Fullmetal Alchemist: Flash Fic Dump 4
Part the fourth!
Prompts: University, Opera, Shower, Lemonade.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: T
Pairing: Ed/Winry
University:
“Teaching job huh?” He thinks to himself, observing the nwespaper in the café. The alchemist had come far on his trip to learn, indeed.
He thinks about the job, because he is in need of money, and then Winry’s laughing tone comes into his thoughts.
“You? Teach? I don’t even think you’d have the patience for that!”
He smirks, standing and downing the rest of his coughing in one gulp.
“We’ll see about that.” He snickers.
Predictably, he get’s kicked out within his first week of interview.
Opera:
Why did he let Winry talk him into this?
Ed sits in the chair, hunched over with his palms clamped over his ears because that fat lady’s high pitches are going to make his eardrums burst, violently so. Beside him, his mechanic watches the show with fascination. Not that it compares to her expression on their first trip to Rush Valley.
“Is it over?” He groans as applause breaks out. Winry checks the pamphlet they’d gotten at the front door.
“Nope, this is just the intermission.”
“Uuuuuuuuggh…”
Shower:
Rain hit Resembool unexpectedly and quickly, leaving anyone in it’s unfortunate path the gift of getting wet on a hot summer day.
Maybe a little too wet.
Both alchemist and mechanic are forced to take shelter underneath a tree on their way home from the market, which still doesn’t do much, especially since Winry was just wearing a tube top with jeans.
Ed embarrasingly and slightly grudgingly slips his left arm from his sleep and wraps part of his oversized red coat around her to try and keep her dry, squeezing them into a coat sandwich.
Lemonade:
His brother works too hard, sometimes. And that’s why Al takes it upon himself to makesure he doesn’t work himself into a dehydrated state.
And when he walks outside to check up on his brother, chopping wood for Granny, he see’s he’s turned his right hand into an axe.
“You know Winry’s gonna have your head for that.” Al comments, his metallic voice ringing with both fear and amusement as he hands the glass of cold, refreshing lemonade to his brother, who drinks it swiftly.
“I can change it back pretty quickly.” He tells his young er brother with a smirk. “Side’s, only difference is that the screws are a little loosened when I-“
“ED!!!”
“Uh-oh…”
Prompts: University, Opera, Shower, Lemonade.
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: T
Pairing: Ed/Winry
University:
“Teaching job huh?” He thinks to himself, observing the nwespaper in the café. The alchemist had come far on his trip to learn, indeed.
He thinks about the job, because he is in need of money, and then Winry’s laughing tone comes into his thoughts.
“You? Teach? I don’t even think you’d have the patience for that!”
He smirks, standing and downing the rest of his coughing in one gulp.
“We’ll see about that.” He snickers.
Predictably, he get’s kicked out within his first week of interview.
Opera:
Why did he let Winry talk him into this?
Ed sits in the chair, hunched over with his palms clamped over his ears because that fat lady’s high pitches are going to make his eardrums burst, violently so. Beside him, his mechanic watches the show with fascination. Not that it compares to her expression on their first trip to Rush Valley.
“Is it over?” He groans as applause breaks out. Winry checks the pamphlet they’d gotten at the front door.
“Nope, this is just the intermission.”
“Uuuuuuuuggh…”
Shower:
Rain hit Resembool unexpectedly and quickly, leaving anyone in it’s unfortunate path the gift of getting wet on a hot summer day.
Maybe a little too wet.
Both alchemist and mechanic are forced to take shelter underneath a tree on their way home from the market, which still doesn’t do much, especially since Winry was just wearing a tube top with jeans.
Ed embarrasingly and slightly grudgingly slips his left arm from his sleep and wraps part of his oversized red coat around her to try and keep her dry, squeezing them into a coat sandwich.
Lemonade:
His brother works too hard, sometimes. And that’s why Al takes it upon himself to makesure he doesn’t work himself into a dehydrated state.
And when he walks outside to check up on his brother, chopping wood for Granny, he see’s he’s turned his right hand into an axe.
“You know Winry’s gonna have your head for that.” Al comments, his metallic voice ringing with both fear and amusement as he hands the glass of cold, refreshing lemonade to his brother, who drinks it swiftly.
“I can change it back pretty quickly.” He tells his young er brother with a smirk. “Side’s, only difference is that the screws are a little loosened when I-“
“ED!!!”
“Uh-oh…”