Ed lied. Al would say he "neglected the truth"; Roy himself would probably say "withheld relevant intel", but what it is is a lie. And a lie for self-protection – in the desperate hopes of being loved – is still a lie; still wrong; still detestable. A thousand of those lies will only carry you so far, because someday, someone who cares – who genuinely fucking /cares/ about the reason, about you – will notice that you go frozen when they stroke their hand meaningfully down your spine.

Okay I’m sorry for leaving this in my inbox for so long but I’m finally at my PC so I can post this properly!!! 

anyway my reaction to this is [EXTREMELY LOUD YELLING] 

you based this on my URL??? which is?? honestly the nicest thing?? 

I’ve been having a lot of feelings abt ace ed lately and this was the best thing that could have possibly happened to me. 

honestly bless the royed fairies. my week/month/LIFE has been made. 

"Are you going to be a good girl for me?" Roy growled from behind Ed, and Ed could hear the smirk in his voice. The skirt was hiked up, flipped up to leave him exposed. His lipstick was smeared, his feet aching from the elevation of the high heels, and the sensation of the thigh-highs pressed into his legs. A keening noise escaped Ed's lips as Roy added the fifth finger, finally working the entire hand in. "You /are./ Look at you, darling, opening up so beautifully for me. Who would have

CROSSDRESSING AND FISTING? DFSDF HOT DAMN

Ed's fingers gripped the armrests of Roy's office chair, and it was everything he could do not to reach out and grab Roy's waist. That would displease Roy a fucking /ton./ For his part, Roy was gloriously naked on top of him, one knee on each side of Ed's waist, fucking himself enthusiastically on Ed's aching cock. But Ed knew better than to touch, not unless—ah, fuck, /there/ it was, Roy's lips on his, his tongue sliding into Ed's mouth with a moan. He pulled back with a gasp, Ed gasping as

well, eyes wide as he looked up at Roy. “So, Fullmetal,” the voice rang out, deceptively casual. “I believe you have a report to give me.” Ed took a deep, shaky breath, trying to keep his own voice calm—with dubious success. “Yes, sir,” he choked out. “I’ll do that immediately.” ~The Royed Fairies

- !!!  you are spoiling me!!!!!  my night has been made (and i am hella inspired too).  i absolutely adore this project.  thank you so much for doing this for us!!!

Ed jokes all the time about shutting Mustang up. Usually, he means with his fist or his boot, but this has become his favorite. It surprises him, the powerful man with his smart mouth and straight posture, bent before him. Sweet Truth, the Flame Alchemist is an incredible cocksucker. Those full lips wrap around him, getting redder as he bobs his head up and down. Even though Ed's hand is firmly fisted in his hair, Roy needs little encouragement to move. Every time he goes down to the base, -more

he practically chokes himself, and Ed spasms every time Roy’s throat convulses around his dick. “Fuck, you’re pretty like this, Roy,” he groans, and his voice sounds dirty and praising in one go. “That’s it, get down on it, swallow it. Y'like that, don’t you?” Dark eyes flutter up to look up at Ed through his lashes, dark and wet. Ed’s not going to take long tonight, this is too fucking good. He’s going to make Roy take all of him, going to spill down his throat.And maybe while he’s still gagging on Ed’s seed, Ed will push him back and climb on top of him. That’s what they both want, and that’s what they’re going to get. -The RoyEd Fairies

if only you could see my dumbass grin while i read this.  aaaaaaa thank you so fuckin much you sweet smut angel.

The blood spatters across the man's face, leaving him shocked and disgusted. Ed grins viciously, the same blood coating his teeth. "Ain't a fuckin' chance you're gonna be able to use me against him. He knows I can take care of my goddamn self." The man standing across from Ed narrowed his eyes, leaning in, doing his best to be menacing. "Mustang will do anything for you, and we know it. Seeing a picture of his lover chained and tortured? We'll have the weapons we need before the week is up." Ed

the royed fairies fuckin deliver!!!! someone should… wink wonk, write this… and add some… electrical automail torture… just sayin…. JUST SAYIN!!!!!! 

ps i love that lockpicks in braid thing i need to point it out bc its fucking awesome

Ed thought that it would be awkward, riddled with arguments and insults, plagued with regret. He couldn't be more wrong. Roy was older, more accepting of the whims of lust and experienced in the art of passion. He never hesitated, he invested every fiber of his being in the act and Ed was never left with a moment to mutter a coherent word. All that power at his fingertips but it all slipped from his grasp as soon as Roy's hands rolled over his body and kisses and nips followed- RoyEd Fairy

This is so much my jam I’m gonna put it in a jar and spread it on toast every fucking morning.

Thank you, RoyEd Fairies!!!!

his fingers into it and reaching over to smooth it over Roy's cheeks. The liquid was more gel than Roy had expected, and surprisingly cool. He closed his eyes and sighed with relief as it eased the stinging, and Ed laughed fondly as Roy began to lean into his hand. "Yeah, there you go. Who knows what you'd do without me. Next time, asshole, just wear some goddamn sunscreen." ~The Royed Fairies

"Ed." Roy's strangled voice catches Ed's attention immediately. Something is wrong. Something is /very/ wrong. He's over by Roy's side in an instant. "What? What is it?" Roy is holding their wedding album. That... that can't be good. At all. "Have you seen this?" "Our wedding pictures? I mean, I was there. I remember you wouldn't fuckin' put me down half the time—" "Edward." Uh oh; full name in a non-sexy way. "Come look at this." Ed steps over and glances down at where Roy's finger is pointing.

Okay, first of all, THANK YOU!!!

I was so excited to get a gift from the RoyEd Fairies, and this was wonderful!

Secondly, this is literally so endearing to me on a personal level. My wife is the Ed of our writing, so that usually makes me the Roy. I believe “Yeah, but I’m terrible with dates and shit!” is probably literally a direct quote from her (and her muse). We banter all the time about how I remember dates better than she does, and our wedding even got pushed back a day because we didn’t have all our paperwork the first time we went down to the courthouse to get the license. This is so perfect and special to me, thank you!

(Also, you know Riza knew what day it was the whole time and suffered their idiocy for nine years, painfully giving them their gift or card on the wrong day all that time.)

Ed's always been the one complimented on his hair—why the fuck, though? Out of the two of them, he thought that people had to be fucking blind to hone in on his. Yeah, it was nice and yellow (Roy called it "the molten gold of the sun, and just as rare," whatever the fuck that meant), but they had to be as blind as Roy had once been to think that /Ed's/ hair was the nicer of the two. Clearly they barely glanced at Roy's, never saw how /soft/ it was, how silky, how it felt like feathers under your

fingertips. How, when it was wet after he had gotten stuck in the rain (or with sweat, after they had fucked each other silly), it spiked charmingly, ramping up that goddamn irresistable casually mussed look even more. /Goddamn./ Or how it felt under Ed’s cheek, when Roy’s head was buried in his chest, or neck, or the way it tickied his lips as Ed panted into it, eyes closed, forehead pressed against Roy—

On second thought, Ed was perfectly okay with keeping Roy’s hair /all/ to himself. ~The Royed Fairies

GET IT ED

"You pick the weirdest fucking habits." Ed's voice is threaded with irritation as he watches Roy, in a tank top and a formfitting pair of pants, bend slowly to the ground, touching his toes, ass very much in the air. It's a really fucking nice ass, but he isn't going to say that, not when all of the furniture in the parlor room of the Fuhrer's mansion has been shoved to the sides, some of it even stacked on top of each other. True, Ed had done the same thing in another of the rooms a while back,

Ahh I love it! Thank you so much!! This is perfect and you are amazing and wonderful!

There are times that Ed gets this look in his eye, this far-off, weary stare that consumes him. Roy is familiar with it, and the feeling that it entails, because he gets the feeling too, though he's better at hiding the look. They work too hard, the both of them, and sometimes one, or the other, or both, just need to let go. There's something freeing about the dip in the skin around Ed's wrist where the rope digs in, the ache at the bit between his teeth, the way he tries to arch and just CAN'T,

Dear Royed Fairies,

Sorry I sat on this so long!  First of all, I just really liked having it in my inbox; second, I wanted to make sure that I was posting it when I had the energy to respond to it properly.

So: thank you.  Those words aren’t big enough, but they’re about the best I’ve got.  This project is, to me, the whole point of what fandom should be about, which gets lost so often that most people don’t even remember a time where they felt like their corner of the place was fun and inclusive and generous and vibrantly alive.  So many of us are on autopilot now; we don’t expect excitement anymore.  We don’t expect strangers to go out of their way to make other people’s days a little brighter with the power of their own creativity… without hoping to gain anything of equal value in return. XD

Thank you – thank you for reminding me and so many others that a spirit like that can and does exist in a little quadrant of the internet that gets what feels like a disproportionate amount of hate.  Thank you for inspiring other people to remember that part of themselves, and contribute things, and feel incorporated, and appreciated, and glad to be here.  Thank you for using the vastness and the anonymity of the internet for good.  Thank you for all of the hard work behind the scenes that has to go into something like this, and for all of the smiles you’ve brought to people’s faces all over the world.

You are awesome. ♥

If anybody wants a Royed fairy of their VERY OWN, reblog this post!  The blog also collects all of the fairy fics, so you can read them all in one place if you want. :D

Roy thought it was going to be temporary, because Roy thought Ed was going to resent a sad, wet, fuzzy-faced little interloper mucking around in his the specifically-scattered layout of his life. Roy thought maybe Ed would interpret it as Roy replacing him; Roy thought maybe Ed would hazard that somehow he wasn't enough. The one thing Roy did not consider was that Ed might bond with the emaciated golden mutt in an /instant/ and refuse to be parted from it from that day forward.

Thank you so much! This was really lovely to receive on such a bad day thank you

They meet for the first time on the subway. Ed is running late to his crappy internship--he'd been picking Al up from a friend's, completely unnecessary but Ed /worries/--while Roy was just on his way to the Hughes' for a Mandatory Monthly Dinner. The car was /packed/, and Ed had a problem. Some discriminating /idiot/ made the bars too high--just low enough for a /normal person/ to reach, but high enough that he'd look like an /idiot/ if he tried. So Ed stood there, stubborn, trying not to sit

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Thanks, I needed something to smile at today and it means a lot that at least one of you thought of me.