#fma fanfic

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hello!!! i love your stuff, i wanna chew on your stories /pos

may i request some smut for edward elric? specifically afab but enby reader, maybe reader receiving oral? god my spellcheck is also going mad crazy so if something is spelled weird i’m tremendously sorry lmaooo

So Long as He has You (Edward Elric x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚!! 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 (𝗳𝗲𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴)

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Ed takes care of you. Like, real good care of you. 

He did when the two of you were kids. He’d look out for you. Protect you. Play with you. Be the bestest friend you’d ever have in the whole world. And of course, while he was away from home, it was much harder for him to do. Sure, the letters he wrote and sent back to you were always nice to receive. And the fact that he saved all of Amestris from certain doom was a pretty caring move, too. But it wasn’t like old times. The times you used to cherish. The times you used to love. But ever since he came back to Resembol after completing his goal of restoring his and his brother’s bodies, the two of you have been close. Closer than ever before, really.

In the few years since he’s been back, he’s developed a place in your home. One that he fits right in like the perfect charm. In fact, you’d argue that he fits so well that it’s like he never even skipped town and left without telling anyone- including you- that he was leaving and where he was going. But, he’s back now. And now? He helps you around the house. He runs the errands you and his parents ask him to (though sometimes, he drags you along right with him). He fixes things up. He assists with the cooking. He lifts you up when you’re feeling down. He makes you smile when you think you can’t. And he just…he just takes care of you. 

So this is what this is. This is what he’s doing. That’s what he called it. That’s what he called this.

“Shh…shh…I can’t help you if you don’t keep your legs spread and relax for me, alright?”

Taking care of you.

You whimper at his words, but you don’t squirm. You have to fight the urge to. You have to fight to be good. To do what he wants. To let him take care of you. But that’s really, really, really hard.

Especially since his tongue is really, really, really good at making you feel things you wouldn’t be able to feel if it were just you, curling up in your sheets and touching yourself in the middle of the night.

“Edward…” You whimper out, your bottom lip quivering as your fingers continue to thread themselves through his long, golden blonde hair and tug whenever his tongue brushes against the part of your clit that is just too sensitive for you not to react. Golden eyes flicker open, looking at you momentarily with an expression you can only label as “pleased” before they close once again so he can focus on the task at hand: helping you relax. Or rather, taking care of you.  “Ed, please~!”

Or even more specifically, eating you out.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you…” The boy lying on his stomach before you murmurs, lifting his head away from your pussy that’s soaked with both his spit and your arousal just long enough to placate you. “Just be quiet and relax for me. You can do that, right?”

You find yourself nodding your head as the tight feeling growing in your stomach temporarily stalls. But a second later, his fingers are tightening their grip on your thighs once more, reminding you that he needs them open wide for him and only him, as he dives right back in. He alternates between wrapping his lips around your clit, licking the expanse of your pussy, and pushing his tongue between your lower lips and fucking you with it. Almost as if he had more in mind than giving you a sweet little orgasm after the “hard day at work” you had. Almost as if he wanted you to remember that he can do more with his mouth than just use it to talk.

Much, much more.

It was only a few minutes ago when he snuck into your room in the middle of the night, smiling at your soft giggles as you pulled him into your bed. As he slipped under the covers and made himself comfortable with your grasp, he made a comment about how you’re both too old to still be living at your parents’ place and how he couldn’t take care of you the way he wanted to while the two of you were still here. You rolled your eyes when he said that, knowing he was just trying to get you to go house hunting with him again so he could buy something ridiculous for a ridiculous price with his even more ridiculous severance package he received for his work while he was still in the Military. 

But he didn’t bring up house hunting like you thought he would.

Instead, he just kissed your attitude away. And kissed away any thoughts you had that weren’t about him. And kissed you into letting your guard down. And kissed you into feeling a little breathless. And kissed you into feeling a little dumb and lost without him. And kissed you and kissed you and kissed you and-

And suddenly, you’re sitting up. Your sheets are a mess. You’re in a daze. And your back is against your headboard of your bed. And your pajama pants are in a pile on the floor right next to your underwear, which is also on the floor. But you can barely see them. You can barely even think about them.

Because Ed has already slotted himself in between your thighs so he could lick at your slit like it was just meant to be devoured by him.

“There we go- there we go, sweetheart,” His voice unbelievably gentle as he finds that spot that has you bucking your hips and pulling his hair tight enough for him to groan. You whimper as his tongue chases after you- chases after it while he fills you with the type of pleasure that somehow makes your body go limp and tight at the exact same time. “Just let me take care of you. Just let me take care of you, yeah?”

The only thing you can offer in response to his words is a moan that you have to muffle by covering your mouth. But even then, there’s no denying how good you feel. Just like there’s no denying how good he is at doing this. At eating your pussy. At making you feel so loved. At making you feel so good. So cherished and so spoiled.

So good at taking care of you.

Just like he always does. Just like he always will. So long as you have him.

“Oh? I know that pretty face. You’re getting ready to cum, aren’t you?”

And so long as he has you.

[baugust11]

people begging for updates under my fic makes me feel like a deadbeat dad who hasn’t paid child support in years.

[cryingtulips]

FMA Fics || Masterlist

🕰️ Natura Umbilicus by liketolaugh (@liketolaugh-writes)

People always assume that because Ed isn't religious, he doesn't believe in a higher power. He supposes it's a fair assumption, because that's how it goes with most alchemists; scientific minds don't usually like the wishy-washy nature of miracles and faith and unseen beings. They believe in atoms and molecules and the ever-elusive natural providence. But Ed does believe in a higher power; he's met it, and its name is equivalent exchange. Nothing wishy-washy about that.

🕰️ lightning's earthen cradle (love me like it burns) by mossopossum

Ed's automail becomes damaged, and the team realizes how painful this actually is for Ed. Plus parental Roy!

🕰️ melting ice cubes in your hands by mossopossum

Roy has a bad day, so when Edward is protesting attending a mission in the north, he assumes it to be petulance. An argument ensues, Roy says things he shouldn't, and subsequently he ends up scrambling to keep Edward from freezing to death by the Drachman border.

🕰️ the question “why?” and the word “please” by BeyondTheClouds777

Roy and Ed are taken hostage, and Roy will do whatever to keep Ed alive

🕰️ Hitting You or Kicking You by BeyondTheClouds777

Sickfic where Roy escorts Edward to Risembool for maintenance

🕰️ A Good Soldier Always Follows Orders by boredom

It's one thing to know and understand a good soldier always follows orders. It's another thing when Ed has figure out a way to not get burned by his commanding officer

🕰️ radix malorum est cupiditas by Anonymous

Alphonse turns to him with a nervous, small smile, and Ed, despite his wobbly mouth, pounds a fist against his puffed out chest, and shows his teeth. “Don’t worry,” he says. I’ll protect you, he keeps to himself. “There’s no way this’ll mess up! It’s pretty simple stuff, anyways.” Edward has a nightmare that he'll never wake up from.

🕰️ what the water gave me by Spineless

One rainy day after a mission, Ed's automail gets infected and gives him strife. Luckily, he is surrounded by many exasperated people who care deeply for him.

🕰️ Home is a Feeling by RejectsCanon (@rejectscanon)

Edward Elric and his feelings about the concept of 'home'.

🕰️ talks like a gentleman by astrolesbian

Relax,” the intruder says. “It’s just me.” Ed gets a better look, and sees a black ponytail and a sharp jaw, then looks away again, cheeks hot as he sits back down and starts hunting for another rock to throw. “Yeah,” he says. “Which you is that, exactly?” “Don’t be a dick,” he answers, and sits down next to him, cross-legged and casual, starting to sift around in the sand for his own stone. Ed makes an educated guess. “Ling?” he asks. It comes out quieter than he’d meant it, more hopeful. Ling smiles in that sun-bright way he has, and Ed’s heart stutters. Stupid, stupid.

[th0rnback]

You folks seemed to want a server for my silly fic (but feel free to natter about other fma stuff or fic/art recs)

So, door is open if you desire, pop a comment if you want an invite.

[mythboundcal]

The Weight of an Empty Coat Hook FMA: Brotherhood Fanfic by MythboundCal

There’s still a coat on the hook by the door.

Khaki. Pressed. Too stiff to be his. He’s never been that precise.

It hangs like a promise. Like a habit. Like something he forgot to take down and now doesn’t know how to touch.

Roy tells himself it’s for when she visits. But it’s never cold when she does.

The war is over. The new government is still finding its legs, and his title weighs heavier than his rank ever did. He’s got folders to sign, meetings to attend, medals to return.

But the chair to his right? It stays empty.

She said she needed time. Not away from him, necessarily—just away from this. The work. The policy. The tightrope that starts to look more like a noose the longer you walk it.

He understood. Of course he did.

He just didn’t expect time to move so slowly when she wasn’t filling the room with her silence.

The coat shifts in the corner of his eye when he walks past. He never looks at it directly. Not really. But he knows it’s there.

The way he used to know her breath patterns during stakeouts. The way he still pauses when pouring two cups of coffee, even though the second one always goes cold.

Some days, he thinks about boxing it up. Sending it to wherever she is. Some days, he thinks about what he’d write in the note. Most days, he doesn’t write anything.

Because if he does, that means she might not come back.

And he’s not ready to believe that yet.

So the coat stays. Waiting.

Not a uniform. Not a weapon.

Just fabric. Just memory.

And maybe, just maybe—

A place to return to.

[buttercupsss2]

Where the FUCK are all the Greed fanfics. So many of them are not greed centric. And if they are chances are im not interested in them. Help. I better get to writing i guess. Sighs.

I stumbled upon an amazing Greed fanfiction that almost didnt even exist as it does now (COUGH THE SUMMER LING DIED COUGHS LOUDLY) and that was IT

Come on guys

[royaigarbage]

And so it Begins

Summary: Roy Mustang is a lonely apprentice, and Riza Hawkeye could use a friend.

or

A young Royai character study spanning the length of Roy's apprenticeship with Berthold Hawkeye

Rating: T

Snippet: The air in the outskirts of East City was warmer than the air in Central. It carried a fleeting calmness that contrasted starkly with the industrial hustle and bustle of Roy Mustang’s hometown. And as he stepped off the train, hauling in tow a suitcase that was half his body weight, he couldn’t tell yet if that fact was comforting. The train station was eerily quiet, and only one other person had gotten off on his stop. He knew his destination was rural, but he hadn’t expected such an extreme. Nevertheless, he wasn’t here to lament the loss of his city life. He was here to become an alchemist.

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Happy early FMA day! Young Royai fic in the big '25. I've wanted to write a young Royai multi-chapter fic for years (let's just ignore the one chapter I wrote of one in 2018), so I'm glad I get to finally put this out. I I've been working on this for a while now, and I'm ahead on chapters, so expect frequent updates.

Thanks for reading!

[pelicanpig]

WIP Wednesday!

I've been working on a FMA fic for my little post-canon series! It's been a lot of fun thinking through this idea, and I'm pretty excited for it! It features Edwin, Edwin's first baby, and Edward facing down a piece of his past to make way for something new. Have a little snippet!

Mustang is silent for so long that Ed starts to think the call dropped. “Hello?” “I’m still here, Fullmetal.” A deep inhale, a hissed exhale. “I can’t change what’s happened. I can’t make them forgive me, and most days I don’t even think I can forgive myself. But it does no one any good to sit and wallow in our misery, so I put on my boots and I get to work. Does that answer your question?” It doesn’t. Not really. It is a start though, and that’s more than Ed had a few hours ago. “I can work with it,” he says into the receiver. “Get some rest, Edward,” Mustang says, his voice chastising. “Stop thinking too hard.” “Yeah, whatever,” Ed snarks back before clicking the receiver into its cradle.

If you want to read the other two fics already in this series, check them out here!