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I'd love to request some more fluff with Al if that is okay? ^^ Any sort of fluff is fine! Thank you in advance.

Of course i will! Al is such a sweet boy, he deserves all the love qwq

Thanks for the ask, by the way! I havent gotten asks and requests in quite some time! Im glad to work on one for you! Please tell me if this is good enough, and if there are any mistakes i need to fix! Love you lots!!!

Down by the River

Alphonse Elric x Reader for Anon

If the people of Resembool hadn't been so familiar with Al's armor body, the sight of a suit of armor drawing in the sand next to the river would have been quite strange. His knees were hugged up to his chest, held there by one hand, while the other drew familiar diagrams on the ground. Once his open palm laid on them, they flashed with light and turned the sand into little figures.

"Did you fight with Ed again?" He must not have heard my approach, because he nearly jumped straight into the air.

"Uh, something like that, I guess," he mumbled, the sound echoey and resonating against his metal body. He started to trace another symbol in the sand as I folded my legs beneath me, sitting at his side as he created more figurines.

"What did Ed say that made you leave?" When I reached out to touch his hand, he jumped again, pulling it back as if I was made of fire.

"N-Nothing! He didn't say anything!"

I raised an eyebrow. "That's weird, because Ed told me where you were hiding because you got in a fight about him talking to Winry."

Al went silent, legs now outstretched in front of him with his hands rested in his lap, thumbs twiddling in a nervous manner. "...yeah, there was that..." His voice got quieter as he avoided my gaze.

A sigh escaped me as I laid my hand on his shoulder. He froze, and I gave him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. "You can tell me anything, Al."

"...anything?"

"Anything."

He rose to his feet, and I followed him, now standing face to face with him.

"The truth is...Ed and I were fighting because he wouldn't confess to Winry...and then he said I couldn't say anything because...I still haven't confessed to you..."

My heart thudded in my chest. This couldn't be real. My childhood crush wants to confess to me?

"I've liked you for a little while, but I didn't want to say anything until I get my body back. I was gonna wait until then, so-"

"Al, it's okay." He stopped talking. It was so confusing, not seeing his expression, not knowing what he was thinking. "I like you, too."

"Really?!" Pure joy and excitement laced his words, reminding me of when we were kids and I promised to play games with him.

I nodded in response, smiling.

His hands grabbed mine, pulling me a little closer to his silver steel body. "Then I want to make a promise!" He squeezed my hands a little bit, almost in a reassuring way. "When I get my body back, I'll come right back to you and confess for real, okay?"

Smiling, I stood on the tips of my toes, barely able to press a kiss to the cheek of his helmet. "It's a promise, then."

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Blond hair swayed in the wind, catching the breeze and letting it filter through the locks of gold. He stood there, back straight and rigid, like a wall. There was an air of resolve and a slight hint of confidence surrounding him.

"You wanted to meet me here?" I asked quietly. He turned around, startled. The confidence and resolve all but vanished when he looked at me. "You told me to dress nice, so..." The dress was one I'd had for a couple years, so it was a little shorter than when I first got it. Even so, it cinched my waist without being too tight, and, at the very least, it covered down to my knees.

"I-It looks great!" Al stuttered, face a deep red as he tried desperately to avoid my eyes. "You look amazing!"

"So, what did you need?" I got straight to the point, even though I was sure I knew what he wanted to talk about.

He chewed his lip, looking around like he was searching for the words, and the river would give him his answer. "Well, I...I made a promise to you here a few years ago..."

One of his hands took mine, and I smiled, stepping closer to him. "I remember that promise. That was one of the happiest days of my life."

If it was possible, the red and his face darkened even more, and I had to physically bite back a little laugh at his state. "I...I mean...I'm not gonna...I won't break that promise!"

He took both of my hands and pulled me to stand directly in front of him. Even with his face so red, and his hands so sweaty, and his voice so shaky, he was still very much the child I had fallen for, but he'd changed. He was older, now. Alphonse was an adult, and he was trying his best to take it seriously.

"So, I'm gonna make another promise," he told me, no longer yelling since we were so close to one another. "If you let me, I promise that I'll stay by your side for the rest of my life!"

My heart soared at his words, and I must have smiled, because he did the same. "Of course, I'll let you," I said. "I love you so much, Al." With all the courage I had, I leaned in to press a feather light kiss to his lips.

Just as his face had started returning to normal, it was crimson, again, and I couldn't stop from laughing this time. Instead of shying away, Al pulled me to him in a hug, his nose pressed into the curved of my neck.

"Thank you, so much," he said softly. "For everything. I love you."

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I guess this is how I’m processing what we’re all going through right now. I had the stray thought, “What is Spider-Man doing during all this?” and this happened. On the one hand, it’s kinda sloppy and inconsistent, but on the other hand, I had the idea Sunday night and I’m posting this Wednesday night. 5 color pages in 4 nights is pretty good work. Anyway. Hope everyone’s safe out there.

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I have

THIRTY EIGHT

Fics in my drafts

And about uhhhh

zero

Will see the light of day

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quarantine mood

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Bad Dreams

Alphonse Elric x Reader (this absolute BEAN)

The sound of a tentative knock on my bedroom door in the middle of the night made me look up from my book. I had been reading, since I had slept in early that day and didn't feel tired enough to sleep yet.

The knock was light, as if whoever was outside didn't want to wake me if I was asleep.

"You can come in," I called out quietly, not wanting to wake up the others. The door slowly opened to reveal my boyfriend, Alphonse, in a loose sleeping shirt and shorts. "What's the matter?"

He entered the room, softly shutting the door behind him. "I, uh..." Even in the dark, I could see his face going flush as he tried to avoid my gaze. "I had a nightmare is all..."

I placed my bookmark and set the book on the table by my bed. "Did you want to talk about it?" Al didn't answer, seemingly contemplating the idea. "Alright, you don't have to. Come here."

I moved backward, sitting with my back against the wall. Still red in the face, Al laid on my bed with his head in my lap. My fingers threaded through his hair, and he grabbed my other hand in his own. After a moment, his body relaxed against me while he buried his face in my stomach.

"Feel better?" He responded with a nod, eyes close and breathing slow. It seemed like he might be falling asleep on me.

Before he could, his expression changed. His hand squeezed mine a little tighter, but not enough to hurt. He looked scared.

"Al, what's wrong?"

His honey eyes opened and met my own. "I..." His brow furrowed as he lost the words. "The nightmare was..."

"It was you...but...you were in the armor instead of me."

I raised my eyebrow as he turned to look away from me.

"I know it would never happen, but...I...it scared me so much. I never want anyone to go through what I did, and the thought of you having to live with that..."

I felt my heart soften at his words. He really was too sweet. "Alphonse."

Hesitantly, he turned to look me in the eyes again. I pulled him closer, placing a hand on his cheek.

"Does my hand feel like armor to you?" Al grabbed my hand with his own. "Does my body feel like metal?"

"...No..." His response was soft, and, once more, he relaxed against me.

"I'm fine, okay? Nothing has happened to me."

"There was more," he admitted, swallowing something. "I don't know why it keeps happening, but...it feels like every time I go to sleep, I always have nightmares."

"The important thing is that they are just that," I told him. "They're just night terrors, your mind trying to trick you. None of it is real."

"But you're real," he whispered, kissing the palm of my hand in an unexpected display of love. "And I'm real."

"We are, as well as Ed, Winry, and Granny. And Den, too. We're all real, and we're all okay."

He nodded, his hand leaving my own so he could pull himself up. He was now sitting with his legs over mine. He rested his forehead in the curve of my neck. Arms carefully found my waist, bringing us flush against one another.

"Thank you," he muttered, the words so quiet, they were almost lost. "Sorry for bothering you."

"You're never a bother." I smiled, even though he couldn't see it. "I'll take any chance to hold you as a good thing."

He kissed my cheek, and I felt the smile on his lips. Gently, he pulled me down so we were laying on the bed, his face still buried in my neck. I placed a hand on the back of the head, the other rubbing his back in what I hoped was a comforting manner.

"Sweet dreams," I whispered as I felt him, at last, fallen into a peaceful sleep.

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One of the biggest power moves I have here in the midwest when someone is being racist, sexist, homophobic is that I tell them that I’ll pray for them so that god can grace them with empathy, or that “I feel sorry the devil has made his home in your heart” cause you have not felt joy until you’ve flipped the script on a suburban house mom or an old racist white man.  The joy of watching their face in shock and confusion while they’re called out in Christian Standards the same way they try to cover for their homophobia is amazing.  100% suggest it, at the very least it gets them to shut the fuck up.

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Happy Birthday to this beautiful, talented, sweetheart of a man!

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Some Things Never Change

Sylvain x Female reader (decided to finally start writing for Three Houses. For this one, ur a fellow student)

The keys of the piano, hidden away in an old briefing room in the second floor of the monastery, glinted in the light from a nearby window. It was sheeted in a thin layer of dust, indicating it hadn't been used in quite some time.

I glanced around the room, which I had been tasked with cleaning. When I noticed the door was shut, I smiled to myself and took a seat at the keys. It had been a while since I'd last played, but I remembered the smiles it brought to my parents and friends when I played it at gatherings. There were even a few times where they asked me to play during events such as balls that we'd throw, giving them another excuse to show me off.

I let my fingers tickle the keys, noting how the piano seemed perfectly in tune. My fingers began to play a familiar song, as if with a mind of their own. The smile on my face grew nostalgic as I thought of the song.

The last time I had played it had been the first time I'd run into Claude, my house leader. It was at a ball held by my parents, a leading noble house in Alliance territory, even though our bloodline lacked a Crest. The von Riegan household, as well as, if memory served, all other Alliance noble families, were in attendance. Everyone was dressed up and enjoying themselves, and I was on my way to stuff my face when my parents asked me if I'd like to show everyone my piano skills. I didn't want to, since I was nervous, which they would have understood, but the smile my parents had when talking about me and my talent...it made me want to make them smile. I'd get past my nerves if it made my parents, and perhaps some guests, smile.

The song came to an end, as did that memory. Just as quickly, I struck up another chord, beginning a more jovial tune. It was likely that I wouldn't have another chance to play soon, so I wanted to get as much out of this chance as I could.

This song, one meant for a relatively fast-paced dance, was from the first time I met my best friend and current suitor, Sylvain Jose Gautier. It had been at another event my parents were holding, and, by that point, it felt like everyone knew I liked the piano. I was playing it more than the hired musicians played their own instruments, but they didn't seem to mind. Nobles left and right congratulated my parents on having such a talented child.

"Don't say that to us," my mother would say, smiling in my direction. "She practiced almost every day to perfect this talent. She's worked so hard to play so beautifully."

"Yes, there's definity no way she got any musical talent from my side of the family," my father would joke, causing the other nobles to laugh and change topics.

One of those nights, Sylvain approached me as I played. I didn't stop, knowing it would disturb the entire crowd if the music came to a sudden halt.

He didn't say anything, just stood, strangely nonchalantly, beside the piano. I glanced at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Do you want to talk?" I offered, hands still wandering over the keys, keeping the tune going.

The redheaded boy, whose name I didn't know, at the time, smiled and took one step closer. "Yeah, but I was gonna wait until you finished," he admitted. "I didn't want to mess you up or distract you."

I shrugged. "I can make small talk."

"Sylvain, did you need something?"

The red haired man, who stood on the other side of the piano, laughed. "Yeah, but I wasn't going to interrupt you."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes," I said, the song coming to a stop, "some things never change."

"I recognized the song, so I knew it must have been you," Sylvain stated, taking a seat next to me on the bench. "I head it downstairs, in the reception hall."

A sudden shiver ran down my spine. "They..." Sylvain gave me a confused look. "You could...hear it downstairs?"

He laughed quietly at my expression. I knew that I must have looked ridiculous, but I was worried. "Oh no, what if Lady Rhea or Seteth heard? I don't want to get in trouble, I never meant to bother anybody."

"I'm sure they'll understand," Sylvain said with a soft smile. "Besides, you weren't bothering anybody. I think everyone enjoyed listening to you play." He kissed my cheek, taking my hand in his own. "Some things never change."

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jsyk we already had a gay u.s. president

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Legolas Masterlist

**= smut or kind of smut ;)    x= oneshot

Sleep, My Friend x

I Win x

Elven Healing x

Protector x

Indestructible x

All Three of Them x

Maybe Next Time x

Human Masterlist

Elf Ears x

It’s Yours x

Be With You x

Moments With You x

Perfect Fit x**

Peony and Marriage Arrangements x

Beautifully Human x

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2020 will be a good year

Cause it's two natural 20s and that means whatever you'll do, you'll do with success