We were somewhere around Ishbal, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold

I just had the most brilliant idea for a twist on the classic blanket fic, featuring Ed and Roy. I'm not at all sure I'm up to writing it. Trouble is, as anyone who knows me will tell you, I have an awful phobia of rabbits, and the damned thing is menacing me from the corner with its huge, gnashing teeth. I fear I have no choice but to make the attempt.

God damned plot bunnies!

(There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a woman in the depths of a yaoi binge, and I knew I'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.)