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genre humour, fluff. warning none.

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fun fact: this actually works I am now in a pact with an evil necromancer

So I found this on Pinterest

Now I’m just thinking of how funny it would be if a Warlock’s patron was just a trans girl that they called “good girl” once

Honestly, the weight of Ed on top of her so heavily (especially with how he fell) was starting to hurt a little. Not that she minded too much, but it certainly made her heart skip beats. He was so...warm, and the ludicrously wonderful scent of him had her somewhat delirious. All that she could hear was the rushing of her blood, and the sound of him breathing. Mary doubted she’d ever forget these moments trapped under him, and she never wanted to. The summoner doubted she’d ever get to be so close to him ever again, so she ignored the ache for all the other sensations and burned the memory of his warmth, the sound of his heart beating and scent of his skin into her breaking heart to cherish for the rest of her lonely life. God, why had she fallen in love with him, when she could never be his? Winry was the one in his heart, it would never be her. And why would it be? She was an insignificant weed next to Winry Rockbell, an everblooming rose.

It felt like a wondrous eternity before her love Ed began to wake up, and the groan was a touch startling to the small woman as he began to take in the situation. She felt his crushing weight lifting off of her, and gazed up at him with a slightly dazed, embarrassed look, cheeks as red as his own turned as he quickly got off she wouldn’t forget his face as he loomed over her either, and how could she when it was so beautiful?. At his questions, Mary shot up as she took in a sharp, full breath as he’d kind of been crushing her lungs, and scrambled to explain.

“I-I came to check on you when you never showed up, and noticed you asleep at your desk! I-I-I didn’t want you to end up sore, so I tried to carry you to bed! B-But when I managed to get you up here, you moved in your sleep and...kind of...trapped me underneath you...” she recounted to him frantically, trailing off for a moment. “B-But I’m sure you didn’t mean to!” She added quickly, fidgeting nervously with her ladybug pendant.

“I’m sorry...”

A Summoner’s Tale (closed FEH AU with traceofalchemy)

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Mary could still remember that day, it had been her happiest; she still recalled the feeling of his hands through her hair as he braided it, listening carefully to his instruction, the pleased look on his face at her first successful transmutation… just thinking of it made even her worst nights bareable. Nights where her life before haunted her, the fear of the first battle she was dragged into and forced to direct, they all had her waking in a cold sweat and tears. No comfort to be found in anything but another hot bath, and replaying the sound of Ed’s voice in her mind.

Had she started to fall? Yes, yes she had. Like an idiot, because even without saying…she knew his heart belonged to the beautiful blonde woman in Amestris, the normal girl with such incredible skill and intelligence. She gave him a beautifully crafted leg to stand on, after all. Yes, she’d asked Ed for stories of his world whenever they’d take breaks from lessons. She loved them all, even the ones about the mechanic that made her heart ache. Mary couldn’t hate Winry Rockbell, she couldn’t, not when she’d been one of Ed’s rocks…no, what she hated was herself; she hated her warped, twisted psyche, she hated the way she looked, the sheer uselessness of the skills she had (because she was still learning, she felt she couldn’t call alchemy one of her skills)… Winry was everything, and Mary was nothing… Ed deserved the very best… but the best could never be her. So…she simply contented herself with his presence, the happiness he’d brought her for the first time in her life…

Today, Mary had sat waiting for Ed for two hours (thankfully, and hilariously enough, Prince Alfonse had gotten so fed up with Edward, and Mary’s proclivity for trying to get out of the castle for fresh air, that he’d made the alchemist the summoner’s bodyguard. Not that it wasn’t convenient, since it allowed them to be left alone. It meant more time to teach Mary, and more time to figure out how to escape Zenith). In that time, she’d read over her notes and books to be ready when he showed up….but he never did. Concerned, Mary had gone to the alchemist’s room, now bigger and more comfortable, next to hers (since, again, bodyguard), to check up on him. Quietly opening the door, Mary saw that Ed had fallen asleep at his desk. She tiptoed over to the alchemist, noting the research papers on his desk. She wasn’t surprised, as she’d noticed somethingoff about his leg. However, he’d hurt himself if he slept there! Ignoring the photo of Winry on the desk, the tiny girl did her very best to carefully and quietly lift him from the chair, shaking as she struggled to carry him to bed. She’d made it to the bed, and managed to scoot onto it with the passed out man, but…he suddenly moved when she tried to set him down on the mattress, and poor little Mary had gotten herself trapped beneath him, unable to lift him off to free herself. Considering this, the bewildered summoner simply stayed still so she wouldn’t wake him up.

Hopefully, Ed wouldn’t misunderstand the motive and get mad, because there was no way the poor girl could get herself free at this point.

His room was rather tidy aside from the desk. Notes were scattered across the surface and the only pictures he had were standing up against the wall at the edge of the desk along with his notebook he’d arrived with. Aside from a few small details, there weren’t many things to personalize his room, perhaps because he didn’t feel at home there. It was more of a place to sleep and study than a home, which was obvious by the unfixed bed and stacks of books at his desk.

At least another fifteen minutes or so passed in the quiet room before Edward finally started to stir from his sleep. He groaned, not recalling moving to the bed. Immediately, he noticed something was weird, that it was definitely not just a bed he was lying on. Pushing himself up from the bed, he suddenly froze when he saw Mary underneath him.

He stared down at her sleepily for a solid moment, his eyes growing wide as the gears in his brain started to kick into motion. In a flash he was off of her. His face turned completely red, eyes darting over her and his room quickly, “U-Uh! S-Sorry, what the hell is going on?” He bumped his head with his palm and rubbed his eyes. The last thing he remembered was reading at his desk, how the hell did he get on top of her!? “When did you get in here, I-I didn’t mean to do that, I promise. At least I don’t think so…”