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Hello. Just started out on Livejournal, went looking for WrathxAl. I got more towards friendship, slash is nice as well, all in all, they're just excellent.
I've posted a wildly differing drabble and short fic featuring Al and Wrath; hope you like them. I've got some more Al and Wrath stories focusing on one or the other on FFN, where I'm Danny Barefoot.
1: Replacement
“Does it hurt bad?”
“What don’t?”
Wrath looked away. Winry had been wiring the last nerve in his stumps when Al had crept into the operating room.
“When Brother got his-”
“Well, he screamed when I took his limbs.” Wrath giggled faintly, “I guess-”
Winry broke off her work to slap him. Inside his body, Al felt cold.
Wrath touched his own cheek.
“Warm…
He shut his eyes;
“Not coming back…”
Alphonse remembered his Sin. The consequence for Brother-he'd forgotten. Plain slipped his mind. No help. Except to grip Wrath’s hand and wish his flesh could feel what wasn't there.
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2: First Crush
“Life is useless-in fact, its hell! And so much left-seventy years before a welcome grave…”
“Cumon, Al,” Wrath muttered, trying to walk along the wall Alphonse was slumped against. “Only been two years-”
“No, Ed’s definately coming back! But, I’ll never…she…”
“What?”
Through an eruption of tears, Wrath gathered that some girl or other, with family and cat, had just moved in down the road. Apparently, she was fourteen, and could cook.
“At number 16? Brown hair? Think she waved at me as I came down.” A fresh deluge from the young alchemist mystified Wrath still further.
He was about to ask whether his own mother and Winry weren’t as many mothers as Al could need. Then he recalled an overhead conversation between soldiers on the Ishbal border.
“So-she’s said she don’t like you?”
“I know she wouldn’t like me!”
“Fair enough. Now, I’d just forget about it-girls only go off with your best mate, or turn into mothers and die when you don’t want them to…”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Wrath, I know you’d think that…but she’s so kind, and, and gorgeous and wonderful; I can’t help it! I’ve written poems to her and everything!” Al’s head fell to his knees, “But if I ever tried talking, I couldn’t say any of the biggest things I’ve done. And I’ve got to tell her all about who I am, before anything else-it hurts too much…”
Wrath was getting a bit confused. Especially about what was so bad about all this.
“Wouldn't she stop you working on alchemy?” He clutched at a straw, “You’d have to, um, do what she said, and hug her all the time…”
“I know! I’m boring…but I’d do what she said! And I always try to be nice! If she asked me to hug her, I’d do that too! If only Brother were here-”
“Alright, listen to this. I go talk to her, and, um, amaze her by being unkillable and having Automail, so we get married. After a bit, she gets angry that I’m going off all the time-I start hitting her, and stuff. Then-you stumble in as she’s lying in a puddle of blood and tears, you tend her injuries, do all the nice you want; she thinks you’re the best. And then-” Wrath lowered his voice, “-you do Whatever.”
Al’s mouth hung open.
“Then I find out, and kill both of you off. Or maybe just her. Problem solved.” Wrath grinned happily.
“Y-y-you said married? I, I don’t think I’d ever commit adultery, even if-”
“Could be the only chance you ever get, mate.”
Five seconds later, the homunculus found himself one hundred feet up, rotating in a very uncomfortable fashion. Al let him down carefully and apologised, but girls were henceforth another subject on which Wrath refused to be drawn.