So I've had this plot in my mind for way to long and finally decided to attempt writing it.
As unfortunate as it is, I own nothing.
Breaking into Platform 9 ¾ is indeed frowned upon by the Ministry Of Magic.
Screams of terror were all he could hear. Glancing around the red-stained field in dismay, he searched for that one person who would immediately put him at ease…. There! Over on the left…NO! Panic coursed through him as he realized that one person was doubling over. Running over to the falling body, he vaguely realized he was screaming his name in absolute terror. Desperately pleading for this person to not leave him all alone. He can't be dead…. He can't be dead…. He can't be dead! He chanted in his head willing his thoughts to become reality. He finally reached the fallen body…
Ed shot up in bed, moaning in panic. His eyes appeared slightly glazed over, his arms reaching out for that body so vividly painted in his mind. "Damn." He whispered once clear of the dreams hold. "That's the third time this week." Ed moaned, placing his head in his hands. True to his words, Ed has had the very same dream for three nights in a row. Always on a bloodstained field, always searching for that one person… always running to the body, but unable to reach them. Lifting his head off his hands he turned his gaze to the person lying beside him. The man sleeping so peacefully was replaced by the image depicted in his dream. Just the thought of losing him made tears well up in his eyes. Sucking in deep breaths he calmed himself down. "He's not dead. He's not dying. He's fine." Ed shook his head briefly attempting to clear the remaining effects of the dream from his head.
Unable to help himself, Ed laid back down and snuggled (though Ed would deny it.) into Roy's side. Unconsciously, Roy wrapped his arms around Eds' slighter frame, sufficiently tucking Ed in beside him. This action caused Ed to give a watery smile before closing his eyes and falling asleep for the second time that night.
"Mmm" Ed slowly became aware of the gentle stroking on his back. "Morning Roy." Ed all but purred in content.
"Good Morning Ed." A kiss on his forehead, "Sleep well?" the innocent question had Ed biting his lip. He wanted to tell his lover about the dream, but he didn't want Roy to worry over something so silly. After all, it's just a dream right? Finally Ed nodded his head slowly, playing off the delay with sleepiness.
Roy nodded absent mindedly back, his hand still rubbing Ed's back in comfort. Giving Ed a short morning kiss, Roy lifted himself off the bed and began to stretch.
"Pancakes sound alright Ed?" Roy asked while pulling on a pair of sleeping pants. Ed stretched lazily on the bed.
"Sounds… delicious." Ed gave a small smirk making Roy laugh lightly.
"Pancakes it is then."
Five minutes later Ed was still in bed awaiting his fluffy breakfast cakes. Roy always made the best pancakes… one of the only foods he didn't manage to burn beyond recognition. Which is why Ed flew from the bed when he began smelling the telltale sign of burning food.
"Roy? You're burning the pancakes!" Ed roared in fake outrage while entering their tiny kitchen. As soon as he passed the doorframe, Ed was drowning in the stuffy and suffocating atmosphere. "Roy?" Ed asked meekly. The kitchen was empty. "ROY?" Ed called again rushing to the stove in attempt to rescue the pancakes only to trip over an empty syrup bottle. In the second Eds' foot touched the bottle, Edward Elric vanished into thin air.
So.. this is my first attempt at anything like this, so any feedback you have is welcomed :)
