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i don't have many followers, but in case any of you happen to keep up with my ao3, i have an announcement!
although @ficsforgaza is no longer active, i'm taking a leaf out of their book and will now gift fanfics as a thank-you for donations to gaza.
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i write for genshin impact, bungou stray dogs, and fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood. you can check out my existing fics here (including a few written for similar charity events). you'll notice there are certain characters, relationships, and themes that i'm very used to writing. whatever your idea is, though, i'm happy to chat about it and find a way to make it work (excluding smut and reader insert). don't have ideas? ask me about one of my wips!
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Could I have Edward Elric X reader, where the reader tries to make Ed feel better as he feels bad about his automail, and assuring him that AL doesn't hate him for what happened??
Of course, lovely! Sorry for how late this is. Ed is pretty mean to himself in this, so proceed with caution if that can be an issue for you.
Self-Conscious!Edward x Reader
Why wasn’t he good enough? Why did he ever think he could do what generations of top alchemists couldn’t? Why did he drag Al into it? How could he ever fix this? He was so pathetic.
Edward was trembling, his hand pressed against the bridge between his shoulder and automail. His silent sobs racking through his body as the self deprecating thoughts only heightened the pain from his automail.
But what right did he have to complain? He could still eat and drink. And, as nightmare filled as they were, he could still have dreams while he slept. He stole that from Al. Al probably hated him as much as he hated himself and the damn automail. He couldn’t blame Al if he did. Al was just too kind, too good, to say anything.
Edward was so absorbed in his spiraling thoughts and the pain in his shoulder that he didn’t hear you come in. Nor did he hear the concerned call of his name. Straining your ears, you could hear him muttering under his breath. The cruel self-deprecating words made your heart ache for the poor boy. He had already been through so much, why did his own mind have to fight him as well?
After a few moments of debating with yourself, you gently placed a hand against his, heart aching at the slight flinch and far off look in his eyes. Squeezing his hand lightly, you spoke, voice soft.
“Ed, can you look at me, love?”
Edward lifted his head, and golden eyes met yours, and your heart broke at the despair in them, how the ordinarily bright eyes were glazed over. It was at that moment that you knew, without a doubt, that you would do anything for the golden hearted boy. If he struggled to give himself the love he deserved, you would do it for him.
“I’m so proud of you, Ed.” You smiled softly at him, unable to hide how enamored with him you were. “You fight so hard for everyone else, it’s okay to take a break for yourself once in a while.”
He shook his head, turning it away as tears finally began to fall down his cheeks. “I can’t rest,” he rasped, “Not until Al can too.”
Frowning, you gently turned Edward’s head so he was looking at you. “Al will not blame you if you take time for yourself and to rest.”
“He should!” Edward sobbed, voice cracking. “He probably hates me…”
You swallowed roughly, heart jumping into your throat. Even after everything they’ve been through together, Edward was afraid that his brother, whom he sacrificed everything for, hated him.
“Edward,” He startled, surprised by the use of his full name. “Al does not hate you, I promise.” You needed him to know that. Alphonse, if he caught wind of this, would need him to know that. The only person who hated Edward… was Edward himself.
“How do you know that?” Edward’s voice shook slightly as he spoke, as if he was afraid of the answer.
You managed a weak smile, with the hopes of appearing reassuring. “Would you hate him if the roles were reversed?” Of course he wouldn’t, it was Edward after all. He could never hate Alphonse. He told you as such, visibly offended at the mere possibility.
“Then why would he hate you? Al loves you, Ed, I promise.” And he always would. The two brothers had shown, time and time again, just how far they would go for each other.
“Even if he doesn’t hate me, he’s probably sick of taking care of me and my stupid automail…” Edward’s silent tears began to pour again as he spoke. “I’m supposed to be the big brother, but I’m too broken to take care of myself, let alone Al…”
Raking your fingers through his hair, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “There’s nothing broken that we can’t fix. Time and love will see you through. I’ll be here and see you through the other side. And I know Al will be too, I promise.”
Letting out a soft sob, Edward hugged you, whispering ‘thank you’ over and over again under his breath. As you hugged back, rocking him slightly, you smiled.
“Of course, my love.”
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Edward Elric x reader headcanons where his s/o is upset with him for some reason (it could be an argument or he was reckless again, etc) and gives him the silent treatment? Thanks!
Sure thing! Though I don’t recommend silent treatment after a fight tbh. It’s better to actually talk once you calm down.
Upset!reader x Ed (Silent Treatment)
Ed doesn’t realize at first, having buried himself in research to calm down/distract himself from the fight
Once he does realize, he tries to give you space to calm down too
He’s very stubborn and unlikely to apologize until he realizes just how upset you actually are
Even so, it probably takes Al dragging you both into a room for him to apologize for scaring you, and promising to be less reckless
Without intervention, he would probably let you ignore him for a worryingly long period of time
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Could I have Edward Elric reacting to a reader who teases him about his height in front of AL and Colonel Mustang, but gives him nothing but compliments in private??
of course, lovely! I hope you enjoy!
Ed x teasing!reader
“He’s like my personal chihuahua.”
You were grinning as you spoke the words. A grin that grew into a smirk as Alphonse, Mustang, and the rest of the team -sans Riza, the only sane one there- burst out laughing. Watching your small boyfriend rage at everyone in the room was hilarious.
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PUNY LITTLE PIPSQUEAK?!”
“You, my darling half-pint”
A brilliant blush spread across Ed’s cheeks as he spluttered, clearly caught between anger and embarrassment. He was beautiful, the red of his cheeks mixing beautifully with his golden hair. The god-like sight was part of why you teased him so much.
“Embarrassed, my love? Don’t be. Great things come in small packages, cupcake.”
With one last groan, Edward went into the inner office to give his report, and undoubtedly be teased by Mustang. Despite the mental notes of his reactions and your coming up with ways to shower him with affection later, the smirk never left your face. You had no doubt that Edward would pout at you for teasing him once you left the office.
Even so, you had no doubts that Edward knew you loved him. It was said with every compliment whispered against his lips. It was said when you comforted him after night terrors. It was shown in how you did everything you could to ease the pain from his automail. Even if neither of you said it aloud very often, you knew. It was obvious from how you took care of each other.
But most simply, it was clear as day in the soft, genuine smile he gave you when you told him how brave and handsome you thought he was.
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Hi long time no see!
I was wondering if I could request Ed x fem!reader where the reader is sick and he’s gotta take care of her? Totally cool if you’re not comfy with this!
Hey there lovely! Long time no see! And of course you can! (Not very detailed so dw if you're squeamish)
Ed x sick fem!reader
When you woke up, your head was pounding. It was unlikely to be your period, so maybe you were dehydrated? Sitting up, you tried to get off the bed, only for a wave of nausea to wash over you, forcing you back down. The world spinning around you as you struggled to swallow the nausea down. It had been some time since you last felt like this.
A cool hand pressed against your forehead. Groaning, you opened your eyes, -when had you closed them again?- only to see Ed staring at you, a worried expression on his face. As he brushed your hair away from your face, you wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about, that you were fine, but the lull of sleep was too strong. And as you drifted back to sleep, a pair of lips brushed your forehead, and a gentle voice murmured against your skin.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
When you woke up again, it was to the delicious smells coming out of the kitchen. Moving to sit up, you found that it was easier than it was that morning. With the blinds drawn, and there being no clock in the room, it was impossible for you to tell the time. But from the sounds of voices in the kitchen, you figured it was almost dinner time.
“Ah! She’s awake! Ed get over here!”
You smiled at the relief that was clear as day in Al’s voice, and were content to accept the care he and your boyfriend offered you. Much like Ed, you weren’t used to being taken care of, but maybe, just this once, you’d let yourself enjoy it.
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Hi! Could you write a scenario of Edward elric and the (female) reader, where she consoles him for not getting a clue about the philosopher's stone? If you are confused it is because English is not my language, sorry :(💗
Certainly! (I’m sorry for how late this is)
Ed with f!reader comforting him
“DAMMIT!!”
You look up at the sound of Edward screaming, and the sound of a fist hitting the wall. Concerned, you stand up and walk to the corner of the room, where Ed had been doing research.
“Are you okay, Ed…?
Edward jumped, not having heard you come over. He tried to cover up his emotions, but his despair was written all over his face.
“Oh… y/n…. I’m alright. Just….frustrated. I thought I had finally found it, but…”
You sighed, understanding now why he was so upset. He had been searching for years to try and find the Philosopher’s Stone. It was the only chance he had of returning his brother to his rightful body. And it seemed that what he thought was a clue was yet another dead end. You thought for a bit before wrapping your arms around him in a hug.
“Ed…. I’m sure you’ll find it soon, but please, don’t push yourself too hard. If anyone can find the stone, it’s you. You know Al wouldn’t want you to make yourself sick looking for it. Why not take a break and eat something?”
Looking up at you, he nodded. A tired and small smile spreading across his face as his exhaustion showed.
“You’re right… besides, this way I get to spend time with my wonderful girlfriend too!”
A blush spread across your cheeks as you grinned at him. You believed wholeheartedly that he could do it. And if he needed a pick-me-up now and again? You were happy to provide.
Write anything of your choice, Edward Elric and a reader who likes short guys?
Have a poem, lovely!
Golden Boy (Ed with reader who likes short boys)
You loved many things about Edward Elric
His heart, far too large for his body
His spirit, akin to that of a chihuahua
His strength, proving that bigger doesn’t always mean stronger
His mind, the disastrous truths it holds
His shoulders, the way they carry his too large burden
His eyes, the embers the blaze inside them
His hands, holding yours despite the scars that litter his
His lithe frame, a grim reminder of how young you both were
Everything about him, you held dear
But most of all, out of everything about your golden boy
You loved how he fit into your arms
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