfort sickfics

Word count: 1373

Summary: Winry insists on getting her covid shot as soon as Central offers it. Ed worries for her, even though she's fine. Until she's not.

A/N: written for @darkpersonapeace several days ago when she was recovering from her covid shot day-after yuckiness. Disclaimer though, I am not a medical professional, nor is this meant to be a realistic depiction of the typical side effects of the COVID-19 vaccine. This scenario is simply based on what my roommate experienced, and my side effects were far tamer. Let's kick covid in the butt, guys!

When the first COVID-19 vaccines made their way to Central City, Ed knew that Winry would want to be one of the first in line. Because that's how she was, after all. She always prioritized the needs and safety of others over the possible risks to her own well-being, especially when her automail patients were involved. It was one of the many reasons he'd married her.

However, Edward worried that she might develop some of the more drastic side effects, so he decided to accompany Winry on the train ride from Rush Valley to Central. After all, who knew what could happen if she was on her own, stranded hours away from help?

"Now, Winry, you know you can change your mind at any time, right? I'm not going to try to steer you away from this if it's what you're set on, but you know your patients and I would still respect your decision if you wanted to wait to make sure the vaccine doesn't cause any long-term damage to you, right?"

"Edward Rockbell," she frowned with her hands on her hips, doing nothing to diminish his pride in the name, "I could care less about some hypothetical damage if I even have half a chance at keeping my patients healthy and you know it. And besides, you never had such a high opinion of possible damage when you were involved." She raised an eyebrow.

"When I was involved, sure, but never when it was you, gearhead," he said softly, pulling her in for a hug. His hand held her head and ran down the length of her hair.

"Well, I'm doing it, Ed," Winry said into his shoulder. "Like it or not, I'm trying to protect you, too, even if I have to wait hours in line to do it."

"I could barely figure out what the heck you said between the mask and my shoulder, but with the way the line's going, I don't think you're gonna have to wait very long."

"Hm, I guess not."

"Now, I've researched this. You know you have to stay in the monitoring area for fifteen minutes afterwards, right? You know to stretch your arm so it doesn't get so sore, right? You know to keep your vaccination card…"

*****

Much to Edward's relief, Winry showed no signs of any negative side effects. They went out to dinner (unfortunately, at one of the restaurants the Colonel had recommended), and the train ride back to Rush Valley would have been almost boring if Ed hadn't entertained a child by drawing a transmutation circle that made a loud, garish toy when the child activated it.

And then they got in the car.

Winry cranked the car and made a stop at the nearest gas station while they took turns going to the bathroom. Two minutes down the road, however, the blood began to drain from Winry's face.

"Winry, are you doing alright?"

"I'm fine, Ed. It's not like I can't drive or anything." Several seconds later, Ed spoke again.

"Are you sure? Because you look like you're about to throw up."

"I'm—" she blanched.

"Winry Rockbell, pull over or I'll pull over for you!"

Thankfully, she obeyed and put the car in park.

"Now, don't move. I'll come around and get you."

"Ed, I'm not that bad."

He opened her door and pulled her out. "Get some fresh air, Winry. I'm gonna help you to the passenger's side, okay? This is why I came with you."

"I don't need—" she stumbled, cutting off the rest of her sentence.

"You were saying?" Ed chuckled after catching her with the arm that was already around her.

"Oh, just drop me in the car, will you?"

Fortunately, it was only a half hour drive to the other side of the city, but Ed feared that Winry's condition might worsen drastically in even that short a time frame.

First, he noticed her breaths get shorter and faster.

"Winry, do you need me to roll the window down? I'd help you on your side if I could."

"Y-yeah, maybe."

A few minutes later, he heard her whimpering quietly. He laid a comforting hand on her thigh. "What's happening? Is there anything I can do?"

"I don't know. I should have known this would happen. Even a normal flu shot wipes me out the whole next day, plus I hear it's worse if you've had covid before, and who knows, maybe I did, and—" he squeezed her leg, and she added in a small voice, "Maybe you could hold my hand?"

"Of course I'll hold your hand, hon," he smiled for her sake, adding under his breath, "and maybe speed a bit so we can get you home faster."

A few more minutes, and her whimpers grew louder. Winry's hand gripped his like a lifeline.

"Ed, I can't do this," she panted.

"You're so freaking strong, Winry. Just hold on a little longer. Squeeze my hand as tight as you want."

Her bone-crushing grip renewed his sense of urgency.

"Help me," she pleaded.

"What can I do, baby?"

"Help me," she echoed. "It hurts. It hurts so much."

"I'm getting you home as fast as I can. You're amazing, Winry."

She only moaned in response.

"I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die," she wept.

"Shh, I love you too much for that. You're my wife. You're my strong, brilliant, amazing wife, and I'd give up my entire body before I'd let you die. You hear me?"

"Mhm."

"Hey, do you remember when I said your hands are meant to give life?"

"Mhm."

"Well, keep holding my hand so that my hand give you life. We're so close. Just hang in there."

"I still wanna die," she sniffed.

"I'm gonna do what I can, okay, baby?"

Ed did his best to keep his hands from trembling. He had to stay strong for Winry. But what if this was a rare side effect? What if she actually was dying? No. No. It was just a vaccine. It'd be ridiculous if she was actually dying, but it didn't keep him from wondering if she needed to see a doctor. But please, he prayed to any deity that would listen, please let me do something for Winry.

So he sang. He sang her the lullabies of Trisha Elric. He sang her the old, cheesy love songs she had a soft spot for. When he ran out of those, he sang an oddly gentle version of some pop punk songs he listened to. He sang anything he could think of, from classic musicals to popular songs that Winry danced to, even if he thought they were trash.

Although her moans and whimpers didn't grow any quieter, she mewled, "You sing really pretty, Ed. Why don't you do it more?"

"If you make it through this, I'll sing for you whenever you want, Mrs. Rockbell. What song do you want next? We're almost home, and then you can lie down and I'll get you whatever you want. Does that sound okay?" He pressed a kiss to her hand, keeping his eyes on the road. He'd probably regret his promises to sing, but right then, he couldn't care less.

Ed took her song request and parked in front of their home shortly after. Walking over to the passenger side, he carefully pulled Winry out and carried her up the stairs past her shop to their apartment above it. She curled into his chest until he laid her on their bed.

"Equivalent exchange," he kissed her burning forehead. "You've taken care of me when you and Granny had to give me life-saving surgery after I lost my arm and leg. Now I get to look after you when you need me."

Winry smacked him weakly. "Alchemy freak."

"Gearhead," he laughed softly. "Try to sleep, if you can. I'll be right here the whole time if you need my hand again. Just tell me if you need anything, and I'll get it."

She smiled, then crumpled with a moan. After several seconds, she turned her head to look at Edward.

"Even if I want a purple polka dotted hippopotamus?"

Ed laughed. "Even if you want a purple polka dotted hippopotamus."

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Summary: Winry sat in the optimal place to study in the school cafe for the entire fall semester. Then spring came, and suddenly some self-entitled twit who dressed like off-brand Gerard Way decided it was his territory. He was so not going to get off easy.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.8k words of coffee shop/college AU with a side of enemies to almost-lovers

A/N: It's finals week, I posted this on Ao3 at almost 5am, and if the rest of the sentence didn't make it obvious, I'm writing from unfortunate experience. Not beta-ed or proofread, although I happened to see one thing to fix when I woke up this morning. Feel my raw power. Rawr.

It wasn't that big a deal.

It kind of really was, though.

Every Thursday morning during the fall semester, Winry sat in the same spot at the same school coffee shop. It was the spot sent by the entire patron pantheon of cram papers. Maybe one person didn't need an entire booth, but it was in the corner, and the tops of the bench seats had opaque plastic barriers that just so happened to be perfect for minimizing excess visual chaos. For the most part, there weren't loud conversations, and the jazz music that came through the speakers helped her tune out people ordering coffee. Add to that the fact that she could use campus flex dollars and not her own bank account that was begging for mercy, and it was the perfect spot to get papers done.

But apparently not this spring.

As soon as Winry walked in, she noticed him in the corner. Some emo wannabe guy on his computer. Probably on Reddit complaining about how women didn't appreciate the amazing pics he sent them on Tinder. Or at least, it was a fair guess based on the sour look on his face. Why did this guy of all people have to steal the holy grail spot? Ugh. She was still gonna get her coffee, darn it.

"You know the deal, Sciezska. Medium roast with a shot of espresso and vanilla creamer."

"On it! You paying in flex?"

"Yeah." She scanned her student ID and lowered her voice. "Who's off-brand Gerard Way in the corner?"

"Who's Ger—"

"The punk kid."

"Ohhh. I can try to get his number for you, if you want."

"No, he looks like a total tool! And not the kind I like dealing with!"

"Which means you think he's hot. I didn't think you were into that type, but you're not wrong."

"For the last time, no, Sciezska! He took my spot! And I'm trying very, very hard to keep this to a stage whisper, but if you keep trying to set me up with some random creep, I won't be able to!"

A distinctly male voice grumbled, "I'm not a creep."

"Keep telling that to the girls on Tinder. I'm sure they'll understand eventually."

"Yeah, and I'll bet if you look at your 'Live, Laugh, Love' sign a little more, you'll understand it eventually." He mumbled something under his breath.

"What was that, Mr. Nice Guy?"

"Lay off, it's eight in the morning. I said the only reason I even have a Tinder account is because my roommate stole my phone while I was going to the bathroom."

"Well, if you didn't want it, why didn't you delete it?"

"Eh, I figured if I really got sick of being single one day, it'd already be there."

"Never would have guessed you were single," Winry said dryly.

"Come on, it's way too early to be rubbing that kind of crap in. Who says I'm not fine with being single anyway?"

Sciezska timidly spoke up. "Medium roast with espresso and vanilla creamer?"

Winry thanked her as red jacket boy continued. "'Edward Elric, Bachelor.' Almost sounds as good as 'Edward Elric, Bachelor of Science.'"

"B.S. degree. Sounds about right."

"About time you stopped acting like I'm an idiot!"

Winry snorted. "That's not what I meant."

"Hey!"

"And with that, I'm going to go find some other spot to write my paper."

Edward, as his name apparently was, scoffed and mumbled something that sounded like "good riddance". Maybe the librarians wouldn't get on her case too much for bringing in coffee.

-----

A week later, Winry walked into the cafe, assuming the circumstances of the previous week were an anomaly. They were not.

"Medium roast with a shot of espresso and vanilla creamer," she grumbled and sulked in the direction of the corner seat.

"Hey, don't start with me again, blondie. I've had a whopping four hours of sleep and I can't promise you'll like what comes out of my mouth."

"We're at a coffee shop. Get some coffee. I can't help it if you're too hung over to be polite."

"Now look, genius. I did not stay up until 4 A.M. working on a stupid chem paper for that sadistic pyromaniac excuse for a professor just for some random chick to accuse me of being hung over."

"Oh."

"Yeah. And for your information, coffee doesn't really help me wake up. It just helps me focus on homework." He lifted up his empty cup and gave it a shake.

"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard."

"ADHD is a weird thing, and yet, here I am."

"Huh, interesting."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to pick up where I left off with the same stupid ten page paper I started last night."

"Oh right. Sure," Winry stammered. "Listen, I'm really sorry I just assumed things about you. It was wrong of me, and I'd like to make it up to you, if that's okay."

Edward eyed her suspiciously. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well...I could look over your paper once you're done writing it? I've got a paper of my own to write while I'm waiting, and I can sit right across the table here so you don't have to come get me. I won't try to talk to you or anything. Neither of us need that kind of distraction."

"Alright, alright. Get your coffee and sit down. The girl at the counter's been up there waiting for a good minute or two while you've been at confessional over here."

"Wait, she has?" Winry's eyes widened, and Edward laughed at her expense. He was kind of attractive when he wasn't scowling...wait what? She pouted and got up to retrieve her coffee. When Winry returned, she plopped down on the bench opposite Edward and opened her laptop. Peeking out from behind it, she added, "By the way, I'm Winry. I figured you ought to at least know the name of the person who's proofreading your paper."

"Well, Winry, you're the one who volunteered." The corners of his mouth twitched upward. The two worked on their assignments in silence, occasionally speaking up when necessary.

-----

Edward was in the corner again the next week as well.

"Hey, Edward! Mind if I join you for homework again?"

"Normally, I'd say no, but you didn't bother me too much last week, so you might as well." He turned away slightly.

"Great! Have you gotten your coffee yet? I didn't see a cup, and you got something the last two times."

"Eh, I haven't been here long. If you're going up and getting yours, would you mind ordering a caramel macchiato for me?" He asked, sliding his ID across the table.

"Yeah, no problem. I'll be back in a sec."

She returned and slipped his ID back before pulling out her computer. "Do you have anything for me to look over this time?"

"Not this week. But if you have anything you need looked over, I can do that, too."

"Actually, I do, if you wouldn't mind."

"Winry, I just volunteered. Just send the paper to my school email. Mine's 'elricedwa'," he instructed as he proceeded to spell it.

"Medium roast and a caramel macchiato?" Sciezska called out.

"Coming!" Winry replied and turned to Edward. "I just sent it, so you should be able to start while I'm getting our stuff." Eyes glued to his laptop, Edward gave a thumbs up.

Once she returned with their drinks, Winry sat down and wordlessly set Edward's drink next to him.

"Thanks," he muttered distantly. His lips mirrored the words he was reading. Though his lips weren't plump by any stretch of the imagination, they were shapely. His steely concentration made the air leave Winry's lungs. To top it all off, the first rays of sunlight came through the window just right, hitting Edward's hair in a way that made it positively glow.

What was she thinking? Those were only the sorts of things people thought when they had a crush. She'd only had two positive interactions with him, including this one. ...well, maybe it was a crush. She could certainly do worse than someone with a questionable fashion sense. After all, he worked hard, and he got good grades, if the quality of his writing was any indication. Okay, fine. He was also drop dead gorgeous, if you could see past his clothing choices. Yeah, she had a crush.

"Did you hear anything I just said?"

"...no."

"Figures. I finished reading your paper. It's not bad, I just left a few suggestions for sentence structure. Now I am going to enjoy my caramel macchiato." He took off the lid and breathed in the steam with his eyes closed, nearly drooping into the cup in content. When he opened his eyes slowly, Winry was awestruck by the similarity between the color of his eyes and his drink.

"What?" Edward furrowed his eyebrows.

"Nothing. I didn't say anything. At all. Nope."

"Okay." He shrugged. She reopened the document and went through his suggested edits. Gnawing her lip in concentration, she leaned forward a bit to settle in and tackle the editing.

"...hey, uh, Winry?" Edward gulped. "Are you going to drink your coffee?"

"Oh! Yeah, I almost forgot. Thanks, Edward!" she smiled.

"No–no problem. And you can call me Ed, you know. Most people do. Except for that excuse for a professor that calls me pipsqueak. Can you believe he's my advisor? I mean, come on, I'm a grown man. I'm not that short."

Winry made a poor attempt at containing her laughter. "Okay then, Ed. Prove it. Stand up."

"Fine." He slid out of the booth and stood. Winry followed suit and appraised their respective heights.

"Well, I'd hardly call you tall, but you're at least taller than me by a few inches, for whatever that's worth."

Edward grinned as if he had won some sort of prize. "Time for shorties to sit down now!"

"Watch it now. You're not too far from that label yourself, mister."

They both returned to their positions in the booth and worked steadily for the next hour. At the end of that time, Winry closed her laptop. "Ed, are you okay? You seem distracted."

"ADHD. I'm always distracted," he dismissed.

"No, like, are you sick or something? You did get more than four hours of sleep this time, right?"

"No comment." Ed's mouth twitched. He mumbled barely loud enough to hear, "Wouldn't have mattered anyway."

"Are you sure? If you're not feeling well, I can drive you over to the health center."

"N-no. That's not it." He exhaled, then slid a napkin across the table. His hands trembled slightly. "Anyway, here's my number. In case you need me to look over a paper. Or whatever. I've got a class soon."

Winry blushed, but tucked the napkin in her laptop. "Thanks, Ed. See you next week?"

"Yeah. Next week."

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Winry: This goes with your major, right?

Edward: Blocked

#fma #fma fanfic #503 day #when i wrote it it was probably still 503 day somewhere #edwin #edward elric #winry rockbell #fma sciezska #fma sheska #my writing #my fic #coffee shop au #college au

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