Writing From Within

About me:

I’m Shira (or Zephyr)! I’m 21 and use she/they pronouns!

My main is @aizawas-problem-child

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Commission Info

What I’ll write:

Single character(s)

Platonic relationships

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Polycules

Fandoms:

Fire Emblem Awakening

Fire Emblem Fates

Fire Emblem Three Houses

Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood)

Avatar: The Last Airbender

My Hero Academia

Forms I’ll write in:

Short stories

Imagines

Headcanons

Matchups

Longer stories

Poetry

Rules:

Be respectful

Be patient, I have a life and might take a while

NO ADULT x MINOR

Please don’t send requests for stuff outside of my fandom list

No major gore requests please

I will not imply underage sex. It’s a thing, I know. But as an adult, I refuse to write that about minors.

I will delete any requests that make me uncomfortable

I’m willing to do Pokémon AUs, but won’t write for the characters themselves

Masterposts:

Fire Emblem (fates, awakening, and 3 houses)

FMAB

Avatar TLA

Hi lovely! While this idea sounds amazing, I don’t really think I have enough knowledge on burlesque shows/the movie and song you referenced to properly write this. But the concept itself is a lovely image!

Can you do general headcanons for Mitama x Rhajat? I recently fell in love with these two.

Sure thing, lovely!

Mitama x Rhajat Headcanons

I imagine that they don’t get along well at first, not understanding each other in the slightest

But as they get closer, they become the closest of friends

For Rhajat, Mitama is someone she can study around without interruption. And for Mitama, she can rest around Rhajat without being pestered. (Probably includes mutual complaining about their fathers)

Mitama helping Rhajat with her magic, finding spells that work even better when in haiku format

Be it platonic or romantic, they become very protective of each other, and spend most of their days together

I have some free time, since work is slow. If you have a commission for me, I’d be happy to take it!

Commission info can be found here

I hope everyone has a nice morning/afternoon/night!!!

Sure thing! Though I don’t recommend silent treatment after a fight tbh. It’s better to actually talk once you calm down.

Upset!reader x Ed (Silent Treatment)

Ed doesn’t realize at first, having buried himself in research to calm down/distract himself from the fight

Once he does realize, he tries to give you space to calm down too

He’s very stubborn and unlikely to apologize until he realizes just how upset you actually are

Even so, it probably takes Al dragging you both into a room for him to apologize for scaring you, and promising to be less reckless

Without intervention, he would probably let you ignore him for a worryingly long period of time

Of course, lovely! Sorry for how late this is. Ed is pretty mean to himself in this, so proceed with caution if that can be an issue for you.

Self-Conscious!Edward x Reader

Why wasn’t he good enough? Why did he ever think he could do what generations of top alchemists couldn’t? Why did he drag Al into it? How could he ever fix this? He was so pathetic.

Edward was trembling, his hand pressed against the bridge between his shoulder and automail. His silent sobs racking through his body as the self deprecating thoughts only heightened the pain from his automail.

But what right did he have to complain? He could still eat and drink. And, as nightmare filled as they were, he could still have dreams while he slept. He stole that from Al. Al probably hated him as much as he hated himself and the damn automail. He couldn’t blame Al if he did. Al was just too kind, too good, to say anything.

Edward was so absorbed in his spiraling thoughts and the pain in his shoulder that he didn’t hear you come in. Nor did he hear the concerned call of his name. Straining your ears, you could hear him muttering under his breath. The cruel self-deprecating words made your heart ache for the poor boy. He had already been through so much, why did his own mind have to fight him as well?

After a few moments of debating with yourself, you gently placed a hand against his, heart aching at the slight flinch and far off look in his eyes. Squeezing his hand lightly, you spoke, voice soft.

“Ed, can you look at me, love?”

Edward lifted his head, and golden eyes met yours, and your heart broke at the despair in them, how the ordinarily bright eyes were glazed over. It was at that moment that you knew, without a doubt, that you would do anything for the golden hearted boy. If he struggled to give himself the love he deserved, you would do it for him.

“I’m so proud of you, Ed.” You smiled softly at him, unable to hide how enamored with him you were. “You fight so hard for everyone else, it’s okay to take a break for yourself once in a while.”

He shook his head, turning it away as tears finally began to fall down his cheeks. “I can’t rest,” he rasped, “Not until Al can too.”

Frowning, you gently turned Edward’s head so he was looking at you. “Al will not blame you if you take time for yourself and to rest.”

“He should!” Edward sobbed, voice cracking. “He probably hates me…”

You swallowed roughly, heart jumping into your throat. Even after everything they’ve been through together, Edward was afraid that his brother, whom he sacrificed everything for, hated him.

“Edward,” He startled, surprised by the use of his full name. “Al does not hate you, I promise.” You needed him to know that. Alphonse, if he caught wind of this, would need him to know that. The only person who hated Edward… was Edward himself.

“How do you know that?” Edward’s voice shook slightly as he spoke, as if he was afraid of the answer.

You managed a weak smile, with the hopes of appearing reassuring. “Would you hate him if the roles were reversed?” Of course he wouldn’t, it was Edward after all. He could never hate Alphonse. He told you as such, visibly offended at the mere possibility.

“Then why would he hate you? Al loves you, Ed, I promise.” And he always would. The two brothers had shown, time and time again, just how far they would go for each other.

“Even if he doesn’t hate me, he’s probably sick of taking care of me and my stupid automail…” Edward’s silent tears began to pour again as he spoke. “I’m supposed to be the big brother, but I’m too broken to take care of myself, let alone Al…”

Raking your fingers through his hair, you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “There’s nothing broken that we can’t fix. Time and love will see you through. I’ll be here and see you through the other side. And I know Al will be too, I promise.”

Letting out a soft sob, Edward hugged you, whispering ‘thank you’ over and over again under his breath. As you hugged back, rocking him slightly, you smiled.

“Of course, my love.”

Alphonse is 7 feet tall in the armor so maybe Al just teases his boyfriend for being so small compared to him and then when he gets his body back his boyfriend is taller than Al and his boyfriend gets sad because he misses being the small one but at the same time is quick to big spoon him and be a lot more affectionate since he has his body back?

Sure thing, lovely!

Al x affectionate!m!s/o

“How’s the weather down there?”

The tone was teasing, and if he had a body, he would no doubt be grinning. Like the gremlin he was, underneath his soft exterior.

“That armor makes you taller than almost everyone, I’m not that short, Al!”

Alphonse let out a laugh at his boyfriend’s flustered tone. He knew his boyfriend wasn’t that short, but he was so cute when embarrassed.

Smiling at Alphonse, he let out his own laugh. Al had been through so much, and deserved to laugh. Even if it was at his expense. Al being happy was worth it. What was a little embarrassment in comparison to the laughter of the sun?

*************************************************

They had done it. They had gotten their bodies back. Edward had his arm, and Al had returned to a human body, his body.

Al was beautiful. Even with his body in dire need of recovery. His golden eyes gleaming with the kindness that showed in his tone, his golden hair cascading down his back. He was gorgeous.

And he was shorter than his boyfriend.

If he had been anyone else, he likely would’ve teased Al about now being the shorter one in the relationship. But he was rather sad about it instead. He had liked being shorter than his boyfriend, it made him feel safe and cared for.

Even so, as he lay beside Al’s very real and very warm body, he was quick to pull him close.

Al had been the strong one for so long, always needing to be a protector. Now it was his turn. He would do everything in his power to give Al the love and intimacy he deserved.

And that first press of lips together? Was completely worth the wait.

Sure thing, lovely!!!

Jean x Roy’s Sister (Pregnancy Reveal)

Was it strange at first, having his friend and subordinate dating his younger sister? Absolutely. But upon seeing how much they loved each other, Roy was quick to adjust to the idea. And after enduring a shovel talk, and all the pain and drama from fighting Father and the Homunculi, Havoc and Clara were married.

The wedding was a small and private affair, neither of them wanting a large spectacle, and the couple were very happy together.

Several months later, Roy found himself visiting his sister and brother-in-law for dinner, as had become commonstance. Even as conversation flowed easily, Roy found himself nervous. Clara had mentioned having news for him, and Havoc admitted to being just as in the dark as he was.

What on Earth could his sister be planning?

As they indulged in some homemade chocolate cake, one of Clara’s specialties, Roy couldn’t help but notice the gleam to his sister’s eyes.

“So! I have something important to tell you both!” Clara’s voice cut through the comfortable silence, causing her husband and brother to send curious looks at her.

“Go on.”

“What’s up, babe?”

The two spoke in sync, causing all three of them to chuckle slightly.

“I’m pregnant!”

Both men stared at her, surprise painting their features. Roy recovered first and smiled gently at his sister, pulling her into a hug.

“Congratulations, Clara. If you need anything, let me know.”

“Thank you, nii-san. And I will.” Clara smiled as she returned the hug.

Havoc was staring at his wife in shock, before breaking out in a large grin.

“Babe! That’s amazing! I’m gonna be a papa!” He laughed happily, giving her a light spin, causing her to join in with her own laugh.

The small kitchen was filled with laughter and love, and Roy wouldn’t have it any other way.

Sure thing, lovely!

Al when s/o fights with Mei

Al doesn’t understand why they always want to fight Mei

I mean, Mei is just his friend…. Right?

He doesn’t know that she has a crush on him

No matter the stupidity, he will always tend to their injuries

When he eventually learns why, he’s quick to assure them that he loves them, and won’t leave them for Mei

Hi lovely! I’m doing well, and I hope you are too! I got some adhd meds recently, so hopefully I’ll be able to be more active here! And of course you can!

Al with an anxious!S/O

Al learns the signs of his s/o’s anxiety worsening

No matter the situation, if they’re anxious, he will do his best to get them out of the situation.

He never forces them to be social

Since he can’t help them calm down by having them follow his breathing, he learns other groundings techniques

He always asks what it is they need and how he can help

Since he doesn’t need to worry about sleep, he will listen to them for as long as they need

Sure thing, lovely! Sorry for the long wait!

Ed when s/o falls asleep on his shoulder

Ed freaks out at first. He isn’t sure what to do

Eventually he relaxes into it and just lets them sleep

He will whisper-shout at anyone who tries to wake them up

Which includes a threat of murder if they disturb his sleeping beauty

of course, lovely! I hope you enjoy!

Ed x teasing!reader

“He’s like my personal chihuahua.”

You were grinning as you spoke the words. A grin that grew into a smirk as Alphonse, Mustang, and the rest of the team -sans Riza, the only sane one there- burst out laughing. Watching your small boyfriend rage at everyone in the room was hilarious.

“WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PUNY LITTLE PIPSQUEAK?!”

“You, my darling half-pint”

A brilliant blush spread across Ed’s cheeks as he spluttered, clearly caught between anger and embarrassment. He was beautiful, the red of his cheeks mixing beautifully with his golden hair. The god-like sight was part of why you teased him so much.

“Embarrassed, my love? Don’t be. Great things come in small packages, cupcake.”

With one last groan, Edward went into the inner office to give his report, and undoubtedly be teased by Mustang. Despite the mental notes of his reactions and your coming up with ways to shower him with affection later, the smirk never left your face. You had no doubt that Edward would pout at you for teasing him once you left the office.

Even so, you had no doubts that Edward knew you loved him. It was said with every compliment whispered against his lips. It was said when you comforted him after night terrors. It was shown in how you did everything you could to ease the pain from his automail. Even if neither of you said it aloud very often, you knew. It was obvious from how you took care of each other.

But most simply, it was clear as day in the soft, genuine smile he gave you when you told him how brave and handsome you thought he was.

Have a poem, lovely!

Golden Boy (Ed with reader who likes short boys)

You loved many things about Edward Elric

His heart, far too large for his body

His spirit, akin to that of a chihuahua

His strength, proving that bigger doesn’t always mean stronger

His mind, the disastrous truths it holds

His shoulders, the way they carry his too large burden

His eyes, the embers the blaze inside them

His hands, holding yours despite the scars that litter his

His lithe frame, a grim reminder of how young you both were

Everything about him, you held dear

But most of all, out of everything about your golden boy

You loved how he fit into your arms

I was wondering if I could request Ed x fem!reader where the reader is sick and he’s gotta take care of her? Totally cool if you’re not comfy with this!

Hey there lovely! Long time no see! And of course you can! (Not very detailed so dw if you're squeamish)

Ed x sick fem!reader

When you woke up, your head was pounding. It was unlikely to be your period, so maybe you were dehydrated? Sitting up, you tried to get off the bed, only for a wave of nausea to wash over you, forcing you back down. The world spinning around you as you struggled to swallow the nausea down. It had been some time since you last felt like this.

A cool hand pressed against your forehead. Groaning, you opened your eyes, -when had you closed them again?- only to see Ed staring at you, a worried expression on his face. As he brushed your hair away from your face, you wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about, that you were fine, but the lull of sleep was too strong. And as you drifted back to sleep, a pair of lips brushed your forehead, and a gentle voice murmured against your skin.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

When you woke up again, it was to the delicious smells coming out of the kitchen. Moving to sit up, you found that it was easier than it was that morning. With the blinds drawn, and there being no clock in the room, it was impossible for you to tell the time. But from the sounds of voices in the kitchen, you figured it was almost dinner time.

“Ah! She’s awake! Ed get over here!”

You smiled at the relief that was clear as day in Al’s voice, and were content to accept the care he and your boyfriend offered you. Much like Ed, you weren’t used to being taken care of, but maybe, just this once, you’d let yourself enjoy it.

Certainly, lovely!

Tw: slight suicide idealization

Edward angst w/ fluffy end

Weak.

Pathetic.

Deformed.

Stupid.

Your fault.

He hates you.

You should just ḑ̶̛̻̜̮̣̺̼̂̌̔͜ḯ̴̢̨̨͔̗̭̬͉̞̿͝e̴̢̻̟̥̘͍̖̙̓͂̑̎̐͝

The words swirled in Edward’s mind, blocking out the world around him. They were true, weren’t they? Edward barely loved himself, why would anyone else love him? Alphonse, his little brother, suffered daily because of him. They were stuck in this situation with the homunculi because of him. How could anyone stand to look at him? He wasn’t like Alphonse, who brought the sun wherever he went. He wasn’t like Winry and Granny, who healed people. He wasn’t like Mustang and his team, who had a clear goal in mind. He wasn’t like Hughes, who pseudo-adopted kids he just met that day. He wasn’t like their teacher, who was willing to teach random kids alchemy. He wasn’t like Nina, who represented everything pure. Edward had anger issues, and blew up at people. Edward hurt everyone around him, punching without thinking. Edward’s goal was nothing more than a fairy tale. Edward was only good for making kids cry. Everyone around him was so very good. And Edward? Edward was not.

“-metal? -n you -ear me?”

The vaguely familiar voice cut through his thoughts. But the voice was all wrong. That voice was supposed to be loud and angry. That voice was supposed to be lecturing him. That voice was most definitely not supposed to be gentle. And it certainly was not supposed to sound so…. concerned? Not for Edward. Never for Edward. Not for the pipsqueak who only ever caused problems and extra paperwork. Not for the brat who was a burden on all around him. Not for the kid who was better off dead.

“-ric. -on, kid. Bre- -or me?”

There it was again. Why did that voice, Mustang, a part of his mind supplied, sound so worried? Everyone knew that Colonel Mustang and Fullmetal hated each other. So why…. why did he sound like he cared? It wasn’t as if anyone would miss him. It wasn’t as if anyone needed him. There was nothing Edward could do that someone else could not. He was only sticking around to fix his fuck up with Alphonse. He was a means to an end, nothing more.

Wasn’t he?

“Edward!”

Edward’s eyes shot open at the use of his first name. When did he even make it to Mustang’s office? And why was he using Edward’s first name? Why was he acting like he cared? It was probably a trick. It had to be. The only reason people were kind to him was if they wanted something from him. Even then, what did he have to offer? He couldn't even save one little girl. His body barely functioned, which made him a liability. And his mind was no better.

“-t true, Ed…”

Oh… Mustang had been speaking to him, hadn't he? Great. Now Mustang was probably pissed. Edward hadn’t even been pretending to listen, and it was probably the last straw. Mustang was undoubtedly done with dealing with him. He had done so much for the two brothers and got nothing in return. Edward only ever showed him disrespect, and his continued presence only endangered Mustang’s team. Hell, Edward’s search had only brought more pain. It had gotten Hughes, the closest thing Mustang had to a brother, killed. So why did Mustang continue to look out for him?

Edward vaguely registered warm arms wrapping around him, and a gentle voice whispering words that barely registered, but were comforting nonetheless. When did that happen? And when did his vision get so blurred? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he craved the warmth, and leaned into it as a hand gently brushed his hair away from his face. Glancing up, Edward was surprised to find that his eyes met Mustang’s.

‘C-Colonel…?”

Mustang only tightened the hug, his warm hands cradling through Edward’s hair. Edward opened his mouth- to ask what he was doing, to ask if he hated him? Edward wasn't sure- only to be silenced by a kiss being pressed to his forehead. Edward froze briefly at that, before collapsing into Mustang- into his father’s arms. Because that’s what the man was, wasn’t he? The reason Edward was so afraid of being hated. Because Mustang and his team were his and Alphone’s family.

“I could never hate you, Ed… you might be a brat, but you’re our brat, you hear me? None of this is your fault, kid.”

And with those words, Edward was gone. He wasn't sure how long he cried for, but he knew he was safe in Mustang’s, in his dad’s, arms.

His mind was a mess, but he was going to be okay.