A/N OMG guys! It's been a month since I updated this! Wow, it honestly feels longer than that but it's still quite a while! XD So, anyway, my life's a bit hectic now, since my cousin's come over from England with her boyfriend! I haven't seen her in eleven years guys so you can imagine how much I freaked :'D But I was constantly agonising over it and I couldn't get myself into the right mood for writing, and now that they've come and I realised what an idiot I'd been worrying so much, I can't write because when I'm not at school I'm with them :'D I literally thought they'd think I'm such a weirdo...lol.

So anyway, here is some pointless fluff with my babies, because I kinda felt guilty for leaving your hanging for a month, even though I mentioned in the summary of this collection that it will be updated 'whenever' and not necessarily frequently.

I love my babies!

Title: Moody

Rating: T

Warning: Language and cuteness :'3

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The front door banging loudly immediately gave Roy a very accurate idea of what mood Ed was in. She walked grumpily in the house, making enough noise for him to tear his gaze away from his novel. His eyes watched curiously as his lover threw her coat on the floor and practically stomped over to the kitchen without even sparing Roy a glance.

Roy sighed, setting his novel aside and getting ready for the oncoming migraine.

When Ed returned from work like this she always tended to get annoyed twice as quick than usual, and more times than not they ended up screaming at each other. In fact, one time it had been so bad Cassie Stevenson, his seventy-year-old neighbour, had called the police, and Roy had been offended when Mrs Stevenson thought he had been the one being abused. Needless to say, he didn't want to relive the incident so he treaded carefully.

Mrs Stevenson was afraid of Edeline anyway, and her sweet Roy who had helped her on multiple occasions in the past being supposedly abused by 'that witch' had been too much for the old woman.

"Ed?" Roy asked tentatively, entering the kitchen as though entering the lion's den.

A grunt from his right caught his attention and he turned his head, staring at Ed as she rummaged through the fridge.

"What the fuck's for dinner?" she growled angrily, banging the fridge door closed, empty handed. She faced Roy and glared daggers at him, her face thunderous. "Truth help you if I have no dinner."

Roy was unable to stop from heaving another sigh, and removed the aluminium foil from a plate on the counter. "Here's your dinner, Ed."

Practically snatching the plate out of Roy's hands, she let it fall on the table and threw herself in a chair.

"Don't you want it warmed up?" Roy took a seat opposite her.

Ed grunted, mouth full. "Too hungry."

The next couple of minutes were spent in silence, Ed eating and Roy watching in amusement. He always found it humorous when Ed inhaled her food. Even though it was very rude and unladylike, Roy couldn't deny that even like this, while she was stuffing her face, she was beautiful. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, leaving only her fringe to frame her face, her golden eyes alight with annoyance. Her scowl was absolutely adorable.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" she snapped before stuffing a large piece of meat in her mouth.

Roy grinned, totally unfazed, leaning back in his chair. "You," he answered simply.

Ed snorted. "Obviously."

"You're just funny."

Ed growled and banged her fork on the plate, making Roy wince at the loud clatter. "Funny how exactly?"

He put his palms up defensively at her ominous tone. "I didn't mean it in a bad way."

Having finished with her food, Ed wordlessly stood, walking out of the kitchen and leaving Roy with the responsibility to clean up. Shaking his head, Roy stood and placed the plate in the sink before following Ed upstairs, just as the bedroom door banged shut.

He had to do something to calm her down, or they'd most likely end up having rough sex literally all night and, while that usually appealed greatly to him, he had a meeting with a General tomorrow and he really wasn't too keen on falling asleep mid-sentence.

A loud growl from inside the bedroom gave him the incentive to open the door and enter. Ed was standing in front of the mirror, tugging ruthlessly at her hair. Her face was twisted in a scowl that meant death if somebody dared to approach her. Roy watched for a few moments as the blonde tugged and pulled to determine the problem before walking over and placing a hand on hers, effectively halting her movement. Ed glared.

"What?" she spat.

Roy shook his head, lowering her hand. "You're going to ruin your hair," he said calmly.

Ed snorted. "See if I care, the hair band's stuck."

She tugged once more for emphasis and Roy gently moved her hand away before grasping the hair band tangled in her golden locks.

"Let me do it or you're going to rip all your wonderful hair out."

Ed huffed but relinquished, crossing her arms petulantly as Roy fiddled with her hair. Slowly, Roy's fingers managed to untangle the hair band, and he placed it on the bedside table before taking the time to run his fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp. He was sure he was easing a headache right now.

A soft, pleased noise escaped Ed's throat and her body visibly relaxed, the tension leaving her shoulders. She leaned against Roy's front as his fingers worked their magic. She watched him in the mirror before shutting her eyes, her arms slowly coming to wrap around his waist from behind, silent.

Roy leaned down to her ear, making sure his voice was low and his fingers never paused in their calming movement. "Can you tell me what's gotten you so moody?"

Ed sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. Roy's fingers suddenly ceased their soothing rhythm, and his arms wrapped around her waist, making hers move to rest on his forearm.

"I'm just pissed with how bossy that guy is," she grumbled. "How dare he shout at me for rolling my eyes at him! I mean, he was talking complete bullshit!"

Roy's brow furrowed before he nuzzled her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent that had long since pervaded his whole house. He immediately knew who 'that guy' was. Ed frequently came home complaining about her boss, telling him how much of a cocky bastard he was. "Just ignore him. You're doing your job, aren't you? If you are then he can't do much against you."

"Yeah, I know that." Ed sighed and Roy placed a heartfelt kiss on her jaw. "It's just so fucking irritating. I want to punch his lights out every time I see his ugly face."

Roy's arms tightened noticeably around her and he caught her gaze in the mirror. "Don't, or he'll have a very good incentive to remove you from the project. You know he's just jealous of your capabilities. You've been working there for much less time than he has and yet you've been given projects of much higher significance than his. He only has a slight advantage because he's a Colonel and you're a Major."

Ed hummed, but didn't offer a verbal response. They remained quiet until Roy's eyes rested on the brush on the bedside table and he smiled, releasing Edeline.

"Come on. Sit on the bed and I'll brush your hair."

Finally, a smile stretched Ed's face unbidden, and she shook her head fondly at her lover. "I honestly never thought you'd enjoy playing with my hair."

Roy pouted, sitting cross-legged on the bed. "I have many sisters, too many. I've been doing their hair ever since I was a tiny kid. You really can't blame me."

Ed chuckled – thank goodness, her good mood seemed to be back – and she seated herself on the mattress in front of Roy. Immediately she felt his hand grasp a few locks before gently running the brush through them.

Roy loved Ed's hair. Ed had found that out quite early in their relationship. Whenever she was preoccupied with something, whether that was a book as she sat on the couch or if she was thinking while lying in bed with him, Roy's hands would somehow always find a way into her hair. Even when she was cooking, he'd come behind her and start braiding it. Ed got really annoyed sometimes while others she accepted it and leaned into his touch. That had helped Roy tremendously with gauging her mood.

Ed's hair was soft and thin, the strands slipping through his fingers effortlessly, like silk. Whenever he could, Roy offered to brush her hair, and he savoured every moment of it. It was just so precious.

For him, it was moments like these he cherished the most. Somehow, this trust and affection felt much more intimate than any dance between the sheets.

Running his fingers from her scalp to the end of her waist, where her hair ended, he felt a content smile tug on his lips.

"I love your hair," he confessed needlessly. Of course she knew that, but he still felt the need to remind her every once in a while.

"I know," was her soft reply. He could hear her smile.

His neighbours had no idea; Ed wasn't the witch they thought her to be. He didn't care what they said. Ed was soft and caring, and would definitely help someone who needed her – she'd turn her back on no-one.

"I can't stand to see you abuse it like you do sometimes. You rip it all out."

She snorted, craning her neck to glance at him. "Sorry," she drawled, apparently amused.

Roy didn't reply, trailing the brush down her long hair instead. He tugged at some knots but made sure not to hurt her and, of course, not to damage her hair.

"Shall I braid it?" he asked, holding all her hair in one hand.

Ed shrugged, leaning against his front and craning her neck to nip at his jaw. "Do you want to?"

Roy grinned, pulling her closer as he shamelessly admitted, "I do."

His blonde lover nodded, suppressing a smile as she let Roy separate her hair into three sections. He manoeuvred each section and the braid slowly came together.

"I like your hair," he said again, tying the end of the braid with a flourish. "It's so easy to manage."

Ed stared at him teasingly. "I thought you loved it?"

Roy smiled. "I do." Fingering the braid, he slung it over her shoulder so it rested against her front. "Perfect."

Ed grinned, quickly giving him a chaste kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for the magnificent hairstyle, Mr. Mustang," she teased, smirking.

Roy's lips twitched into a smirk of his own almost involuntarily. "Never cut your hair, Miss Elric."

Getting up joyfully, Ed turned to him, but her smirk had turned mischievous and Roy narrowed his eyes.

Cocking her head to the side cutely, she chirped, her smirk stuck on her face, "I'll remember that when I return from the hairdresser's tomorrow."

Roy only had time to gape before she ran downstairs, laughing the whole way.

A/N Ed is such a meanieee. hahah XD Roy loving Ed's hair is a quite popular head canon, and yes, it's mine too - I have about a million head canons, there's no way that I won't have this one, right!? :D

With this unwanted break I've had from writing I've kinda gotten out of it and I have to get used to it again so bear with me. XD I've got a few more of these little fics almost written (and yes I know I have those requests damn it I've not forgotten) so I hope I'll find some time to finish them off. :)

In the meantime, if you're desperate for your unhealthy dose of RoyFem!Ed I've posted a couple of long fics that can keep you going lol (shameless self-advertising is shameless) XDDD I know how I can get when I've not gotten my dose...Though my dose consists of writing about my babies, not reading. That doesn't satisfy me enough because I can't find many well-written ones...I have to dig really deep for that...