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(( AHHH STOP YELLING AT ME!!!

If you are talking about a specific question you’ve asked me, I have over 30 asks in my box and I get more everyday. I answer them in order unless I feel one demands immediate response, such as this one. If you are waiting for an answer, it is on the way.

I’m sol with notes too sometimes if you are talking fan mail or a question for me

Also, since you’re anon…I don’t know what questions are your’s.

Hope I answered your question? ))

“Oh yeah, you bet there have been.”

“You make it sound as though it happens often.”

“Fine, you win, I’ll correct myself. We don’t get into very many fights. But yes, some of them have ended in sex. One day when I was particularly down and kept complaining about myself, pointing out all my flaws, Roy got so fed up cuz I wouldn’t listen to reason, so he kind of forced himself on me so that I would shut up.”

“Ah, yes, I had nearly forgotten. What could I have done? You kept going on about how worthless and disappointing you were and how I deserved so much better. No matter what I said you just kept rejecting all of it, so I decided to show you how I felt.”

“No, that was fine. Honestly, I don’t know what was wrong with me. Then there was the time in the office, after you got injured. I was so mad and relieved at the same damn time that I just jumped your bones. Then the night you blew up at me, asking why I was so against having kids. You were so sweet and pathetic crawling into bed, saying what a selfish monster you had been.”

“I was truly awful to you. And for what? To cover up my own insecurity?”

“Psh, it’s fine. Yeah, we’ve only fought a handful of times, but it always turns out to be worth it.”

“Right?” Edward asks with a weak smile to indicate that he wasn’t so serious, but failing to hide how much he agrees, “Always asking about rape and death or why Roy and I are together. Always going on about my past or how I should be with Winry…I swear I don’t know how I put up with you guys sometimes.”

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Edward looks away, obviously aggravated by the memory, “Roy and I had a little date that night. I guess there had been this waiter gawking at me all night, but I hadn’t noticed. As we finished up, Roy was waiting for the bill and I decided to go to the bathroom. As I was walked there, he bumped into me, slipping a paper into my pocket with his number on it. I was embarrassed, but just decided to ignore him and headed into the men’s room. I guess he didn’t realize that it was because I was a man and took it as a sign that I was horny or something. As I’m standing at the urinal, he comes walking in and says ‘So, weren’t too happy with your date then, huh?’ I turned, he saw I was clearly a man, and we both just froze.”

“He started apologizing profusely, swearing it was a mistake and he was sorry to have bothered me, and he thought I was a woman. I couldn’t say anything. I was just stunned. But I think he mistook that as judgment so he started proclaiming that he wasn’t gay, he would never do something like that to a man, that he was even disgusted that he could make such a mistake.”

Roy’s expression dropped as he heard the last part of Edward’s explanation, not aware of exactly what the waiter had said.

“I guess he’d kept me in there a while because Roy came in to check on me. The guy saw Roy’s uniform and freaked out and left. When Roy asked what had happened, I just told him that the waiter thought I was a woman.”

“Edward…why didn’t you tell me?”

“Wasn’t important. What were you going to do anyway? Follow him out and say ‘You hurt my boyfriend’s feelings?’”

“Besides,” Edward smiled, “It doesn’t really matter. So don’t worry.”

“It vastly depends upon the situation. If it’s something that can be talked through, I listen to him closely and give him my honest opinion or impression of the situation, though doing so gently. If it’s something he doesn’t want to talk about or something that makes him anxious or tense, I often hold him and sit silently with him, sometimes for hours. If he is angry or frustrated, I give him some time and space to himself until he’s worked through his aggression in whatever way he sees fit. And in times when he is self-conscious or beating himself up over something, I make a point to tell him how mistaken he is by complimenting him. There is never one cure-all that works, with anybody, but those are some of the things I do to support Edward when he needs it.”

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“Well, I’m not sure I would call it a miracle, but yeah…I’m pretty lucky that it worked out.”

“You’re the lucky one? Strange, I thought that I was.”

“Pay no attention to him. Roy’s been trying to get in my pants all day,” Edward says with a sigh, “The day I realized that I loved Roy was during one of his days off. We stayed in and just had a quiet day together; breakfast in bed, loafing around on the couch, talking and joking around while we downed a few drinks. I had my head on his lap while he told me this story of how when he was a kid he would sneak into his Aunt’s bar and always try to impress the ladies that worked there. His Aunt used it as an opportunity to teach him how to properly act around women, but he just liked making them smile. I don’t know why, but as I watched him and felt the warmth of his lap, saw the rosy tint of his cheeks as he got drunk…it was so comfortable. I finally realized that with Roy, I let all of my walls down. I was just myself. I didn’t try to impress him or make him feel a certain way. He already knew exactly who I was and what I had been through. It felt like I finally found my place. And I never wanted to leave it.”

“How am I supposed to top that,” Roy asked, his smile all to modest in comparison to how heartwarming he found Edward’s explanation. 

“Please, I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

“The moment I realized that I loved Edward was when we actually admitted our feelings for each other. He had fallen asleep in my arms, but I was unable to take my eyes off of him. Once we had both confessed our true feelings, I no longer had to hold my emotions back. So I just watched him as he laid against my chest, thinking of when we had first met and how I watched him grow into a truly amazing individual. And now that he was beside me, I realized how relived and thankful I felt. He was no longer just a part of my past, or some repressed and closeted want. I could finally wrap my arms around him, feel his warmth without shame or regret. That night I was more at peace than ever before.”

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“No need to be shy! Thanks for saying it! Nice to know there are some kind supporters out there!”

Roy broods as he thinks of the disorder, “I don’t. Every so often I will have nightmares about the past, but not much more than that. Edward however…I believe he does. His dreams are terrifying to say the least. He often will sit, staring off into the distance. When I notice him doing so, if I call out to him or touch him gently, he jumps, almost as if he were afraid. And if anyone mentions one of the more horrifying events that have happened in his life, he will appear to have flashbacks, getting pulled back into the memory as if it had only taken place the previous day. I’ve tried to talk him into seeing a doctor or therapist, but he always brushes it off.”

Edward dawns an irritated look, “Uh…is this a question? Because to me it sounds more like fallacy. I’ve never loved Winry like that, only like a sister. I love Roy Mustang, okay? If you have another question that is based in reality, or if I’ve mistaken what you were really trying to ask, then feel free to ask me again, but if that’s your attempt of hurting me or correcting my behavior, nice try.”

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“What a fascinating concept,” Roy mulls over the question, “However, the answer is no. Though I’d hate to be mistaken, I am attached to Alphonse. He’s very warm-hearted and makes for good company, in fact I can’t recall a single time when I’ve been disappointed or angry with him, but he and Edward are still very different from one another.” 

“Physically, I am more attracted to Edward. His build, appearance, how he carries himself. In regard to personality, Edward and I have an almost electric chemistry. In the same moment I can be so completely fed up with him because of his temper, stubbornness, and blunt honesty, but he somehow manages to make it all seem charming. I don’t think Alphonse would challenge or complicate me in the way Edward does.”

“Maybe this answer seems convoluted, but, in short, I’m not so sure Alphonse and I would get on that well romantically. Not to mention the fact that Alphonse seems to have no interest in men.”

Edward looks toward Roy, hesitant but intrigued by the possibility. He hadn’t heard anything about gay marriage being legalized, or homosexuality being accepted for that matter.

“Perhaps it has been wherever you derive from,” Roy began, his tone dry, “but I can assure you, it is still not legal in Amestris. I would be among one of the first to know.”

Ed bows his head once he’s heard Roy confirm the suspicions he had about the news. “Eh…another day then…”