LITERALLY JUST IMAGINE FUCKING TEDDY LUPIN DECKED OUT IN HIS HUFFLEPUFF ROBES WITH THE HEAD BOY BADGE ON IT WITH HIS HOT BLUE HAIR AND THIS BIG BOY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SMIRK AND SMILE AS HE CROSSES HIS ARMS AND WATCHES LITTLE ELEVEN YEAR OLD JAMES SIRIUS POTTER BRAVELY WALK TO THE HAT AND SIT DOWN AND HEARING THE VOICE RING OUT GRYFFINDOR. AND TEDDY POUTS AND GOES ‘DAMN’ BUT HE WATCHES PROUDLY AS HIS YOUNGER FREAKIN BROTHER RELATED OR NOT WALKS TO THE GRYFFINDOR TABLE AND SITS DOWN WITH AN AWE FILLED FACE. AND HE WHIRLS AROUND TO WAVE FRANTICALLY AT TEDDY AND TEDDY GRINS AND WAVES BACK AND STICKS HIM A THUMBS UP BECAUSE ‘GOOD JOB, JAMES. MUM AND DAD’LL BE PROUD.’
@arrowsbane well i guess we’re going to just have to keep being
inspired by each other. i read her amazing post HERE, which was in turn
inspired by my post HERE and you don’t need to read any of these to read this, but
can i just say –
holy shit. havoc/ed. what a brilliant fucking paring that i’ve
never even thought of before. holy shit, it’s perfect.
so – to set the scene. trans female ed. trans ed who
performed human transmutation not to bring anyone back to life (both her parents
are alive, but gone, trisha was not content to be left behind this go around)
but instead to give her the body she always desired. and she succeeds. she and
al are still trained by izumi curtis, and this gives ed her driving passion,
her goal in life – to be a housewife.
so she and al go about her adventures, dragging winry along
more often than not, but they stay away from central and they always come home.
and ed’s about to turn twenty, and pinako is talking to her old friend ellie,
and ellie is moaning about her unmarried grandson, her grandson who refuses to
inherit the general store and won’t settle down and is off in the military, of
all things. he’s a bright, handsome boy, elle says, he just has his head in the
and pinako taps her pipe and goes – you know i’ve been
raising three kids right, my granddaughter and my neighbor’s kids, a boy and a
girl. and ellie is surprised, she thought both elric children were boys, but
she dismisses the thought easily. she remembers ed as a tomboy, of course, and
with that name who can blame her. but no one’s first thought is unprecendented
human transmutation when presented with someone’s who’s a different gender than
the one she remembers.
ellie is like oh, is winry looking to settle down? but
pinako scoffs, says she’s a career gal through and through. but her other girl,
eden – she has a wandering spirit, but she’s a good girl, a lovely country bred
woman who’s looking to be a housewife (ellie’s idea of housewife and ed’s idea
of a housewife vary wildly, but pinako’s not about to bring that up). so pinako sends a message to her children, and
ellie sends one to her grandson: she’s sending a young woman to central from
their hometown. she’s single, and looking to settle down, and the granddaughter
of an old family friend.
so jean havoc gets this letter, completely and utterly
horrified. the whole team makes fun of him. but grandmother eleanor rules the
family with an iron fist, and havoc better come up with a damn good reason not
to marry this girl. he’d not interested in a country mouse for a wife. before
he can think of one, eden has already agreed and is on a train to central. she
convinces al to stay behind, just for a couple of weeks, because she doesn’t
want him scaring this jean havoc off.
ed is gorgeous, and a genius, and an absolute terror. she’s
dated a lot of men, slept with just as many, and hasn’t found a single one
worth her time. she doubts she’ll be interested in a boy from their little
rural town, but pinako knows her and she trusts the old woman’s judgement. if
she thinks jean havoc is someone who could make her happy, eden is more than
willing to give it a shot.
so havoc has to leave early from work to meet his
amost-maybe-fiance at the train. obviously, the team minus hawkeye follows him.
they’re dying to know.
a country girl. they were expecting a country girl, someone
wide eyed, unpolished, a little out of her depth. instead they get eden elric,
a girl who’s been to cities and knows how to dress for it. they get eden elric,
black boots and black leather pants and a black shirt with a dramatic red coat
flaring out behind her. eden elric, golden eyes and golden hair and in the
setting afternoon sun just golden.
she smiles when she sees him and jean’s mouth goes dry and his heart goes zing! and havoc is going to send his
grandmother some really nice flowers. “you must be jean,” she says, voice low
and smoky, eyes crinkling at the corners. “you look like your father.”
“i, you,” he fumbles, holding out his hand to shake and stepping
forward to take her bag at the same time. “hi.”
“hi,” she repeats, and he’s screwed, she’s already laughing
at him and it hasn’t even been five minutes. “did you know you’re being
he sighs and doesn’t look behind him. “those would be my
coworkers and my superior office.”
“delightful,” she says, dry and completely unimpressed, and
she’s from resembool, his job and his
rank is worse than useless with her, it’s a detriment. none of that crowd like
the military. his mother hadn’t talked to him for over a year after he
enlisted. “that won’t do. we’ll have to ditch them.”
“how?” he asks, and she grins, sharp. he takes her to his
car and she shoves him in the passenger seat and climbs in the driving one,
breaking about a thousand laws as she careens down crowded city streets. jean’s
horrified for about thirty seconds, then he’s egging her on and cheering,
directing her down roads whenever she hesitates and laughing the whole time.
they make it to where he was supposed to drop her off,
beaming. “usually men throw up when they drive with me,” she says, beaming.
“nah, that wasn’t scary, it was fun,” he says, and he’s
already kissed this relationship goodbye before it’s started. she’s beautiful
and brave and exudes the same type of easy confidence the colonel does, and
that’s not something he’ll ever be able to match. she’s no country mouse. she’s
a supernova, and he’s stardust.
eden smiles at him, and says, “would you like to meet me for
havoc peers up at the building, and it’s central university.
he wouldn’t have expected a country girl / wanna be housewife to be pursuing a
degree, but clearly he should toss every preconceived notion he had about eden
out the window, because none of them are going to be right.
“yes,” he says, because eden will make an effort with him
for a while, he knows, since she’s here on the insistence of both their
grandmothers. but she’ll grow tired of him eventually, like they all do, and
jean intends to spend as much time with her as she can before that happens.
except it doesn’t happen. she’s kind and smart, so
unbelievable smart, and dry and biting. she snores when she sleeps and get
snappy when he interrupts her reading, refuses to drink milk and hates brushing
her hair, so more often than not it’s up in a truly awful ponytail. he likes
these things about her best, because her little imperfections, her temper and
her skittering attention, the messy way she eats, all make her human. she’s
flawed, and each new one havoc finds delights him, because the fact that she
leaves crumbs on the counter brings her just a little closer to his level.
they keep going out. the brother shows up, and gives him one
overly-firm handshake, then takes his lead from eden. she’s happy with him, so
alphonse is happy with him, but he imagines the easy friendship he shares with
the other man would disintegrate the second eden indicates she’s moved on from
him. eden talks about her classes and the kids in them, which ones are good students
and which ones aren’t, and havoc keeps meaning to ask what exactly she’s
studying but it keeps slipping his mind. he listens to her talk about it for
hours, but it’s all science mumbo jumbo and honestly goes in one ear and out
the other. he just likes listening to her talk when she’s excited.
she follows him home about a month in, and the sex is so
amazingly mind numbingly good it almost doesn’t seem real.
she comes to office one day to meet him for lunch, a first
because she hates his office and his work and the impasse they’ve managed to
maintain about his career is that they just don’t talk about it much. but she
shows up, pretty pale pink dress and softly curled hair, looking close to the
delicate country girl they all expected her to be. havoc is running late, and
when he shows up it’s to eden sitting on hawkeye’s desk and laughing with the
woman. it’s a terrifying experience. he didn’t know hawkeye could laugh.
but she’s around more after that, befriends hawkeye, and
jean finds out that eden met catherine armstrong on campus and they’re fast
friends, she spends a lot of time at the Armstrong mansion. and havoc is sure
that’s it, that eden will meet strong, rich alex and their relationship will go
out in flames. but it doesn’t happen, eden keeps asking to see him and he keeps
it’s been almost a year when eleanor barks down the line, “are
you going to marry this girl or not, jean?”
“i don’t know if that’s something she’s interested in,” he
says, because he’s not the marrying sort, but for eden? he would be willing. he’d
be a husband if it meant having eden as a wife.
his grandmother scoffs down the line, “she’s a smart girl,
jean. if she’s still seeing you, she’s interested in it. she didn’t move to
central to date you. the girl wants
to be a housewife.”
and jean hems and haws, but the thing is he does love eden.
and maybe, just maybe, eden loves him. so he goes to hawkeye for help, and she
goes, “oh thank god, finally.” havoc
is offended for all of two seconds before realizing that means eden’s been
waiting for him to propose. yes.
he’s walking down the street with her after a movie, holding
up his jacket over both of them as some sort of minimal protection from the
rain. there’s a ring burning a hole in his pocket, but thanks to the torrential
downpour this is not the romantic evening he intended. they see roy, and are
confused for about to seconds until they see serial killer scar going to attack
him. havoc yells at eden to run, and she does – right at the serial killer.
but then she does something he’s never seen her do, she
claps her hand together and blue energy cracks in the air, and – she’s an alchemist?
he really should have had that conversation about what she’s
studying at university.
she good, incredible good, and he knew she worked out, but
he didn’t know she was combat trained. she launches a relentless
alchemica/physical attack against scar that has him running away with his tail
between his legs. ed’s helping roy up when jean runs up and grabs her by
shoulders to shout, “you’re an alchemist!”
“what,” she blinks, “of course I am? i talk about it all the
time! i know i teach the advanced theoretical alchemy seminar, but my knowledge isn’t theoretical. what
kind of professor would i be if I didn’t’ test my own theories before teaching
“teach,” he says faintly, “professor. right.” he’s such an idiot, eden isn’t attending central
university, she’s teaching there.
she gives him an odd look, and okay, his girlfriend is way
more awesome and too good for him than he previously thought, but that doesn’t
“will you marry me?” he asks. they’re sweat, rain, and blood
soaked. roy has horrible gash on his side, and he thinks eden might have a
broken arm. he had a speech planned, but he can’t remember it right now. “you
do still want to be a housewife, right?” he knows better now, that eden will
never be the traditional housewife. but he can give her a home and his name,
and, oh god, kids, when she wants them. he’ll give her everything within his
power to give her, if only she’ll take it.
and roy say at the same time, and havoc doesn’t have the time to get flustered
before she’s kissing him.
part 2 : put some cameos from protagonist WHO DOESN’T GO TO NATIONALS (most because of Karasuno) Previous Karasuno captain - Dateko - Ikejiri - Suguru - Aoba Josai (minus two of them who still missing) (you know who)
Evan and Connor did know each other and they were so gay
were like best friends, and when Jared and Evan were making the emails, they were re-writing them, not making them up out of nothing, they had too because the original emails were either extremely vulgar or just, full on inappropriate
There are times when I can’t stop speaking, when a million words leave my mouth in a matter of seconds… a million words that mean nothing… but when I want to find some words that mean everything, I just can’t speak. Like: I miss you. Like: I love you. Like: My world is falling apart and I need you by my side.