Small Collection of Drabbles and Ficlets
... all EdWin, of course. -grin-
Title: Substitute
Author:
ambivalentlight
Rating: K
Summary: Edward comes to terms with substitutes.
A/N: Post-CoS, I suppose. So, it's not all cotton candy. I don't know why I write animeverse when I like the mangaverse so much better, but there's irony for you. FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and all those lucky little people at Funimation and Square Enix and all that.
First, it was his brother Alphonse. Then, it was his mother. It would not happen again. Not a third time. Not to one of the people he loved most, and had recently grown to love in a more than familial way.
He never had settled for a substitute, and he certainly wouldn’t start now.
He stood, face to face with an almost carbon copy of the woman he once knew as Winry Rockbell. Never before has the temptation to settle for a substitute been this great. For one thing, she’s human- not a scrap of armor of an artificial human. She’s warm and real.
But she’s not her. No matter how her hair falls the same way, or how her eyes glitter just like hers, she will never be Winry Rockbell, the automail mechanic prodigy of Resembool, Amestris. That kills him.
There once was a time when he thought he would never feel stronger about anything else than his family. But know he finds he was wrong. He was dead wrong.
He wants to pretend she is his Winry, just for a moment. Just so...
But he can't. It would be like breaking a promise to be faithful her, a promise to himself. He can't break it, no matter how much he wrestles with it. Because that nonexistent promise is all he has left of her, besides his fleeting memories.
Title: Color
Author:
ambivalentlight
Rating: K
Summary: Winry contemplates the color of Ed's clothing.
A/N: The colouring scheme in CoS bugged me, so I had to satisfy the inner-EdWin craving and write some sort of semi-decent explanation. Psh, and what are the chances of me owning FMA?
The moment Winry Rockbell set eyes on her best friend, Edward Elric, for the first time in two years, she could see something was different about him.
It wasn’t his height, and how he had grown an admirable two inches taller than her.
It wasn’t the way he filled out his clothes now, with the body more of a man than a boy.
It wasn’t the way his eyes seemed to have become a different shade of gold. No, his eyes could have changed a thousand shades, and she would have still known him.
It wasn’t the way he seemed quieter, more thoughtful than brash.
As Winry took all of this in within seconds, she realized what it was.
He lacked color. He seemed tired, wearied, and dull. His clothes were dark and white. Hers were too, but they were just different. His clothing seemed flat, two-dimensional- not the deep, endless colors that he used to wear or what Al was wearing or what she was wearing.
She didn’t like it.
But perhaps, color represented love.
Because when she pulled away from him after a heartfelt embrace, she could have sworn there was a little more color in his clothes.
Title: Idiosyncrasies of a Marriage
Author:
ambivalentlight
Rating: T (Reference to drunk sex, I guess)
Summary: Winry reflects on her impending marriage to the famous Fullmetal Alchemist.
A/N: One of those 2 AM projects, along with that oh-so-famous cursory edit. Please pardon any mistakes or OCCness. And I'll leave out the disclaimer because you already know what I'm gonna say.
Ed always was extreme. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out, though it didn’t necessarily mean a genius would understand any better, or easier, for that matter. As was Winry’s case.
Even now, she still wondered how she got herself into this mess, otherwise known as her engagement-soon-to-be-marriage to the Fullmetal Alchemist. No, of course she didn’t regret it; in fact, having known Ed her whole life, she was never as sure of anything as she was of this.
Still though, she pondered to herself… How did her convince her to marry him so quickly and easily. They had gone from friends to fiancées. Forget the boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. They had barely even finished their first kiss together before he popped the question to her. How on earth…?
And Winry still asked herself that question, while Edward just smirked to himself.
Winry was convinced it was that overpowering kiss he’d given her. She’d been dazed by the kiss and dazed Edward, of all people, had kissed her and dazed that he was so damn good. She hadn’t been thinking clearly, and he knew that. He had almost cheated, and they both knew that it wasn’t fair. It was the same as drugging her, or slipping something into her drink while she wasn’t looking and getting her to have sex with him because he was too scared to confront a sober girl. They both knew that, but they both knew that she could have backed out, but she didn’t.
Marrying Edward wouldn’t be so terribly bad. In fact, she was looking forward to it. In fact, once she was married to the man, she could have that gorgeous body (which was practically hers already and had been for nearly ten years), completely and wholly. He would be hers alone, emotionally, physically… legally. And she would be his in the same way. She’d feel his arms around her at night and know that she would be the only one he would ever touch in that way. No need to even think about infidelity, because when Edward Elric made a promise, he kept it, no matter the cost.
Yes, they had their idiosyncrasies and never had an official “significant other” trial relationship, but that was the beauty of it. They already knew each other so well, and they’d already settled into a typical old-married couple relationship by the time they were twelve years old. They knew they could work out any problem they’d ever have, and they knew they’d always forgive each other.
Winry had no doubts about her rapidly approaching wedding to Edward tomorrow. She was looking forward to it with eager anticipation. Already, the flowers had been delivered and Alphonse, naturally the best man, was at Resembool’s only church for the rehearsal wedding that would take place in a few hours.
But as Ed grudgingly helped his future grandmother-in-law load food into the back of Riza Mustang’s automobile, Winry could hardly pay attention to the thrice dissected engine that lay snug in the front of the car.
All she could ask herself was “How did this happen so fast?”. As if knowing what Winry was thinking, Ed looked over at her and grinned boyishly, lighting up his ruggedly handsome face. She caught his eye and smiled back. He looked so confident and poised, but underneath that cool façade, she could easily tell that he was just as excited about their special day as she was.
“Oh,” she mused to herself, “That’s why.”
Title: Substitute
Author:
ambivalentlight
Rating: K
Summary: Edward comes to terms with substitutes.
A/N: Post-CoS, I suppose. So, it's not all cotton candy. I don't know why I write animeverse when I like the mangaverse so much better, but there's irony for you. FMA belongs to Hiromu Arakawa and all those lucky little people at Funimation and Square Enix and all that.
First, it was his brother Alphonse. Then, it was his mother. It would not happen again. Not a third time. Not to one of the people he loved most, and had recently grown to love in a more than familial way.
He never had settled for a substitute, and he certainly wouldn’t start now.
He stood, face to face with an almost carbon copy of the woman he once knew as Winry Rockbell. Never before has the temptation to settle for a substitute been this great. For one thing, she’s human- not a scrap of armor of an artificial human. She’s warm and real.
But she’s not her. No matter how her hair falls the same way, or how her eyes glitter just like hers, she will never be Winry Rockbell, the automail mechanic prodigy of Resembool, Amestris. That kills him.
There once was a time when he thought he would never feel stronger about anything else than his family. But know he finds he was wrong. He was dead wrong.
He wants to pretend she is his Winry, just for a moment. Just so...
But he can't. It would be like breaking a promise to be faithful her, a promise to himself. He can't break it, no matter how much he wrestles with it. Because that nonexistent promise is all he has left of her, besides his fleeting memories.
Title: Color
Author:
ambivalentlight
Rating: K
Summary: Winry contemplates the color of Ed's clothing.
A/N: The colouring scheme in CoS bugged me, so I had to satisfy the inner-EdWin craving and write some sort of semi-decent explanation. Psh, and what are the chances of me owning FMA?
The moment Winry Rockbell set eyes on her best friend, Edward Elric, for the first time in two years, she could see something was different about him.
It wasn’t his height, and how he had grown an admirable two inches taller than her.
It wasn’t the way he filled out his clothes now, with the body more of a man than a boy.
It wasn’t the way his eyes seemed to have become a different shade of gold. No, his eyes could have changed a thousand shades, and she would have still known him.
It wasn’t the way he seemed quieter, more thoughtful than brash.
As Winry took all of this in within seconds, she realized what it was.
He lacked color. He seemed tired, wearied, and dull. His clothes were dark and white. Hers were too, but they were just different. His clothing seemed flat, two-dimensional- not the deep, endless colors that he used to wear or what Al was wearing or what she was wearing.
She didn’t like it.
But perhaps, color represented love.
Because when she pulled away from him after a heartfelt embrace, she could have sworn there was a little more color in his clothes.
Title: Idiosyncrasies of a Marriage
Author:
ambivalentlight
Rating: T (Reference to drunk sex, I guess)
Summary: Winry reflects on her impending marriage to the famous Fullmetal Alchemist.
A/N: One of those 2 AM projects, along with that oh-so-famous cursory edit. Please pardon any mistakes or OCCness. And I'll leave out the disclaimer because you already know what I'm gonna say.
Ed always was extreme. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out, though it didn’t necessarily mean a genius would understand any better, or easier, for that matter. As was Winry’s case.
Even now, she still wondered how she got herself into this mess, otherwise known as her engagement-soon-to-be-marriage to the Fullmetal Alchemist. No, of course she didn’t regret it; in fact, having known Ed her whole life, she was never as sure of anything as she was of this.
Still though, she pondered to herself… How did her convince her to marry him so quickly and easily. They had gone from friends to fiancées. Forget the boyfriend-girlfriend relationship. They had barely even finished their first kiss together before he popped the question to her. How on earth…?
And Winry still asked herself that question, while Edward just smirked to himself.
Winry was convinced it was that overpowering kiss he’d given her. She’d been dazed by the kiss and dazed Edward, of all people, had kissed her and dazed that he was so damn good. She hadn’t been thinking clearly, and he knew that. He had almost cheated, and they both knew that it wasn’t fair. It was the same as drugging her, or slipping something into her drink while she wasn’t looking and getting her to have sex with him because he was too scared to confront a sober girl. They both knew that, but they both knew that she could have backed out, but she didn’t.
Marrying Edward wouldn’t be so terribly bad. In fact, she was looking forward to it. In fact, once she was married to the man, she could have that gorgeous body (which was practically hers already and had been for nearly ten years), completely and wholly. He would be hers alone, emotionally, physically… legally. And she would be his in the same way. She’d feel his arms around her at night and know that she would be the only one he would ever touch in that way. No need to even think about infidelity, because when Edward Elric made a promise, he kept it, no matter the cost.
Yes, they had their idiosyncrasies and never had an official “significant other” trial relationship, but that was the beauty of it. They already knew each other so well, and they’d already settled into a typical old-married couple relationship by the time they were twelve years old. They knew they could work out any problem they’d ever have, and they knew they’d always forgive each other.
Winry had no doubts about her rapidly approaching wedding to Edward tomorrow. She was looking forward to it with eager anticipation. Already, the flowers had been delivered and Alphonse, naturally the best man, was at Resembool’s only church for the rehearsal wedding that would take place in a few hours.
But as Ed grudgingly helped his future grandmother-in-law load food into the back of Riza Mustang’s automobile, Winry could hardly pay attention to the thrice dissected engine that lay snug in the front of the car.
All she could ask herself was “How did this happen so fast?”. As if knowing what Winry was thinking, Ed looked over at her and grinned boyishly, lighting up his ruggedly handsome face. She caught his eye and smiled back. He looked so confident and poised, but underneath that cool façade, she could easily tell that he was just as excited about their special day as she was.
“Oh,” she mused to herself, “That’s why.”