#edjean

Happy Christmas, @glassesmcfancyhair <3 the @fmagiftexchange was extra fun and I'm down to clown any time!!

(There is a smutty part 2 coming this just got a little out of hand)

(also youre prying my headcanon of the elrics having freckles out of my cold, dead hands)

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edith's on top of the half-wall surrounding the park, ranting about some state alchemist's latest research paper and she's never looked more beautiful. her braid started to fall about halfway through dinner and she showed up with soot smeared across her face and shoulders, only hidden by the jacket she had shed as they left the restaurant. her jeans have been through hell, holes torn and repaired and torn yet again, showing off the scabs littering her legs from her latest stint saving yet another town. she's not some larger-than-life alchemist right now; she's a hot mess, wholly human and her, and jean is so irrevocably in love.

he doesn't fully understand what she's ranting about. the basic understanding he has of alchemy couldn't begin to scratch the surface of the topic, but it didn't matter. hearing edith talk, with passion brimming from her voice, was plenty enjoyable for him. she bitches at the "basic flaws" that filled the paper. he watches with a smile.

edith cuts herself off and snaps her gaze towards him, eyes narrowing. "what are you looking at?"

"nothing."

"bullshit, asshole. what are you looking at?"

her brows are furrowed with irritation as she glares. she's stunning, ethereal, exquisite, like watching a supernova explode, like watching the big bang breathe life into the universe. he tells her as much and watches the blush bloom onto her face.

"shut the fuck up!" she screeches, turning away to hide her blush. they had gotten married a month ago (with edith trapping him in his seat at the bar in front of breda and leaving absolutely no room for argument) but she still hadn't quite gotten used to all that brought with it. makeouts and sex she could handle no problem, but compliments? gentures of love? she had no clue how to respond.

jean reaches up toward her and edith catches his hand, letting him pull her down to the cracked sidewalk. her arms slip around his neck as he holds her close enough to hear the beat of his heart. in the lamplight, the splotchy blush interrupted by fading freckles and soot streaks shone on her face. the embarrassment was evident, but so was the adoration and love that filled her eyes.

his mother had yelled at him for two hours straight when she found out he had eloped, but he wouldn't trade his wife for anything in the world. who needed an extravagant wedding when he could hold edith in his arms and see her smile? what was overblown party to his wife's happiness, anyway?

"guess what."

"what?"

"i love you," he murmurs, letting the words fill the space between them.

a smile curls across her lips as she leans up and presses her mouth against his ear.

Send “5 Times the Love” for a drabble based on five times my muse fell in love with your muse

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The first time Jean fell in love with Edward was in their junior year of high school, when the other had stood up for him in front of a big group of jocks. While Jean was popular, the fact that he had come out as gay had changed a lot of people’s opinions on him. And adorable, little blonde Edward Elric had snarled and stepped in between the oncoming group and Jean, telling them off. Jean’s heart had completely melted.

He still hadn’t told Edward he loved him.

The second time was in their senior year of high school. Jean was having a hard time finding inspiration for his art. However, when Edward walked into class that one morning with his hair unbraided for once, letting his golden hair flow down his back, he finally found it. Edward was his muse, and with a little persuasion, he got his friend to pose for him while he sketched.

Many ‘draw me like one of your french girls’ jokes were said that day.

The third time Jean fell in love with Edward was in their freshman year in college. They were roommates and had been fighting over something incredibly stupid. It resulted in Jean pushing the other blonde against the door, glaring heatedly down at him before he just lost it and kissed him.

Kisses became a frequent thing after that day.

The fourth time was in the winter of their sophomore year of college, when Jean came down with an awful cold that had him laid out in bed for nearly a week. Despite the worry of getting sick, Edward was constantly there with Jean between his classes, always making him soup and tea, bringing him assignments, doing his homework in bed with him.

By then, Jean just knew Edward was the one.

The fifth time was on spring break of their senior year of college. Jean had been preparing for this moment for months. Edward came back to their dorm room to find a huge canvas leaning on the wall, various sketches and paintings surrounding the words “Will you marry me?” with Jean kneeling in front of it, a box in his hand.