Roy Mustang thought of himself as a responsible, adult – one that cared deeply for the education of his students and was willing to sacrifice his time, effort, and pride to make sure they were interested and enthused about his subject.
That being said, he wasn’t expecting ‘Light Up the Diggy Diggy Dark’, an all-original, educational rap about the effects of flame on various elements, to be such a smash-hit.
He’s finally beginning to think he’s free of it when Ms. Hawkeye of Room 122 comes to ask for his projector. It’s that moment when Maes Hughes, Calculus teacher and royal pain in his ass, decides to call her cellphone.
“Snap snap.”
The room goes quiet…
“Spark spark.”
… then abruptly bursts into chaos.
“IT’S TIME TO LIGHT UP THE DIGGY DIGGY DARK.”
Avainsana: fanfics
Dusk
Summary: "About three things she was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him-and she didn’t know how potent that part might be-that thirsted for her blood. And third, he was a fucking weirdo.“ The much-anticipated Edwin Twilight AU fic for @edweenweek 2017. T for language.
Author Note:
Disclaimer: I read the first Twilight book way back in 7th grade and haven’t made any extra effort to read back through it so there might be some details that don’t exactly match up. Also no, this is not a serious fic; it’s crack. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this cursed AU, please review!
“Okay, so right now I need you to get the microscope so we can do this lab. Edward, can you do that while I grab everything else?” Winry asked her lab partner, skimming the instructions on how they were going to conduct their biology experiment. She was determined to get a good grade on it, even if her partner was a complete weirdo.
Edward, the strange boy assigned to doing labs with her, got up and walked over to the microscopes, going in his typical, broody manner. What was with that kid? All he did was stare weirdly at Winry during class and during lunch, and it creeped her out. All he liked to do was stare, but he never actually talked to her, opening his strangely colored eyes instead of his mouth.
Nonetheless, even if she was stuck with the weirdo, Winry was not about to fail biology, so she ignored Edward’s burning stare as she got the rest of their supplies, thinking about her grade. Yeah, Edward was creeping her out, but Winry wouldn’t get so psyched out over him. If he wanted to continue with all this bullshit, he could, just so long as Winry maintained her A.
When Edward finally sat back down with the microscope, Winry shoved his lab paper under his nose, “Prepare the first half of the slides while I get the second half,” She ordered him, “And do it well. I’m not taking a lower grade just because my partner is a slacker.”
Edwin + Regency era :)
Shay forgive me for whatever this is:
“Excuse me,” said Duke Edward Elric of Resembool Kingdom. He bowed, though it was quite the feat considering he was wearing layers upon layers of stiff clothing. Honestly, the entire thing was superfluous. “I’m here to court Princess Winry Rockbell.”
Queen Pinako tutted. Because tutting seems like a thing you’d do in a Regency type of AU.
“Sorry, you’re too short,” said Pinako. “The Princess doesn’t like men below five feet.”
“WHAT!?” Edward crowed. He stomped over but two armored knights (??) ushered him back. He stood on his toes to no avail as he was not tall enough to see over them. “LISTEN HERE, YOU MINIATURE HAG–”
Suddenly, Princess Winry spun into the room. Her 500-layer skirt unfurled like a rose. She stopped in front of the tiny duke.
“State your purpose,” she said.
“Winry, I’ve known you since we were kids. I literally walked Den like an hour ago.”
“Guaaaards!” she began, to which Ed blanched. Something about suits of armor unsettled him, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.
“WAIT!” he exclaimed. “I just want to ask you to marry me.”
Winry blushed.
Ed blushed.
They stared at each other, blushing.
“Oh,” said Winry.
They blushed some more.
After blushing for a solid minute or so, Ed cleared his throat. “So, uh….wanna, like, do this?”
Winry nodded. “Yes. Let’s get married effective immediately. As you know, we’re fifteen which means we’re ticking time bombs in this period. Before one of us contracts the plague, we must get married.”
“Is this a plague era?” Ed asked uncertainly.
Winry shrugged. “Beats me. Let’s go.”
prompt: A Reunion Kiss
fandom/ship: fma // edwinThis is my first ever FMA fic…i’m ok…i’m not nervous…hi
The tracks shreeked under the train as it rolled into Resembool Station. It had barely come to a halt when Edward was halfway on the platform, tripping over his left leg and only managing to keep his balance because his suitcase was large enough to prevent his fall.
His insides were about same as steady. To say he was nervous would have been a cruel understatement. Out of all the complex, fascinating and troubling thoughts occupying his mind, one currently outweighed the others and turned him into a scattered mess: his automail was a wreck.
Not even the final moments of his departure, now so long ago, or the many phonecalls (where he had wisely refrained from revealing too much about the state of his artifical leg), or the prospect of finally seeing Winry again face to face after all this time could console him about her impending wrath. And then, after that wrath, the Feelings issue lurked. Maybe he preferred the anger. At least that he was familiar with.
All the knowledge he had gained and accumulated and analyzed, all the things he was excited to share had–for now–fled him and left his mind blank.
Ed was quiet as he walked across the platform and towards the exit. There was no one to greet him. He hadn’t told Winry.
While she did know he was back in Amestris and on his way back home, he’d preferred to schedule his return on his own time. Besides, he was looking forward to the expression on her face. Happy tears, alright. They were the only tears he wanted to see from her ever again. The only tears he liked.
With every step he took, his automail made a Very Bad sound, and Ed ground his teeth. Not good. Not good at all. It was true that none of the mechanics he’d unavoidably had to consult during his journey had been able to even come close to Winry’s work, but the fact that he had gotten into a … tiny dispute just before getting on the train certainly had not helped matters along. At all.
From the feel of it, the entire thing could fall to bits and pieces any moment now.
But the Rockbell’s house was approaching on the horizon.
Despite his fears, pleasant anticipation gripped him.
He was home.
Can you do 99 with Edwin, please? :)
“This bath is too damn hot.”
“This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”
Winry’s pointed statement caused Ed’s ever-present scowl to worsen. At this point it was really his only defense against the fact that he and Winry Rockbell were both sitting naked at opposite ends of the bathtub, their limbs intertwined. She was giving him a self-satisfied smirk, and Ed was more convinced now than ever that this plan of hers was made up solely for the purpose of torturing him.
He wasn’t quite sure how she had convinced him to take a bath with her. Even after three months of marriage, taking the time to just be themselves (in all their glory) was still something the former alchemist struggled with. His cheeks were heated and he couldn’t tell if it was from the steam permeating the bathroom or the sight of the tops of Winry’s rather plump breasts.
His wife sat up a little and immediately Ed had the answer to his question. The latter, definitely the latter.
“We never get to just sit and relax. You’re always complaining about something,” Winry finally spoke, her smug expression not faltering in the slightest.
“And you’re always trying to provoke me,” Ed muttered under his breath.
“What was that?” Winry gritted out pointedly.
“Nothing,” he immediately responded with an air of nonchalance.
Winry couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. “At least try to enjoy yourself, Ed. I might even do a little something to make it up to you.” The blonde mechanic’s eyes immediately flickered from Ed’s face down to a particular part of the former alchemist’s anatomy that was currently obscured by bubbles.
The blood immediately drained from Ed’s face and he realized he’d gotten the answer to his other question. She was definitely doing this to torture him. Funnily enough, he found he was starting to mind it less and less.
9, Edwin
A quick lighting strike produced a deafening boom of thunder that awakened Winry from her sleep. Her bedroom at the Rockbell house was illuminated every few seconds by the flashes of white light while the rain steadily pounded against the window.
But it wasn’t the booming thunder or whirling winds outside that caused the young mechanic to suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of worry. Rather, the sight of a still, lean figure staring out at the storm caused Winry’s eyes to widen before she was immediately out of the bed.
She walked over to the figure with slow and unsure steps, before stopping a short distance away.
“Why are you awake right now?” she asked in a small voice, her hands weaving around her midsection to try and steady herself.
Ed heaved a long sigh at her question, but didn’t turn around to face her.
“Stormy nights are always hard,” was his simple answer and for the first time, Winry looked down and noticed him rubbing mindlessly at his leg.
A particularly gripping form of guilt overtook the young mechanic when she realized what he meant. Of course, how could she even forget? While he may have his flesh arm back, his automail leg still gave him trouble, especially when it rained really hard.
Not knowing what else to do, Winry took the last step toward him and wrapped her arms securely around his waist, burying her face into the fabric of his shirt, hugging him from behind. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, trying desperately to keep the tears at bay.
She felt as his muscles tensed at her gesture, before they relaxed and he placed a reassuring hand on her arm. “Don’t be sorry, you idiot,” he spoke affectionately. “You know it’s not your fault.”
“Still,” Winry responded, the tears prickling at the corner of her eyes. “I hate that you still have to live with this. I wish there was something I could do.”
At her words, Ed immediately twisted in her embrace and faced her head on. At his motion, she looked up in his eyes and nearly gasped at what she saw. A soft smile graced his handsome face before he spoke in a reassuring voice, “It’s a small price to pay, all things considered. After what I did, if this is all I have to live with in order to make you and Al and everyone else I care about happy…it’s nothing.”
The determination and self-assured note to his tone immediately erased all guilt or concern Winry had originally felt. She returned his soft smile, and leaned in to his embrace, as his arms wrapped tightly around her.
If he was prepared to deal with this pain for the rest of his life, she was ready to help him through it. After all, they had promised to in sickness and in health.
A Perfectly Ordinary Visit
I once again bring another FMA fic!! This one was really personal to me, and I put so much thought and effort into it. I hope you all enjoy, it really means a lot!!
Ships included: Royai and Edwin (Takes place after the Promised Day and Ed and Winry’s wedding)
It was safe to say that the years following the Promised Day were going surprisingly well. That is, until the brilliant idea to take a long awaited visit to the Elric-Rockbell’s house came into play. Roy wouldn’t have minded a bit of catching up, in fact, he was almost looking forward to seeing how everyone was holding up. No, the problem wasn’t the visit itself, it was what events would inevitably occur, especially after the occurrences in the office over time.
Roy and Riza, after much badgering by their team, were finally a public couple. It felt strange to be so open with their feelings, with everyone knowing the truth, but it just felt right. Roy knew they had been suspected from the beginning, and his offhanded comments regarding their relationship hadn’t helped. He could vividly remember the day Havoc approached him during a stressful work day, when he hadn’t thought once over his replies.
Sunshine
This is a present for @queenxolivier! Happy Birthday Jess!!! ❤
Words: 2656
Some rated T Edwin Fluff! Enjoy!
If someone had asked the Fullmetal Alchemist where he thought he’d be at age seventeen, he certainly wouldn’t have predicted a sunflower patch. More specifically, an entire field dedicated to growing the most unusual of flowers. The entire idea of peace had been so foreign to him back when he was in the military, like trying to reach a roof with no ladder. He’d made his own path, albeit messily, but it had landed him here; a stretch of land so extraordinary he thought he’d carry the floral scent with him forever.
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