Thank you SO much to everyone who participated - whether you posted art, fic, playlists, or just cheered from the sidelines. This week was full of love (and chaos), and it wouldn't have been possible without all of you.
The AO3 collection will stay open indefinitely, so feel free to keep posting late entries or revisiting the prompts whenever inspiration strikes. Until next time — stay soft, stay feral, and keep being Totally Normal™ about Ed and Winry.
We love you guys!
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I know it’s still early but I wanted to share it with you guys. It’s a piece I made for 503, the EdWin day, because I don’t remember ever making anything for the occasion, despite FMA being my most favourite series ever and this being my ultimate OTP. So there you have it. A little glimpse of their future, according to my headcanon. Maybe a moment stolen during some holidays to the southern countries. I was inspired by Greece and those beautiful flowers that grows everywhere there.
Quite honestly I’m really happy how this piece turned out. I actually had to redraw it twice because the first time the paper did not allow me to achieve the effects I wanted, the second time I messed up some things so third time’s the charm I guess. But it’s here and it’s finished. I hope you can enjoy. Stay strong and stay home, be good to your family
Fmab did this scene such justice and I find it extraordinary that reading the manga vs. watching it is two completely different takes on it. The writing is just so well done and I highly suggest reading it from the manga and then watch it from fmab, the show did JUSTICE for this masterpiece
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
As soon as I saw @mildly-artsy 's art for 503 Day, I was immediately inspired to write this. Unfortunately, I had to actually graduate college, so here I am with it finished a month later! Enjoy 681 words of 100% self-indulgent fluff! (Rated G by Ao3 standards and PG by MPA standards) Fyi, it's set after the Promised Day but before the train station.
"Hey Gearhead, time to wrap it up for the night," Ed yawned. His fists were stuffed into the pockets of his white hoodie, and his eyelids drooped. It seemed he was already two steps away from sleeping.
"At least let me attach these last two pieces together," Winry bargained.
"Fine, but no more. You need your sleep to do your best work, you know."
"Yeah, yeah, so you keep telling me." She rolled her eyes.
He bumped the side of his fist against the doorframe. "Good night, Winry."
"Night."
Maybe it was just the sleep deprivation getting to her, but dang did his shoulders look good on his way out the door… Well, it's not like she hadn't known that. It had been over a year since she'd first noticed his wide, strong shoulders and his solid arms. Well, arm, back then.
But when did he start putting his hair into a ponytail instead of the braid he used to wear all the time? It seemed more like the sort of style a guy would choose to pair with a nice button-down shirt instead of a hoodie (although it might be nice to wear his hoodie). Yeah. He'd look really good in a light green button-down… It was probably good that he didn't, though, or else she'd have a very hard time not kissing him senseless.
In reality, though, she'd barely done more than hug him, apart from when they'd all nap together as kids. He could get a bit touchy sometimes. But if by some miracle, he returned her feelings? She'd be in big, big trouble.
Just imagining kissing Edward felt like sweet lightning hit Winry's bloodstream. She'd have to appreciate his shoulders first, of course, so she'd rest her hands there and slowly lift her eyes to meet his. His face would probably go slack, because come on, he was Edward, but maybe this time—just maybe—he wouldn't fling himself to the other side of the room, for once.
Maybe this time, his breath would hitch while his body stayed in place. Winry would search his eyes for confirmation and receive it when his eyelids lowered as the distance between them became smaller and smaller. Then, the moment of truth. Perhaps his lips would be dry, but it wouldn't matter. They'd finally be against her own and oh, so soft and his . It wouldn't be too long before Winry poured out all of her longing for his presence over the years onto his lips. The two of them had always been better at actions than words, anyway. Ed would reciprocate, even if his lips trembled a bit. Though she'd never want to part, they would have to breathe eventually. Still feeling the imprint of his lips on her own, she'd look into Edward's eyes and laugh a little before coaxing another eager kiss out of him. This time, he'd hold her firmly in those strong arms of his. If his bangs fell into his face, she'd brush them out of the way. For that matter, she might just keep playing with his hair. She wondered if he'd like that. But maybe, just maybe, kissing Edward would make him forget the scars on his heart. Just for a moment. His smile was like the noonday sun, and she would get to feel it pressed against her own lips. In the end, his happiness might just be the real reward.
That was, if he actually felt the same way. Which, if he did, he was too stubborn to let on. Honestly, he was even more stunted emotionally than he was physically. But. If he did… If he did share her feelings, it could be real…
"Winry Ellan, what are you still doing awake? You should know by now that late nights only lead to careless mistakes." Pinako punctuated with her pipe.
Winry blinked. "Right...I probably should…" she mumbled, fingers still lingering on her lips. "Good night, Granny."
"Good night, Winry." As her granddaughter left, Pinako shook her head. "Ah, kids. Those two don't even realize how obvious they are."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell, Edward Elric & Winry Rockbell
Summary:
It's been only two months since they came home, to Resembool, to her. But she already knows, without having a single conversation about it, that Edward still thinks about the Promise Day, about Alphonse's armor, about his alchemy. She wants to talk to him, to hear him, to hold his heart while he speaks, but Edward–he's not good at that.
Or:
Ed and Winry having an emotional talk at dawn.
EXCUSE ME AM I TOO LATE FOR THAT 503 THING? Guys, I literally birthed this one shot between midnight and six a.m (thank you insomnia), so could it be better? Yes. Did I write the Xerxes AU I wanted for 503 Week? No. Did I do my best? Also yes.
I cannot possible love these two less and I really didn't want to miss 503 Day, so here we go!
