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alphonse elric is always bringing stray cats to your home
You sighed as the front door clicked open, already knowing what was coming. He arrived later than usual and you could just sense it in the air.
"Babe?" Alphonse called out, his voice warm as always. "I'm home! I brought a friend."
You peeked around the corner from the kitchen, arms crossed, trying to look stern. There he was, your giant golden-haired boyfriend, with a sheepish smile and in his arms was a scruffy little tabby cat, all matted fur and big curious eyes.
"Alphonse," you said, trying not to smile. "We talked about this."
"I know, I know," he laughed softly, rubbing the cat's head with his big gentle hands of his. "But look at her. She was all alone behind the bakery, shivering. How could I just leave her there?"
The cat blinked at you innocently. Traitor.
You walked over, pretending to inspect her. Truth was, you didn't hate cats. You justdidn't love the idea of your apartment turning into a feline shelter every other week. But then Alphonse looked up at you with those soft brown eyes, his hair a little messy from the wind outside and your heart did a stupid flip it always did.
"Come on," he said, standing up while cradling the cat like she was made of glass. "She's really sweet. And she liked me right away. That's a good sign, right?"
You rolled your eyes, but you were already reaching out to scratch behind her ears. She pushed into your hand immediately, purring louder. "You're too nice for your own good, you know that?"
Alphonse grinned, making his whole face light up. "Maybeee, but you like it."
He stepped closer, wrapping his free arm around your waist and pulling you in. The cat stayed happily sandwiched between you two, clearly living her best life. You could feel the rumble of her purring against your stomach as Alphonse pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"She's only staying until we find her a home," you mumbled into his shirt, even though you both knew that was probably a lie. The last "temporary" cat was now sprawled on your couch.
"Sure," he said, but his tone was way too amused. "Just like how Miss Bubbles is only staying until spring."
"That's different, Bubbles is distinguished."
Alphonse laughed, the sound deep and happy in his chest. He set the new cat down carefully and she immediately started weaving between both your legs, claiming the territory. You tried to step back, but Al caught your hand, tugging you back against him.
"You're cute when you pretend to be mad," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His fingers lingered on your cheek, warm and a little rough from all the odd jobs he took around town. "I see you melting every time."
"I'm not melting," you protested, even as you leaned into his touch. "I'm being responsible. We can't keep adopting every stray that gives you puppy eyes."
"Cat eyes," he corrected with a smirk.
"Alphonse."
He chuckled again and kissed you properly this time, slow and sweet, when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
"I see them out there and I think about how I used to feel sometimes. Waiting for someone to care enough to bring me home." His voice got quieter, more serious for a second. "I guess I can't help it."
You reached up and cupped his face, thumbs brushing over his cheeks. "I know. That's why I let you get away with it, dummy."
The new cat meowed loudly from the floor, clearly demanding attention again. Alphonse glanced down with a laugh. "See? She already likes you more than me."
You dropped your head back, shaking your head.
Still, you ended up sitting on the couch twenty minutes later, Alphonse's head in your lap while the tabby curled up on his chest. Your fingers played with his hair as he dozed lightly. He had the biggest heart you'd ever known. And somehow, part of it belonged to you.
boyfriend!edward elric who still doesn't know how to flirt with you after years of dating
You leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, just watching him with a little smile you knew drove him crazy. Edward was trying so hard to look busy, scribbling notes even though breakfast was already done. His braid was a tiny bit messy from sleep and it made your chest feel all warm and fuzzy.
"Morning, pretty boy," you said sweetly, tilting your head. "You gonna keep pretending to work or are you gonna come give your girlfriend a good morning kiss?"
Edward didn't look up right away, but you saw his cheeks go pink almost instantly. "W-what the hell are you calling me that for?" he muttered, he glanced up at you, golden eyes shimmering. "It’s too early for that kinda stuff."
You giggled and stepped closer, slipping your arms around his middle. "It's never too early to make you all blushy and cute."
He made this little strangled sound and tried to look anywhere but your face. His hands hovered awkwardly near your waist before finally settling there. "I'm not blushy at all," he protested, even though his ears were bright red. "You just… you say stuff like that and I don't know how to… ugh."
Edward rubbed the back of his neck, clearly fighting a smile and losing. "You're way too good at this. I'm trying to focus and then you come in looking all pretty and calling me pretty boy and my brain just stops."
You beamed and leaned in, brushing your nose against his. "Oh, I love when your brain stops, means I get to see this super flustered side of you that only I get." You poked his chest lightly. "Because you're super in love with me, right?"
He groaned and hid his face against your shoulder, muffling his words. "Of course I'm in love with you, idiot. You know that." His voice got quieter. "I suck at saying it back all smooth like you do, that's all. Every time I try it sounds stupid in my head."
Your heart melted. You hugged him tighter and kissed the side of his neck. "I don't need smooth, Ed. I just need you. All awkward and grumpy like this. It’s my favorite version of you."
He peeked up at you, still flushed, but his eyes were soft and full of love he could never quite hide. "You're impossible," he mumbled, then leaned in and kissed you quick. When he pulled back he was smiling though. "There. Happy now?"
You laughed softly and cupped his warm cheeks. "Very happy."
Edward rolled his eyes but didn't let go of you. Instead he pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair again and holding you tighter.
a/n: MY SWEET BOYYYYY obv all the fics i write for edward i'm picturing his timeskip version, alright? unless i specify it, it's always a nineteen years old edward!
boyfriend!edward elric who still doesn't know how to flirt with you after years of dating
You leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, just watching him with a little smile you knew drove him crazy. Edward was trying so hard to look busy, scribbling notes even though breakfast was already done. His braid was a tiny bit messy from sleep and it made your chest feel all warm and fuzzy.
"Morning, pretty boy," you said sweetly, tilting your head. "You gonna keep pretending to work or are you gonna come give your girlfriend a good morning kiss?"
Edward didn't look up right away, but you saw his cheeks go pink almost instantly. "W-what the hell are you calling me that for?" he muttered, he glanced up at you, golden eyes shimmering. "It’s too early for that kinda stuff."
You giggled and stepped closer, slipping your arms around his middle. "It's never too early to make you all blushy and cute."
He made this little strangled sound and tried to look anywhere but your face. His hands hovered awkwardly near your waist before finally settling there. "I'm not blushy at all," he protested, even though his ears were bright red. "You just… you say stuff like that and I don't know how to… ugh."
Edward rubbed the back of his neck, clearly fighting a smile and losing. "You're way too good at this. I'm trying to focus and then you come in looking all pretty and calling me pretty boy and my brain just stops."
You beamed and leaned in, brushing your nose against his. "Oh, I love when your brain stops, means I get to see this super flustered side of you that only I get." You poked his chest lightly. "Because you're super in love with me, right?"
He groaned and hid his face against your shoulder, muffling his words. "Of course I'm in love with you, idiot. You know that." His voice got quieter. "I suck at saying it back all smooth like you do, that's all. Every time I try it sounds stupid in my head."
Your heart melted. You hugged him tighter and kissed the side of his neck. "I don't need smooth, Ed. I just need you. All awkward and grumpy like this. It’s my favorite version of you."
He peeked up at you, still flushed, but his eyes were soft and full of love he could never quite hide. "You're impossible," he mumbled, then leaned in and kissed you quick. When he pulled back he was smiling though. "There. Happy now?"
You laughed softly and cupped his warm cheeks. "Very happy."
Edward rolled his eyes but didn't let go of you. Instead he pulled you closer, burying his face in your hair again and holding you tighter.
a/n: MY SWEET BOYYYYY obv all the fics i write for edward i'm picturing his timeskip version, alright? unless i specify it, it's always a nineteen years old edward!
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