Alphonse x Reader One-Shots

Knight!Alphonse x Queen!Reader- Fantasy!AU

“(Y/n), could you come here for a little while?”
“Yes father,” you answered, setting the book you were reading down. Your father, the king, looked at you from your bedroom’s door frame. You walked over to him, the leather padding of the light armor on your shoulders bobbing slightly as you walked. You certainly weren’t the stereotypical image of a princess.
“There’s a real world problem, and I want your input on it. It’s a good opportunity to exercise the leadership you’ll need to one day run this kingdom,” he smiled.
You followed swiftly behind him, interested. Your mind considered the possibilities of what the problem could be. When you entered the throne room, you noticed the usual military guard present in their uniforms, along with two people you didn’t recognize.
The shorter of the two was a boy in his early teen years, you guessed maybe twelve, a year older than you. He had his blonde hair in a braid, and wore a red cloak. His face held a slight grimace, but you sensed it was to disguise his nerves. He stood at a significantly smaller height than his companion.
The other stranger was dressed in a tall suit of armor, perhaps a bit over seven feet tall. Red eyes seemed to glow at you from the precipice of the helmet. Despite the tall stature, his body language read as nervous. You were curious about him, and when he saw you staring at him, he quickly looked down. You weren’t certain, but you thought you saw a dusting of light pink on his face.
You stopped next to your father in front of the thrones. Your mother sat behind the two of you, watching silently. Your father turned towards you.
“(Y/n),” he said, taking your hands, “what do you think makes someone human?”
You looked at him, confused as to why that question was being asked. You looked back at the two boys down the stairs from the thrones, guessing they had something to do with it, then looked back to your father.
“That’s rather existential, isn’t it?”
Your father chuckled.
“I would say their humanity makes them human, but I know there are other creatures out there with more humanity than some humans. Humans can be cruel, but when someone comes along showing kindness, loyalty, the so-called humanity that we try to show to those who we want to think we’re ‘good,’ well, it’s refreshing. If a creature expresses those kind of traits, I’d say that they’re more human than a lot of people. We can’t just judge someone by what they are, looks can be deceiving.”
“Well spoken, my princess,” your mother chimed. You smiled over to her.
Your father smiled again, turning back to the boys.
“Elric brothers, step forward and introduce yourselves,” he ordered.
The two boys took a step closer to the throne. You and your father sat down.
“My name is Edward Elric. I’m an alchemist looking to join the royal army,” the shorter one said.
“How old are you Edward?” Your father asked.
“I’m twelve years old.”
“And your brother?”
Your eyes widened slightly as you glanced between the two boys in front of you, surprised that the two of them, with their vastly different appearances, could be brothers.
“I-I’m eleven, y-your highness,” the armor spoke in an unexpectedly high pitched voice.
You sat up straighter in your seat. Something felt off. You’d never seen any grown men with that kind of height, let alone an eleven year old. He was the same age as you, and nearly twice as tall.
“And what is your name, younger brother?” Your mother asked.
The armor rubbed its neck nervously, looking down again.
“M-My name is A-Alphonse Elric. I’m looking to join the royal army too, but I want to stay by my brother’s side, preferably,” he stuttered.
Your father glanced from one brother to the other in a moment of complete silence.
“I am aware that the two of you have some unusual circumstances. The recruiter that suggested the two of you, Mustang, has informed me of this. But before I make my judgements, I would like to see these circumstances for myself, and get the princess’s input. If you will,” your father requested.
The older but smaller brother rolled up his right sleeve, revealing a metal arm. You recognized it was automail, but this was the first time you had seen an example in real life.
“My left leg is automail, too,” he said.
Everyone turned expectantly towards Alphonse. He didn’t move at first.
“Come on, Al, it’s okay,” Edward encouraged.
The suit of armor hesitated for a moment longer, then made a motion to remove his helmet. Lifting it off, he revealed no one was inside the armor.
“It’s empty,” your mother commented, sounding dazed.
You stood from your seat, tilting your head, trying to figure out how an empty suit of armor moving, even talking on its own could be possible.
“H-how is that,” you trailed off in shock.
“It’s alchemy. A human soul bound to a suit of armor,” Edward replied.
“That symbol right there is my blood seal, it’s what binds me to this armor,” Al added.
“That will be enough, you may put your helmet back on now,” your father said.
Edward pulled his sleeve back down, and Alphonse placed his helmet back on his armor. When the younger brother saw the concerned expression on your face, his gaze sank slowly to the ground.
“What caused you to end up like this?” Your father asked. “Be honest.”
Neither spoke for a moment.
“Human transmutation, sir,” Edward said quietly.
Several gasps were heard throughout the room. Mumbles grew among the military present.
“Why?” You asked, causing the room to fall silent once again. “What you did was wrong, but from your present state, I can guess that you’re aware of that now. Why did you try it in the first place?”
Silence, then Alphonse spoke, ever so softly.
“We just wanted to see our mom’s smile again.”
There were no murmurs following this time. The room held a heavy silence, understanding almost tangible in the air. You could hear a pin drop.
“Why do you want to become a state alchemist for the royal army?” Your father asked.
“We want to work to restore what we’ve lost, sir,” Ed said, straight to the point.
“And, if we can stop someone from making the same mistakes as we did, then that would be good, too,” Alphonse added in.
You stared for a moment at the younger brother. Something about him read as kind, empathetic. You felt as though you might know the reason your father had asked the question about what made someone human now.
“If being a dog of the military is what it takes, then I’m willing to accept the consequences,” Ed stated.
The room was silent again. Your father turned to you.
“The information they’ve shared has been confirmed by Mustang, it appears they are telling the truth. But Alphonse is just a soul in a suit of armor, and both of them did commit the taboo of human transmutation. Do you think they should be allowed to join the military ranks?”
You thought for a long moment. Those present stood with bated breath as you contemplated.
“The short answer,” you paused, searching for any subtle signs from your father. When you found none, you continued, “Yes, they should be allowed to join. They may have committed the taboo, but from their apparent intentions now, they have realized the error of their actions. The faults of youth are, difficult lessons to learn, but we do learn from them. Then again, I am speaking as an eleven year old, so I don’t have much room to talk. But, from what I can tell, they mean well. And Alphonse, he seems pretty human to me. As I said, appearances can be deceiving, especially when only looking from a visual standpoint. If they have the desire to, they should be able to aid their country.”
Your father did not react at first. After a moment, he seemed to beam proudly at you. Your mother smiled, too.
“I agree,” he turned back towards the two brother, “You will both be allowed to join the royal army.”
The brother suddenly appeared considerably less nervous.
“Th-thank you, your highness,” they stuttered together, bowing a bit too far.
“As your first assignment, you will be undergoing basic training here in the castle, to ensure your have the proper abilities Mustang claims you have. That will be all,” your father dismissed them.
They hastily made their way out of the throne room. When they were on the other side of the door, you thought you heard excited cheering. A slight laugh escaped you. You turned to your father.
“Would it be okay if I went to speak with them, father?”
He thought for a moment, “I don’t see why not.”
You hugged him, then ran to the doors of the throne room. In the hall, you looked around for a moment before seeing them. You jogged over.
Edward noticed you first, looking respectful, but grateful. Alphonse turned to see you approaching when he noticed his brother’s change in complexion. The pink tint you thought you had noticed before had returned, and his posture became slightly flustered.
“P-princess,” the younger brother stuttered.
You smiled kindly up at him.
“Sorry for catching you two off guard, I just, wanted to say something to you,” you said.
“Yeah?” Edward sounded a bit irritated, as though already suspecting the context of what you were about to say.
“Brother,” Al scolded, looking at his brother.
“I just, I wanted to say,” you inhaled gently, “I understand why you tried to bring your mother back. It was wrong, but, knowing how much my parents mean to me, I probably would have tried to do the same thing.” You looked up to meet their eyes. “Whatever’s happened in the past, I hope you two can get your bodies back to the way they were,” you held out your hand to them.
Alphonse quickly took hold of it and shook it gently, giant gloved figured covering your small ones.
“Th-thank you, p-princess.”
Edward gave his little brother a knowing look, before accepting your handshake as well.
“We’ll try our best to fulfill those hopes,” he said.
You looked back towards the throne room briefly.
“I should probably head back now,” you smiled at them, “It was nice to meet you!”
You turned and waved goodbye as you ran back down the hall.
Alphonse waved after you, the pink tint still on his face. When he looked at his brother, Edward was grinning up at him.
“Looks like someone has a little crush on the princess.”
“Brother!”
***
After their basic training, Edward and Alphonse began their search for the Philosopher’s stone. Whenever the search brought them back to the city the castle was in, your father gave Alphonse the orders of being your personal guard. A practically immortal alchemist defending his daughter, it only made sense, right?
Because of these close interactions, the brothers and you began to become good friends over the years. You didn’t like to play favorites, but you knew you liked Alphonse the most. You were fairly certain Edward knew, too, but he didn’t seem to mind. You loved it when they came back from their search, even when they continued to return without their original bodies. You sometimes even went with them, that’s how you met their friend Winry. She made Ed his automail arm and leg. She seemed nice enough.
But the thing you enjoyed the most were the talks you could have with Al. His lack of a need of sleep made him perfect to talk to when you were restless. He enjoyed every second of it. You grew almost inseparable, the person outside of your family that you felt the closest to.
And then one day he seemed to become the only person you were that close to.
You stood, a silent sentinel watching over your kingdom. A black dress adorned your form, and you looked up to see the clouds on the verge of rain. You drew in a shaky breath.
The weather seemed quite fitting to you for the day of your parents funeral.
The whole kingdom was in mourning. Your parents had been beloved rulers. The sickness had come so suddenly, no one expected it to take them.
Seventeen years old, and you had all the responsibilities of a monarch suddenly dumped upon you.
The crown felt too heavy.
You led the procession following the two coffins to the royal burial grounds. Alphonse walked beside you, acting as a military guard, and a close friend. You had to be strong. For your kingdom, for your people.
You doubt you would have been able to hold back the tears if he wasn’t there beside you.
Edward and Winry were a little ways behind, carrying flowers to decorate the grave. Everyone seemed to be carrying flowers, you and Al included.
There were so many flowers. But all those flowers wouldn’t bring your parents back, no matter how beautiful they were.
During the funeral before, people had talked about what great rulers your mother and father had been. You had someone else read what you had written about them, about what wonderful parents they were, about how much you already missed them. You felt like your eyes were full of tears the entire ceremony. You knew that if you had been speaking, you would have broken down.
They needed a strong leader like your parents, so that’s who you needed to be.
At one point, you moved to wipe your eye with one hand, turning that way slightly. You felt someone gently take your other hand, wrapping their fingers ever so carefully around yours. The hand was gloved, and you knew who it was immediately. You looked up to see glowing red eyes looking concerned. You looked forward again, squeezing your fingers slightly in an attempt to thank Alphonse for the support.
The gravestones were almost completely obscured by the flowers. You were happy they would be missed so much.
But you missed them too, and you were terrified.
As you returned to the castle, you and Alphonse began making your way to bed. You felt him take your hand again as you were walking, but he stopped as the two of you were heading up the stairs. You looked back at him.
“Princ-, my queen, you haven’t spoken a single word all day. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” Your voice cracked.
A pause, then, “My queen?”
Suddenly everything inside of you came crashing down all at once. You collapsed into his arms, weeping.
“A-Alphonse, I miss them. I miss them so, so much, and I’m scared. I’ve never run the kingdom without them before. In little doses, yes, but never like this. I want them back, I want to hold them and tell them I love them one more time. I want-” Your weeping grew less understandable, until you cried, “I’m terrified.”
A gentle pair of arms wrapped around you comfortingly. Alphonse pulled you closer, shushing your cries and rubbing your back.
“Shhh, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay. I know it’s scary, but you’ll get through this.”
Your arms snaked their way around his neck as he rocked you slowly back and forth.
“But I’m going to have to be so strong to live up to my parents.”
“Strong, but not emotionless. You don’t have to always bundle everything up like today. You can be human, to have humanity is to be sad when you lose the people you love. But you can use their memory to help make yourself stronger. They lived, and they were loved, and it’s hard to ask for a better life than that. So many people loved them, and they loved so many people, but I know that they loved you most of all.”
You held on to him. You held on and didn’t let go. You held on like letting go would mean losing him, too.
But there was no place you would rather be.
Al’s arms gently picked you up from the ground, carrying you carefully up the stairs.
“Come on, my queen. Let’s get you to bed.”
Once you were under all the covers and blankets in your room, Alphonse began to exit.
“W-wait!” You called out.
He turned back to you, red orbs locking with (e/c).
“C-can, can you stay with me?”
A faint pink blush tinted the metal of his helmet.
“Oh course, (Y/n),” he came back and sat down next to the bed.
You reached out your hand slightly, and he followed your lead and held out his. As you took his hand in your own, the pink tint grew darker. His eyes met yours, and he noticed a slight pink color dusted your face, too.
“Goodnight, Alphonse.”
“Goodnight, (Y/n).”
***
Four years is a long time. You had begun living up to your parents as a ruler. You were strong, but kind and gentle to your people, a sympathetic heart for those in need, and a desire for justice for the innocent. You were willing to fight for what was right, but knew stooping to the levels of the ones doing wrong was not often the best way to go. The majority of conflicts that had arisen had ended peacefully. You had self confidence, the strength to trust yourself but also know that you weren’t perfect. You were okay with that, surrounding yourself with people who stood for what was right so they could lead you back on the right path should you stray.
A lot had changed for both you and the Elric brothers. Edward had his arm back, and was now happily married to Winry. You were glad they could find happiness in each other.
Alphonse, well, he had gotten his body back. When he entered the castle like that for the first time, he quickly found you, running to you and gave you a strong and warm hug. Your heart at the time felt as though it was beating at the speed of light. You were so happy for him.
You were just happy in general now, but there was one thing that bothered you.
Four years as the queen of your kingdom, and not a single suitor. Frankly, you didn’t mind all that much, but something about it felt strange.
And then Alphonse seemed to be nervous around you a lot. He had his times when he was a suit of armor when he seemed nervous, but when he got his body back, the instances only seemed to increase. For some reason this too bothered you. You found it cute, to be honest, but you wanted him to feel comfortable being himself around you.
Then you got to thinking, perhaps these issues were connected in some way.
When you were in the library after a session of combat training one day, you went up to Alphonse. He looked down at you, a slight blush covering his face as he looked at your eyes. This was something that had become a common occurrence.
“O-oh, h-hello, my queen,” he stuttered.
You tilted your head slightly to the side, which only caused him to blush more deeply.
“Alphonse, do you find me intimidating?” You asked.
He looked taken aback. He didn’t respond.
“Do you find me intimidating?”
He put the book that had been in his hand back on the shelf. He started walking away, sweating a bit. You grabbed his hand, stopping him. He looked back again, seeing your gaze had softened some.
“Alphonse, do you find me intimidating?” You spoke more gently this time.
“W-Why do you ask my queen?” He asked nervously.
You thought for a moment, then looked down. Why were you so concerned about this, about this one issue in particular? Did you just want anyone to try to win your favor, or perhaps you had someone specific that you wanted to be married to?
You realized something, letting go of his hand, looking at him again. Suddenly your feelings from the past several years made more sense. Suddenly you wanted to tell him just how much he meant to you.
Suddenly you realized how close you actually were to him, figuratively and literally.
You felt a blush creep over your face.
“C-can we talk about this somewhere private?”
“Sure my queen,” he responded.
You took his hand again, both of your blushes deepening. You led him to the throne room, which was empty, since no one was supposed to be there except for you and whoever you requested. You started climbing the steps, but froze. You looked back at him, still holding onto his hand.
“This was where we first met,” you looked back to the thrones. “You were just down the steps from here, next to your brother. And then I was up here,” you let go of his hand and moved in front of the thrones, “next to my father, and we started off talking about what makes someone human. And then you and Ed introduced yourselves, and your secret. Then my father had me give my opinion on the matter.”
“You said that I seemed pretty human to you,” Al chuckled.
You chuckled along with him, “Did I really say that? But then after you guys got accepted I ran down the hall after you to tell you that I hoped you guys were able to restore your bodies.”
Neither one of you said anything for a moment. You smiled, remembering both the strength and empathy your parents had shown.
You really did miss them sometimes.
“S-sorry, I’m getting off topic here,” you refocused your attention on the issue at hand. “I really do want to know if you find me intimidating.”
“Of course not, (Y/n).”
“Then, why do you seem so scared of me sometimes?”
“S-scared of you?”
“You just, seem so nervous around me sometimes. I don’t want you to have to feel nervous around me, I want you to be comfortable. And, I was wondering about it, because, I’ve been queen for four years, and not a single suitor has tried to come and ask for my hand in marriage.” You looked down at your hands for a moment. “Are they intimidated by me, or do they just not like me? Maybe none of them will ever like me as anything more than their ruler.”
“I-I like you!”
Your eyes darted up and locked with Al’s golden ones. His face was drowned with a bright pink blush. Your cheeks quickly heated up to a similar level.
“I, I more than like you, actually. I-I’ve loved you, f-for a really l-long time n-now.”
“Alphonse.”
“I-I didn’t want to say anything because I was sure you wouldn’t want to be with an e-empty trash can like me when I was a s-suit of armor.”
“Alphonse, you weren’t a trash can.”
“B-but then when you became queen, and were vulnerable when I was the only one around, I-I just wanted to hold you and keep you safe even more. A-and then when I got my body back everything suddenly felt so much s-stronger. Like I could actually feel you in my arms, but I still thought that you just thought of me as a close friend, a-and I didn’t want to make it awkward, s-so I just bundled up all my feelings and oh gosh now they’re all erupting at once,” he breathed in and out quickly, before his breathing gradually slowed back to normal.
By the time he looked back up at you, your face was almost fully pink. Your hands were drawn to your chest, a surprised expression depicted in your facial features.
“A-Alphonse.”
“I’ve loved you for a very long time now, my queen. A-and, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way about me. I, I just needed to get that off of my chest. I-it might sound crazy, b-but, if you don’t have any other suitors, o-or aren’t interested in any other suitors that come, th-then, I-I would like to ask for your hand in marriage, i-if you’ll have me, queen (Y-Y/n),” he finished, bending down on one knee.
He looked up just in time to see you rushing towards him, smiling, tears of joy at the corners of your eyes. Your lips crashed onto his. He fell to the floor, you on top of him. You kissed him passionately, if a bit inexperienced. This was a first kiss for both of you, to be fair.
You felt arms move to hold you around your waist, while your arms went around Al’s neck. When he started sitting up, you moved with him. You separated the kiss when you were upright again. For a moment, you sat there, breathing, foreheads against each other.
“I love you too,” you finally said.
Alphonse smiled as he breathed.
“Does that mean it’s a yes?”
You laughed.
“Yeah, it’s a yes. I’ve felt this same way for a long time now too, I’m just not sure if I pieced it together that my feelings for you were in fact love until today. For a queen, I sure am clueless sometimes,” you laughed at yourself again.
Alphonse smiled, “It’s okay, I think it was worth the wait.”
“You’ve been so close to me for so long. There’s no one I’d rather have as a future husband,” you smiled back.
Alphonse leaned forward to kiss you again, gently but passionately. When you pulled back, you found yourselves repeating phrases of affection again.
“I love you, my queen.”
“I love you, my knight.”

(A/N- Hey guys look I actually wrote another oneshot after month of nothing!
Now that we're in the author's note I can make comments on my own stuff without interrupting the story and I can be as silly as I want to be.
First off, WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SPEECH ON HUMANITY IS PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE ABOUT A CERTAIN ORANGE HAIRED POLITICIAN?
Okay, politics aside, when Ed has to encourage Al to take off his helmet, Alphonse is one hundred percent thinking "But brother, there's a cute girl here!"
We interrupt this fluffy oneshot to bring you... FEELS.
Givin' the reader them STRONG DEMISEXUAL VIBES™.
Also, I'm complete trash for fantasy stuff, which is where this came from. Time for some life updates now I guess.
College stuff is going well, cause I got a really big scholarship for my number two school! Hopefully I can get my number one school to increase the scholarship (there are ways).
That's it for now, I have no promises on when the next oneshot will be coming out. Except on or before April 1st.
See you guys all later, I'm returning to the void now. Thanks for reading!)