Sacrifice [Edward Elric x Reader]

chapter 21

[December 1, 1917]

Thunk.

The sound breaks into your peaceful sleep, and you frown, rolling over and covering your head with your blanket.

Thunk.

It happens again, and you groan, swinging your blanket away and sitting up. You rub your eyes and look at the clock.

3:41 am.

Your gaze slides lazily to the window, and you spot three long, huge claws. Your eyes widen as you remember the three scratches on your face. The claws move, the glint of the moonlight reflecting into your room.

Your heart starts thumping loud as the claws scratches the window and hoists another set of claws up. You climb out of bed and turn away, opening the door and running through the hallway.

You make it through the kitchen and slide towards the brothers' doors. You-

Go into Ed's room.
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Go into Al's room.
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Section 1
-reach Ed's door and, without knocking, you slip in.

Ed is lying on his back, mouth open and blond hair down. His arms are spread out and he was wearing a black tank-top. You smile a little at his cuteness.

You walk to the bed and debate over whether to wake Ed or not. Just as you decide not to and turn away, Ed opens his eyes lazily.

"(Y/N)...?" He mutters hazily.

You stop and turn back around.

"Why are you here?"

You grab a notepad. "Well, there's something on my window and I think something's wrong."

Ed closes his eyes and rolls away from the side of the bed. He pats the spot where he just was and lifts the blanket. "I can't see what you wrote. It's too dark. C'mere."

You shake your head forcefully.

Ed opens his eyes, a flash of hurt crossing his face. "Why?"

Your face flushes.

"Come on, (Y/N). We can talk about that problem later." Ed slurs.

You shake your head again.

Ed sighs and sits up. He grabs your hand and pulls you into his bed beside you. You're face burns and you try to struggle, but Ed's grip is strong. Finally, you allow Ed to pull you into his warm embrace.

Ed's lying on his right side, and you're lying on your right side too, your back pressed against Ed's chest and his left arm drapes over your body.

"You're so cold.." He mutters sleepily.

You're blushing hard and there're butterflies in your stomach, but you smile a little.

Ed's breathing slows down quickly, and soon, he's snoring a little. You lie, awake, in the bed, staring at the dark figures of furniture.