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Alphonse shook the thought away as he stood outside the agency, staring at the neon sign flickering above the door, the words glowing in sickly shades of pink and green. It was hard to believe that something so cheerful could hide something so sinister. He forced a deep breath into his lungs, trying to shake off the growing sense of dread that clung to him. The night before, Fuery had broken in…

There had been plans—grand plans—for Edward and Winry’s honeymoon. Wine tastings in the rolling hills of Benévolo, long hikes through sun-dappled vineyards, lazy afternoons spent sunbathing on the beaches, and perhaps even more wine tastings to punctuate their time together. Their top priority had been each other, savoring quiet, stolen hours in bed, tucked away in their villa, far from the…

Earth, March 26th, 1940 A.D — Late Morning It felt nice; the wind against the face, the way the hair swung wildly, just like golden wheat on rolling fields. Winry inhaled deeply taking in the fresh country air and smell of gasoline pumping through Betsy’s intricate engine system.  “Wow!” she cried out, overjoyed by the sheer beauty of everything. “Isn’t this great?!” she added as she looked at…

This is amazing and I squealed when I stumbled upon it. Lula22, you got an exquisite taste. Though it would’ve been perfection if it had been Ed and Winry, but Roy and Riza are a good substitute.

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Meetings with King Samael were fairly common around the time of The Red Harvest. As Vizier and confidant to the King, Seth was pretty accustomed to having said meetings in the drawing room. Visits to the King’s bedchambers were left for special occasions, those in which the King wanted something other than counsel. Seth wasn’t entirely sure if it was the latter the reason why he was being…

A streak of light fell over Edward’s eyes, effectively waking him from what felt like eternal slumber. He flittered his eyes open then motioned to sit. Everything seemed to shift as he sat, nevertheless, he took in the scenery when everything stopped moving.  The meager surroundings befuddled him. Wasn’t he staying at a villa? Edward swung his legs to the side of the rudimentary bed, the straws…

Sun rays filtered through the drawn curtains and filled the bedroom with soft light. Edward opened his eyes. A few minutes later, he sat. Suddenly, the room started spinning. Edward closed his eyes and held his head in his hands. Grogginess, as if he was hungover, overcame him. But the thing was Edward didn’t remember if he actually drank at all. Edward motioned to stand up, and as he did, the…

The asphalt sizzled; mirages materialized wherever Edward put his eyes on, the one exception being the golden hills seen in the distance, which glowed like the noon sun. His skin prickled. Edward looked at Winry wondering if she was feeling the sun in her skin too. He was sure she did seeing that her skin was fairer than his. Thankfully, the rushing wind kept them from cooking in the sweltering…

Yes, I’m alive, beaten to a pulp but alive, just as many of you are/have been/will be in these dystopian times. As you can tell, I took a long sabbatical pretty much the entirety of 2021. Why did I entered into such long hiatus? Well, the pandemic pretty much mauled me physically, mentally and emotionally. In 2022 I survived covid, I conquered an intense case of anxiety that brought me close to the point of dissociating (that experience in itself is quite horrifying), I managed to control my skyrocketing blood pressure, and my mom died. As you can see, my world exploded. I’m still gathering the pieces of me. Doing better though.

Earth, March 22nd, 1940 A.D — Edward’s Study, Evening

Edward stared at the sunset, a tumbler filled halfway with a scotch in hand. The sky appeared as if it’d been set on fire, serving as a gentle reminder of what had transpired an hour ago in the living room. Edward brought the glass to his lips. He savored the numbing warmth of the scotch as it went down his throat. He knew he shouldn’t be…

Earth, February 6th, 1940 A.D — Early Afternoon

The Willard, in Jean’s eyes, was as grandiose as he’d imaged it to be. An impressive lobby with marble floors, polished to a mirror finish, welcomed him. The ornaments, though made of brass, were elaborate enough to give the space an air of luxury. Jean would’ve preferred the decorations were made of the gold they were mimicking but beggars can’t be…

Amestris, Continental Calendar, July 20, 1919

At the moment, Roy was engaged in a fierce battle with one of his most nefarious contenders. His good eye twitched and so did his fingers as he studied the gigantic pile of paperwork sitting on the inbox tray; the temptation to set fire to the thick stack was too strong to ignore. 

This belligerence wasn’t a mere frivolity on his part, it was a…

Yes, I made past 2019! but I’ve been busy (so, so busy) with work. And yes, I'm a freelancer 😉

Earth, February 3rd, 1940 A.D — Winry’s Room

Winry was enjoying the last bite of toast when she heard a gentle rap on the door. She took a quick glance at the clock then at calendar sitting close by. It was Saturday, February the third(1). If the Saturdays of Earth were like the Saturdays of Amestris, then both Edward and Alphonse were somewhere around the mansion; not at work, not working on a…

Earth, February 2nd, 1940 A.D — Late Afternoon

Alphonse‘s eyebrows narrowed ever so slightly as he went over Wendy’s notes. How many times had he gone over them now? Way too many times to count, he supposed. Not that it mattered for he could find nothing in them that could help shine some light on what happened at The Annex. He raised his glance to Edward, who at the moment was immersed in one of…

Amestris, Continental Calendar, July 13, 1919 — Late Evening

Pitt couldn’t help but raise an incredulous eyebrow as he watched the scene unfolding before him.

On one side of the room, Wendy laid on the bed, immersed in deep slumber. Russell dutifully sat next to her, but unlike those other times, he looked distraught. The scene wasn’t remarkable if taken at face value since he knew Russell had a…