last chapter, thanks to those who still care
cleverly avoiding smut
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
Neither knew or would have cared that others were watching. They were lost in each other - their smells, the natural beauty they saw in each other, the strong emotions coming with their reunion. Happy tears made their trails down the brothers' cheeks, neither caring what else happened. They were so incredibly happy just to hold each other again.
There was a rather awkward silence and Hohenheim cleared his throat. The boys jumped slightly, breaking apart at the sound. Immediately, fear flitted across Alphonse's features, and Edward tightened his grip around his brother, scowling possessively. Both wondered - just how well would their father take it?
The man took off his glasses and polished them on his dirtying shirt. "You two... how long has this gone on?"
"Since you fucking left, you asshole!"
"Ed, don't..."
"I don't fucking care what he thinks!"
"Edward." Their father's voice was stern as he approached them. Edward started to move to protect his brother, but Hohenheim was faster. He leaned down and swept his boys up into an embrace, strong arms holding them close. Both stood stiff and still, completely shocked. Even before abandoning them, their father was never one for affection. Ever.
Alphonse was the first to give in, a soft whine escaping his dry lips as he nuzzled into his father's chest, trembling slightly. Edward's throat seemed to close up, words were escaping him.
"W...what?"
"I'm sorry," Van Hohenheim apologized quietly. "I was never there for you. What I've always wanted, more than anything in the world, is just to hold you like this. And when I saw you, Alphonse, as that old armor... I thought I would never get the chance." He paused to sigh deeply as Edward gave in, melting naturally into his father's embrace. "But now, here you are, and I'm so proud of both of you. I've done too much wrong to be scolding you for your decisions. So if you are to love each other like that... so be it."
"You're not mad?"
"No, Alphonse. I could never be. Hell, I'm so happy you can even slightly forgive me."
"I don't," Edward mumbled thickly, wiping his eyes stubbornly. "Who could forgive you? Stupid old man..."
A deep chuckle rumbled from said old man's throat. "I suppose you're right, Edward. I've sinned too much, done you too much wrong. I don't expect you to."
But even though he would never admit it, somewhere, deep down, Edward knew he forgave him, because the best thing his father could have possibly done was accept their relationship as it was.
"Are you sure about this, Al?"
"I - I think so. I want to do this."
"If anything goes wrong -"
"I get it! Just get on with it!"
It was rare that Edward could hear the note of anxiety in his brother's tone - or maybe it was just too difficult to tell when it echoed through that armor. Either way, it sparked concern. Was Alphonse really ready for this? He was still getting used to his body, after all -
Alphonse's voice jerked him from his thoughts, a reprimanding tone from under him. "Ed, stop thinking so hard. You're not supposed to think."
"But -"
"I promise I'll tell you if there's a problem."
Alphonse was starting to sound irritated. Edward held his hands up in a defensive gesture. "Fine... if you're sure."
"I am."
Edward stuck his tongue out childishly at the annoyed tone and earned a small giggle from his brother as the irritation melted away. Alphonse pulled his brother down for a sweet kiss, and some of the tension left his body. Despite his nerves, despite everything society thought, despite what he had been told to believe when he was young, this felt right. They both wanted this, needed it. So they proceeded, slowly and cautiously.
In the beginning it was difficult for both of them. Both were inexperienced when it came to sex and it hurt Edward that it was causing Alphonse pain. But he did what he could to erase said pain, and before long they were both lost in the pleasure, screams and cries of ecstasy and begging for more rang through the night air.
Winry had been so kind. So unexpectedly kind, offering as a stand in for a taboo relationship a few years after they settled into domestic life.
Both men were there for her during her pregnancy. It was rough on all three of them. It was mutually decided that Edward be the one to impregnate Winry, for she and Alphonse were the ones with similar features. That way they could have the best possible match, as though Alphonse and Edward were the only ones involved, or so appeared to anyone who did not know them.
Winry's only stipulation was that she could still be in the child's life as their mother. The brothers were more than happy to grant her that right.
And so it happened that she gave birth to a little boy with thankfully few complications. Both boys were there for her, clasping her hands tightly and speaking reassurance. The child was a spitting image of the elder Elric. Winry held him in her arms and cried, in relief that she had been through this and given a healthy child, in happiness that her boy was so beautiful, in grief that it would never be as much hers as she so dearly wished it could be. But that would pass, and she would be wrong anyways. They found a nice, small place near Central, and all moved in together.
They named the child Maes, after their deceased friend, and Colonel Roy Mustang took an instant liking to the child. Maes was very fond of his Uncle Roy and Aunt Riza.
A few years later they found themselves with a little girl, and she was named Trisha. She was a daddy's girl. Papa Edward often tried to gain her affection as well, and as she learned to speak she always claimed she loved her fathers equally, but she always crawled into Alphonse's lap when he read, always helped him cook.
But more than anything, their children cared for each other, and treasured their mother more than anything in the world, at their fathers' urging. Winry often felt her heart swell with love and emotion for her kids - all four of them, as she saw Edward and Alphonse as irresponsible children. They could easily agree.
Maes showed a high interest in alchemy and Alphonse was happy to teach him. He had natural talent, like his fathers. A pang of regret occasionally hit Edward when he saw them practicing, but he took a look at his now husband, stole a quick kiss, and knew without a trace of a doubt it was completely worth it.
yeah yeah shitty last chapter again I just wanna be done with it
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