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Warning Signs
By Mint Pizza Queen
Edward should've known better than to ignore the warning signs. He's ignored many before, and still, he had yet to learn his lesson. Now, everytime he became ignorant, the signs would chase him around or stalk him and when the time was right, come right up behind him and bite him on the ass.
The first sign was when he caught himself up before his lover making breakfast and a pot of coffee. So it was a nice gesture. However, Ed wasn't the type to even make breakfast for himself.
It had all started one morning when Roy accidentally slept in and Ed found that the only way to pry an oversleeping Mustang from bed was with the smell of bacon and eggs.
Unfortunately for himself, he picked it up almost as if it were a bad habit and began rising at absurd hours just to make a warm meal and a thing of coffee for Roy.
The next warning sign was when he was doing laundry. So every man needs his laundry done. But do you see men walking outside with a basket of freshly cleaned sheets and hang them up—whilst wearing an apron? Now, there may have been a few men out there that did that, but Edward Elric was not one of those men. Hell, he wouldn't even wash his own bleeping clothes. He'd use alchemy to fix that.
Now, every Sunday, he'd find himself washing Mustang's uniform, sun drying it when the weather was right, and then take them in and iron them to perfection. How it started, he was clueless to. When it would stop, he didn't know. Nevertheless, he did find it somewhat relaxing, and he'd catch himself humming tunes as he scrubbed the fabric.
A third warning sign was when it was time to clean up after dinner. He'd clear the dishes off the table and put on that same apron from laundry duty, as well as a pair of latex gloves, and be standing in front of the sink, humming, as he'd clean off the dishes. Every now and then, his lover would walk in and chuckle with a smart remark or two that Ed had no retort to.
The last warning sign was during the evening when his lover would come home. He'd stand in the living room at the same time every evening and listen closely for the sounds of footsteps. When he'd hear the thumping, he would clasp his hands and wait for the door to open. The door would open, and the face of his lover would appear smiling.
Roy would announce his arrival, and Ed would glide to him with arms open and wrap them around him, kiss him a few times and ask about his day at work. He'd get a reply, as well as a playful pinch on the butt and he'd let out a squeal. Roy would drop his jacket and briefcase of paperwork onto the stand, sweep the blonde off his feet, and carry him into the kitchen where they'd sit for dinner.
Dinner, ironically mentioned because that's when everything hit Edward full force in the face. He was in the middle of eating his pasta when he realized all the things that had been happening, finally noticed the warning signs, and finally knew what was becoming of him.
Roy was sitting across from the frozen Edward and waved a hand in front of his face. "Ed? Ed? Are you okay?" He snapped his ungloved hand a few times to try to snap him out of it. When he was about to toss a glass of water into the blonde's face, Ed spoke softly.
"I can't believe it."
"Believe what? What's wrong?" Roy tilted his head worriedly.
Ed chuckled. "I don't believe it, and I doubt you would either, but, I've become the freaking female of this relationship."
End