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Gentle Touch (Alphonse Elric x Reader)Gentle Touch (Alphonse Elric x Reader) by Numbuh1000
Your coffee cup sat abandoned and dirty on the night stand. Black dregs of grounds smeared the insides, leaving some trace of the caffeine you had guzzled down. Your bed looked odd for two in the morning, seeing as if was untouched and uninhabited.
Edward snored on in it's twin across the room, his metal arm glinting in the moonlight that streamed in the open window.
"I'm not tired." You yawned, feeling yourself lean towards the cold comfort of his metal. "Quit telling me to go to bed."
"You need some sleep." Al insisted with a faint smile in his voice. "I'll be fine by myself. I'm used to it."
You voiced a mumbled complaint as you shifted further. Al knew that if he had a human body, he would be blushing blood red. You were practically snuggled against his side. He couldn't feel the wonderful experience, though he liked to imagine that he could.
He paused, moving one large
Phoenix Among Dragons - Chapter 7Chapter 7: AwakeningPhoenix Among Dragons - Chapter 7 by MinervaAe
Seventeen Years Ago
Dahlia District, Ishval
Jihan peered around the trunk of a palm tree, studying the young man and woman who stood talking on the hill a little ways away. It was springtime, which meant the normally sparse scrub fields bordering the Ishvalan Desert were covered by a carpet of green grass that glinted in the afternoon sun. Wrapped up in one another’s presence, the couple didn’t notice the teenager watching them.
“I just don’t understand why you have to go,” the woman sighed. A breeze ruffled her shoulder-length brunette hair, pushing a few strands over her fine cheekbones; she absently brushed them away. “I understand that you want to help our people. But—studying alchemy, Dael! You know it’s forbidden by Ishvala.” Her large ruby eyes stared downward, her hands playing with the fringe of the brown wrap that lay over her long beige dress, a traditional Ishvalan striped scarf looped across
Guilt of the One Left Behind [Ch 6] FMA FanficAl was surrounded by darkness. He was like that for a very long time, or maybe it had been mere seconds, he wasn't sure. Regardless of how long he was under, after a little while, he heard something. It sounded muffled and far away, and for a while, he couldn't make it out. Slowly, as he began to fade back into consciousness, the voice became clearer. It was his brother's voice, and he was calling Al's name.Guilt of the One Left Behind [Ch 6] FMA Fanfic by MayaAtMidnight
"…n you hear me?"
As the voice became clearer, it became more troubling to Al. Where was he? What happened? Where was Ed? He racked his brain for the answers, but came up blank. The recent past was nothing but a messy blur to him. He didn't even know where he was, and the only hint to his location was the old, damp, musty scent in the air, and the unsettling, strong scent of blood.
That's right, he was in the old warehouse that he was held captive in. He remembered Ed showing up to save him, he remembered the glow of the transmutation, but what had happened a
Dream20130714 - The Amestrian Mineshaft IncidentSunday, July 14, 2013Dream20130714 - The Amestrian Mineshaft Incident by Contraltissimo
I had a friend with me. Another girl, I think.
We had fallen down a mineshaft.
But we were past all that at this point; the two of us were in some kind of hospital. The walls and floors and ceilings were light-colored, and clean. Our beds were soft and sweet. White curtains gave us peace and privacy. We were being well taken care of.
But there was something.... off. Was it something we noticed ourselves? Or had we overheard things? Things people weren’t supposed to say around us?
I remember the tame pink coloring of a few scattered scars. We were pretty beat-up by our ordeal, but our bodies were in fairly good working order. Except.... they didn’t feel like our bodies. I know my friend and I took a few slow and easy walks around our surroundings, but.... were we really walking? Were we in our skin? Did our bodies come with us? Or was it only our spirits? Or were these thoughts only the woozily confused result of our acciden
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