#fh fic

[dapper-nahrwhale]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

chapter 3 of ignore the check engine light!!!!!!! look at the au emily axford told me abt in a dream. its been months but shh. art time!

i love u drawing older versions of the bad kids....yay...

[ourmutualignorance]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fabian likes to think he would’ve figured it out even if Eillana hadn’t told him. There was no version of his life where Riz wouldn’t have been a big, central part of it, anyway; maybe he always would’ve been just one step away from it at any given time. Maybe all it would’ve ever taken was just a little nudge, the wrong (right) thing said at the right time, something settling into place on its own.

And with that, my qpr fabriz fic the place you call home is now officially finished at 155.5k words. This grew so much bigger than I ever anticipated both in terms of word count and in reception, and I'm so honored and so grateful for the latter, so one more thank you to everyone who's been a part of that.

It's almost a guarantee I'm not done playing in this little universe, so if anyone ever has requests or thoughts, my inbox is always open <3

[queenbruv]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

He woke up in this bed. Or did he? It’s fuzzy now. He was somewhere before he was here. In an empty void. Dark. Infinite. Gorgug died. He knows he died.

He can’t be sure…

He can’t be sure he came back.

a sort of coda to sophomore year, gorgug-death-trauma style

[connecting-the-stars]

Thistlecaster has infected me so much that after my collection of ideas for fics that had everyone or focused on solo one character, pieces of my doc had some drafts with Thistlecaster and then it became paragraphs and now half of my doc is Gorgug and Fabian fluff and angst. Lmao

I keep bouncing between adding to my unnamed dabbles for Snow Quest in the mountains unconnected to anything in s3 with lots of fluff and pining and Space adventure with Fabian joining an already established Bad Kids.

[feverhalo]

@taylor-tut said: FMA PROMPTS?! YES. Okay, so what about something where Ed and roy have to go on a mission together and the evening before, Ed starts to feel sick. He tells Roy, but he doesn't believe him and thinks he's trying to get out of the mission. He chalks Ed's listlessness and lack of focus up to a hissy fit. But eventually Ed is like "I cant--it's hard to think" while they're talking and roy realizes that he's burning up, and worse, they're in a motel with no air conditioning and it's hot as hell.

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE FMA PROMPTS. I have like 4 on the go and still tried to do this one short’n’sweet but it got longish and ????

Thank you so much for the prompt! It was really fun to get to sit down and see something from start to finish again. I hope its enjoyable!

“Are you sure we can’t put the mission off for like, another week or two? C’mon Mustang,” Ed said holding his hands apart. “Al and I have to fix up where we’re staying and take back all these books before Winry gets here-”

“You really should just keep on top of your responsibilities. Honestly, by now the military’s schedule in your life should be making some difference. Its been how many years?” Mustang leaned back in his chair with crossed arms. Beside him, Havoc reached across the table to grab a copy of the next day’s itinerary.

“Says you,” Ed snorted harshly through his nose, “you’re name is more synonymous with ‘procrastination’ than any other word I’ve ever heard. Seriously, Winry’ll kill me if she gets here and its a mess.”

“More so than ‘bastard’?” Mustang slapped at Havoc’s arm and the man’s laughter lapsed into a rough hacking cough.

“Don’t encourage him. Fullmetal, this mission is unavoidable. I’ve had direct paperwork handed to me from General Grumman,” Roy smacked the back of his hand at the reports he held, “These rebel attacks can’t keep going this way.”

“So surprise them in a week. Make them think they got away with it, then wreck their shit. I don’t see what is so damn hard about changing the day.”

“Suck it up, Ed. No way, no how is Mustang going to be able to change it. The General kicked his ass in a match last week, so he- OW!”

“That’s quite enough, Havoc. Take your notes and go pick up something for the office, on my tab.” Mustang waved Havoc on.

“Alright,” Havoc pulled out a smoke as he walked past Ed. He gave Ed a solid nudge, “I know everyone’s go-to orders but yours, want anything special Ed? The Boss is paying.”

“I don’t care, whatever is fine.” Ed folded his automail hand under his chin as he stared down at his papers. He sighed through his nose and shut his eyes, eyebrows scrunching together. Havoc slapped his palm on the top of Ed’s head and gave him a gentle shove.

“Alright, geeze don’t work too hard, you’re putting me to shame.” Havoc gave a half-assed salute and left, “See ya .”

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“Memorized it yet?” Ed groused, chin on the table inches away from his unopened take-out.

“Have you?” Mustang snarked, “Or are you still hoping I’ll let you slack off?”

“Oh yeah, committed it to memory,” Ed sneered. “Stupid ass idea, they’ll be expecting us. It’s a straight retaliatory action- its insulting. Jump, boy, jump.”

“You’re getting it,” Mustang shook his head at Ed, who dropped his forehead to the table and snarked under his breath into the wood.

“Can I go now? This is stupid, we’re just going there to hand their asses to them and get rocks thrown at us, again.”

“Finish the briefing, and finish your dinner. Honestly- boy genius, smart enough to transmute without a circle. And you still need to be told to eat your vegetables.” Mustang nudged Ed’s food towards him. “Its boring, but its procedure. Trust me, it’s a lot less fun with every other Colonel out there.”

“I don’t want it, I just want to go.” Ed whined, but pushed himself off the table anyway. He opened the container and poked at his food. “Can we just put it off a couple days? I really don’t…“

“Don’t what, Fullmetal?” Mustang sighed. The rest of the office had broken into their mission groupings and were going over the details, and he and Ed were to be the main attacking force come the next day. Ed fidgeted under the silence; he pushed his bangs off his face and let his eyes dart around. After a few false starts, Ed finally answered.

“I really don’t feel right,” he finally mumbled leaning across the desk as much as he could. He kept his eyes down. “Not- not about it being a stupid military tantrum response, just- just in general.”

“Right,” Mustang kept his stare level with Ed’s despite the young man’s desperate attempt to hide between his own shoulders. His voice was flat as he continued, “Tomorrow. Eleven A.M.- go get yourself sorted for it. Break up all those ‘things’ you an Alphonse need to do, I’m sure he can deal with some chores and Miss Rockbell for the few days we’ll be gone.”

“Huh?”

“Go on,” Mustang was leafing through his papers with little interest. He flicked his eyes up and lifted Ed’s takeout to hold it out to him. “I’m not dealing with your tantrum while I have to plan.”

“F-fine,” Ed glared as he snatched the box from Mustang and stomped away.

“Eleven A.M. sharp; you show up late, I’m putting you in charge of garbage disposal for the entire floor.” Mustang didn’t even blink as Ed slammed the door behind him.

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 “Eleven-twenty-three, Fullmetal,” Ed slammed the car door after he sat down. “What did I say last night?”

“Shut up and just drive, okay?” Ed stomped his foot and gestured out the front windscreen, “Go! Drive! If its such a big hurry, go.”

“You’re really testing me,” Mustang threw the car into gear. The tires squealed as they lurched forward and sped off.

“Yeah, yeah,” Ed slunk down in his seat and planted his feet on the passenger-side dash. He crossed his arms and plonked his forehead against the window to watch the city speed by.

“Punctuality is a core value in the military. How many times do I need to spell it out,” Mustang slapped the steering wheel with each sentence, “Are you trying to embarrass me? Make out our team as a joke? You went to the briefing, and were nearly half an hour late to the mission start.”

Ed snarked quietly, mocking Mustang’s rant while the Colonel dragged his hand down his face.

“I am not a babysitter. Do you hear me? I am not dealing with you being a brat. Curb your attitude before we get there.” From the edge of his vision Roy saw Ed roll his eyes and scooch further down into his seat.

“Sorry, geeze.” Ed mumbled, his words barely louder than the engine’s noise.

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 “…Damn brat. He shows up late and throws a fit.” Ed stretched as the conversation nearby flitted into his awareness. “The delay wasn’t too bad. We’re just a few blocks away now, at a payphone. You’re set?... And Havoc’s group? Good.”

Ed stretched his neck to let him look out the window. The sun hung low in the sky; a mess of oranges and purples bleeding between the buildings. Mustang stood a few feet away with the phone cradled between his shoulder and ear.

“Hey,” Mustang half turned at Ed’s voice. “Hey, are we there now? ‘wanna get out n stretch.”

“A few more blocks,” Mustang turned back to the phone, “Yeah that’s him now. See you tomorrow.”

Roy made his way back into the car. Ed groaned, all his muscles were locked up from sleeping in the car and his ports ached fiercely from inactivity. He gave a longing look to the sidewalk as the car rumbled to life, but couldn’t find it in him to ask to get out now.

‘Just a few more blocks, right?’ Ed shut his eyes as the car drove. The lingering haze of sleep and zooming scenery made his head spin. He hoped tomorrow morning would be smoother than the mess this morning, and nap, had been. The world was still askew when Mustang parked the car, but the freedom to stretch and walk off some of the aching held more power than the dizziness.

“You aren’t even listening, are you?” Ed startled and whirled around. “I’ll take that as a no. I’ll go over it, again, once we’re checked in.”

The check-in process was easy enough. Ed stared at a spot on the floor, zoned out until Mustang gave him a light push forward towards their room. The far corner of the first-floor hallway, a square little room with small windows high up on the cream walls.

Ed chucked his bag on top of one of the hand-stitched quilt covered twin beds in the room. Mustang dropped his to the top of the dresser and turned to Ed. He found Ed laying with his head hanging upside-down off the bed staring at him and picking idly at his bag beside him.

“Theres been some construction that is going to complicate the mission. Why it wasn’t in our intel is beyond me. It may drag it out a day or two more,” Ed huffed and rolled onto his stomach and pillowed his head on his arms. “We’re going to meet earlier tomorrow to try and plan around it. I’m- really at a loss. The one main road is out due to flooding from that last attack, and now the other is under construction. For now, we need to figure out what to do about that.”

“Mmmh.”

“Focus, Fullmetal.” Ed lifted his eyes to glare at Roy. Mustang leaned back with his arms crossed loosely. “I’m banking on more than just your ability to fight here.”

“I can’t-” Ed dropped his head to the bed again and stared at Mustang sidelong.

“Can’t?” Roy stood up from his lazy lean against the dresser. His brows furrowed and he sighed, “The longer you ‘can’t’ the longer the mission will be. I’m trying to work it out-I don’t want to waste the time or resources either.”

“No, not like that. Everything just-” Ed squinted and waved his flesh hand in a strange little wiggle. He let his hand fall and silence stole the room for a short moment.

“I don’t feel right.” Ed finally said in a small voice. “I can’t… I can’t see straight, let alone think.”

Mustang dropped his shoulders and stepped towards where Ed was laying. He dropped to a crouch beside the blond. Looking closer, Ed’s eyes were glassy and dark despite all the sleep on the drive over. He looked almost greasy with a thin layer of sweat- not entirely unwarranted in the summer heat- across his tense brow. Mustang reached forward to help pull Edward up to a sitting position. Ed groaned but pushed himself up with little prodding.

“What now? I am listening, I’m laying down but I’m listening.” Roy bit the tip of the finger on his left glove and slipped it off while steadying Ed with his right. Ed complained to himself until he noticed Mustang’s hand in his peripheral and flinched away. “What are you doing?”

“Sit still for a second,” He pressed his palm to Ed’s forehead only to have it pushed away immediately with the mismatched pair of Ed’s hands. “Fullmetal, so help me- if you’ve got a fever I need to know how bad it is.”

“I-I-!” Ed stammered and backed up. Ed pressed the back of his fingers to his own cheek. “One second. I’m just- I’m tired. I don’t know, do I have a fever?”

“Yeah,” Roy pressed his palm to Ed’s forehead again. Ed let his hand drop to hold on to the edge of the bed and leaned forward. Mustang shifted to crouch on his one knee on the floor and moved his hand to the Ed’s cheek, and finally to the back of his neck. Ed’s face and neck were damp with sweat and the head was constant Roy frowned, “Damn. And here I thought you were just being a brat to annoy me. Wait here.”

Mustang stood up and Ed slouched further. Ed shrugged his shoulders as a chill washed over him and pulled his legs back onto the bed. Mustang shut the door behind him as he left and Ed laid down on his side.

Ed curled into himself; using his bag as a pillow he shuddered through another chill with his eyes scrunched closed. He let them drift open slowly and took in the swirling mess of the surroundings. When his vision stopped twisting, the room and modest decoration focused. He let out a groan of frustration. Everything ached and his head felt so slow and useless.

“Back. Here,” Roy opened the door to Ed curled up tight on the bed in the smallest ball he seemed to be able to manage. He stood there; casual shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows with extra towels draped over one arm and a glass of water in hand. Ed rolled to glare at the Colonel before pushing himself up again.

“I really thought you’d get yourself ready for bed, or at least move your things while I was out.” Mustang watched Ed’s back rise and fall for a few moments before he put down his armload of items. He shook his head, lifted the phone off the small writing desk in the room, and dialed out to the number Riza had provided on their last call.

Ed tuned him out. He shut his eyes and focused on his misery. His ports continued to protest the lack of movement, and he felt the blanket beneath him trap the heat from his body. The room was stagnant and warm and uncomfortable. Mustang’s stupid voice whispered in the background and the electric lights buzzed a low, irritating hum.

“…have to reschedule, its unavoidable…”

Ed shuddered though another chill. He groaned out loud; his fever must have gotten worse since that morning.

“…got to be at least 102. No, he wouldn’t…”

He groped behind him for the edge of the stitched-square quilt and pulled it over himself. He tugged it up over his head and put his hand over his ear to block Mustang out. His body pulsed in time with his heart, and as uncomfortable as it was it couldn’t keep him from falling asleep.

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 “I’ll be owing him favors for years, I know. I really don’t know what else to do. I’ll have to reschedule, it’s unavoidable.” Mustang heard Ed move around and grumble to himself.

“Is it really that bad, sir? Everything seemed fine this morning.” Riza’s voice crackled over the phone line.

“He’s got a fever, its got to be at least 102.”

“You’ve checked?”

“No, he wouldn’t have let me even if I could. He’s burning, its got to be around there.” He watched Ed’s hand slide across the thin quilt. The boy got a hold of one of the seams on the blanket and tugged it over himself. Roy pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed at his forehead. “I’ve got to go. Let the others know.”

“Goodnight, sir.” Mustang hung up the phone and turned to watch the lump that was Ed. He turned back to the desk and dialed out to a secure line to Grummun’s office.

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 Roy finally stretched up from the desk; a number of promises he’d rather not make, a rehashing a few of Edward’s points from the day before on stalling the mission, and a conversation far too long at this hour of the night with the eccentric General bought some time.

Mustang walked over to where Ed snored beneath the blanket and pulled it down to the boy’s shoulder. Ed’s hair was a frizzed mess and his face was now flushed red. Roy pressed the back of his hand to Ed’s cheek again only to shake his head at the heat. He grabbed a towel from the pile of what he had brought back and stepped into the bathroom to wet it.

Mustang flicked the lights off when he came back into the main room. He took a seat on the free bed and leaned over to smooth the wet towel across Ed’s burning forehead.

“What am I going to do with you,” he leaned his head in the palm of his hand. “Should be half delirious from fever and still giving better ideas than half the military…”

Ed shuddered under the blanket and rolled to his back. The movement knocked the blanket askew and left Ed half covered with his stomach bared to the warmth of the night. Roy tugged on the hem of the boy’s shirt with a quiet laugh to himself before tuning in for the night as well.

[dapper-nahrwhale]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

lets goooo chapter 4 of fh future done finally yay. art of some scenes from the last chapter wahoo

[dapper-nahrwhale]

sorry you said you have riz and aelwyn friendship and that is such an idea that! I love now? where whenplsmor

Aslsajahi thx for the ask abt this! I have some of it written here and I'm working on making it all more cohesive to put on ao3

"The road to recovery is paved in sleepless nights and tired mornings" it's a bit long of a title but I think it fits

The basic premise of it is that basrar has been framed for murder, and no one is looking into it, so of course riz starts to, aelwyn wants to start doing more good things as a way to kind of make up for all the bad things shes done, so she helps out.

Everyone thinks letting the two of them hang out together will end in each others murder. They dont expect it to end in someone else's murder, caused by neither of them. Instead a very different case. The murder of someone in basrars shop, with the main suspect being basrar. Riz is immediately suspicious of it and investigates, finding there's just no way he could have done it, even though it seems like he did. He finds basrar was framed for it. So he dives headfirst into this new mystery, something new and exciting to distract himself from the uncertainty of everything else. Of the terrifying looming college on the horizon, of the hard possibility of friends leaving, of all the things he knows and all things he doesnt and all the things he refuses to think too much about. So. He throws himself into this new case.

Aelwyn still doesn't feel like shes done any good to justify being here. But shes been trying. Adaine tells her it's enough that shes been trying to be a better sister. It doesnt feel like it's enough, for all the damages shes done to everyone. So shes trying to do better, to be better. It's hard though, when everything in her is yelling she's not enough that she'll never be enough.

The bad kids think they'd be avoidant and suspicious of each other, but once they get past that they end up pull all nighters and get lost in doing work. It's not that they hate each other, it's just they'd rather be around anyone other than each other.

Riz doesnt like or trust Aelwyn. Aelwyn really couldn't care less about his opinion, but it's easier to try and get along with each other to make this long suffering case go by quicker.

It would be interesting to see how they'd get along, if they were somewhat forced to get along for the greater good. They have alot in common.

They've both killed more people then they should have. They both refuse to talk about much with jawbone, even though at this point they really should. They both don't sleep as much as they should. A nasty combination of nightmares and insomnia and overthinking. So they dont talk about that. Instead they avoid all of their problems by solving cases and researching stuff. They both value knowledge more than anything. Adaine isnt here because she'd only discourage them and they know it's not healthy to burn out like this but. It's the only way they can function. So. They don't talk about their feelings or anything. They both don't sleep at all if they can help it. They just work themselves to the bone, refuse to sleep because of really bad nightmares and hope it's enough. It isnt. But they'd like to think it was.

(I've started writing most of it before boys night so the reformed villain squad isnt in there much, but I definitely am going to work it in later because what a great concept. And I have some of of written but it's so much to some up with abmystery for them to solve why but I'm having fun doing it to theres that!)

[dapper-nahrwhale]

for the writing ask, number 3!

Asiksj thanks so much for the ask!! (Under the cut is some fantasy high riz and aelwyn friendship I've been writing)

"One scene you want to write but cant because its difficult"

I guess it's hard for me to write like cohesive scenes like I'm used to writing slightly connected oneshots like 5 + 1 type stuff, shortish scenes that arnt connected much. But writing like stuff with connected plots is difficult, coming up with ideas for plot is easy actually writing it all together is hard.

Like theres like this fantasy high mafia road trip thing au (the title would be Pretty like a Car Crash from some song I think) I'd want to write but... trying to put together a whole plot ugh I enjoy writing lil oneshots and scenes but trying to get it all figured put is hmm not my strong suit.

Like writing out whole scenes that are connected with actual plot is hard so I just write unconnected scenes and all I'd like to figure out how to do like whole stuff but idk.

Actually some writing (fantasy high riz and aelwyn friendship I've been cooking up) under the cut cuz it got pretty long

I'm not going to write out a whole entire plot multiple chapter thing here so I'll just write some stuff that I've been working on. Even though this is a multi chartered plot thing so.

The road to recovery is paved in sleepless nights and tired mornings. (Title)

The bad kids are rightfully wary about letting them hang out together. Partly because they're both paranoid enough to think the other would take an attack of opportunity on them. Of course what the bad kids didn't expect was for them to band together when someone else gets murdered. Basrar gets framed for murder. Riz and aelwyn are on the case.

Riz doesnt like or trust Aelwyn. Aelwyn doesnt care about his opinion, but it's easier to try and get along with each other to make this long suffering case go by quicker.

Aelwyn decided to stop doing super toxic things because her sister and jawbone have gotten her to and because she doesn't like or enjoy going to parties getting rekt and kissing strangers anymore. So she needs new, slightly less toxic habits and if staying up late researching stuff while not sleeping is that then the only one to also do that would work. Putting her high intelligence to good use. (Sleeping is hard for both of them, so why not be productive instead of going to have a bad time sleeping.)

They've both killed more people then they should have. They both refuse to talk about too much with jawbone, even though at this point they really should. Instead they avoid all of their problems by solving cases and researching stuff. They both value knowledge. Adaine isn't here because she'd only discourage them and they know it's not healthy to burn out like this but. Well. It's the only way they know how to function. So. They don't talk about their feelings or anything. They both don't sleep at all if they can help it. They just work themselves to the bone, refuse to sleep because of really bad nightmares and hope it's enough. It isnt. But they'd really like to think it was.

Combined, they would sleep about 6 hours, riz passed out for 4 and aelwyn trancing fitfully for 2.

(Aelwyn will trance for just a few hours, sitting in a creaky old chair while riz works on something or other. They make it a rule to always have one of them awake if the other is sleeping when they end up working late. Paranoia and all that. So whenever riz inevitably passes out in his desk aelwyn will keep watch and go over spells in her book to keep herself awake. It's a shot system but it works for the most part. Sometimes they'll both stay up the entire night, sometimes theyll both be too exhausted to stay up anymore and fall asleep at the same time.)

To solve the case they hole up in rizs office for a few days, everyone panics at first when neither go to school and then riz and aelwyn dont answer their crystals cuz it wasnt charged and they were so focused on the case they forgot to do school. They freak out considering what happend last time and actually bust down the door of his office and find them both sleeping. It's cute but they wake up and start fighting them before they realize oh it's just the bad kids.

(Undetermined time later)

"Just had to get away from adaine for a bit. She worries about me too much."

"Are you giving her reason to be worried?"

"Probably"

"I dont know how sam and adaine and everyone else can forgive me. I'm a terrible person." Alewyn

"Were. You were a terrible person. You arnt anymore. Even if you think you still are, you arnt anymore. The horrors you have done are not who you are. Or something like that. The you who did all the terrible things is still you and that sucks but you just have to do better now" Riz

"It doesnt make up for all the stuff I've done."

"Probably not. It might never."

"Ostentasia still hasn't talked to me or even been in the same room as me. and I cant blame her. I cant forgive myself."

"Yeah. I mean you did put her in a palimpsest prison for several months. And then almost get her and the other maidens sacrificed to our evil vice principle dragon. That's pretty messed up "

"Yeah."

She feels she doesnt deserve her new family. She hasn't done anything to deserve their free love. She in fact has done more to hinder it than anything.

Adaine reminds her of love without expectations. It's hard to remember but shes getting better at it.

Jawbone tells her he wanted to adopt her. She didnt understand why. Shes almost old enough to be on her own she doesnt need anyone to look out for her. But it would be nice to have a parent who cares. At least that's what adaine tells her.

Everyone else is getting better and they both feel like they're not.

This is by no means all of it or in any way done or edited and I'm still working on riz parts of it, those are much more difficult than aelwyns for me to write as of now because they're so based on my own personal stuff kinda but I'm so wicked excited to be writing this! I just think they're friendship would be so intersting and all!