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kapustainu · 2 months

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Okay.

Lore of my FmAB ocs (part one):

DISCLAIMER!! These ocs and story began being created on my huge fma phase during 2019-2020 and have been evolving until I established a somehow (official) canon. They begun as a shared roleplay like story made between me and an old friend, and they kind of begun as self insert oc. That's why some of the info about my ocs will resemble aspects of me (like their nationalities or personality).

This, is Val Skłodowska (They/Her, non-binary sapphic)

(Sorry for the bad quality image btw it was in the middle of the page)

And this is their sister, Mari (Marisol) Pérez (She/Her, cisgender, bi + aroace spectrum)

These are my two main FMA oc. Initially, their lore was created between me and another friend. Unfortunately we fell out and I had to rebuild the lore adaptating it and creating characters based off my friend's (I don't want to use her characters without her consent).

Anyways, to set up the ground of the lore, first we need to look at their family history.

Though both Val and Mari have the Amestrian nationality, both their parents are immigrants from different countries: Their father, Manuel Marià Pérez Ferrer is an alchemy student/miner from the country of Creta; and their mother, Nadzieja Skłodowska is a tailor from Drachma.

Here I have to admit that my headcanons played a huge role. Creta is canonically based off spanish culture yes, but I like to imagine it is somehow distributed like actual spain, implying there are certain nations inside the country that are culturally different (invaded). Manuel comes from a southern cretan family (what would be like Andalucía) whom moved and married a family from the north-east (equivalent of Catalonia).

Nadzieja comes from a region of Drachma that would resemble Poland (Drachma is shown to be similar to Russia, and since Fullmetal Alchemist is set up on the 1910's it's not weird to assume an equivalent to Poland is still colonized within the equivalent of Russia). Probably on the southern part of the country.

Their parents emigrated and started working and met in Central, later moving to Youswell, where they would start living together and where they later had their two children and married.

Val was born first, before their parents got married. They were initially named "Valeria Skłodowska-Pérez" though they don't like that name at all and would rather be called just Val, or Val Skłodowska. A year and a half later, their parents decided to marry after Nadzieja got pregnant with Mari. Mari is actually a nickname, their full name is "Marisol Pérez", since Nadzieja already lost her single surname.

Their first years of life were quite caothic. Manuel wasn't a good parent at all, he was almost never at home due to working on the mine. Nadzieja had to raise the kids by herself, and also with the help of other women of the town, also while working on a convenience store. Val and Mari grew up together, and also took care of eachother as well.

These are little Val and Mari btw

Since they were little, Val was more rebellious towards their parents but very compliant with other children. However, Mari was the complete opposite to that. That because Manuel actually tried to form a stronger bond between him and Mari after his wife told him to care about his children a bit more (at that time, he was too focused on work). Manuel quickly realized his younger's child potential with alchemy, and decided to enroll Mari in alchemy studies since she was 7.

Due to the kids being so close, Mari told Val about it (9 at that time), and they begun to practice it together. Manuel saw this as a great opportunity to set a good future for his family, and decided to basically coerce his two kids into joining the army, after seeing how much money a state alchemist would get. And so, he started to manipulate the kids into studying alchemy.

At the beggining, he offered small rewards in exchange of the kids studying for certain hours. Which quickly became forcing his kids to compete with eachother to "improve" their motivation. Luckyly, Val was able to see through this scheme, since they weren't manipulated by their dad that much and also had a stronger relationship with other people outside Mari and Manuel. However, Mari fell even deeper into her father's manipulation, and so the siblings started to have a difficult relationship.

The events within the family worsened an already cold relationship between the parents which resulted on Nadzieja and Manuel arguing constantly. Val, then only 12, got the habit to eat outside and run away from home during family reunions; while Mari chose to endure them, usually taking sides with her dad.

At that point, Val had completely lost interest in alchemy. They loved alchemy, but they saw it as the thing that broke the relationships with their most beloved family members. That until they found a person whom they would refer to as their teacher, an ex state alchemist who deserted due to the Ishvalan genocide and left the army, who eventually made them love the art of alchemy again. As this happened, Mari was working on polishing her alchemy more and more to reach the expectations of her father.

At age 14, Val basically couldn't stand staying in the town anymore and after hearing the inspiring story of a kid named Edward Elric who became a state alchemist, they decided to give it a shot. Though the army was never of their liking, they thought by joining it they could prevent things like what happened with their sister to happen. And then, at age 14 and after a lot of practice, Val obtained their title as The Carbon Alchemist, specialized in carbon derivates (from pencils to diamonds).

Regarding Mari, she disappeard a few months later after her sibling became an state alchemist.

#oc #my ocs #fma oc #fma ocs #fmab #fmab oc #fullmetal alchimist brotherhood #oc lore

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decoloraa · 1 year

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Please look at me - Chapter two

Chapter one | [read on ao3]

Relationships: Casther Wilk/Val Beauxclaire

Tags: sharing a bed, fluff and angst, misunderstandings, friends to ?

Warnings: (vague) descriptions of drowning, internalized homophobia

Chapter 2: The elephant in the room

It has been three years ever since Val came to fort Briggs to work as a doctor. They had been years of challenges, opportunities to learn and lessons on failure and loss. Being the one in charge of saving hundreds of lives every year wasn’t easy, especially since one problem waited after the other.

With the Ishvalan conflict raging in the east causing hundreds of people injuries, the medical supply chain didn't leave much to spare for the fort. But the cruelty of the North didn't care for plays of power the military started in the east. Soldiers here got injured too and Val was dreading the day he couldn't give proper treatment because his storage ran empty. Circumstances that made his already difficult job even more challenging.

To counter the shortage Val resided in more traditional medicine. After all, if there was something they didn't run short on here in the mountains it was nature and plants. Using herbs and plants for treatment definitely was something Val wasn't used to, but after reading through many books and gaining some experience he got quite confident in his skills. It wasn't perfect, but they had been able to handle it this way.

As he was treating a soldier the other day, someone serving under Buccaneer who made it very clear how uncomfortable his flu made him feel, he checked his storage in horror. He ran out of thyme, as well as sage.

"You're kidding me..", Val cursed under his breath.

His issue wasn’t a problem for the patient’s health, although the soldier wasn't pleased with Val’s solution of drinking tea and sleeping it out. The problem laid in a different matter.

One glance out of the window made his frown deepen even further. Snow. Everywhere.

"Of course there's snow out there, we're in the middle of the fucking Briggs winter. What did you expect?", he whispered to himself. Val exhaled deeply, massaging his temples. He could already feel a headache coming.

Val's situation was problematic for multiple reasons and finding the herbs wasn't one of them. They were robust and could survive the deepest colds, so getting more would be manageable. The problem was everything else.

In the past Val had given patrols instructions on which herbs he needed and on their many strolls they managed to provide him with replenishments. But they were soldiers, they were nowhere near to experts on plants. More than often he received wrong herbs because they weren't able to tell apart different shapes of leaves.

With the snow outside they wouldn’t have a clue. Which meant he would have to search for himself.

Fine. He could live with that.

The Briggs mountains were a dangerous place, even without the possibility of running into Drachman soldiers. Wolves, Bears pausing their hibernation and other wonders of nature were enough of a threat that Olivier wouldn't allow him to go on his own (not like he was crazy enough to do it). He had to take at least one soldier with him.

And this is where the problem laid.

And that’s the root of the problem. "Normally".

Ever since he started to gather herbs by himself, he had always taken Casther with him. As his friend Val didn't mind his companionship and his skills made him as much a fitting protector as his powers were useful at detecting where they had to look. Once Casther knew what to look for, he effortlessly found the necessary herbs by following their scent. Unlike other soldiers who had joined Val, Casther also knew when to leave Val in peace.

Normally it would make everything easier if Val asked him to come along.

"Your hands.. they're soft."

Some weeks have passed since what Val had called "the incident". Although the description could be seen as debatable. It was the day Casther had sat in the medical room after getting injured again, just for Val to patch him up. And even though weeks have passed, Val still remembered everything vividly.

Casther’s warm hands on his cheek. Hands that felt comforting despite being covered in small scars and calloused. His golden gaze pierced through Val as if they saw something Val didn't. He could still remember how his heart seemed to beat dangerously slow as Casther's face came closer to his, how his breath came to a halt.

Do you remember the feeling when you go from a warm place into the harsh cold within a matter of seconds? Some people like to go ice bathing, they go to a lake just to dive into the freezing water. However in this case they leave their slightly warm clothing because they choose to.

No, imagine being in front of a fireplace, being warm and cozy, just to fall deep into the frozen shut lake without any warning.

It's this exact feeling that Val can't forget either. It's what he felt after he leaned into Casther’s lips. When he felt that warmth that always seemed to form in his chest whenever he talked to him, spreading through him like a little flame. In the very moment that the warmth started to lure him in, he could feel something pulling him into the depths of a frozen lake.

He still remembered the fear that spread through him, nearly paralyzed him. And he kept seeing Casther’s hurt eyes in front of him. But the pull was too strong, Val's fear too great. So Val pushed him away. Like he always did whenever he could feel the warmth starting to set, whenever he could feel the cold crawling up his spine. Like he always did when he grew close to someone.

Ever since that day they hadn’t spoken a word. A few times Casther tried to meet his gaze and tried to approach him, but Val had always looked away. What else was he supposed to do? Meet his eyes? After what happened? Val felt confused, torn. And most importantly: He felt like a coward.

And now the coward was supposed to ask Casther to help him? Hell no.

Val had pledged his urgent request to Miles and asked him to send someone else to join the doctor. Standing around and looking out for a bear and some Drachmans, that's something any Briggs soldier could manage, right?

"We're quite short staffed currently and I'm afraid I need every man for watch duty. I need to give you at least three soldiers if I don't want Olivier to rip off my head for sending her doctor into the wild. But if I send him with you, both I and Olivier are able to sleep at night. This is a rather odd request anyways, why would you ask for someone else? You two get along well after all," Miles had answered him with his usual cold professionalism.

So it was only because Olivier apparently saw him as a child who needed someone to look after him (or maybe because of the mess Val caused himself) that he found himself in the very same situation he didn’t want to end up in.

This headache was getting worse.

"Better if we go left now. Ahead there's a bear's sleeping spot. But I think after that it's not far, the smell is getting stronger", Casther nodded towards some trees.

He raised his hand to point a few meters up.

"See that? My guess is that we'll find something up there", he looked at Val for a second just to quickly turn around. With big steps Casther began walking their new route.

Val scanned the landscape they were heading towards.

"A cliff, great. It's the perfect height to throw myself off. Just what I needed to escape from this mess," Val whispered sarcastically. His deep frown didn't seem to help his growing headache.

They had been walking for more than half an hour. Snow, stones, trees, repeat. The mundane landscape should've been the most irritating thing on this little trip, but luckily the agonizing silence between them made things even more unbearable than the cold. Val shivered.

Ever since they had left the fort, none of them had said a single word. Sometimes Casther would explain where he suggested to go, but that was nothing compared to his usual chatter.

Normally he would’ve started antics about his missions or cracked the most ludicrous jokes. Val always enjoyed them, his stupid stories. Whether they were made up or not, he liked listening to them.

Now they dragged themselves through the snow in silence. Any other day Val wouldn’t mind the silence. But now it pierced through his chest and pulled him closer to the ground.

The ground started to rise slightly as they started walking up a hill. Every now and then Casther glanced over his shoulders to make sure wolves hadn't attacked Val. The doctor frowned. If he was in Casther’s place, he would simply let the wolves take care of him. At least he would make a better meal than a friend.

"A friend? Is that all he is to you?" Val could hear Olivier's words as if she was walking right next to him. He didn't know how long they had talked about what happened, but he remembers how Olivier seemed to understand exactly what was going on.

He looked at the gray haired man in front of him. The man he couldn't stand when they first arrived here, the person he slowly became friends with and now called his best friend.

Friends.

Is that what he wanted from him? Or was he just too scared to ask for more, too scared to allow himself to have more?

Val could feel the cold crawling up his spine again, running into his gut and forming into a heavy ball. He could feel something at the back of his head screaming, but he tried to ignore it.

"- Val?" Val perked up at the sound of his name and looked into Casther’s confused face.

"What?" Val heard himself croaking. He had been so deep in thought that he didn’t notice the other man had come to a halt.

"I said this is the place," Casther turned around completely to face him. "Is everything all right?"

Golden eyes searched him with concern. Warm and comforting they pierced through him and Val could feel himself being dropped into the cold sea again.

He had to leave. He had to get away from him. Away from this confusing but warm feeling that fought against the cold shouts at the back of his head.

"Good, I'll be looking over there then", Val stated as he hurried into the opposite direction of where Casther was standing.

"Wait-", Casther shouted after him. But Val couldn't hear him. All he heard was his heart beating in his chest.

"Thyme. Dark tiny leaves that grow right out of the little stem", Val started reciting the herb's description to force his mind to think of something else.

Like his life depended on it he started searching the snowy ground for the little plant. But his heart wouldn't stop racing. So he widened the distance to the other man even further.

"Hey, don't go too far-", Casther desperately shouted after him. But Val hardly registered his words.

"Pines. Thyme often grows close to pines", he eagerly searched the trees surrounding him.

A few meters up ahead he saw what he was looking for. Without thinking he marched through the snow. Just get far away. Think of something else, don't mind the racing heart and the unpleasant cold. Don't mind the person shouting at you from behind.

In his effort to escape the uncomfortable situation the doctor hadn't noticed the clearing in the middle of the dense forest. He hadn't registered the smoothly placed snow in front of him. But the moment Val stepped forward, he realized.

"There's a small lake somewhere around here. It's probably covered in snow, so please be careful."

Casther's words echoed through his mind, as he heard the sound of ice cracking. But before Val knew, he could feel his body colliding with icy water. And suddenly he could feel nothing but the cold that surrounded him. Only this time it wasn't like the one he felt in his gut.

It was all around him. Dark. Empty.

His mind, his body, they were begging to scream.

But he felt paralyzed by the cold.

#miles pls read the room #also Val had 'the talk' with Olivier and she basically said 'dude just kiss him it's not that hard'#me dropping fma bits to remind everyone that my ocs indeed have something to do with fma #slow burn #friends to lovers #fma ocs #fma briggs #friends to more #fic #Casther and Val #oc writing #gay mlm #oc Val Beauxclaire #oc Casther Wilk

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