Full Metal Alchemist, "Analogy," Fletcher/Winry, Al/Danny, PG
Whoo-hoo, it is 19 minutes 'til midnight on Halloween, and I've got a very vaguely Halloweenish/autumnish fic done and ready to post. GO ME.
This is an utterly PG-rated snapshot funfic that bunnied me this afternoon while I was trying to write a lemon of two very naïve-but beautiful-boxers, and it's interesting to me that it's my 200th FMA fiction. What's most excellent about that is that it's MY couples ... a real celebration of the fandom that taught me to write fanfic.
Al/Danny and Fletcher/Winry, PG and cute, leave feedback, I'm off to bed.
Analogy
by Mistr3ss Quickly
"Looks like they're going to be down there awhile," said Al, stepping away from the window that faced the greenhouse behind his brother's home. "I swear if I didn't know better, I'd think they were still teenagers. Can't keep their hands off each other for ten minutes, honestly."
Fletcher wrinkled his nose, settling in the floor beside his wife. "Gross," he said, slipping his arm around Winry's waist. "Oh well, at least they're down there, where we don't have to listen to them."
Winry snorted. "Surprising we can't hear them all the way up here, as it is," she said.
Al laughed and settled happily on the arm of the sofa, just beside Danny, his fingers toying with the short hairs at the nape of the man's neck. "Thank God for small favors," he said. "Anyway, they're not going to be up here soon enough and I'm going nuts. I've been waiting all day to hear this 'big news' of yours, so spill."
Fletcher took a deep breath and squeezed Winry's hand. "Well," he said, "it seems that Winry has swallowed a pumpkin seed."
Al blinked at him. "A pumpkin seed?" he said.
"Mmm-hmm," said Fletcher.
Beside him, Winry rolled her eyes. "I told you he wasn't going to get it, if you put it that way, Fletch," she said, softly.
"Sure he will," said Fletcher. "Just wait, let them figure it out."
"Did you swallow it whole?" said Danny.
Fletcher grinned at him. "Yup," he said, "she did."
Danny frowned. "That can be dangerous," he said. "I heard just last week that a man was brought into Emergency because he'd swallowed something whole-I think it was a bit of tortilla chip, though, not a seed-and had torn the lining of his throat, choking."
Fletcher's face fell. "That's really horrible," he said.
"Truly," said Winry.
"If you think that story's bad," said Al, "try living with him."
Danny colored up. "Sorry," he said. "I'm probably too used to being around other nurses, I guess. They don't get grossed out by stuff like that."
Fletcher shuddered. "Al, you've got my condolences," he said.
Al laughed and slid off of the arm of the sofa, into Danny's lap, giving the man an awkward, one-armed hug. "He's got other points that make up for his morbid nature," he said. "So Winry swallowed a pumpkin seed and didn't tear up her throat or choke or anything like that. What's so exciting about that?"
"Try not to think quite so literally," said Winry. "It does make sense, in a way, I promise. Fletch was really proud of himself for coming up with this analogy, so try to think ... well think like a Tringham, I suppose."
Al frowned. Danny frowned. Fletcher watched them both with excitement in his eyes, cheeks a little flushed, no different from how he'd looked as a child, waiting for his brother to come see his newest Alchemical theory.
"She swallowed a pumpkin seed," he said, after a long, awkward moment of silence. "Come on, you two, if she swallowed a pumpkin seed, what would happen next?"
"Well, the enzymes in her saliva would start to break it down, initially," said Danny, slowly, "but since she swallowed it whole, didn't chew it up, they wouldn't have much chance to break it down very much. Her stomach acid would do a better job of that, and then-what?"
Fletcher looked pained. Winry was laughing. "Too literal, still," she said, chuckling. "Think metaphorically."
Danny wrinkled his nose. "Does it have something to do with Cinderella?"
"Nope," said Winry, "but that's closer than enzymes and stomach acid."
Al hmm'd softly. "You said 'what would happen next,' right?" he said, looking at his best friend. "Is that a hint?"
"Mmm-hmm," said Fletcher. "Come on, Al, this is so easy."
"I'm working on it," said Al. "What happens next is a hint, and Danny's nice lesson in the workings of the human digestive system was farther off than a fairytale about a girl riding in a pumpkin ... with me so far?"
Winry sighed. "Sadly," she said, "yes."
"Then ... hmm. You're going to ... become a carriage? No, that doesn't make any sense."
Fletcher's face lit up. "Close," he said. "That's really close."
"How is Winry turning into a carriage a hint, Fletch?" said Al, screwing up his face. "That doesn't make any sense at all."
"Sure it does," said Fletcher.
"No it doesn't," said Al. "Unless ..." He looked at Winry, eyes wide. "Oh my God. Are you pregnant?"
Winry smiled. "Congratulations," she said, softly. "You figured it out."
Al squeaked and jumped off his lover's lap, crawling across the floor to hug Winry, blindly reaching out to tug Fletcher into the embrace as well. Danny sat on the sofa and watched him, laughing softly and winking when he noticed Winry watching him.
"Your husband's got a weird way of thinking about the world," he said.
"Tell me about it," said Winry, over Al's shoulder. "I have to live with him."
Danny grinned. "My condolences," he said.
This is an utterly PG-rated snapshot funfic that bunnied me this afternoon while I was trying to write a lemon of two very naïve-but beautiful-boxers, and it's interesting to me that it's my 200th FMA fiction. What's most excellent about that is that it's MY couples ... a real celebration of the fandom that taught me to write fanfic.
Al/Danny and Fletcher/Winry, PG and cute, leave feedback, I'm off to bed.
Analogy
by Mistr3ss Quickly
"Looks like they're going to be down there awhile," said Al, stepping away from the window that faced the greenhouse behind his brother's home. "I swear if I didn't know better, I'd think they were still teenagers. Can't keep their hands off each other for ten minutes, honestly."
Fletcher wrinkled his nose, settling in the floor beside his wife. "Gross," he said, slipping his arm around Winry's waist. "Oh well, at least they're down there, where we don't have to listen to them."
Winry snorted. "Surprising we can't hear them all the way up here, as it is," she said.
Al laughed and settled happily on the arm of the sofa, just beside Danny, his fingers toying with the short hairs at the nape of the man's neck. "Thank God for small favors," he said. "Anyway, they're not going to be up here soon enough and I'm going nuts. I've been waiting all day to hear this 'big news' of yours, so spill."
Fletcher took a deep breath and squeezed Winry's hand. "Well," he said, "it seems that Winry has swallowed a pumpkin seed."
Al blinked at him. "A pumpkin seed?" he said.
"Mmm-hmm," said Fletcher.
Beside him, Winry rolled her eyes. "I told you he wasn't going to get it, if you put it that way, Fletch," she said, softly.
"Sure he will," said Fletcher. "Just wait, let them figure it out."
"Did you swallow it whole?" said Danny.
Fletcher grinned at him. "Yup," he said, "she did."
Danny frowned. "That can be dangerous," he said. "I heard just last week that a man was brought into Emergency because he'd swallowed something whole-I think it was a bit of tortilla chip, though, not a seed-and had torn the lining of his throat, choking."
Fletcher's face fell. "That's really horrible," he said.
"Truly," said Winry.
"If you think that story's bad," said Al, "try living with him."
Danny colored up. "Sorry," he said. "I'm probably too used to being around other nurses, I guess. They don't get grossed out by stuff like that."
Fletcher shuddered. "Al, you've got my condolences," he said.
Al laughed and slid off of the arm of the sofa, into Danny's lap, giving the man an awkward, one-armed hug. "He's got other points that make up for his morbid nature," he said. "So Winry swallowed a pumpkin seed and didn't tear up her throat or choke or anything like that. What's so exciting about that?"
"Try not to think quite so literally," said Winry. "It does make sense, in a way, I promise. Fletch was really proud of himself for coming up with this analogy, so try to think ... well think like a Tringham, I suppose."
Al frowned. Danny frowned. Fletcher watched them both with excitement in his eyes, cheeks a little flushed, no different from how he'd looked as a child, waiting for his brother to come see his newest Alchemical theory.
"She swallowed a pumpkin seed," he said, after a long, awkward moment of silence. "Come on, you two, if she swallowed a pumpkin seed, what would happen next?"
"Well, the enzymes in her saliva would start to break it down, initially," said Danny, slowly, "but since she swallowed it whole, didn't chew it up, they wouldn't have much chance to break it down very much. Her stomach acid would do a better job of that, and then-what?"
Fletcher looked pained. Winry was laughing. "Too literal, still," she said, chuckling. "Think metaphorically."
Danny wrinkled his nose. "Does it have something to do with Cinderella?"
"Nope," said Winry, "but that's closer than enzymes and stomach acid."
Al hmm'd softly. "You said 'what would happen next,' right?" he said, looking at his best friend. "Is that a hint?"
"Mmm-hmm," said Fletcher. "Come on, Al, this is so easy."
"I'm working on it," said Al. "What happens next is a hint, and Danny's nice lesson in the workings of the human digestive system was farther off than a fairytale about a girl riding in a pumpkin ... with me so far?"
Winry sighed. "Sadly," she said, "yes."
"Then ... hmm. You're going to ... become a carriage? No, that doesn't make any sense."
Fletcher's face lit up. "Close," he said. "That's really close."
"How is Winry turning into a carriage a hint, Fletch?" said Al, screwing up his face. "That doesn't make any sense at all."
"Sure it does," said Fletcher.
"No it doesn't," said Al. "Unless ..." He looked at Winry, eyes wide. "Oh my God. Are you pregnant?"
Winry smiled. "Congratulations," she said, softly. "You figured it out."
Al squeaked and jumped off his lover's lap, crawling across the floor to hug Winry, blindly reaching out to tug Fletcher into the embrace as well. Danny sat on the sofa and watched him, laughing softly and winking when he noticed Winry watching him.
"Your husband's got a weird way of thinking about the world," he said.
"Tell me about it," said Winry, over Al's shoulder. "I have to live with him."
Danny grinned. "My condolences," he said.