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Prompt: Heat Wave
Edward hauled the front door open and took one step outside before he recoiled back with a hiss, and quickly stepped back inside to slam the door closed with some muttered but heartfelt cursing.
“Ed?” Roy hurried around the corner wearing a look of concern, already having slipped his gloves onto his hands at the sound of his husband swearing after slamming the door, “what’s wrong?”
“Must be a heat wave,” Edward said with intense distaste, “absolutely no fucking way am I going out in that.”
Roy relaxed, and with a coy smile he crept up behind the blond to encircle his husband’s waist with his hands and pull Edward firmly in against his body and lower his mouth to Edward’s ear, “well then… it seems we’re both taking the day off today - back to bed with you.”
Prompt: Cold Front
“It’s okay, I’m right here,” Edward whispered comfortingly as he knelt in the corner next to where Roy sat slumped, his arms tightly around his lover and his head buried in Roy’s neck.
Roy didn’t respond, he never did. This happened every time a rare cold front moved through Central, plummeting the temperature and blanketing the city in thick snow; Roy would find himself trapped in the memories of waiting for years for Edward in that lonely cabin in the north, lonely and heartbroken and broken.
And Edward would unfailingly sit with him, tempt food into him, eventually cajole him back into bed where he’d continue to hold Roy close until the weather warmed. “I’m never leaving you again,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against Roy’s neck.
Prompt: Clouds
Roy hated cloudy days. There was a point in his life where he hadn’t hated clouds. A time where he’d welcomed the shade, and a break from the relentless glare of the sun. But one obnoxiously bright and sunny day sometime after Edward had turned seventeen, Roy had a life-changing epiphany: Edward’s hair was gorgeous gleaming golden in the sunlight.
From that day on, Roy hated cloudy days.
Prompt: Thunderstorm
Roy groaned as the lights in his office flickered and then died entirely, all the ambient noise that normally filled Headquarters going silent and leaving them with only the booming of thunder, the whip-crack of lightning, and the rapid smack of rain against the windows. “I was almost fucking done,” he groaned and tried to focus his tired eyes on the report he’d been reviewing - the text little more than formless shapes in the darkness.
Edward couldn’t help but huff in a tiny bit of amusement, but soon enough a smirk slipped across his lips. He stood from where he was sprawled on the sofa and made his way through the dark office to where Roy sat, “then I suppose I’m the only thing left to entertain you.”
Roy barely had time to process the words before his chair was being abruptly turned to face Edward, and his subordinate dropped gracefully to his knees - and Roy’s last coherent thought was that he hoped this thunderstorm lasted a long time.
Prompt: Tornado
“Edward Fucking Elric!” Roy shouted in aggravation out the roof access door of Headquarters, “when I told you that Headquarters is tornado-proof, I wasn’t including the fucking rooftop!”
Edward rolled his eyes and continued to stare in amazement at the massive funnel cloud that had touched down just outside the city, spinning wildly as it moved across the ground, tearing up everything in its wake, “it’s not headed this way, come here and watch this with me, it’s amazing!”
Roy often wanted to wrap his hands around Edward’s neck and throttle the stubborn brat, and now was no exception; but even so, he did find himself walking over to stand next to the blond and watch, “tornadoes remind me of you - the destruction.”
Edward only smirked.
Prompt: Misty
Upon waking, Roy was confused as to where Edward was until he happened to glance out their bedroom window: the world beyond it cloaked in a fine layer of mist. With a smile he pulled his robe on over his naked body and made his way downstairs, out the back door, and across the grass to the hammock Edward sat in.
Edward instantly shifted over so that Roy could join him in the hammock, and then cuddled up against his side, “perfect timing,” he whispered as Roy’s arm came around his shoulders to hold him.
Together they watched the sun finally crest the horizon, painting the mist around them in every shade of gold imaginable. And when Roy inevitably commented that it was nothing so beautiful as Edward, the blond only smiled and pushed Roy down into the hammock before carefully climbing on top of him.
Prompt: Sunshine
“So where is that one section of the beach,” Edward asked Hawkeye quietly as he, along with the entirety of Mustang’s team including Roy himself, walked from their lakeside resort hotel down towards the water.
“Off to the left, just keep walking until you see the signs,” Riza told him with a smile, and waved Edward off as the blond grinned at her while mentioning something about taking advantage of all this sunshine, and promptly broke away from the others.
“Wait, where’s he going?” Roy asked with a frown, eyes tracking his youngest subordinate as Edward hurried away.
“There’s a nude section of the beach,” Riza revealed, and was not at all surprised when Roy abruptly took off after Edward - she only smirked and hoped that whatever Roy was about to do wouldn’t get them tossed out of the resort.
Prompt: Atmosphere
Ever since Edward had returned from that other world, Roy couldn’t help but notice that something about the blond-haired man was off. It was still the same Edward, that much he knew with every fiber of his being - it was his Edward. And yet… there was something in the immediate air around Edward, something that Roy could feel when they were close, when they were touching, when they were gasping out in pleasure late at night. There was something charged… some sort of power - energy, that enveloped Edward. Edward had been irreversibly altered, somehow, by his passages between worlds… and he hoped that Edward never noticed how it made Roy’s skin prickle in an unease he couldn’t shake.
Prompt: Lightning
Roy genuinely startled at the unexpected pounding on his front door, and was frowning as he made his way over to answer it - because who the fuck was out in a storm like this?! He opened the door and was given barely half a second to register who was on the other side of it before they were shoving past him - absolutely drenched.
Edward was shivering as a steady stream of water poured off of him, and he looked up at Roy with wide eyes, “please - just until the lightning stops? I - I don’t want to die because of lightning, all this metal and I - please?”
Roy shut the door, and flipped the lock as he never once took his eyes off the delectable vision of his soaking wet subordinate, “might be a while… let’s get you out of those wet clothes, Edward.”