#fs.asks

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screaming and crying shannon bc the weapons prompts are sooo good but how about this one!! - "I didn't make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there."

Oh my goodness, I'm sorry this took like ten years Rosie, but here it is!

My own take on Beast!Chuuya having a moment post canon while imprisoned.

786 words; CW: Beast spoilers, mention of successful suicide and graphic aftermath

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The Special Division for Unusual Powers’ prison was in shoddier shape than the Mafia dungeons. The whole room was constructed with cracked concrete and several pipes exposed along the ceiling leaked, including one right above Chuuya's head. It was cold, where the liquid seeped across Chuuya’s scalp and down his face.

Chuuya couldn't figure if it was due to poor budgeting or a sanctioned form of torture. Probably a bit of both. 

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Everything hurt. Chuuya’s wrists chafed from the metal ability blocking cuffs holding up his arms and his shoulders throbbed from the strain of his weight on them. His breath rattled out of his chest scraping at tender flesh along its whole path. Both from how he was hanging by his spread arms, where all the pressure kept his chest from expanding, and all the damage such an extended, lingering corruption ravaged his insides. 

Chuuya tried to brace his toes on the concrete floor to support his own weight, only for his knees to scream in protest and immediately give out. His shoulders sent sharp warning signals up Chuuya’s neck in turn.

Slow, measured claps resounded in the corner of the cell accompanied by a mocking voice, “I didn’t think Chuuya could stoop so low.”

“Shut up.”

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“Hmm. No thank you~”

Chuuya raised his head and glared. There he stood. Dazai was remarkably pale in the piss-poor LED’s and the dark circles under his eyes were so deep, it looked like his eyes had sunken almost fully into his skull. 

“Shut. Up. Dazai, you’re dead.”

Dazai slinked toward Chuuya, one over-exaggerated, swinging step at a time while he spoke, “Am I? Last I heard, dead people can’t talk.” 

As Dazai tilted his head, Chuuya spotted a trickle of blood running down Dazai’s neck from the back of his skull. 

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“I felt your shattered spine when I had to peel you off the pavement. I felt where your skull cracked open in several places like a demented fucking melon, dripping brain matter. Hell, I never got the chance to wash your blood off my hands.” Chuuya opened his palms wide to show the sticky flaking evidence, rattling the chains at his cuffs as he shook them.

“Because you went on a rampage with corruption, maybe hoping to die yourself?” Chuuya dropped his head to avoid looking. Dazai merely laid on the floor at his feet to gaze up at him, hands folded across his chest and a vicious grin splitting his lips. “Is that the reason for this self-exile? I know you know those cuffs can be overloaded, just like I know you wouldn’t have been so easily captured.”

Chuuya closed his eyes, but Dazai was relentless. He started humming the tune of some gameshow theme song they used to watch in the crappy motels during missions. All so Chuuya had no means to ignore him.

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Chuuya’s vocal folds are dry, scratching against each other in protest. “I never asked to be like this, but it’s exactly wanted isn’t it. To create a weapon capable of mass destruction.”

Dazai tutted at him. Even in the hiding place behind his eyelids, Chuuya could see Dazai’s look of condescension masked as concern. His voice was dripping in saccharine delight, “I didn’t make you a monster. I just brought out what was already there.”

Chuuya finally opened his eyes to spit passed Dazai’s head. He wasn’t in the mood to desecrate a corpse—spector? Whatever he was—even if it was Dazai. “Like the distinction even matters.”

The outcome was still the same. Dazai was gone and Chuuya tore down a chunk of Yokohama in return. Because he never could control himself.

Dazai’s humming stuttered and stopped before he asked, “you wonder why I decided to succeed this time?”

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Chuuya scoffed, ignoring the way he felt his attention pull, “you’ve wanted to die since before I met you.”

“Sure, but I always help back before. So why now?”

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Chuuya managed to balance on the balls of his feet, raising himself to appear larger, “Shut up.”

“And you know I was hiding something… something about that magic book. Maybe–”

Chuuya raised his voice despite how much it hurt. “I said, shut up!”  

Dazai’s voice was far too close, speaking straight into Chuuya’s ear, “Maybe finding it could help bring me back, could help us find each other again?”

DRI-DRIP DRI-DRIP DRI-DRIP DRI-DRIP DRI-DRIPDRI-DRIPDRI-DRIPDRI-DRIPDRI-DRIP As the sounds of chains breaking, you could hear a distant cackle followed by, “Now that’s my chibi.”

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drabble challenge! i have the word glove(s) for you 🧤

Thank you for the ask!! I was inspired to do a little bit of my take on post Corruption aftercare :)) 150 words

When Chuuya finally gains consciousness again, he is already in bed, bandaged and supposedly on the mend. But everything is overwhelming. He's raw, on fire like someone found a way to needle at each nerve head. He's exposed.

Chuuya scrambles from the bed but his muscles fail him, sending him crashing to the floor. There's not enough air in the room. The fire is concentrating in his hands. Fear stabs in his spine. He clenches and unclenches them trying desperately to stop them from doing anything more outside his control, from indiscriminate destruction.

And then the fire retreats, as even, familiar pressure shrouds his hands again. Someone put his gloves on for him.

Honeyed amber eyes meet Chuuya’s as his vision refocuses. “You stayed?”

“Corruption lasted longer than I would have liked, so I had to be a good owner and make sure my doggy didn't lick his wounds alone.”

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For the Drabble game: Hip

Eeee thank you for the promt!! everyone at the forge got me thinking of married royed so here we are. 110 words :))

Roy's heart fills at the half-hearted screech of protest Ed lets out when Roy picks him up. The blush dusting Ed's cheeks is far too telling “Let me down old man. You'll trip and bust a hip!”

Roy gasps, scandalized, “I'm not that old, darling!” He bounces Ed, firmly cradled in a bridle carry, for emphasis. “Someone overexerted himself at the part and has a sore leg-port. So let me indulge in carrying my husband through our threshold.”

Ed blush deepens even further, Roy's words rendering him into grumbling silence. Husband was a new delightful term for them and Roy looks forward to exploiting it every chance he could get.

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hhhhhh DRABBLE CHALLENGE

uhhhh “blankets”

GOGOGO

Weee from the bonus scene in Breathless Prayers Beneath Wretch palms, 159 words.

“Aht AHT, this is a doggie free zone right now, so sit,” Dazai said, shoving Chuuya into the desk chair. As he walked toward the bed where his nest was, he turned back around to point an accusing figure, “and if you make a single joke about preheat hormones, I'll get to find out what it looks like for a tiny alpha to walk around with his knot cut off.”

“Mmm you like it too much to do that.” Dazai’s glare was far too cute, “but I won't. Of course I won't.”

No he was far too excited to finally share Dazai's heat to tease. Chuuya brought a knee up to his chest and watched as the omega fussed around with their nest.

“Be useful and scent these.” Blankets were beamed at Chuuya's head and he knew he was right where he wanted to be.

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for the word drabble challenge, how abouttttt despair 👀

109 words (a little something from the Old West au :)) )

The dust had finally settled, their enemies defeated, but despair gripped Chuuya’s soul as he felt his chest seize.

No not here. Not where he can see.

But nothing could stop it, the hacking cough forced Chuuya to his knees. Dazai rushed to him, a concerned look breaking his mask.

“Chuuya, what's wrong?”

“No, get back. I'm fine.” Chuuya shrank in on himself and tried desperately to conceal the fresh blood on his palm.

“You aren't though are you?”

Chuuya couldn't help but flash his teeth at him, “I said, I'm fine.” He had to do his damnedest to suppress another cough.

Dazai took a measured breath, “It’s consumption.”

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"attention" for the one word drabbles, please! ♡

Eee this one's so close at 104 words

"I'm thinking about growing out the mustache again,” Roy says, staring Ed down as the other man reads.

“Mhm?”

“And bleaching it. I think that would be a nice touch.”

“Sounds nice.”

Roy pouts. Ed's ability to focus on things he loves is astounding. Right now, as Ed's lit in a romantic light of the fire, cozily reading while tucked under their blankets on the sofa Roy so desperately wants that attention directed at him.

So he does something about it, yanking Ed by the ankles so he was laying down and flopping onto his chest.

Ed laughs, looking down at Roy, “Needy sap.”

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"Wrangle"

(You said wrangle I say cowboy >:). Another potential old west au where cowboy!Ed does his darndest to romance ranch owner!Roy)

Like always, Ed's lasso lands true–this time around his handsome future employer Roy Mustang–and yanked the man towards himself.

Roy clears his throat. “This is not inspiring any more of my confidence in your abilities to wrangle cattle Mr. Elric.”

“Something tells me I don't need it. ‘Sides this brings me a different sort of…” Ed takes a moment to tilt his head and eye the other man, “satisfaction.”

Roy meets Ed's gaze, squinting at him surreptitiously. His dark eyes have that same effect obsidian does when you hold up to the sunlight–hinting at the faintest translucence.

“You're lucky I'm so short on men. Best make sure you and your brother show up before sunrise tomorrow.”

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Drabble ask game for royed — "warmth" ! :3

Eee thank you for the ask!! No story context for this one, I just would rlly like some mulled wine since its snowing out. (130 words)

“Curse Truth, Leto and any other god that people believe in, I hate the cold.” Ed grouched, huddling his arms around himself as Roy approached him, warm mugs of mulled wine in tow. 

Roy kissed him on the nose and handed him one of the mugs, “Thank you for coming to the Winter Solstice market with me, anyway.” Warmth spread quick across Ed's skin and seeped through the rest, taking advantage of the multiple points of entry. 

“Yeah well, I had to make sure you didn't buy anything stupid. Like anymore little reindeer figurines.”

After some negotiation (i.e. pouting and bribery), they did in fact come home with more reindeer figurines. But Ed got his revenge by purchasing a particularly burly looking garden gnome to stare down their neighbors.