This year's #elricestloveevent2026 will take place in the fall, in the week leading up to October 3rd.

You can pick one prompt per day for your creation, or you can create for all three! The prompt categories are fluid - if you write a Halloween fic that's NSFW, or you want to draw SFW art of genderswapped Elrics, no problem! You do you.

Background ships are also fine in your creation, so long as the main focus is Ed/Al.

I shouldn't have to say this, but: ai-generated creations will not be promoted for this event.

Alternate prompts are available under the cut, if you aren't moved by a certain day's prompts. They are for any and all days!

Be sure to tag all your works #elricestloveevent2026, whether they be fanfic, art, edits, moodboards, webweaves, or even just headcanons or meta! You can also directly submit your work to this blog if you're not comfortable sharing on your own blog.

If you have any questions, send me an ask - either here or on my main at @kylermalloy.

Go forth and Elricest!

Its ranges from continous face-fucking for hours on end, to simply just examining eachothers teeth and tongue.

They're both making out when Al pulls away for a moment to just stick his fingers into Ed's mouth.

His fingers tracing Ed's canines while Ed is just sitting there and blushing furiously while Al just plays with his mouth.

Al's thumb gently pets at his tongue before shoving it a little bit deeper into his mouth, eventually finger-fucking his throat.

Ed can do nothing but shake and cry while he sits in his younger brother's lap and endure his brother effectively ruining yet another one of his holes.

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist

Characters: Alphonse Elric/Edward Elric, Outsider POV

Word Count: 1311

Summary: A treasure trove of old photos and documents are donated to a local archive. The story they tell is unclear, but nonetheless compelling. Written for the @elricestloveevent of 2025.

The archivist empties the box she’s been given piece by piece. Places each item in a loosely categorized pile that she’ll go through and catalog later.

The box is made of old cardboard, the kind that feels like it’ll disintegrate if she touches it wrong. Its exterior is graffitied with many different labels, scratched out and scribbled over in new colors, new handwriting. Roses. Important. Imm documents. Mom stuff. Photos. Attic. Grandma Noah.