Drabbles~
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Title: Unholy Excretion of a Cow
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga)
Characters: Ed and Winry
Pairings: Ed/Winry
Rating: K+
Timeline: Post chapter 108 SPOILERS
Summary: Ed can't believe his unborn baby wants milk, but he's determined to cater to Winry's every pregnant whim - even if it means seeking the thing he despises most. Sequel to "For The Sake Of Apple Pie"
"Ed..."
"E-d..."
"Edward..."
"ED!"
"What?!" Ed groaned, finally opening his eyes blearily. The blue eyes of his wife met his instantly, and Ed ran a hand through his hair tiredly. "Winry? It's like three AM."
"Baby wants milk."
Ed moaned.
"Ed, pleaase! The baby reaaally wants milk and you know I can't sleep until I get some."
"We're out of it aren't we?"
"Yes."
"So you want me to... do what exactly?"
"Find me milk! Please! You said you'd get all the things I craved while pregnant!"
Damn, he had said that, hadn't he?
"But... milk..."
Winry gazed at him sorrowfully with her big, pretty blue doe eyes. Ed grimaced and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Winry beamed and kissed him enthusiastically.
At least he got a decent reward out of it.
Title: In The Heat Of The Moment
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga)
Characters: Ed and Winry, brief mention of Pinako.
Pairings: Ed/Winry
Rating: K+
Timeline: Post chapter 108 SPOILERS
Summary: Nothing Ed did anymore seemed to have a plan behind it. But he found himself not really minding. He had Winry to help him Improvise.
Ed hadn't planned on asking Winry to be his date for the summer festival.
He never planned anything he did with her, really. He'd tried of course, but somehow it never worked out according to calculations. She always had that effect on him. Science never meddled with their lives with her around. It was a strange, nice feeling, to improvise.
It had been pretty spur of the moment, too. He'd been helping her carry the groceries. And then he caught sight of some of the village kids preparing decorations for the festival and when he turned back to watch Winry's ponytail swishing, he just blurted it out.
"Winry, wanna go to the festival?"
She stopped, turning, "Huh?"
"W-wanna go to the festival?" he repeated, growing flustered.
"We always go to the festival when you're in Risembool... Oh! You mean... together?" A faint blush rose to her cheeks as she stressed the word.
"Y-yeah. Wh-why not?" He tried to act casual, despite the fact that his face matched his old red coat.
"Sure!" She beamed at him and returned to walking, a small skip in her step.
Ed tried not to grin like an idiot as he followed her home.
Trying not to grin when he saw Winry in her dress for the festival was a whole new matter. It wasn't one of those fancy dresses most girls wore, just a simple white summer dress with a bit of lace. Designed to be cute, but not stunning, and primarily just for keeping cool in the heat.
He thought she looked stunning anyway. It suited her. Practical yet pretty, just like the girl in the dress.
Pinako snatched a picture for the corkboard, with Ed grinning like he'd won the lottery and Winry practically glowing, their entwined hands swinging cheerfully as they enjoyed a moment from their past.
And, in a way, set up their future.
Title: Leaves
Series: Slayers
Characters: Lina and Gourry
Pairings: Lina/Gourry
Rating: K+
Timeline: Post NEXT.
Summary: An encounter with bandits ends up with Lina's hair full of leaves.
"Well, that went well."
Usually, when someone says that in this tone of voice, it's a clear indication that something certainly didn't go according to plan.
The subtle delicacies of sarcasm were lost on her companion.
"Really?" Gourry blinked. "I thought you falling down a hill was a bad thing."
"IT IS A BAD THING, JELLYFISH BRAIN. I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!"
"Oh, why didn't you just say so in the first place?"
"AAAAARRRRRRRRGH!"
Her shriek of rage scattered birds from almost every single bird in the forest before she calmed her anger.
Or rather, got tired of beating Gourry with a fuzzy slipper.
She stalked exactly five feet away and plopped down on the ground, rummaging through her mantle pocket for a brush and comb, and started trying to get the leaves out of her thick brown hair. It took perhaps half a minute before the air was full of her curses.
"Hold still," Gourry snatched the brush and comb and started to get the tangles out of her hair.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" She blushed furiously.
"You can't see your head," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You'll just get it all tangled."
"F-fine... I'll let you brush my hair this time... To make up for me getting knocked down the hill."
It did feel kind of nice, though.
Title: Partnership
Series: Warehouse 13
Characters: Pete and Myka
Pairings: Hinted Pete/Myka
Rating: K+
Timeline: After 'Around the Bend'
Summary: It's nice knowing that, no matter what, they've got each other's backs.
“Alright, where is it?”
Myka looked up from her report, raising an eyebrow at her partner. Pete was standing over the table, arms crossed and a look of resigned expectation.
“Where's what?”
“The 'I told you so,' that should be coming,” Pete said. “What happened to you scolding your childish partner for not listening to the 'Do Not Touch' signs?”
Myka shrugged, “Well, you learned your lesson. You probably won't touch museum displays for at least a week.”
“At least? What do you take me for?”
“I consider it a win when you don't put random things in your mouth.”
“I thought I was twelve!”
“You got de-aged. You're two now.”
“Come on Myka, that's just mean. I don't put things in my mouth!”
“The pipe at the museum,” Myka retorted smugly. Pete stuck his tongue out at her. After a moment, though, he grinned at her.
“Hey Myka... Thanks...”
“Artie did the saving,” Myka replied casually.
“Not for that- well, for that too I guess... For the drinking thing, and not getting really mad at me for all this.”
“You'd do the same for me right? I mean... you kind of have... It wouldn't be right if I didn't do everything I could for you after the thing in New-”
“Don't bring that up,” Pete winced. “That was... I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again.” He realized how that sounded, “O-or Artie, or Claudia, or Leena... or...”
“Mrs Frederic?” Myka finished with a smile.
Pete cracked a grin, “She's scary, but I get a vibe that she likes us."
Title: Enough
Series: Soul Eater
Characters: Soul and Maka
Pairings: Hinted Soul/Maka
Rating: T
Timeline: Right after the Eve Party.
Summary: The Kishin Asura has returned, Half of Death City is in ruins, and injured are everywhere... But the only things that matters to Soul is the wounds covering his meister, and the fact that somehow, they both are still alive.
If someone asked, Soul wouldn't be able to answer how he'd gotten Maka and him home after carrying her to the infirmary. His body felt ready to sleep for a year, but his mind refused to stop replaying things in his head. He just plopped down in Maka's office chair, sitting backwards so he could lean forward and watch her sleep.
It probably wasn't cool, but it helped, to watch her breathing, surprisingly easy despite what they'd been through. He could see dark bruises forming on her arms, shoulders, neck and face, and there was a large bandage holding shut a nasty cut on her cheek, but the majority of the damage was hidden by the blankets. Stitched up stab wounds, deep purplish black bruises, deep cuts... her already fair skin was paper-white from bloodloss and the bruises were showing up like splotches of spilled ink.
He ignored the pain from his back, bruised from taking the fall for them both while his battered meister was unconscious. It would be nothing compared to when Maka woke up and the painkillers wore off.
She stirred in the late morning, wincing as her mind fought the painkillers. It took her about a minute to sort things out.
"Where's the kishin?"
Soul almost wanted to laugh. It was so like her. Of course his hard working, dedicated meister would think about her duties before her own health.
"Left. He fought with Shinigami-sama, but... Shinigami-sama couldn't follow him outside of the city."
Maka seemed to wilt, "We failed..." She made to get up.
He was there in a flash, pushing her back down, gently, but firmly, "Stay still, idiot."
"I'm not an idiot!"
"Yes you are!" Soul snapped. "You're a stubborn, reckless idiot." He didn't realize he'd moved his hand until it was pushing her bangs out of her eyes, "You did well. I'll beat up anyone who tells you otherwise."
She gaped at him for a moment, before her expression smoothed into a smile. One of those sweet, silly smiles he sometimes thought that - though he'd never admit it - he could live off, "Thanks, Soul."
They'd failed. The source of all insanity was roaming loose in the world, and Maka was hurt... but she was alive. He was alive. It was enough.
They could heal and try again, and maybe, next time he'd be able to protect her.
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Title: Unholy Excretion of a Cow
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga)
Characters: Ed and Winry
Pairings: Ed/Winry
Rating: K+
Timeline: Post chapter 108 SPOILERS
Summary: Ed can't believe his unborn baby wants milk, but he's determined to cater to Winry's every pregnant whim - even if it means seeking the thing he despises most. Sequel to "For The Sake Of Apple Pie"
"Ed..."
"E-d..."
"Edward..."
"ED!"
"What?!" Ed groaned, finally opening his eyes blearily. The blue eyes of his wife met his instantly, and Ed ran a hand through his hair tiredly. "Winry? It's like three AM."
"Baby wants milk."
Ed moaned.
"Ed, pleaase! The baby reaaally wants milk and you know I can't sleep until I get some."
"We're out of it aren't we?"
"Yes."
"So you want me to... do what exactly?"
"Find me milk! Please! You said you'd get all the things I craved while pregnant!"
Damn, he had said that, hadn't he?
"But... milk..."
Winry gazed at him sorrowfully with her big, pretty blue doe eyes. Ed grimaced and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Winry beamed and kissed him enthusiastically.
At least he got a decent reward out of it.
Title: In The Heat Of The Moment
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga)
Characters: Ed and Winry, brief mention of Pinako.
Pairings: Ed/Winry
Rating: K+
Timeline: Post chapter 108 SPOILERS
Summary: Nothing Ed did anymore seemed to have a plan behind it. But he found himself not really minding. He had Winry to help him Improvise.
Ed hadn't planned on asking Winry to be his date for the summer festival.
He never planned anything he did with her, really. He'd tried of course, but somehow it never worked out according to calculations. She always had that effect on him. Science never meddled with their lives with her around. It was a strange, nice feeling, to improvise.
It had been pretty spur of the moment, too. He'd been helping her carry the groceries. And then he caught sight of some of the village kids preparing decorations for the festival and when he turned back to watch Winry's ponytail swishing, he just blurted it out.
"Winry, wanna go to the festival?"
She stopped, turning, "Huh?"
"W-wanna go to the festival?" he repeated, growing flustered.
"We always go to the festival when you're in Risembool... Oh! You mean... together?" A faint blush rose to her cheeks as she stressed the word.
"Y-yeah. Wh-why not?" He tried to act casual, despite the fact that his face matched his old red coat.
"Sure!" She beamed at him and returned to walking, a small skip in her step.
Ed tried not to grin like an idiot as he followed her home.
Trying not to grin when he saw Winry in her dress for the festival was a whole new matter. It wasn't one of those fancy dresses most girls wore, just a simple white summer dress with a bit of lace. Designed to be cute, but not stunning, and primarily just for keeping cool in the heat.
He thought she looked stunning anyway. It suited her. Practical yet pretty, just like the girl in the dress.
Pinako snatched a picture for the corkboard, with Ed grinning like he'd won the lottery and Winry practically glowing, their entwined hands swinging cheerfully as they enjoyed a moment from their past.
And, in a way, set up their future.
Title: Leaves
Series: Slayers
Characters: Lina and Gourry
Pairings: Lina/Gourry
Rating: K+
Timeline: Post NEXT.
Summary: An encounter with bandits ends up with Lina's hair full of leaves.
"Well, that went well."
Usually, when someone says that in this tone of voice, it's a clear indication that something certainly didn't go according to plan.
The subtle delicacies of sarcasm were lost on her companion.
"Really?" Gourry blinked. "I thought you falling down a hill was a bad thing."
"IT IS A BAD THING, JELLYFISH BRAIN. I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!"
"Oh, why didn't you just say so in the first place?"
"AAAAARRRRRRRRGH!"
Her shriek of rage scattered birds from almost every single bird in the forest before she calmed her anger.
Or rather, got tired of beating Gourry with a fuzzy slipper.
She stalked exactly five feet away and plopped down on the ground, rummaging through her mantle pocket for a brush and comb, and started trying to get the leaves out of her thick brown hair. It took perhaps half a minute before the air was full of her curses.
"Hold still," Gourry snatched the brush and comb and started to get the tangles out of her hair.
"Wh-what are you doing?!" She blushed furiously.
"You can't see your head," he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You'll just get it all tangled."
"F-fine... I'll let you brush my hair this time... To make up for me getting knocked down the hill."
It did feel kind of nice, though.
Title: Partnership
Series: Warehouse 13
Characters: Pete and Myka
Pairings: Hinted Pete/Myka
Rating: K+
Timeline: After 'Around the Bend'
Summary: It's nice knowing that, no matter what, they've got each other's backs.
“Alright, where is it?”
Myka looked up from her report, raising an eyebrow at her partner. Pete was standing over the table, arms crossed and a look of resigned expectation.
“Where's what?”
“The 'I told you so,' that should be coming,” Pete said. “What happened to you scolding your childish partner for not listening to the 'Do Not Touch' signs?”
Myka shrugged, “Well, you learned your lesson. You probably won't touch museum displays for at least a week.”
“At least? What do you take me for?”
“I consider it a win when you don't put random things in your mouth.”
“I thought I was twelve!”
“You got de-aged. You're two now.”
“Come on Myka, that's just mean. I don't put things in my mouth!”
“The pipe at the museum,” Myka retorted smugly. Pete stuck his tongue out at her. After a moment, though, he grinned at her.
“Hey Myka... Thanks...”
“Artie did the saving,” Myka replied casually.
“Not for that- well, for that too I guess... For the drinking thing, and not getting really mad at me for all this.”
“You'd do the same for me right? I mean... you kind of have... It wouldn't be right if I didn't do everything I could for you after the thing in New-”
“Don't bring that up,” Pete winced. “That was... I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again.” He realized how that sounded, “O-or Artie, or Claudia, or Leena... or...”
“Mrs Frederic?” Myka finished with a smile.
Pete cracked a grin, “She's scary, but I get a vibe that she likes us."
Title: Enough
Series: Soul Eater
Characters: Soul and Maka
Pairings: Hinted Soul/Maka
Rating: T
Timeline: Right after the Eve Party.
Summary: The Kishin Asura has returned, Half of Death City is in ruins, and injured are everywhere... But the only things that matters to Soul is the wounds covering his meister, and the fact that somehow, they both are still alive.
If someone asked, Soul wouldn't be able to answer how he'd gotten Maka and him home after carrying her to the infirmary. His body felt ready to sleep for a year, but his mind refused to stop replaying things in his head. He just plopped down in Maka's office chair, sitting backwards so he could lean forward and watch her sleep.
It probably wasn't cool, but it helped, to watch her breathing, surprisingly easy despite what they'd been through. He could see dark bruises forming on her arms, shoulders, neck and face, and there was a large bandage holding shut a nasty cut on her cheek, but the majority of the damage was hidden by the blankets. Stitched up stab wounds, deep purplish black bruises, deep cuts... her already fair skin was paper-white from bloodloss and the bruises were showing up like splotches of spilled ink.
He ignored the pain from his back, bruised from taking the fall for them both while his battered meister was unconscious. It would be nothing compared to when Maka woke up and the painkillers wore off.
She stirred in the late morning, wincing as her mind fought the painkillers. It took her about a minute to sort things out.
"Where's the kishin?"
Soul almost wanted to laugh. It was so like her. Of course his hard working, dedicated meister would think about her duties before her own health.
"Left. He fought with Shinigami-sama, but... Shinigami-sama couldn't follow him outside of the city."
Maka seemed to wilt, "We failed..." She made to get up.
He was there in a flash, pushing her back down, gently, but firmly, "Stay still, idiot."
"I'm not an idiot!"
"Yes you are!" Soul snapped. "You're a stubborn, reckless idiot." He didn't realize he'd moved his hand until it was pushing her bangs out of her eyes, "You did well. I'll beat up anyone who tells you otherwise."
She gaped at him for a moment, before her expression smoothed into a smile. One of those sweet, silly smiles he sometimes thought that - though he'd never admit it - he could live off, "Thanks, Soul."
They'd failed. The source of all insanity was roaming loose in the world, and Maka was hurt... but she was alive. He was alive. It was enough.
They could heal and try again, and maybe, next time he'd be able to protect her.