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FMA Drabble: As They Should Be
Title: As They Should Be
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Al/Ed
Words: 275
Rating: T
Warnings: Elricest
Summary: Al comes to a realization and he will settle for nothing less than having things the way they should be.
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evilchuckles who is feeling under the weather. I hope you get well soon!!
He couldn’t say when it started but he knows it was long before he lived and breathed alchemy, back when life was good and their mother still woke them up with the smell of frying bacon and eggs. He remembers looking down at Ed’s face one summer day, as he watched the clouds roll by and thinking how his brother’s eyes were more impressive than the sun.
He remembers being entirely too focused on the way Ed’s muscles rippled under his skin when he moved for it to be normal curiosity.
The day that it all fell into place was many years later. After the fighting, after the armor, after that last trip through the gate. They were in a shoe shop, a short red-haired woman was assisting Ed, and he couldn't help but notice how her hands seemed to linger on Ed way longer than necessary to fit a shoe.
Anger flared through him and he wanted nothing more than to rip her unworthy hand off her tainted little freckled arm. Shocked at his own reaction he fled the store and waited for Ed outside. Al was silent on their walk home, haunted by visions of that red-haired demon and echoes of his own anger. Anger that was further fueled by their neighbor making moony eyes at Ed as they entered the building.
Later when Ed asked him why he was so tense and silent Al responded by kissing his sibling hard and saying the one thing burning in his mind all day, “You are mine.”
When Ed didn’t protest, all was right with the world.
…because things were finally as they should be.
Fandom: FMA
Pairing: Al/Ed
Words: 275
Rating: T
Warnings: Elricest
Summary: Al comes to a realization and he will settle for nothing less than having things the way they should be.
Written for
evilchuckles who is feeling under the weather. I hope you get well soon!!He couldn’t say when it started but he knows it was long before he lived and breathed alchemy, back when life was good and their mother still woke them up with the smell of frying bacon and eggs. He remembers looking down at Ed’s face one summer day, as he watched the clouds roll by and thinking how his brother’s eyes were more impressive than the sun.
He remembers being entirely too focused on the way Ed’s muscles rippled under his skin when he moved for it to be normal curiosity.
The day that it all fell into place was many years later. After the fighting, after the armor, after that last trip through the gate. They were in a shoe shop, a short red-haired woman was assisting Ed, and he couldn't help but notice how her hands seemed to linger on Ed way longer than necessary to fit a shoe.
Anger flared through him and he wanted nothing more than to rip her unworthy hand off her tainted little freckled arm. Shocked at his own reaction he fled the store and waited for Ed outside. Al was silent on their walk home, haunted by visions of that red-haired demon and echoes of his own anger. Anger that was further fueled by their neighbor making moony eyes at Ed as they entered the building.
Later when Ed asked him why he was so tense and silent Al responded by kissing his sibling hard and saying the one thing burning in his mind all day, “You are mine.”
When Ed didn’t protest, all was right with the world.
…because things were finally as they should be.
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