This was a commission for @vanyali07! *___* They were kindly cool with me sharing it with the rest of Tinternetz so that you guys get to enjoy it too! ♥
Not-so-secret secret, writing Hughes is obscenely fun, and every time I do it, I’m baffled that I don’t just shoehorn him into every single fic. X’D
PROBABLE CAUSE TO CRY UNCLE (PART I) (@DW)
Roy Mustang is a man of such innumerable talents that most of them don’t even receive any attention—which is a good thing these days, since lately one of his best-honed skills is surreptitiously ogling Edward Elric.
There are, of course, two primary problems with this incomparable aptitude: the first is that Riza sees it and knows exactly what he’s doing regardless of how covert he is at any given time; the second is that Ed doesn’t notice a damn thing, which means that absolutely nothing but a smidgeon of eye-strain has come of it thus far.
That’s all right. Ed has found his feet now, after a bit of rest and a bit of traveling and a bit of auditing university courses and complaining vociferously to anyone who will listen about the content; he’s returned to Roy’s command of his own free will, and that in itself is a blessing past description. He’s here, present and accounted for and much more inclined to respect hierarchical authority at least seventy percent of the time, and that’s more than Roy would have asked or could have hoped for. It would be obscene to fish for more—hubris has hamstrung better men. Roy is not in the business of cordially inviting his own destruction; it has a tendency to slam the door open and stroll on in without his assistance as it is.
Tag: fic rec
it’s been 84 years
I’m alive!
And, thanks to @silmil-p-ain, so is the Leading the Blind ‘verse! They commissioned a sequel, and my stupid brain decided that that required something longer than the original fic, so… here we are. 😡
Ed fills his canister mug, screws the lid on, and makes a truly valiant attempt at a break for the door.
Despite the fact that Roy is (significantly) blind; and (slightly less significantly, but noteworthy nonetheless) sitting at the kitchen table with his back turned—apparently engrossed in an alchemically-lit newspaper, a mug of the coffee, and a plate of toast—the insuppressible bastard’s hand snaps out and catches Ed’s sleeve. Roy doesn’t even look up, although Ed has to admit that that part would be a little redundant these days.
Roy does clear his throat, however, and then employ Amestris’s all-time-favorite radio voice to speak the words: “Coffee does not count as breakfast, my dearest love.”
“Shows what you know,” Ed says, but he can’t wriggle hard enough to twist free of Roy’s grip without jeopardizing the coffee. “Leggo already. I put sugar in it—it’s got calories and caffeine. Isn’t that the entire point of breakfast?”
He wished he could have kissed him—he wished he could have known, for certain, that a kiss would convey the deep stunned emotion he felt for this shaking man. It was a pure, unadulterated feeling, which existed only by and for itself. There was only the immediacy of knowing that Bucky, so unthinkingly generous, so heartbreakingly brave, was absolutely worthy of love—and so Steve loved him almost despite himself, like some kind of physics law, like air rushing in to fill a vacuum.
War, Children by Nonymos. This is one of my all time fave fics! Read it a few times and finally decided i needed to art it
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